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Chapter 3: becoming

by selenepotter

Luna's mate, mates someone else

Category: Harry Potter - Rating: NC-17 - Genres: Crossover,Erotica,Fantasy - Characters: Luna - Warnings: [X] [?] [Y] - Published: 2022-02-05 - 5167 words - Complete

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Clancreb


Chapter 3: becoming

Harry Potter is owned by JK Rowling
Earth’s Children is owned by Jean M. Auel


Other than the children’s sling competition, Creb stayed away from most the Clan Gathering activities and kept himself busy with acolyte activities, which were similar to the things a woman might do for her mate, except he was allowed in places that no woman would be allowed. While the mog-urs had their discussions, he kept his mog-ur’s cup full and brought him his meals. The acolytes set things up for the clan men’s ritual and the mog-ur’s ritual, then their mog-ur would check that they had done it properly.

As the clans competed, Zoug won the sling competition and Dorv won the run and spear race, Creb’s mother was the first ranked medicine woman and her mate was the first ranked Leader. The only way in which this clan was second best was in it’s mog-ur, who could not compete with the flute playing Mog-Ur from another clan. In spite of that, their clan had retained it’s position as the first ranked clan.

Because of his age and disability, Creb was not supposed to be allowed to participate in the acolytes ritual that was taking place at the same time as the mog-ur’s ritual. At his home cave, he had never been allowed to take part in the men’s ritual. But rumors had spread after his showing at the children’s sling competition. And so the other acolytes, who were curious about him, were allowing him to take part. And so, after the mog-urs had started their clan’s men’s ritual and retreated to have their own ritual, the acolytes came together to sit in a circle and begin their meditation. After a time, Creb became became bored with their meditation, seized control and starting taking the acolytes back through their memories. Further and further he took them back until their bloodlines had merges and they became a single set of memories going back to almost the time of Mog.

When the first light of day began to appear, Creb guided them back to the present. The sun was rising as the ritual ended with all of the acolytes staring at him in awe! Each of them was looking forward to the day when they could participate in the mog-urs ritual with him at the next clan gathering. For they all knew that he would become the next Mog-Ur.


The clan was many (nine) days into their journey back to their cave from the Clan Gathering when Aba’s first woman’s curse began. Clan tradition dictated that she be isolated from the rest of the Clan. But a lone woman would attract predators. And they still had to go back to their cave, which was nearly a moon phase away. Brac’s solution was to make her walk far behind the clan, so far that she could barely see them. Creb feared for her safety and played up his difficulty walking until he fell behind the boys, and behind the girls, then behind Bok was was bring up the rear of the procession. He even fell behind Aba. He wasn’t supposed to look at her, or even see her. but he walked as far behind her as she was behind the Clan. When a pack of hyenas came for her, he did his two birds with one stone trick, using magic to cause it to bounce off many (five) of them and scatter in every direction. When the hyenas regrouped, they came after him. But he had reloaded his sling by then and another stone hitting each of them persuaded them that Clan women and cripples were not good eating after all. In the evening, Aba would have to stay in a lean-to by herself. But the next morning, Creb would fall in place to protect her. This continued all the way back to their cave for the next three days. Creb recognised that they were near home when he came over to hill to see the women watching the men, who had decided to hunt a herd of bison that the Clan had found.

The men were slowly approaching, trying to get in position to begin running one down, when suddenly, on the other side of the herd a spear flew through the air and hit a bison, it was wounded, but not dead, and the herd began stampeding towards the men of the Clan. Creb heard a cry and spotted a man on the far side of the herd being gored by the wounded bison. But closer to Creb, the hunters of his Clan were about to get trampled by the herd. The Leader, Brac, who was his mother’s mate, was in front and would be the first to die. All of the hunters were attempting to flee and Creb prepared his sling by gripping the ends in his teeth, placing a stone in the sling, grabbing the ends and slinging it around, then adding a burst of magic and he released the stone a guided it to its’ target.

CRACK!

The stone broke the sound barrier as it left his sling and raced towards its’ target. The stone passed completely through the head of the lead bison that was about to run Brac over! The charging bison instantly died and the rest of the herd changed direction to one perpendicular to their previous course. The herd ran safely away and the whole clan turned to look at the source of the sound they had heard, just before the bison fell. The whole clan was staring at Creb, who was holding his sling in his hand!

Then the man in the distance gave off a moan. Creb’s mother, the medicine woman, raced to give aid to obviously wounded man laying on the ground moaning. After a brief examination, she hurried back the her mate and sat at his feet. Creb had just arrived, so the Leader dealt with his mate’s crippled son first.

