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Mammoth Huntress
An erotic prehistoric tale full of courage and bravery!
BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 MunichMammoth Huntress
Mammoth Huntress
by Pierre d’Amour
BookRix Edition 2016
Copyright by Amé
Pierre d’Amour:
MAMMOTH HUNTRESS
An erotic prehistoric tale
full of courage and bravery!
Cover photo by
Jury Ohlopkov
1 - The Bear Clan
1 - THE BEAR CLAN
The snow was just melting from the old deerskin tent: the endless northern winter had finally lost his icy grip on the valley of the bears. A few cheeky sunrays were peeping through the entrance flap into the smoky, dark and humid room, the roof was supported up by huge elk antlers held together by leather straps, and the walls were insulated against the cold wind with bear fur. This had been our shelter through half a year of snowstorms and winter blizzards, and our larder was depleted - it was time to gather and to hunt again! The hibernating bear we had dug out of his burrow of snow and killed with our spears had been an easy target, and he had provided us with the necessary sustenance of fats and proteins, but now there was nothing else left of the big animal that a heap of frozen bones behind the tent and a bloody fur which was waiting to defrost in the first sunshine of our late spring - and the last dry firewood was burnt!
My brother Kayne was the first one out of the doorway: he was an adventurous young man, and the long confinements in black smoke chambers didn't suit his temper. The little games we had played together down at the river last fall were our secret, and they were in no way decent enough to be repeated in the company of the whole clan! But because I had enjoyed our innocent games of curiosity I had been suffering from patience as well as he must have done - and so I dashed right after him! I was a young woman and knew everything about hunting and killing, but about men I still had a lot to learn! My grandmother Ash had tight lips, and how she had managed to give life to seven children she would never tell! In our time sexuality was not a subject to talk about it, and men were as rare as hens teeth in the valley! I thought a lot about crossing over the ridge to hunt down a good-looking male species for my growing appetite!
There was my nephew Iza, but he was much too young and too naive to play with me, although he was cute enough to be an interesting project for the near future: one fine day I had to awaken his sleeping manhood to find out, if it was already strong enough for a decent fight! I found Kayne in the deer forest, collecting fire fresh wood and pinecones for the cooking fire, his small bum in his tight leather pants high up in the air! I gave him a cheeky spank on the bottom, and he fell over, we wrestled on the cold ground for a while to get warm - I usually let him win and pin me down! I loved the weight of his body on mine, and his aroused manhood pressing into my belly, I loved his kisses on my face and his hands under my wolf skin jacket, massaging my small breasts and tweaking my stubby nipples! Of course my curious nephew Iza had to spy on us through the trees: one day I would have to teach him a lesson about the value of privacy!
Chief Ezra had shot the first deer of the season with his powerful antler bow, and granny Ash had begun to cure the thawed bearskin with pure sea salt. Auntie Rowena was already skinning the steaming deer with the sharp flint knife, and uncle Adam was dragging heavy logs from the woods, little Acca was digging for edible roots in the defrosting soil, and little Clip was out, resetting the rabbit snares - our summer was short up here far up in the North, we had to use the precious hours of sunlight wisely and productive! My contribution to the family effort was to fetch water from the river, a job which kept me warm, but not busy enough to forget about my amorous fantasies for more than a just moment: Whilst I was carrying heavy goat skins brimming with fresh water into the tent until the troth was full I was thinking only about a way to get into Kayne's pants, to fondle his manhood like he had been fondling my sex last autumn!
If he was eager enough for more erotic adventures I would meet him for sure down at the river after his pail of firewood was sufficiently stacked for a cold night. He would wait for me behind a boulder and he would try to scare me with his sudden appearance, then he would catch me and search me for hidden weapons like a prisoner of war - such was his favourite game, and I couldn't wait to play it again! I felt a strange rosy glow in my groin and I felt my lips getting dry - I was suddenly nervous and strangely aroused. When I was hiding behind the boulder and heard him sneaking down the path I was ready for him: and this time I jumped at him and wrestled him down in the sand: Now he was my prisoner, and I found his hidden weapon fast. Kayne protested against my body search like a coward and tried to keep his pants up like lion, but I had been waiting for just this occasion for a cold winter long - and I was growing strong!
