A Lost Age

[KingCador]

Karth stands his ground on the ice floe. Another earthquake like that, and the ravenous, sabertoothed beast before him would meet his end. From his experience with them in the past, cats don't care much for water. Particularly not frigid sea water. But Karth doesn't wish such a fate for this monster, not when he could claim the kill for himself. Armed with a stone knife honed to lethal efficacy, the impassioned savage is determined to destroy the great feline himself, though it outweighs him ten times.

From between the snarling beasts legs hangs a great sweaty phallus and sacful of seed. Not only deadly, the creature is sexually potent as well! Like Karth, he represents a race desperate to survive under harsh, inhospitable conditions both by fighting and fucking. Their races are not all that unalike. In addition to his stone knife, strapped to his back is a spear of wood and ivory tusk, lashed together with sinews of the wooly beasts of the north.

Naked and muscular, Karth roars ferociously at the wild cat, his smooth flesh ruddy with the hot blood of survival flowing through his veins. His matted, coarse mane of wild, golden hair clumps together like dreadlocks. His thick shaft stands long and erect, and his large sac of bollocks swings heavily beneath. He looks at his own manhood and grips it firmly with one hand, roaring again, as if to show his adversary that his loins have conquered as many cunts as his knife has conquered giant wildcats.

The sabertooth cat returns the roar, pouncing upon the far end of the ice floe where Karth stands. A cloud of shaven ice and show mushroom from the ground, and the cat sniffs hungrily through the blinding haze for his kill.

But the inventive and resourceful intellect of the primitive homo sapien proves superior. The wildcat hisses and bellows at the thrust of the knife's blade. Rivulets of blood soak the tawny and grey shag of the cat's coat as it pours from its shoulder to the ice. Pulling the bloody knife free again, Karth thrusts a second time, to the bone hilt, into the back of the cat's neck while wrapping his other arm around the beast's throat. A swift cut frees a torrent of sanguine gore, which Karth catches in the horn of a musk ox. Painted in the scarlet life of his fresh kill, Karth roars to the sky once again, beating his chest with his fist and causing the fang-decorated thong around his neck to jangle.

A well-placed slice across the cat's genitals frees a thick load of its creamy seed, which Karth catches in his ox-horn. Karth believes the mix of blood and seed will strengthen his own power in both battle and bed, and he lustily drinks his powerful concoction.

With practiced hands, Karth swiftly skins the animal, cutting free several pounds of good meat for the women to cook. Finally, he dislodges one of the long teeth of the cat to be fashioned into another knife, perhaps. Happy with his work, the savage stows everything within an elk hide and straps it to his back to bring back to his cave.

He pushes himself off the floe inside a coracle and rows home, the ordeal having made him hungry for cat-meat and cunt.


(OOC: Open to other writers. This is set in a competely mythical, pseudo-Ice Age where the societal norms of monogamy and family don't exist. These people are clannish but very promiscuous, carnal, immodest, impulsive, and selfish. Boys are raised by the men and girls are raised by the women. They don't recognize "mothers" or "fathers". If you are interested in joining the story, please PM me with your character ideas.)

 

[KingCador]

The sun concludes its brief course along the horizon before slipping back into the abyss. By this time, torchfires can be seen from the craggy coast of his mountain home. Karth slings his pelt-wrapped supplies across his back and leaps from the coracle, using the tether to pull the small boat from the sea. The torches are too far distant to offer any aid, but the brilliant silver disc of night paints the world in a soft indigo. Karth's toned body glistens under moonlight, his strapping arms heaving the cumbersome seacraft up the sheer, rocky slope.

Karth sniffs the air. His stiff, sinewy member stirs with life as dew emerges at its throbbing tip. He grunts with lust, smelling the heat of wet minge and hearing the caterwaul of a wanton bitch. Karth is greeted at the cave by two long-time friends, Ruck and Erg, who take the cat-meat and supplies from him to prepare for supper. They groan happily as their faces glow and mouths water.