“How did the boy make the loud sound that killed the bison?” signed Brac. “Was it some mog-ur magic?”

“This boy used magic to make the sling stone go fast,” signed Creb. “The stone was so fast that this boy could fling it through the head of the bison,”

Brac nodded at the son of his mate’s answer. He would need to discuss this further with the men. He turned his attention to his mate and tapped her on the shoulder.

“This Medicine Woman would report that the injured stranger is a man of the Others and that he has a broken leg,” signed Creb’s mother.

“If one of our men broke a leg during a hunt, we would want the Others to take care of him until he healed,” signed Creb.

“My mate’s son is right, signed Brac, before turning back to his mate, the Medicine Woman. “Go do your healing magic on the man of the Others. We will take him back to the cave. Grev, Bok, go with the Medicine Woman to guard her.”

And so the two men of the Clan went with Creb’s mother to guard her while she gave first aid to the man of the Others. One his legs was set and splinted, Grev picked him up and carried him over to Brac, who was directing the men in guarding the bison carcass against predators, while the women of the clan began the task of butchering it. He cut out the liver and gave a piece of it to Creb and the Heart was buried in the spot where the bison fell to appease the spirit of the bison. The rest of it was taken care of by the women. When Grev arrived, carrying the man of the Others, Brac attempted to communicate with him.

“The Leader Greets you,” signed Brac.

Other than making random gibbering sounds, the man did not react to Brac’s greeting. He tried again.

“This man is the Leader of Brac’s Clan,” signed Brac.

“Brak?” replied the other, as he pointed to Brac. Then he made a whole bunch of other sounds. Clearly this man of the Others was an idiot and too stupid to be able to communicate.

“Take the man of the Others back to the cave,” signed Brac, to Grev. “The Medicine Woman will care for him at my hearth until he is well enough to return to his people.“

Once the women had carved up the bison carcass and divided it amongst themselves, the carried it back to the cave. Since Creb had made the kill, he was put in the front of the procession. Once the Clan was home, the women started work unpacking from the trip to the Clan Gathering and cutting the meat into smaller pieces to that it could be dried by the fire. The fire would need to be restarted from the coal that Zoug carried in his horn.

While the women were doing all of that, Brac called the men together for a meeting. Since the man of the Others was incapable of speech, the men of the Clan could speak freely in front of him. Creb, however, was not considered a man and was excluded from the men’s meeting. He was told to help the women. After a long men’s meeting, the men came to Creb.

“Come with us,” signed Brac. “The men of the Clan would like to see the boy demonstrate his sling magic,”

Brac lead his clan a short distance into the forrest before indicating a tree.

“Hit that tree with your sling,” signed Brac.

Creb showed them how he needed to grip the ends of the sling with his teeth, in order to load it. Once he had done so, he grabbed the ends of the sling, swung it in a circle a few times, then released. The stone flew through the air and hit the tree dead center, with a: “THUNK!”.

“When you were far behind the Clan, this man though he saw the boy hit more than on hyena with a single stone,” signed Bok.

Creb slung another stone. But this one he made bounce off the side of the tree, it ricochetted off and hit another tree, then another, then another then landed at the base of the first tree. The single stone had made a circle around the men!

“Show us how you killed the bison,” signed Brac.

Creb reloaded his sling and swung it around seven times, this time, instead of directing his magic to make the stone change direction, he was, instead, making the stone go faster. There was a loud:

KRACK!

as the stone broke the sound barrier when he flung it. It went completely through the tree!

The men of the Clan all stepped forward to examine the hole in the tree. After Brac
had done so, he ordered Creb away so the men could discuss it further. He returned to the cave where the women were still working. Aba’s woman’s curse had ended the day before, so she was allowed to help the women of the Clan in their work. Unpacking from the trip, butchering the bison and drying all the meat took the rest of the day and the meat drying took all night. Creb and the other children had to help the women gather lots of firewood. But with his disability, Creb was of limited usefulness in aiding the with the collection of firewood. Vasa and Greeba stayed up all night to help dry the meat and work the hide from the bison. There was more to do the next morning with some of the parts of the animal and once the meat was dry, it had to be packed in storage in the cave.

His mother’s mate, Brac, who was leader of the Clan called Creb aside.

“Tonight you will lead us in the hunting dance to demonstrate how you killed the bison,” announced Brac.

Creb was surprised at this. Surely they can’t mean to make him a hunter of the Clan!?!.

