Title: Alpha Male
Summary: When a lonely archaeology student gets transported back
to the Ice Age, he finds his book-learning comes in handy and
makes him irresistable.
Language: English
Copyright: January 2003
Chapters: 2

Alpha Male (MF, MFF, scifi)
by Chandra Renard

Part One

At the knock on the door, Stephen Wagner looked up, then put down
his textbook, _The Ethno-Geography of Prehistoric China_. He
crossed the small dorm room, unlocked the door, and peeked
outside. A young woman stood at the entrance, smiling back at him
in the light of a single bulb glowing in the hallway.

Stephen smiled back. "Oh. Hi, Amber."

"Hi, Steve. Is your brother here?"

Stephen opened the door wider. For a moment, Stephen let his eyes
linger over her tight belly exposed under a tank top that swelled
over her full breasts, then forced himself to look her in the
eye. "Uh, no. Kurt left an hour ago."

"Oh." Amber twisted one of her curls of blonde hair on a finger.
"I've been trying to get in touch with him all day."

"Kurt's band, the Horndogs, is playing at the Zenith Pavilion.
It's a big auditorium on the south-east corner of the campus,
can't miss it."

"I know. I was just over there. Kurt wasn't there. Damien is
singing with them tonight." Amber chewed on her lower lip, then
raised her blue eyes to Stephen's. "Steve, can I come in for a
minute?"

"Uh, sure." Stephen held the door open for her, allowing himself
a quick peek at the curves of her buttocks under her shorts as
she walked past him.

Once inside, Stephen closed the door and scurried to the desk
where he had been working. He began shuffling around the stacks
of textbooks and notepads he had been poring over. "Sorry about
the mess."

Amber leaned over the desk, allowing her eyes to wander over the
mountain of paper. "That's okay. You studying for a test?"

"Uh, sort of. I'm supposed to be." Stephen picked up a gray and
pitted skull resting in a box on the desk. "I kind of got caught
up in researching this. I found it in the University's archives
as an unidentified primate skull. I think it might belong to an
undiscovered hominid from the Paleolithic Era. I might be able to
get a thesis if I can identify it. If you'll notice here, the
teeth are similar to the australopithecine, but the brain is very
large, more like a Homo habilus--"

He stopped when he noticed the look on Amber's face. His cheeks
flushed as he put the skull back down. "Sorry, got a little
carried away."

"That's okay. It's nice that you're so into this science stuff."
Amber sat down on Stephen's bed, bouncing slightly as she crossed
her long legs.

Stephen sat down in the chair across from her. "So what did you
want to talk to me about?"

Amber fixed her eyes on his. "Stephen, I want you to be honest
with me. You're his brother. You know him better than I do. Is
Kurt seeing another woman?"

Stephen froze, blinked, and then lowered his eyes. "Uh, well, I
don't know. I'm not around him all the time--"

"Steve, be honest, please."

"Well, I mean, I don't know for sure, but a girl did call before
Kurt left, and she said her name was Brittany. And I did see him
having coffee with a woman last week. They looked kind
of...intimate." Stephen looked into Amber's eyes, watching them
pool with tears, and decided the moment of truth had arrived.
"Okay, Amber, the truth. Last night, Kurt came in late with some
redheaded girl on his arm. He gave me ten bucks to go see a
movie, and told me not to hurry home. If you know what I mean."

Amber lowered her eyes, which began to glisten in the dim light.
"Yes. I know what you mean. I knew he was seeing someone else.
It's probably Ginger, that slut from the coffee shop."

"Ginger? No, I told you, the woman who called said her name was
Brittany."

Amber burst into tears, clawing at her cheeks with her fingers as
she hunched over. "Brittany, Ginger, who cares? Kurt's got a
million women. I was so stupid."

Stephen climbed out of his chair and sat down on the bed next to
Amber. "No, come on, don't beat yourself up. That's just Kurt
being Kurt. He uses women. You're not the first woman who's
fallen for it."

As Amber raised her head, tears ran down her cheeks onto the
cleavage swelling from her tank top. The tears trickled down to
vanish within the valley of her breasts. "I know, Steve. I knew
Kurt had other women, but I wanted to believe I was special."