Others greet Karth with embraces, shoulder punches, and grunts of familiarity, glad to see the young hunter returned. Some in the cave are firing clay pots and bowls. Some are playing with wolf pups. Against the other wall of the cave, two small babes suckle at the swollen, milk-laden breasts of a mother. Near her a couple is fucking on a bear-skin bed. Behind them, five young men are honing spear points and making necklaces. They all nod to Karth as he passes deeper into the cave.

While the women prepare the cat-meat to include with their supper, Karth finds the bitch in heat. She sits with two other young women, mixing whale oil and clay to make paint for the cave walls. Redhaired and freckled, her hips are good and wide for childbearing, and her bosom is well-endowed, bound up and covered by a soft leather wrap. He growls low and points his cock toward her mouth. Karth doesn't remember what she is called, but he remembers fucking her once before. She moans lustfully and parts her lips, permitting the smooth passage of his shaft into her warm mouth and savoring the taste of the heady musk that emanates from his genitals. Karth trembles with the sensation, pumping himself in and out of her face slowly, watching how his lengthy shaft emerges from her lips moist and cool. He takes a fistful of her ginger hair and guides her head, with each thrust pushing himself deeper and deeper until the spongy head of his phallus hits the back of her throat.

All three women have now untied the thongs at their necks, allowing their bosom wraps to fall into their laps. Six heavy tits are freed, bouncing and swaying provocatively. When Karth removes his thick shaft now dripping with saliva, the other two women open their mouths. Each woman, in turn, takes the long rod of meat into her throat and hums around it, stimulating Karth's brawny, taut manhood to its fullest measure.

Finally, Karth bends the wanton bitch forward, and she rests on elbows and knees, her back arched and her ass high in the air. Karth sighs and moans at the delightful round treat displayed before him. He takes a haunch of her firm, fleshy buttocks in each hand and jiggles them. The scent of her heat conquers the air, and dampens her crease. Karth buries his face between her plump cheeks, breathing in the seductive aroma and pushing his tongue between her swollen labia. He tastes the sweet valley of her crotch, from her clitoral hood to her anus, moaning into her with the mouth of a hungry animal. She exclaims, whimpers and shudders with orgasm, pushing her tail into her lover's face.

Ready to free his seed, Karth replaces his tongue with his penis, first teasing the soaked vulva with the head before slowly pushing his full length into her slick vagina. Both lovers mewl softly with the slow insertions, but Karth quickens pace, pounding the jiggling buttocks forcefully, his heavy sac swinging and slapping her clitoris.

Kneeling behind her, with his hands still gripping her haunches, their fucking grows in speed and intensity, the inside of her body contracting around his powerful girth. Karth then pulls on the back of her hair, and she rises up on her knees, holding herself up with her hands against the cave wall. Karth wraps his fingers around her bounding breasts, squeezing and massaging her generous mounds of pleasure as his cock spews thick bursts of hot seed into the bitch. He roars with victory, as he had done in the killing of the wildcat, knowing that his seed will take root and make new life inside his itinerant fuckmate.

The other two women excitedly take similar positions, their asses high in the air, in the hopes that Karth will next conquer them.

 

[karamitchell]

Kara sank back pressing herself against a dark corner in the cave as she watched the hunter come home with his kill. Knowing the mood he would be in, her only chance was to remain unnoticed. Kara was by no means a defenseless child, yet against the overwhelming power of the hunter, any resistance she could put up would be little more than an annoyance. She watched as he handed off his kill and was met in greeting at his return, watch as he made a beeline towards one of her clan sisters, watched as his target eagerly offer herself to him.