But when evening came, the Clan all gathered by the fire outside the cave. Zoug played the part of the bison, while the other men acted like they were sneaking up on him trying to get in position so that they could run him down. Suddenly Zoug turned and ran at the men and in particular, chased Brac. Seeing his cue, Creb, who had already loaded his sling began swinging it around. When the Leader turned to Creb, he could see fear in Brac’s eye. Creb wasn’t supposed to really sling at Zoug. But there wasn’t time for the Leader to stop his mate’s son before there was a:

CRACK!

as Creb flung the stone up, at an angle so that it wouldn’t come down on the heads of the Clan. Zoug was so shocked by the loud sound that Creb had made that he forgot to pretend to fall dead for a moment, before he realized his mistake and finished his part of the hunting dance.

Once the hunting dance was done, the mog-ur appeared in his cave bear-skin cloak. He gestured for Creb to come forward and so Creb did so, and and turned his back to the mog-ur so he could face the Clan. The mog-ur grabbed him by the hair and pulled his head back, and carved the hunter’s mark at the base of his throat, then the paste to cover the wound. Knowing it would be difficult for Creb, the mog-ur helped him place the piece of mammoth ivory in his totem bag, after holding it up to show the whole Clan.

“Creb is the newest Hunter of the Clan!” signed the mog-ur.

Creb couldn’t believe it! He was a hunter of the Clan!

But the mog-ur was not finished.

“Aba!” The mog-ur called the newest woman to stand before the Clan. The look on horror on her face told Creb that she had figured out what was happening faster than he had. He painted the symbol of the roedeer totem on Creb’s chest, then the mouse on Aba’s chest. Then, he painted the sign of the cave bear on Creb’s chest to indicate his new totem and painted the same sign over Aba’s, before announcing:

“The Great Cave Bear totem and conquered the mouse totem!”

Aba was a good Clan woman. She knew what was expected of her and was prepared to do it. She stepped forward and sat a Creb’s feet, waiting.

Creb was too shocked to move!

(This can’t be happening! I was not supposed to be mated until Luna came back! Ayla isn’t even here yet!)

But he was torn out of his thoughts we he realized that the whole Clan was staring at him. Creb looked down at Aba. None of this was her doing. She should not be punished for his act of saving his mother’s mate. Creb tapped her on the shoulder and she rose. He turned and walked back to the cave as she followed him. When he entered the cave, he saw that there was a new hearth all set up for him. His possessions were already there. When had this happened? The newly mated couple entered the hearth. They were now in their period of isolation. There was a small fire already burning and Aba started heating stones so that she could make him some tea. The hot stones were pulled from the fire and dropped, one at a time, in the bowl of water until it was hot enough, then the herbs to put in to make a tea. When the tea was ready, she brought him a cup of it before serving herself.

She still had that look on her face, the one that told him she was not pleased that she had been given to him as a mate. He was not pleased himself. Aba was a good Clan woman. But she was not his Luna. Creb had already resigned himself to years of celibacy. He’d been that way in his previous life until Luna came. He’s only tried to get his Needs Relieved a few times before he gave up. He did not enjoy Relieving the Needs with women who did not want him. So in this life he thought it would never happen. Now he was mated! And a mated man is expected to Relieve his Needs with his mate! What will he do!?! Luna and later, Iga the Clanluna had taught him how to Relieve the Needs of women. . . . Creb decided to attempt to give Aba Needs. If he was successful, he would Relieve her Needs and after that, she might be agreeable with Relieving his.

“Lay down,” signed Creb.

When she complied, he laid down next to her and leaned over her to kiss her.


Aba couldn’t believe what had happened to her she was mated to Creb! She was grateful for him chasing those hyenas away. And being the mate of the mog-ur would give her status almost as high as the Leader’s mate. But she didn’t want to be mated to Creb! He’s ugly! And crippled! (What if he asks me to Relieve his Needs!?!) But there was nothing to do about it. Perhaps if she was a good mate, he wouldn’t feel Needs for her to Relieve? She tried her best to please him, made him tea. But then he commanded her to lay down! And he laid down next to her and learned over and put his mouth on hers! When he started licking her lips, she tried licking his. Soon they were licking each other’s tongues which made her feel good somehow . . . in a strange, but good way. After doing this for a while, he reached down a pulled a breast out of her wrap. He started on the edge and started tracing circles on it that gradually spiraled inward, but just before he touched her nipple, he spiraled back out again. He pulled her other breast out and did the same thing to it. By now, she WANTED him to touch her nipple! He started placing his lips on her and making a strange sucking sound like the kiss a baby gives when it comes off the nipple. he kissed his way down until he reached her breast and then started nursing off her. It felt good. Really good! But the best part was when he lifted the bottom of her wrap and started licking her woman parts. She found her self having Needs she had never even suspected she was capable of! Needs that grew and grew until they were Relieved!