Stephen watched Amber sitting next to him, felt the heat of her
body, and thought the moment had come. He shifted a little closer
to her, trying not to shake the bed too much. "You are special,
Amber. Even if Kurt doesn't see that, I do."

Amber raised her blue eyes up to him, giving him a crooked smile.
"Thanks, Stephen. You're so sweet."

Stephen felt his heart pounding in his ribs as he brought his
hand up by sheer will alone. He rested it lightly on her arm.
Just the touch of her skin made his body tingle. "Amber, you
don't need Kurt. Lots of guys would love to date you."

Amber's eyes softened. Her lips twitched. Stephen moved closer to
her then, his hands trembling as they touched her forearms. He
leaned in closer, feeling her breath against his face, carrying
the scent of strawberries.

Amber slipped away from him, off the bed. She stood up and ran
her hands down her hips, smoothing out her clothes. "I'd better
go."

Stephen rose to his feet. "No, Amber, don't go. I like you a lot.
I've liked you ever since I met you, but never said anything
since you started dating Kurt. Come on. We don't have to stay
here. Let's go catch a movie or something."

Amber winced. "Oh, Stephen, I can't. I'm still dating your
brother."

"What? But I just told you, he's seeing other women."

Amber turned away, running her fingers down her cheeks. "I know,
I know. But I still love Kurt."

Stephen breathed harder. "How can you say that? He doesn't love
you."

"Look, it's not about Kurt. Even if I wasn't seeing Kurt, I
couldn't date you." Amber turned to take both Stephen's hands in
hers. He felt his heart leap at her touch, but her words made his
heart sink again. "Stephen, you're a really sweet guy, but I'm
just not into you."

Stephen pulled his hands out of her fingers and turned away. "Oh.
I see."

He could hear Amber come up close behind him. "Hey, Steve, come
on. It's nothing personal. You're funny and nice, and really
smart. I like that. But I like a guy with a little edge, you
know? Some excitement. I'm sorry."

Stephen kept his gaze fixed on the window in front of him,
watching snow fall outside the dormitory. "I understand."

"Good. Well, I'm gonna go try the coffee shop. Sometimes Kurt
likes to go there. Maybe I can catch up with him. I'll see you
later, okay? Maybe we can grab a coffee sometime, just as
friends. Bye."

Stephen kept his fists clenched as Amber's footsteps faded, the
door opened and closed, and the room fell into silence.

He couldn't believe it. He had dreamed of telling Amber how he
felt about her, ever since he first saw her. It had been at one
of Kurt's parties, and Stephen had been sitting in a corner as
usual, nursing a cup of punch. Along comes Kurt out of the pool
with two women under his arm. One of them had been an Asian girl
named Kim who ended up breaking up with Kurt in a week. The other
had been Amber. They all wore swimsuits, and Stephen couldn't
take his eyes off Amber's breasts bouncing under her bikini top.
She hadn't noticed Stephen, too busy laughing over one of Kurt's
jokes and rubbing his brother's muscular arms and stomach. The
three of them ended up climbing the stairs, and Stephen had been
treated to the sight of Amber's round butt in a thong. From that
moment on, Stephen had been hooked.

To Stephen's surprise, Amber's relationship with Kurt lasted
longer than a week. He knew all along that Kurt saw other women,
but didn't want to say anything to hurt her. But every chance he
got, Stephen tried to get Amber alone and get to know her. The
two of them seemed to get along well. She didn't share his love
of prehistoric archaeology, but at least she listened. Maybe if
they had met under other circumstances, Stephen would have had a
chance.

Stephen sighed as he closed his eyes. All his life, he had lived
in the shadow of his brother. It looked like that would never
change.

He rubbed his face and tried to focus. He still had that test on
evolutionary history to study for. As he faced his desk again,
the mysterious skull gazed up at him from its box. The open mouth
gaped at him in a permanent smile, mocking him. A round hole in
its forehead seemed like a third eye, watching Stephen.

"Just you and me now, huh, pal?" Stephen asked it. "All alone,
Saturday night, looking at dirty old skulls. That's my life.
That'll always be my life."

