They dragged me through the jungle, the whip tight around my body, the muscular one pulling me like I was some prized animal.
We entered a camp surrounded by thorny walls and tall wooden spikes, and I immediately felt it—every eye in the place was on me.
Cavewomen.
Dozens of them. All gorgeous, all wild. All looking at me like I was some kind of exotic fruit ripe for devouring.
Whispers surrounded me.
"Man... man real..."
"He look soft... pretty..."
"Me want ride first..."
"Make him mate... many times..."
I was dragged into the largest hut—made of stretched hide, bone frames, and the stench of herbs and sweat. And there she was.
The queen.
She stood from her fur-covered throne and walked toward me like a lioness stalking prey. Her bronze skin gleamed in the firelight, her long teal-black hair flowing over her shoulders. Her brown bone-fastened bikini clung to her generous curves, and her loincloth wrapped just low enough to tease. Her sharp features, gold earrings, and claw necklace all screamed one thing: power.
She circled me, eyes narrowing.
"Mmm… man strong. Soft face. Good body."
I stayed silent, tense.
"You come gift. Gods send you. Tribe use you. All mate. Make seed dry. Make man die happy."
"What?! No—"
She shoved me down onto a fur-covered platform and climbed over me with no hesitation. Her big, round butt landed on my lap, grinding slowly against me.
"You mine first," she purred. "Tribe wait turn."
She rolled her hips, her warmth pressing into me, her eyes half-lidded.
"You want this. Me feel. Man body tell truth."
The other cavewomen circled around, giggling, moaning, cheering.
"Ride him! Ride him good!"
"Make him weak!"
"Use him till he beg!"
I was trapped. Her hands gripped my shoulders, her ass grinding deeper, harder. I was getting hard whether I wanted to or not.
"I'm not yours," I snapped, trying to push her off.
"Shhh," she whispered. "You hush. You moan soon."
And then—
ROOOOOAAAAAR!!!
A massive roar echoed across the village.
Everything stopped.
Screams followed as a dinosaur—huge, armored, covered in scales—crashed into the camp, tearing down huts and scattering the women like leaves in a storm.
"Beast!!" someone yelled.
The queen jumped off me, drawing her dagger.
I didn't wait. I ran.
Through the chaos, through the trees. I didn't stop. My chest burned, my legs trembled, but I ran.
Then—
"Hubby!!"
That voice—I knew it.
Trina.
I turned and saw them—Trina, Gale, and Sapphy—charging through the brush.
Trina reached me first, slamming into me with a tight hug. "Hubby safe!! Hubby safe!!"
Gale tackled my side next. "Hubby stupid! You no get caught again!!"
Sapphy latched onto my back, her arms wrapping around my waist. "Hubby warm… we find… we never let go now…"
I barely had time to breathe before they pulled me back into the jungle, all three of them holding me close, checking my body, touching my face like they were afraid I'd vanish again.
Back in the cave, they surrounded me.
Trina gently laid me down on the furs and began inspecting me. "You okay? They break you? Touch you wrong?"
"No... I'm fine. Just shaken," I breathed. "They were gonna... use me."
Gale growled, baring her teeth. "We kill them. We crush tribe. Take heads!"
Sapphy kissed my cheek softly. "We no let them. You ours. Forever."
And then they started kissing me.
One on my mouth. One on my cheek. One on my neck.
Over and over.
Gentle, needy, loving.
They kissed me so many times that my face started to go numb. I couldn't even feel their lips anymore—only the overwhelming sense of comfort, of belonging.
They were worried. They were angry. They were scared.
And they were mine.