After Creb had Relieved his mate’s Needs, he rolled over on his back and signaled her to straddle him and Relieve his Needs that way. She didn’t even hesitate to comply and rode him until his Needs were relieved. When he was finished, she collapsed on him and rested on him panting as he ran his hand on her back.

Eventually Aba recovered recovered her wits enough to realise she was being lazy laying her enjoying the touch of her mate. She’s been so disappointed to be mated to the deformed crippled boy. But now she was happy to be his mate!

The next morning, Aba woke before Creb, and made him a tea that was ready when he awoke. Creb sipped his tea while she prepared a stew for their breakfast. All the time she was doing this she kept doing things and moving in ways that made Creb think she was trying to encourage him to give her ‘the Signal’. Once the stew was ready, she brought him a bowl and gave it to him, and watched to make certain it was to his liking before having any herself. Creb waved his approval and she helped herself to a bowl. After the were both finished, Creb stopped her from cleaning the bowls so he could talk to her.

“Sit down, Aba, this man wants to speak with you,” signed Creb. Once he was certain that she was sitting and willing to listen, he continued: “This man is not like other men,” Creb indicated his severed arm and club foot. “It is not comfortable for Relieving his Needs the way other men do. If this man ever asks you to Relieve his Need again, it will be an invitation to do what we did last night. But this man knows that he is not the mate you wanted. This man does not want you to Relieve his Needs unless it is something you truly want to do. If you do not wish it, the man will never Relieve his Needs with you again.”

“No!” cried Aba, before she caught herself and begged him with her eyes.

“This man needs you to be more clear than that;” signed Creb. “Do you wish for this man to Relieve his Needs with you, to Relieve your Needs, to Share Pleasures with you in the future?”

Aba nodded her assent vigorously as her mate waited for her to give her consent explicitly.

“This woman would like for you to do to her what you did last night, again,” signed Aba. “This woman is willing to Relieve her mate’s Needs as often as he wants. This woman would like to Share Pleasures again.”

“Tonight, and any future night, if the man gives you ‘the Signal’, you do not HAVE TO comply,” signed Creb. “But if you wish to Share Pleasures, take off your wrap and lay down like you did last night.”

Aba responded by taking of her wrap and laying down on her bedding right then. Creb gave her a happy look and moved over to her so he could Relieve her Needs several more times before letting her Relieve his. The rest of the Clan pretended not to notice even though they were all watching the newly mated couple do these strange ways of Need Relieving that Aba seemed to enjoy a lot.

After a morning bout of Sharing Pleasures, Aba finished cleaning up the breakfast bowls and the each started work on their own projects for the rest of the day. Aba continued to encourage her mate to give her ‘the Signal’ all day. So after their evening meal, Creb gave her ‘the Signal’ to which his mate happily complied.

Creb didn’t understand why things had changed so much from the past he remembered. In his first life, the man of the Others had come to the Clan much earlier and Uba had been his mother’s mother, not his mother. He had not been mated last time either until Luna came. Was Luna still coming? Was even Ayla coming? These thoughts haunted him for the rest of his time time of seclusion with his new mate.

Aba had much more to do in their hearth. She had baskets to weave and bowls to make and skins to work. And she had to supplies to work on these tasks on hand. Creb didn’t have much to do besides meditate and Share Pleasures with mate, which she encouraged him to do nearly all the time. Even as young as he was, it was difficult for him to Relieve his Needs more than three times a day. And between sessions of Sharing Pleasure, Aba would subtlety encourage him to have Needs for her to Relieve.

Finally, their time of seclusion ended, and they could leave the hearth. Aba went straight to the other women to gossip about her new life as a mated woman and her mate’s unusual method to Relieving his Needs.

Creb went back to his old hearth where the man of the Others was under the care of his mother, the Medicine Woman.

“How is the man of the Others” Creb signed to his mother.

“His leg is healing, but this medicine woman can tell he wants to walk around on it,” signed Uba. “It is too soon for him to do that and it is difficult to keep him at the hearth and off his feet. This is made more difficult by the fact that he does not know how to speak properly. When anyone tries, all he does is make those strange gibbering sounds.”