She tried to shut her eyes and press herself tighter into the wall. It was all too much for her, the sights, the sounds, the smells – she tried to shut them all out, but to no avail. Her young body, having recently budded into full womanhood, couldn’t help but respond to the rutting taking place less than twenty yards away. Everything about the way the hunter dominated her clan sister told her that she did not want to be used in the same way, yet she could not stop her body from reacting to what was unfolding in front of her. To make matters worse, two more sisters had just bared themselves and bent over in offering. The grunts of aggression, the moans lust, the thick musky smells of mating, and the stark visual demonstration of power as the hunter growled out his conquest while emptying himself into his victim, it all assaulted her senses and had her panting, the tingle between her legs was now an incessant throbbing. No she was not like this, she did not belong here, she had to get away. The temporary lull as the hunter turned to mount his next target allow the haze of lust to lift temporarily from her mind and with a desperate whimper, she tore herself away from the renewed rutting activities, stumbling towards the cave exit.

Swallowing large gulps of the cold evening air, Kara headed off to one of her favorite spots to clear her head, a clearing atop a nearby hill that was always filled with wildflowers. The spot was also a favorite for local deer and she would spend long days lying here just watching the graceful animals as they grazed on the flowers. Unfortunately, the deer attracted predators and she knew she shouldn’t be out here this late, but she had to clear her mind and get a grip on her body. Kara didn’t understand why she felt the way she did. Even though her body screamed at her to do the same, she couldn’t understand how the women in her clan could offer themselves up so easily as if they were dogs in heat. That wasn’t the only way that she was different from everyone else in her clan. While everyone else had light hair, either blond or light red, hers was a dark brown. The same was true for her eyes; again hers were dark as opposed to the light blues, grays, and greens the rest of the women had. Everyone in her clan, even the women had large sturdy builds, adapted to withstand the harsh conditions of their environment. Contrarily, her build was slight, standing a full head smaller than many of the women and barely chest level to even the smallest of the hunters. What she lacked in sheer strength, she had to make up in speed flexibility and finesse in order to survive. As she was, she could have passed for a grown child within the clan, with the exception of her chest. On her slight build her breasts seemed even larger than they really were and she had to go to great lengths to hide her attributes least she attract the attention of a hunter. She didn’t know why, but she knew that she would fight rather than submit to their attempts to mate with her, whether or not she could stop them was left to be seen.

Kara wished she had someone to talk to about why she felt so different than the rest of the clan. But there was no one, her guardian had been killed in a hunting expedition two seasons ago - he was the closest thing she had to a parental figure and even then that wasn’t saying much. Lost ruminating on her dissimilarities with the rest of her people she lost track of time and was started to see that dusk had fallen. Quickly jumping to her feet and gathering her cloak around herself she turned back towards home. A soft rustling to her left caught her attention and she peered nervously into the dark, search for signs of danger. The blood in her veins ran cold as she recognized two very large yellow eyes staring right back at her and heard a deep menacing growl. Panicked, she turned mid step and fled in the other direction, crashing through a nearby outcropping of trees. She knew her path was leading her further away from the safety of home but putting as much distance as she could from the cat was all she could think of. A nearby branch, bare for the winter, snagged on her cloak and ripped it from her body, causing her to lose her balance. Sprawled on the ground she heard the victorious shriek from the cat and tried to cover herself, waiting for her end.

 

[KingCador]

"The fire river," Ruck growls, feeling the intensifying heat of the hot spring. The three virile, young hunters - Ruck, Erg, and Karth - finish bathing in the steaming pool, rinsing themselves of the sweet, foamy nectars they used for soap. Beads of hot water cling to their naked, strapping bodies, their beefy gentials dripping as they rise from the bath. Like other men of their tribe, a heady musk arises from the thick curls that encircle the base of their low-hanging phalluses. Soaking wet and refreshed, the three young stags tie on their loincloths, armbands, necklaces, and weapon slings.

Ruck is right, Karth thinks. "The mountain is soon to burst," he nods, a look of concern passing from man to man. The mountain home of Karth's people is an active volcano, with rivers of magma passing throughout, giving their home heat, warming their pools, and providing enough fertile earth in the environs to create a veritable rain forest amidst snowy mountains. "We must get the cows to safety in the greenlands. They can birth there."

