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Clancreb
Earth’s Children is owned by Jean Auel
Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling
Chapter 43: Harr stews his thoughts
There were five boys who were almost men and would need a redfoot this summer. So Iga decided split them and have Ayla redfoot for two of them, Zag and Grar. Iga was also training Vara to become a redfoot, but she wasn’t fully trained yet. Sometimes she had Harr enchant Vara to invisible so that she could watch as Iga redfooted a boy. She also had Vara taking on more of the burden of seeing that the men with no mates were having their Needs Relieved. At this point there were four men who had no mates and still lived at the hearth of their mother’s mate.
There was only one boy who was ready for his manhood hunt this year. Broud took him with the male hunters for it and Crak was successful. He was now a Hunter of the Clan and a man!
Once the manhood hunt was out of the way, Broud started leading all the men on hunts. Iga would go on these and throw her little spears to great effect. She tended to do this alongside the men who were trying to run down an animal in the traditional Clan way. Ayla was sometimes known to join them too. But she preferred her sling. Sling magic had become the preferred way to hunt amongst members of the Clan. Often Broud had to stop the hunt because they had killed more than the women could process.
Iga the Clanluna stalked out of the cave wearing only a wrap around her hips. Her feet were painted red with ochre. By now the boys knew what this meant. They had already seen this yesterday when Ayla had dressed the same way for Zag. And now Ayla was dressed that way too, following behind Iga. Their walk exuded sexuality as they stalked toward the boys who had been practicing running and spear thrusting. Iga stopped before Ird, the son of Grod’s mate. While Ayla stopped before Grar, the son of Zeen’s mate, Vara.
“Come with this Clanluna,” signed Iga.
She led him away from the cave and into the woods.
“Do you know why The Clanluna had led you here?” signed Iga.
“You’re going to teach this boy to Relieve this boy’s Needs,” signed Ird. “But this boy is not allowed to Signal you, so he is unsure how that will work.”
“It is more than that,” signed Iga, before switching to English, which most of the Clan understood by now. With their perfect memories, they were able to easily pick up spoken language comprehension, even though they couldn’t speak them.
“I’m going to teach you how to Relieve the Needs of women,” said Iga. “I’m going to teach you about Luna’s sacred gift of Pleasures!”
Iga could see the effect her voice was having on the boy. He was becoming full of Need at the sound of her voice. She switched back to signs so she wouldn’t make him finish by himself.
“Over the growing season, The Clanluna will teach your about how to give women Needs and how to Relieve them. You will learn to Relives the Needs of women while your own Needs are being relieved. This is Luna’s sacred gift of Pleasures.”
“Who is Luna?” signed Ird.
“Long ago and in another life, the Great mother of us all appeared to us as a woman,” signed Iga. “Her name was: Luna!”
As the growing season progressed, Ayla noticed that some of the magical plants she had planted last year had given seeds that had blown in the wind. And now there were magic plants growing outside of her garden, in the wild. Ayla let these plants grow. It was obvious this was the will of Luna or Ursus.
The spring had turned to summer had turned to fall. The Clan settled down for another winter.
Iga held another Winter festival that winter. This time Ayla ended up choosing Vara’s son, Bar. He had 1/4 Others heritage, inherited from his mother. And he thoroughly relieved her need as well as he thought she had Relieved his.
Drora was nearing the end of her childbearing years. So she asked Ayla use the same magic she had used to give Iza a daughter. There were three more births that year, all boys.
By the time spring arrived, it was obvious that Ayla was pregnant, as was Iga.
Harr went out Hunting, which was actually an excuse to stew about his love life.
(My early life with the Dursleys didn’t really teach me about how it is to love. I don’t think I really loved anyone until Hermione. But I was too stupid to realize it until Luna forced us to face it. But Luna knew. She knew years before we did and kept trying to push us together. I guess she was just being a good clanluna.
And Luna! I barely knew her when she decided to show me her boobs and let me touch them. By the time we were Sharing completely, I had fallen in Love with her. But when our year was up, she just dumped me like she didn’t care. And she immediately started sleeping with Neville. Would have been sleeping with Ron if he had let her. So I was shocked to find out that even when we were together, she would have slept with Neville again if I had given her permission.