The rush of humiliation overwhelmed him. He plucked the skull out
of the box, turned, and hurled it at the wall. The skull
shattered into pieces of fossilized bone and powder that rained
down onto the floor.

But the powder didn't stay on the floor. It swirled in the air
like a miniature tornado. Stephen lunged back as the powder
turned the color of gold, sparkling in the dim light as it
whirled towards him. He screamed as the dust overtook him, but
his lungs filled with the powder. It burned inside his chest, and
Stephen doubled over in coughs. The sparkling light filled his
eyes.

The dust flying over Steven turned ice-cold. He opened his eyes,
and saw nothing but white. He looked down and saw his hands
submerged in a foot of snow. Stephen shuddered as he felt an icy
wind sweeping over him and raised his eyes.

Stephen's dorm room had vanished, replaced by a vast plain of
snow. The sun shone high over the edge of cliffs that surrounded
him. Dunes of snow filled the edges of the towering rocks. The
glittering dust had been replaced by a snowstorm that filled the
air with particles of ice. Already, snowflakes clung to Stephen's
shirt and jeans, and more added themselves every second.

"Where am I?" Stephen whispered.

Stephen's body trembled violently as he tried to rise to his
feet. He wrapped his arms around himself as he yelled into the
wind. "Hello? Where am I? Is anybody out there?"

A crunching noise drew Stephen around to look behind him. His
mouth fell open.

He watched five enormous animals lumber across his path. They
looked like elephants, but covered with a thick coat of brown
hair that rippled as they plodded through the snow. One of them
turned its massive head towards him. It almost knocked Stephen
over with the curved tusks that jutted from its mouth. The
creature snorted, then headed off with the rest of the herd
towards a mountain on the horizon.

Stephen breathed harder as he hugged himself tighter. "That
was...that was...that was a woolly mammoth. But that's
impossible. The woolly mammoths have been extinct since the Ice
Age. Unless..."

Stephen raised his eyes to the clouds rolling over his head.
"Unless I'm in the Ice Age."

Stephen trembled again, but this time it came from the
temperature. The exposed skin on his arms and face felt chilled
to the point of burning. In the distance, he could make out a
shadow against the cliffs. It looked like a cave. His sneakers
punched through the crust of ice into the deep snow as he ran. He
felt them become soaked with melting snow, but within seconds it
had turned into solid ice against his skin. By the time Stephen
reached the cave, he could barely walk.

Wind sweeping across the entrance of the cave filled it with the
echo of a low moan. Icicles hung from the ceiling like teeth.
Stephen tumbled into the cave and collapsed against the rock
wall. He felt a moment's relief at getting out of the wind, but
knew it wouldn't be enough.

"Gotta make a fire," Stephen whimpered. "Gotta make a fire. Don't
worry about how I got here, gotta make a fire. Think, Stephen,
think. How did they make fire in the Ice Age?"

In a flash, Stephen's research on Stone Age tools came back to
him. He looked around the cave and found what he had been
searching for. A few feet away, a small shrub reached its twigs
out from between the cracks of two rocks. Stephen managed to
uncurl his fingers and tugged the shrub out. As he had hoped, the
shrub had died and left only dry twigs behind.

Stephen set a handful of the twigs down in the hollow of a
boulder, then dug through a pile of rocks. He found two that he
recognized as flint and pyrite stones. He struck the two stones
together over the twigs. Sparks flew from the impact. Stephen
kept striking until the twigs caught a spark and burst into
flame. Stephen kept added twigs until a fire blazed in the pit of
rock.

He hunched over the flame, warming his hands and body, until he
heard a snap behind him. Stephen whipped around to look deeper
into the cave.

Something moved in the shadows where the light could not fall.

Stephen huddled closer to his fire as he called out, "Hello?
Anyone there?"

A figure crawled out of the darkness, and Stephen realized it was
human as it crawled towards him. Animal furs draped over its
body, and locks of blonde hair draped the face. When the human
raised its head, the hair fell away to expose a woman's face.

Her skin had grown dark from an intense tan, but her blue eyes
pierced through like diamonds. Her brow seemed a bit thicker than
normal, but she struck Stephen as incredibly beautiful.

Stephen blinked, then reached out a hand. "Hello. My name is
Stephen."