And so it is that the three hunters approach the elders and give counsel. "The big-bellies carry tomorrow's brood, Jogra," Karth says before the chief elder. "Should the mountain's manhood unleash its burning seed and destroy us, we must see first that our heirs are safe." Painted bones are tossed across the dusty cave floor by Elder Molk, and he reads the message therein. At the same time Elder Urla throws off her cloak and squats over a bowl, passing her moon-blood into it. The three elders nod to one another, all having come to the same conclusion.

"You must ferry the cows to the greelands, Karth," Urla whispers, eyes closed. "But...your return must follow fast on your arrival there, for there will be a great war to come, when the powers of the mountain and the powers of our people will contend for victory." Karth recalls his showdown with the sabertooth cat and how he championed the monster, ingesting the beast's semen and blood. Such a victory makes Karth more than a mere man but something of a beast, himself.

"I require the mark," Karth declares. "I take my strength from the long-fanged lion of the ice floes, a creature that fell by my knife yestermoon.

"A boon!" Urla cries, clapping her hands together. "Such strength will make your fighting arm like a bear's, your heart like mountainfire, and your cock firm and thick as a standing stone!" Before departing, Karth is ceremonially given the mark, as Elder Jogra carves a rune into the hunter's arm with a narrow blade of flint. The wound is wrapped with sheep's gut and, when healed, will signify Karth's gift.

The big-bellies are gathered and led onto a long barge in the river valley of the foothills. The path is treacherous, but the women of Karth's tribe are accustomed to snow and ice, even barefoot, naked, and pregnant. Warmed by the swells of their bellies, the cows wear nothing, huddled together aboard the ship to be brought to the greenlands. The flap that hangs over Karth's groin rises slowly as his member awakens. The women are beautifully formed, their heavy middles bulging with young so that their navels push outward. They caress their naked bellies as their long, honey-colored hair cascades down their backs and over their shoulders. Massive bosoms with prominent areolae jiggle and wobble as they slip their arms beneath them to rest on their young. Some young are carried low in the women's bodies while others sit high. When the barge is fully loaded, there are more than forty pregnant women aboard, all the naked cows beautiful and very sexually appealing to Karth.

Putting oars into the water, Karth pushes them off and tries to ignore his burly erection, eager to get them to the greelands before nightfall. During the journey, there is concern among the women of the young left behind. "Ruck and Erg and the other hunters will protect them," he assures the cows. By dusk, the air is milder and birdsong can be heard, as they enter the greenlands. Karth's brawny arms are raw and weary with the day's rowing and he lies to rest in the stern for a while.

Conversations have died down by now and dark thoughts for passing the time have crept into the passengers' minds, as their breathing becomes heavier and the smell of genitals becomes potent. In the twilight, a fervid young mother-to-be called Miel pulls back Karth's loincloth and sighs with joy. "Why do you hide this away all the while, when we bare all for you?" Before the hunter can answer, Miel is mounting him, her hungry pussy already damp and eager for his manhood to bless her with orgasm. The funk of pregnant quim assails Karth's nostrils, and he gives in to their desires. One by one, he feeds his long, pulsating shaft to each cunt on the boat. In the halflight, it is almost impossible to tell one cow from another. One moment he's slipping his meat into one gestating slut from behind, adoring the loveliness of her great, wide, jiggling ass. The next moment, he's being mounted by another, then another, his hands never lonely for a cushiony breast or a firm rump cheek. Between cunts, Karth finds his stiff stamen appopriated by a moaning mouth.