On the other hand, I never would have believed it was possible to Love two women at the same time. As hard as the long campout was, it was also bliss . . .It was surprising that neither Luna nor Hermione were jealous of each other. As much as they enjoyed Sharing Pleasures with each other, it looked like they were as much in Love with each other as I was with them. That look on Hermione's face when I proposed to Luna. She looked so happy! Did she know I was going to do that before I did? It was hard choosing between them. If I could I would have married them both. But Luna was the one threatening to go away. So she was the one I proposed to. Instead, I was the one who went away.
And now, I’m married to Ayla, a woman I hated when I first got here. And it was obvious that she felt the same way about me. We were married without my knowledge of what was even happening. Even then, I didn’t touch her until Zab forced her hand. That made me really uncomfortable. It felt like I was Forcing her. Thought, I guess Zab was Forcing us both. And then, the next day, she went out and Shared Pleasures with another man, which made her come back willing to let me into her bed. And somehow Sharing Pleasures with her repeatedly made us fall in Love.
But what kind of Love is it? She still sleeps around with the whole Clan. I don’t even know who the father of her next baby is. Is it me? Someone she redfooted? Or the man she chose at the Winter Festival? Does it even matter? These people don’t even know where babies come from. I think Ayla suspects. But she doesn’t know for sure. And because of this, they sleep around freely. In the old Clan custom, I could have any woman I wanted at any time, unless her mate was present and objected. Even now, I can have any woman that wants me.
And Ayla sleeps with any man that wants her. She feels duty bound to do so. And all the men in the Clan Love her for it. Perhaps that is the secret to this. That since they are all sleeping with each other, they all feel closer to each other. Except I don’t. Other than that one time with Vara and the two Mother Festivals, I have kept to Ayla’s bed . . . while she sleeps around with the whole Clan. Merlin, Iga slept her way into being recognized as the High Priestess of Pleasures!
And that is what Ayla is . . . a priestess of Pleasures. And if I am going to keep her, I will have to accept that. Perhaps I need to more freely embrace this Clan love-style. I could start taking women when I out out hunting alone and Signal them. But if I started asking the other men if I could use their mates in front of everybody, it would show the Clan that I accept their ways. Theres no shortage of women who want me to use them.
And when I empregnate one, or as Ayla would say, defeat their totem, I can easily tell. I’m used to seeing people from all over the world. So the Clan people don’t look that different to me. But they look different enough that I can tell that I am the father of Bok, Hac and Jaymz. They look different enough that I can tell that a Clan man fathered Durciza. So I wonder who fathered Vara?
In the end, I guess it doesn’t matter who the father of Ayla’s new baby is. It will be a child of the whole Clan. And it’s not like I don’t have any children of my own.)
When Harr returned from his hunt empty handed, he saw Iga was outside the cave with some other women weaving a basket in the sun. Nearby, Creb was in discussion with Brun and Zoug. Harr walked up to Creb and signed:
“May this man use your mate to Relieve his Needs?”
“This man has no objection,” signed Creb, as if Harr had asked to borrow his axe and not his wife.
(Perhaps the concept of a wife doesn’t exist here. Perhaps mate is better word for the kind of relationship he and Iga . . . and Ayla and I have is.)
Harr walked over to Iga and the women.
“Your mate has given this man permission to use you to Relieve his Needs,“ signed Harr. “How do your feel about Sharing Pleasures with this man?”
Iga’s reaction was to stand up, and take off her dress. She then stood there, leaning to one side in a seductive pose and said, in English.
‘“I don’t know . . . why don’t you give me the Signal and we’ll see what happens.”
And so, Harr gave her the Signal. And they Shared Pleasures there in front of everyone. Even the people who didn’t see, knew what was happening from the loud sounds of enjoyment Iga made.
Once they were done, Iga hugged him and kissed him until she couldn’t breathe any more. And after he got off her, she stood up and gave him another hug before going off to clean herself.
The people sitting around him acted as if he hadn’t just been exabitionistic in from of them. This was just a normal everyday occurrence for them.
Perhaps it was time to do something else.
“Zoug, can you train this man in the use of the sling again?”