The woman flinched and shrank away from the hand. A series of low
grunts came out of her clenched mouth.

Stephen narrowed his eyes. "You're not a modern-day human.
Sloping forehead, heavy brow, angular face. Yeah, that cinches
it. I'm in the Paleolithic Era. Don't know how I got here,
though."

The woman grunted again, and her eyes flicked towards the fire.
She shrank back more.

"No, it's okay. It's fire." Stephen reached his own hands towards
the flame. "It's warm. Haven't you ever seen fire before?"

When he looked deeper into the woman's eyes, Stephen nodded. "I
guess not. It's okay. See?"

He rubbed his hands near the fire. The woman glanced at him, then
shuffled a little closer to the fire. As the warmth reached her,
the woman's eyes widened. She rushed towards the flame and
Stephen had to throw his body between the two.

"No, don't touch it." Stephen held her by the arms. "You'll hurt
yourself. Just enjoy being close to it."

She blinked at him, and then looked at the fire again. Her body
softened in his arms as if the flames melted her body instead of
the ice clinging to her furs.

As he held her at arms' length, Stephen realized the furs only
draped over her. The woman seemed to be nude beneath them.
Stephen glanced up at her, then peeked down into a gap at her
neck. Her skin seemed to be less tanned further down, and he
could see the valley between her breasts. She shifted her legs,
and he caught a glimpse of a patch of blonde hair.

Stephen let go of the woman, who gave him another cautious
glance, then huddled against a wall by the fire. He held her
hands up to the fire again, and she imitated his movements. As
the heat played over her blue fingers, the woman broke into a
smile. She looked up at him and spoke in a rapid language that
reminded him of the languages from the southern half of Africa.
He could only recognize a few words that sounded like words for
"hot" and "good."

Stephen settled down beside her. "Yeah, it's nice, isn't it?"

The woman wiggled her fingers at the fire, then reached down and
peeled the furs off her body. She settled back against the wall
naked. He could only stare at her large breasts, tipped by
nipples made firm and red from the cold. Her hips settled on her
furs as she made herself comfortable, turning her buttocks
towards him. She seemed to have no sense of shame, not trying to
cover herself or moving away from Stephen's eyes.

The woman rubbed her body with her hands, making her breasts
jiggle wildly, then looked at Stephen again. She spoke in the
language once more, and this time Stephen recognized the Kwa word
for "magician." She said it again and pointed at Stephen's chest.

Stephen touched his own chest. "Me? Oh, no, I'm not a magician.
I'm a college student. It's just fire. Anybody can make that."

But the woman didn't seem to be paying attention to him anymore.
She plucked at Stephen's shirt with a frown creasing her long
face. Her fingers traced the red cloth in wonder. Her index
finger grazed over Stephen's nipple, making him shrink back. The
woman looked up at him with wide eyes, and a giggle burst from
her lips.

She plunged her hands into the neck of his shirt. Stephen tried
to break free, but the woman's arms encircled him and tore at the
cloth. Before he could stop her, the woman had ripped the buttons
off the shirt, exposing his bare chest.

Stephen felt his cheeks redden as she stared at his naked chest.
Her left hand reached out to touch his skin, but hesitantly as if
it might burn. When she rested her palm flush against his ribs,
the woman smiled again. Stephen dared not move, but felt his
heart beat faster as she let her hand glide down her body to the
crotch of his jeans.

Her fingers traced the contours of his hardening flesh. She
looked him in the eyes, then began to pluck her fingers at the
zipper. Stephen swallowed a lump in his throat, then reached down
to the tab of the zipper. As he dragged it down, the woman's eyes
grew at the sight of the metal teeth coming apart. She glanced up
at him once more, then tucked her fingers into the open gap.

Stephen closed his eyes as her fingers burrowed into his jeans,
through the gap in his boxers, and came in contact with his bare
skin. His body had already responded to the woman's touch. The
jagged edges of her nails scraping along the length made him grow
even harder.

The woman growled as she began to yank on Stephen's pants. He
tried to move away, but she tugged him back down to the ground.
The force managed to tear his jeans free of his waist. The woman
pulled them down his legs. Stephen helped her work his jeans off
his legs. She stretched the jeans out lengthwise, sniffing at
them cautiously, then let them fall.