When the moon has made its highest ascent, the boat coasts into a lagoon in the heart of the greenlands. To the onlooker, the song of aroused passengers accompanies the silhouette of many naked, frolicking bodies. Several teats take turns in Karth's mouth, and he buries his face into many women's cleavage. Miel pulls Karth's cock from Ora's sweet pussy to taste his musk again, panting like a whore. She sucks him deep into her throat and licks the shaft before sending him back up inside Ora's sweaty crotch. "Guh!" Ora screams, sitting up straight on his groin and rising and falling, impaling herself on his weapon. "The baby's coming!" she screams again, her giant breasts surging up and down until Karth clutches them and pushes them firmly against her chest. Her orgasm heralds the arrival of her child, and her water breaks around Karth's throbbing rod.

While two women midwife for Ora, three women lick Karth clean. Their tongues stroke and trace delightful pathways across the most arousing areas on Karth's member. The shaft disappears into a woman's mouth before reappearing to get licked by all three again, as they giggle and whine with lust, their mouths kissing each other passionately around the purple head of Karth's enormous cock. Karth fondles their bellies and breasts at the same time, watching as each woman takes a turn sucking him deeply into her mouth.

Bending the three women over the gunwale of the boat, Karth fucks wildly into each of their convulsing twats while fingering the other two. Back and forth he goes, from hole to hole, slamming into their quivering haunches until all three cows have broken their water and they are pushing their calves from their wombs.

Miel wraps her fingers around the base of Karth's tool one last time that night, jerking at the thick muscle while bobbing up and down on it with an open mouth. Karth doesn't bother taking her head in his hands; she has the rhythm exactly right. In short order, Karth blows a hot load of cream into Miel's mouth in a sequence of many gooey blasts. She doesn't stop tugging on his meat until she knows that she has swallowed all of his offering, proud to have consumed the load of the lion-warrior.

By dawn, nine children are born to Karth's tribe, to be raised safely among the new mothers of the greenlands.

 

[KingCador]

Garum was a man of Karth's tribe, the Ice People. But he wasn’t much of one. He wasn't as strong or intelligent as the others. He wasn't as skilled with weapons or tools, nor was he as desirable to women. In sport he was the least of the players, and when his manhood rose to any length at all, its seed was fruitless and gave no young to the women of his tribe. He marched always toward the back of the warband that he might survive the day and drink with the heroes. He threw his hunting spear at the same time as the best hunter to make a claim on the kill. And in the orgies, he entered women who had already been filled with seed that he might in the fullness of time take credit for the fullness of their wombs.

Garum's inadequacies as a man made him a desperate survivor. He resented his clan’s tolerance, mercies, and pity, and when it suited him, he took advantage of them.

It is when the strange, cloaked girl of their tribe wanders thoughtfully into the darkling hinterlands alone that Garum sees a way to empower himself. She was called the Dark One by the men of the tribe, swarthy and exotic to the otherwise fair folk of the Ice People. It was believed that she was of a tribe to the far south, and an elder once betrayed a truth – she was older than let on. As her protectors, the elders deceived the Ice People about her age, and she was at least three winters older. It was believed that she was sacred, not to be taken by a man lest she be robbed of her magical endowments. But the elders did not disclose the exact details of such magic.

The Dark One’s features are strangely beautiful. She is small in stature, but generously endowed in chest and hips, which despite her best efforts cannot be properly obscured by her clothes. Garum pants and jiggles his limp cock as he spies on her from behind evergreen underbrush. He is not capable of getting a woman with child, and he admits this to himself only because of the opportunity he knows he can take with the Dark One. “She is forbidden cunt,” he smiles, licking his lips. “But she is alone. Better, my seed will not take root in her. Best of all, she will tell no one lest she be powerless and of no use to our people.”

Before Garum can approach her, there is the hungry howl of a great beast, something cat-like perhaps but also sounding something like the giant wolves of the peaks. The hunters had killed one a month ago, a female who was on her heat. The stink of the she-wolf’s swollen, wet minge was so foul that the men hunted her down and killed her. Now the male was on the prowl, horny and furious, desperate for his fucktoy.