Earth’s Children is owned by Jean Auel
Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling
Chapter 43: Harr stews his thoughts
There were five boys who were almost men and would need a redfoot this summer. So Iga decided split them and have Ayla redfoot for two of them, Zag and Grar. Iga was also training Vara to become a redfoot, but she wasn’t fully trained yet. Sometimes she had Harr enchant Vara to invisible so that she could watch as Iga redfooted a boy. She also had Vara taking on more of the burden of seeing that the men with no mates were having their Needs Relieved. At this point there were four men who had no mates and still lived at the hearth of their mother’s mate.
There was only one boy who was ready for his manhood hunt this year. Broud took him with the male hunters for it and Crak was successful. He was now a Hunter of the Clan and a man!
Once the manhood hunt was out of the way, Broud started leading all the men on hunts. Iga would go on these and throw her little spears to great effect. She tended to do this alongside the men who were trying to run down an animal in the traditional Clan way. Ayla was sometimes known to join them too. But she preferred her sling. Sling magic had become the preferred way to hunt amongst members of the Clan. Often Broud had to stop the hunt because they had killed more than the women could process.
Iga the Clanluna stalked out of the cave wearing only a wrap around her hips. Her feet were painted red with ochre. By now the boys knew what this meant. They had already seen this yesterday when Ayla had dressed the same way for Zag. And now Ayla was dressed that way too, following behind Iga. Their walk exuded sexuality as they stalked toward the boys who had been practicing running and spear thrusting. Iga stopped before Ird, the son of Grod’s mate. While Ayla stopped before Grar, the son of Zeen’s mate, Vara.
“Come with this Clanluna,” signed Iga.
She led him away from the cave and into the woods.
“Do you know why The Clanluna had led you here?” signed Iga.
“You’re going to teach this boy to Relieve this boy’s Needs,” signed Ird. “But this boy is not allowed to Signal you, so he is unsure how that will work.”
“It is more than that,” signed Iga, before switching to English, which most of the Clan understood by now. With their perfect memories, they were able to easily pick up spoken language comprehension, even though they couldn’t speak them.
“I’m going to teach you how to Relieve the Needs of women,” said Iga. “I’m going to teach you about Luna’s sacred gift of Pleasures!”
Iga could see the effect her voice was having on the boy. He was becoming full of Need at the sound of her voice. She switched back to signs so she wouldn’t make him finish by himself.
“Over the growing season, The Clanluna will teach your about how to give women Needs and how to Relieve them. You will learn to Relives the Needs of women while your own Needs are being relieved. This is Luna’s sacred gift of Pleasures.”
“Who is Luna?” signed Ird.
“Long ago and in another life, the Great mother of us all appeared to us as a woman,” signed Iga. “Her name was: Luna!”
As the growing season progressed, Ayla noticed that some of the magical plants she had planted last year had given seeds that had blown in the wind. And now there were magic plants growing outside of her garden, in the wild. Ayla let these plants grow. It was obvious this was the will of Luna or Ursus.
The spring had turned to summer had turned to fall. The Clan settled down for another winter.
Iga held another Winter festival that winter. This time Ayla ended up choosing Vara’s son, Bar. He had 1/4 Others heritage, inherited from his mother. And he thoroughly relieved her need as well as he thought she had Relieved his.
Drora was nearing the end of her childbearing years. So she asked Ayla use the same magic she had used to give Iza a daughter. There were three more births that year, all boys.
By the time spring arrived, it was obvious that Ayla was pregnant, as was Iga.
Harr went out Hunting, which was actually an excuse to stew about his love life.
(My early life with the Dursleys didn’t really teach me about how it is to love. I don’t think I really loved anyone until Hermione. But I was too stupid to realize it until Luna forced us to face it. But Luna knew. She knew years before we did and kept trying to push us together. I guess she was just being a good clanluna.
And Luna! I barely knew her when she decided to show me her boobs and let me touch them. By the time we were Sharing completely, I had fallen in Love with her. But when our year was up, she just dumped me like she didn’t care. And she immediately started sleeping with Neville. Would have been sleeping with Ron if he had let her. So I was shocked to find out that even when we were together, she would have slept with Neville again if I had given her permission.