She dropped onto her hands and knees, locking him in a gaze that
he felt on a primal level. The woman began to crawl towards him,
making low moaning noises in her throat, then turned herself
around. Her hips arched, turning her buttocks up towards the roof
of the cave. Stephen's mouth became dry as he saw the inflamed
red lips peeking out from between her cheeks, glistening with
moisture in the light of the fire.

Stephen eased up onto his knees as the woman began to crawl away
from him, then turned around to give him the look of hunger once
again. The moaning noises came once more, and when she presented
her rear to him again, Stephen had no doubt of what it meant.


To be continued...

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Part Two

Stephen's naked body felt the bite of the cold, but the fire
warmed the side facing it, and the heat of his desire warmed the
rest of him. He slid between the woman's legs, and she grew
still, waiting with her buttocks turned upwards again. He told
hold of his throbbing flesh and guided it into the slit between
her legs.

The warmth of her interior around his shaft seemed to flush into
his entire body. He pressed against her, savoring the feeling of
being inside her, but the woman made a howling noise like a cat.
She pumped her hips against him at a rapid pace, and the slapping
of their bodies coming together again and again echoed off the
walls of the cave. Stephen groaned and tried to match her
thrusts, but she outpaced him until he could only keep his hips
motionless and let her ride.

The woman's grunts grew louder as Stephen filled her again and
again. He reached around to cup her breasts and felt the hot
flesh ripple in his palms. Her nipples poked out between his
fingers, and when he tugged on them, the woman squirmed in
delight. Stephen felt her juices dripping onto his thighs as he
pounded her. He wanted to try to enjoy the sensation of their
bodies together, but his hands burned with friction when he tried
to slow her hips.

Stephen fell back against the wall of the cave and she pinned him
there. He could only brace his hands against the rough stone as
she rammed him against the wall. He felt his whole body tighten
as if to focus all his strength on the pressure building at his
crotch. His moan became screams as the pleasure reached its peak.
His shaft twitched as it pumped his seed into her womb. The woman
arched her back and wailed, and Stephen could feel her tighten
like a fist in her own climax.

Stephen gasped for breath as the woman stopped moving at last.
She hung her head low, her arms trembling. Stephen felt his knees
give out and collapsed onto the rocky floor. The woman made
noises in her throat, then lowered down onto her stomach. He
slipped out of her and dangled between his legs, dripping a
mixture of his seed and her juices onto the rock.

"Wow," Stephen gasped, knowing how inadequate it sounded.

The woman rolled over onto her back and stretched her arms and
legs into the air. She smiled up at him and murmured something in
her foreign tongue that he didn't recognize, but could
understand.

Stephen lay down on her furs like a blanket, and she crawled onto
them beside him. She nestled under his arm, nuzzling his cheek
with her nose, then lay down with a deep sigh. Stephen stared up
at the icicles on the ceiling, dripping now from the growing heat
of the fire and their sweating bodies.

"I don't know how I got here, but I think I like it." Stephen
rolled his head over to look at the woman next to him. "You need
to tell me your name, though."

She blinked at him.

"Stephen. My name is Stephen. What's yours?"

She murmured something, then closed her eyes.

"Okay. I'll call you Amber for now."

A voice burst out of the entrance of the cave, screaming and
hooting with words Stephen couldn't understand. Another figure
charged into the cave, this one bigger with more furs hanging off
the body. The gnarled face peeking out from under a low eyebrow
ridge had to be a male, and it twisted with rage.

The woman Stephen called Amber screamed and tried to run, but got
her feet tangled in her furs. She collapsed, but kept trying to
wriggle deeper into the cave.

As the prehistoric man charged into the cave, he dragged two
others in with him. Both turned out to be women, one with long
red hair and almond eyes, and the other woman with short black
hair and darker skin. The man held them by the arms, even though
they fought to break free.

The man threw both women up against the walls of the cave, then
began yelling at Amber in the primitive tongue. Amber seemed to
be trying to answer, but the pleading quality of her voice and
the rage of the man's voice told him the conversation didn't go
well.

