The day began like any other—sunlight streaming through the cave entrance, the scent of fresh fruits and roasted meat drifting through the air, and the ever-present pressure of four half-naked cavewomen using me as their living pillow.
I barely had time to blink before Trina climbed onto me, her sharp blue eyes narrowed.
"Hubby no move," she declared, hands on her hips. "Today… riding contest."
"Riding wh—wait, what?"
Sapphy grinned while wrapping her arms around my waist from behind. "Who ride best? Who make hubby… finish last?"
Gale leaned over, resting her chin on my chest. "We fight over who best… we test now."
Flow strutted into the room last, her wide hips swaying like she knew she'd already won. "Hubby no escape."
Before I could say another word, the furs were pulled away, and I was pushed down flat onto them. The air was warm. Their eyes glowed. I gulped.
"L-Listen, is this really necessary—?"
"Yes," they said in unison.
Trina went first.
She straddled me with a triumphant smirk, placing her hands on my chest. "Trina ride first. Hubby ready."
She moved with fierce rhythm and primal pride, her body moving like she was conquering a mountain. Her voice was filled with low growls and determined moans.
I barely held on.
Next was Sapphy, who approached like a queen, lowering herself with slow, sultry movements, whispering praises into my ear.
"Hubby feel good… but not too fast. Sapphy make hubby last…"
Gale went third. She didn't hold back.
"Hubby moan, that mean I win," she teased, bouncing with athletic grace. Her hands stroked every sensitive spot she could find. I was seeing stars.
By the time Flow came, I was already twitching from the overload. But she simply pressed a finger to my lips and said, "Flow slow… Flow tease… Flow win easy."
She didn't bounce or grind. She just kissed me, dragged her hands down my sides, whispered filth in my ear, and smiled knowingly.
I broke by the end.
I was drenched in sweat, barely moving, face flushed, chest heaving. All four were smugly satisfied.
Sapphy knelt beside me, brushing sweat from my forehead. "Hubby strong… but not strong enough."
"Rematch tomorrow," Trina added. "Hubby better survive."
Gale grinned. "Hubby bones no survive next time."
I thought the chaos was over.
But that was just the beginning.
That afternoon, as we rested by the river, a strange feeling settled over the jungle. The birds went quiet. The air grew thick, hot, charged with something primal.
Even the girls stopped to sniff the air.
Flow's eyes widened. "It start."
"What starts?" I asked cautiously.
"Mating season," she replied simply.
Sapphy added, "All cavewomen… get heat."
I blinked. "Heat? Like, mood swings? Cravings?"
"No," Trina said. "Like… must mate now."
They surrounded me slowly. Their eyes hazed over with need, like something ancient had awakened inside them. Their bodies pressed close. Their breaths came faster. A growl rumbled low in Sapphy's throat.
"Hubby no run," Gale whispered. "We… need."
That night was not gentle.
It was wild. Primal.
I was dragged into the center of the furs, stripped of everything, and pinned down as the four of them descended on me like starving animals.
They panted. Growled. Crawled over my body, rubbing and licking, pulling me between breasts, thighs, mouths.
"Hubby mine tonight!" Trina roared, mounting my waist.
"No! Hubby Flow's now!" Flow barked, dragging my face between her soft chest.
"Hubby go round! Round and round!" Gale giggled, biting my shoulder playfully.
They didn't fight—they shared. One riding me, one smothering me, one pinning my arms, one stroking every inch left exposed.
I lost track of time. I passed out twice.
And every time I stirred awake, someone else was bouncing on me again.
They only stopped when I collapsed, completely limp.
Flow curled around me, kissing my jaw. "Hubby… still breathe."
Sapphy laughed breathlessly. "Good. We go again… tomorrow."
I thought I'd survived the worst of it.
But the jungle had other plans.
As I lay there recovering, the furs still tangled around my waist, my body sore and brain scrambled, I heard something outside.
Rustling.
Movement.
Too many footsteps.
And then—shadows.
The evil cavewomen were back.
I saw them through the crack in the cave wall—dozens of them creeping through the brush, eyes glowing in the dark, weapons in hand, and hunger in their gaze.
They'd come for me.
Again.
And this time, they didn't plan on leaving without their prize.