On the other hand, I never would have believed it was possible to Love two women at the same time. As hard as the long campout was, it was also bliss . . .It was surprising that neither Luna nor Hermione were jealous of each other. As much as they enjoyed Sharing Pleasures with each other, it looked like they were as much in Love with each other as I was with them. That look on Hermione's face when I proposed to Luna. She looked so happy! Did she know I was going to do that before I did? It was hard choosing between them. If I could I would have married them both. But Luna was the one threatening to go away. So she was the one I proposed to. Instead, I was the one who went away.
And now, I’m married to Ayla, a woman I hated when I first got here. And it was obvious that she felt the same way about me. We were married without my knowledge of what was even happening. Even then, I didn’t touch her until Zab forced her hand. That made me really uncomfortable. It felt like I was Forcing her. Thought, I guess Zab was Forcing us both. And then, the next day, she went out and Shared Pleasures with another man, which made her come back willing to let me into her bed. And somehow Sharing Pleasures with her repeatedly made us fall in Love.
But what kind of Love is it? She still sleeps around with the whole Clan. I don’t even know who the father of her next baby is. Is it me? Someone she redfooted? Or the man she chose at the Winter Festival? Does it even matter? These people don’t even know where babies come from. I think Ayla suspects. But she doesn’t know for sure. And because of this, they sleep around freely. In the old Clan custom, I could have any woman I wanted at any time, unless her mate was present and objected. Even now, I can have any woman that wants me.
And Ayla sleeps with any man that wants her. She feels duty bound to do so. And all the men in the Clan Love her for it. Perhaps that is the secret to this. That since they are all sleeping with each other, they all feel closer to each other. Except I don’t. Other than that one time with Vara and the two Mother Festivals, I have kept to Ayla’s bed . . . while she sleeps around with the whole Clan. Merlin, Iga slept her way into being recognized as the High Priestess of Pleasures!
And that is what Ayla is . . . a priestess of Pleasures. And if I am going to keep her, I will have to accept that. Perhaps I need to more freely embrace this Clan love-style. I could start taking women when I out out hunting alone and Signal them. But if I started asking the other men if I could use their mates in front of everybody, it would show the Clan that I accept their ways. Theres no shortage of women who want me to use them.
And when I empregnate one, or as Ayla would say, defeat their totem, I can easily tell. I’m used to seeing people from all over the world. So the Clan people don’t look that different to me. But they look different enough that I can tell that I am the father of Bok, Hac and Jaymz. They look different enough that I can tell that a Clan man fathered Durciza. So I wonder who fathered Vara?
In the end, I guess it doesn’t matter who the father of Ayla’s new baby is. It will be a child of the whole Clan. And it’s not like I don’t have any children of my own.)
When Harr returned from his hunt empty handed, he saw Iga was outside the cave with some other women weaving a basket in the sun. Nearby, Creb was in discussion with Brun and Zoug. Harr walked up to Creb and signed:
“May this man use your mate to Relieve his Needs?”
“This man has no objection,” signed Creb, as if Harr had asked to borrow his axe and not his wife.
(Perhaps the concept of a wife doesn’t exist here. Perhaps mate is better word for the kind of relationship he and Iga . . . and Ayla and I have is.)
Harr walked over to Iga and the women.
“Your mate has given this man permission to use you to Relieve his Needs,“ signed Harr. “How do your feel about Sharing Pleasures with this man?”
Iga’s reaction was to stand up, and take off her dress. She then stood there, leaning to one side in a seductive pose and said, in English.
‘“I don’t know . . . why don’t you give me the Signal and we’ll see what happens.”
And so, Harr gave her the Signal. And they Shared Pleasures there in front of everyone. Even the people who didn’t see, knew what was happening from the loud sounds of enjoyment Iga made.
Once they were done, Iga hugged him and kissed him until she couldn’t breathe any more. And after he got off her, she stood up and gave him another hug before going off to clean herself.
The people sitting around him acted as if he hadn’t just been exabitionistic in from of them. This was just a normal everyday occurrence for them.
Perhaps it was time to do something else.
“Zoug, can you train this man in the use of the sling again?”
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