The day started with something… weird. Which, in my life now, meant completely normal.
After breakfast, I was leaning back on the cave bed, relaxing and trying not to think about how sore my hips still were from last night's "praise punishment" round. That's when Trina suddenly dropped her spear and stomped toward me with a grin that said I was about to get steamrolled.
"Hubby," she declared, "we play game now."
I raised an eyebrow. "Another game? What is it this time?"
"Boob smash!" Gale called out, stepping in from the other side with a proud smirk.
Sapphy was already crawling into the bedding beside me, tugging at her top. "We see who smother best. Who make hubby face melt."
"…Wait, what?" I blinked.
Trina shoved me flat onto the furs. "Boob smother contest. We win hubby."
"I didn't agree to this—"
But it was already too late.
Trina climbed on top of me first, yanking off her top and pinning me down beneath her golden, toned body. Her big, firm breasts dropped onto my face like two soft boulders. She giggled as she began grinding them side to side across my face.
"Hubby like? Big smother," she purred.
I muffled something beneath her, but she took it as encouragement and kept going, moaning slightly.
"Time up!" Gale shouted. "Me next!"
Trina sat up with a smirk and wiped sweat from her chest. "Me set high score."
Gale jumped on me like a predator pouncing on prey. Her bronze skin was warm, and her thick, heavy breasts were even heavier than Trina's. She didn't just smother—she slammed her chest into my face with pride.
"Boob crush," she said proudly, pinning me with both strength and softness. "Hubby no escape now."
My arms flailed uselessly. I couldn't breathe. She laughed and rubbed her chest in figure eights until I was nearly seeing stars.
Then Sapphy slid in with a seductive grin. "Now Sapphy's turn…"
She didn't drop them right away. She teased me first—pressing her boobs close, barely touching my lips, dragging them slowly across my cheeks. Her rhythm was slower, more sensual.
"Hubby melt now…" she whispered, and then lowered them completely, burying me under soft warmth.
By the time she was done, I was flat on the bedding, face flushed and damp with sweat. I could barely move.
"Who win?" Trina asked.
I groaned. "I think I lost…"
Suddenly, a shadow moved at the entrance of the cave.
I sat up halfway, just enough to see a figure stumble in—limping, sweaty, and bruised.
It was a cavewoman. But not one I knew.
She had a voluptuous, athletic body, her deeply tanned skin scraped and dirty. Her long, wavy brown hair clung to her back. She wore a ripped leopard bikini, the bone ties loose, and her right hand still held a small dagger.
"Help…" she croaked, falling forward onto the cave floor.
All three girls immediately stood. Trina readied her spear. Gale growled. Sapphy's eyes narrowed.
"Enemy?" Gale asked, stepping forward.
I rushed past them and dropped to my knees beside her. "Wait—she's hurt!"
She coughed. Her lips were cracked. "No… fight. No tribe now. They… throw me away."
"Tribe?" Trina asked, eyes narrowing.
The girl nodded weakly. "Bad tribe. Same as take man. Me not like them. Me say no. So they beat me… leave me."
I looked up at the others. "We have to help her."
They exchanged glances.
"Maybe trap," Gale muttered.
"Maybe lie," Sapphy added.
But I looked at the injured girl—her legs trembling, her eyes wet with shame—and I shook my head.
"She's like you," I said softly. "A cavewoman just trying to survive. Please."
The three of them stared at me for a long moment.
Then Trina sighed. "Hubby soft. But heart good. Okay. We help."
Gale frowned. "She better not try steal."
Sapphy walked forward slowly. "We watch close. But… we help."
We lifted the girl into the cave and laid her gently beside the fire pit. I cleaned her wounds, and Sapphy brought her food. Gale gave her water, and Trina even offered her a spare wrap cloth to fix her torn top.
She stared at me the whole time.
Days passed. Then weeks. And slowly, she got better.
She didn't try to run. She didn't cause trouble. She helped cook, cleaned spears, and even slept on the edge of the bedding. The other girls began to soften toward her.
She laughed with Sapphy, hunted once with Trina, and Gale taught her how to set traps.
And then one night, she sat beside me while I was cleaning fish. She stared for a long time before saying, "You… kind. Hubby kind."
I blinked. "I… uh… thanks?"
She blushed slightly. "Me want be wife too."
I nearly dropped the fish.
"You what?"
She smiled nervously. "You… take me in. You save. Me feel good inside. Me want be close. Want be wife."
I looked over at the other three, expecting protests.
Instead, Trina stepped forward with a grin. "She strong. Good hips. We share."
"New sister," Sapphy said, smiling warmly.
Gale crossed her arms but smirked. "Only if me still first wife."
I laughed helplessly.
"Alright, alright. Then I guess… welcome to the tribe."
We gave her a name that night—Flow, for how she moved through the trees with quiet strength and how naturally she had flowed into our lives.
She blushed when we said it.
"Flow like name. Flow love hubby."
My harem had grown by one.
Again.