Garum isn’t the only one to hear the howl. The Dark One gasps and swivels around to find the predator. Both the girl and hidden Garum see the broad-shouldered wolf-stag, great horns spiraling from its crown down the length of its jaw. Its shoulders are more than a man’s head high, its sweaty, pink genitals taut and loaded. Streams of steaming precum emerge from the sleeve of its foreskin and drip onto the ground, melting the snow there. Crouched down, the feral wolf-cat growls and focuses its black eyes on the Dark One, who by now has snagged her cloak on a naked tree branch and has fallen half-naked into the snow.

Garum’s cock becomes a little firmer as he continues to tug at it vigorously. If he can’t take his pleasure fucking her, perhaps he will take as much twisted pleasure in watching what the wolf-cat makes of her. But the inevitable is interrupted. A war-cry from behind the wolf disturbs its hunt. Karth dashes into the clearing with his spear ready to fly. A swipe from the wolf’s paw sends the warrior crashing through a thicket of brittle trees.

It is now Garum’s chance. Karth has distracted the wolf a safe distance from the Dark One. The coward strips off what little clothing he has on and emerges from his hiding place, now standing over the dark girl with a feeble erection, his grinning mouth dripping with saliva. “Oh, yes,” he moans as a new look of terror grows in the girl’s face. Ripping her chest binding away, Garum admires the two precious dumplings that spill out across her chest. He kneads the beautiful pair of breasts greedily, his spittle falling on her tits and face. His shaft struggles with life, only half-erect. Garum stuffs it into her cleavage and pushes her tits together while fucking his cock between them in a vain attempt to revive it.

Next, he clumsily attempts to put his manhood into her mouth. Half in shock, half in disgust, she half-heartedly takes the inadequate penis past her lips and onto her tongue before spitting it back out. This awkward foreplay continues as Garum continues to aggressively force himself into her mouth. “Take it, fucking bitch. Get it nice and wet for your sweet cunny!”

Giving up, he violently tugs the waist of the Dark One’s loin cloth and throws it aside. She is now totally naked. Despite her clenches, Garum forces her thighs apart and pushes her knees up to her ears. Her frail vagina and anus spread before him and he tastes their delights as she whimpers in both horror and arousal. Fearing there isn’t enough time to get either of them sufficiently lubricated for his entry, Garum pushes his half-limp member against her warm pussy. Between the firmness of her maidenhead and the flaccidity of his meat, there is no penetration. Even as he handles himself and takes aim. Garum cries out with impatience and anger. “Open your fuck-hole, you stupid cunt!” The Dark One’s unintelligible reply is just as loud and desperate.

Meanwhile, Karth and his new adversary have exchanged a number of attacks. The warrior boasts several claw marks, and the wolf bleeds profusely from a large gash across its throat. When it finally pounces and wedges itself between two pernicious crags, it howls helplessly, and Karth is victorious. “You will bleed to death here,” the huntsman declares to his fanged enemy. “But I can first grant you relief from your torment.” Knowing that the wolf was merely looking to fuck his mate, Karth goes to the creature’s loins and takes its thick phallus in his hands. Pumping hard, Karth knows that ejaculating will give the monster peace. He readies his drinking-horn as thick, cloudy liquid spurts from the opening of that great, ferocious, sexual muscle. As the animal bleeds to death, Karth drinks the contents of the horn, the wolf-semen intensifying his own virility.

Garum feels a stone strike him on the back of the head, and he leaps off the girl, crying in pain. “Run home, Garum,” Karth says, “and pray to the sky I say nothing of what you attempted to do here. You should be with the other warriors, anyway, preparing for our war with the mountain.” Like a berated child, Garum frowns and scurries home, leaving his clothes behind. Karth then looks to the swarthy maid whose eyes grow wide at the sight of Karth, so unlike Garum.

Karth kneels before the girl. With Garum she looked so ashamed and scared. Very little changes in her expression, but when Karth points his cock between her lips, his shaft slides in smoothly.