“The Others do not know to talk with their hands they only use sounds to talk,” signed Creb. “This man will attempt to communicate with him.”

“This man greets you,” signed Creb at the man of the Others.

The man of the others huffed, then gave off a long string of sounds. What ever he was speaking, it was not English, the language of Luna. Creb had feared this might be the case. After all, Iga the clanluna had not know English when she had first joined the Clan. The Others have more than one language. He would have to teach him to sign the Clan language as he had taught Ayla.

“Creb,” he said, as he pointed to himself. He them pointed at the man of the others.

“Darnevon,” replied the man of the Others, as he point to himself.

”Darne- . . . Darnev- . . .” Creb knew the other members of the Clan would not be able to pronounce this man’s name. So he tried to simplify it for the man: “Darn.”

“Darn! Darn!” replied the man of the Others before showing his teeth in the way that Ayla did when she was happy.

Now that Darn had a name, he could teach him some more signs and learn his language. Creb pointed to the fire, then made the sign for fire. Darn said his word for fire, but hadn’t seen Creb’s sign. Creb grabbed the man’s hand and made it go through the motion for ‘fire’, then pointed at the fire and made the motion himself. A light seemed to go on in the man’s eyes as he understood. Darn made the motion for ‘fire’ and pointed to the fire. Creb pointed to a cup and made the sign for ‘cup’. Darn said his word for ‘cup’. Creb moved Darn’s hand in the motion for ‘cup’, pointed at the cup and made the motion again. Darn imitated Creb’s sign for ‘cup’. In this way Creb was able to teach Darn some simple things that he needed to know, like how to ask for a drink and how to ask to be helped outside so he could empty his bowels or bladder. Every time Creb taught him a new sign, Darn would say the word for it in his language, so he was learning the man of the Others’ language at the same time. This was easier for Creb because: with his Clan memory, he only needed to hear a word once in order to learn it. Darn often had to be shown a sign more than once. After a few hands of sun movement, Creb ended the lesson for the day and sought out his mother’s mate: Brac, who was leader of the Clan.

“This man was surprised to be accepted as a hunter of the Clan,” signed Creb. “Because this man can not run, this man thought that he would never be accepted as a hunter,”

“Although you can not run and hunt the way other men of the Clan do, you are still able to bring down large game with your sling,” signed Brac. “The Leader spoke with the other men for a long time. And we agreed that although you would not be able to help run down a large animal and hunt with a spear, with your sling you can hunt well enough that you will be able to provide for a mate. You can also use your sling to protect the women from predators while they are butchering the meat . . . better than the other men can. For this reason you were recognised as a hunter of the Clan and given your own hearth and mate.”


When evening came, Darn was carried into the men’s chamber of the cave. The mog-ur and Uba traded bowls of datura tea and the men retreated to their chamber for the men’s ritual while the women performed their’s outside. Creb took his place in the circle of men. He wasn’t supposed to have done this before with the acolytes at the Clan gathering. But with the mog-urs occupied with their own ritual, there was not one to stop them. This time, Creb was a recoginsed man with a right to be here. They sat around in a circle with the cave bear skull in the center and drank the tea. The men gazed at the skull until their eyes closed, then started meditating on their memories accumulated over their lifetime. Creb quickly got bored with this and seized control, linking their minds together and taking them back through the memories of their ancestors one by one they combined as they looked through the memories of their common ancestors. Darn was the last to join them as his common ancestor with theirs was much further back in time than theirs. Creb stopped them and let them get a better look at their life before Clan and Others were separate people. In this time, there were female mog-urs and women-who-hunt. They honored different spirits than Ursus or the Others’ Great Mother of all. Darn slipped away from them as they entered the beginnings of Clan memories and saw how most women would stop hunting after they started having babies. This required the men to hunt more. Over the generations, as the Clan memories accumulated, the women’s memories of hunting retreated more and more as the memories of child and hearth care were reinforced until they reached the point where women no long could hunt because they no longer had the memories for it. At the same time, the men’s memories for care of children and hearth weakened until they reached the point there they could no longer care for a child without a mate to help them.

In the morning, when the men came back to themselves and opened their eyes, they all were staring at Creb in awe! Never had a men’s ritual been so intense before!

“This man can no longer be mog-ur!” signed Borg. “Creb is a better mog-ur than any this man has ever seen. Creb should be mog-ur!”


Note: I am making the Clan age at twice the rate Other's do. So where you see the ages on Clan lists, double them to get an idea of how mature they actually are.
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