Amber finally pointed at Stephen. The man whipped his head around
to look at him. Stephen realized for the first time that he stood
before them naked, and tried to cover his lap with his hands. The
two other women craned their heads to look at him.

The man's eyes narrowed as his upper lip curled. He snarled
something that Stephen didn't need to translate. It carried the
universal language of jealousy.

"I take it you two know each other." Stephen held up his hands.
"Let me guess. You're saying something along the lines of 'get
away from my woman.' Look, I don't want any trouble."

The man reached down and picked up a rock the size of his head.
He hefted it, then lunged at Stephen with the rock high in the
air. Stephen dodged out of the way as the rock cracked against
the wall. The brute raised the rock with both hands and roared as
he brought it down again.

Stephen leapt aside, but this time the brute managed to hit him
in the thigh. Stephen screamed as his leg exploded in pain. He
collapsed on the floor. The brute loomed over him, swinging the
rock up to bring it down on Stephen's head.

Stephen reached out and grabbed a length of burning wood out of
the bonfire. He swept it at the brute. The prehistoric man
shrieked as he staggered away from the flames. He dropped the
rock, whimpered, then grabbed Amber by the arm. He charged out of
the cave with the naked woman wailing alongside him. The two
women he had dragged in with him shot Stephen a look of fear,
then hurried after their master.

Stephen lay against the wall of the cave, gasping for air to
soothe the throbbing pain. He had felt something with the blonde
woman that he hadn't felt in a very long time. But now the same
helplessness had returned, just like it always did.

Stephen had a fleeting image of Kurt walking by him with a woman
under each arm, laughing, and giving Stephen a look of contempt.

"Not again." Stephen braced his hand against the wall and forced
himself up to his feet.

He limped over to the pile of rocks in the corner. The memory of
some Neanderthal tools he had seen in his textbooks burned
clearly in his mind. Stephen dug through the rocks until he found
another chunk of flint. Stephen rammed the flint up against a
granite rock. As he had hoped, the flint shattered cleanly on one
side, leaving a sharp edge. Stephen banged the flint rock again
and again until it had broken into a sharp point.

Stephen limped over to the fallen shrub again and selected a thin
length of wood, then a thicker one. He used the thinner twig as a
rope to lash the flint rock onto the other.

When he finished, Stephen hefted the weapon like an ax. "That'll
do."

Stephen dragged Amber's furs around his trembling body, then
charged out of the cave.

With the thick layer of snow on the ground, and dragging Amber
alongside him, the brutish man hadn't been able to get very far.
Amber screamed as the cold winds ripped at her naked body. The
two women trailed him a few steps behind. The redhead looked back
at Stephen running along the surface of the snow. Her mouth
opened as if to speak, then clamped shut and broke into a smile.

The crunch of Stephen's feet breaking the ice finally carried
through the howling winds, making the brute stop. He whipped
around. His eyes widened as Stephen rushed at him.

Stephen roared as he plowed into the brute. The two of them hit
the ice, punching through to the soft layer of snow underneath.
The brute slammed his elbow into Stephen's jaw. Stephen whipped
his head back, then the brute landed on top of him. His fingers
raked across Stephen's neck like claws, drawing lines of pain.
Stephen forced his knee up between the two of them and kicked.
The brute flew back to land in a mound of snow.

As the brute struggled to his feet, Stephen rushed at him. The
brute raised its hands, but couldn't stop Stephen from driving
the ax down onto the brute's head. The crack of the brute's skull
echoed off the mountains as the body went limp.

Stephen jumped up to his feet and stood watching the body of his
enemy lie before him. The blood pouring out of the skull melted
snow around it in scarlet pools. Stephen winced as his thigh
responded to the pain he had ignored. He collapsed onto the snow.

He watched as the three women gathered around the prehistoric
man's body. Their noses twitched as they sniffed the corpse.
Amber ran her fingers down the wooden handle of the ax, then
touched the flint blade. She winced and drew her hand back to
stare at the cut oozing blood on her finger.

All three women looked down at Stephen with widening eyes.

Stephen sighed. "I'm sorry I killed your boyfriend. But he had it
coming. If any of you feel like killing me for it, there's
nothing I can do to stop you."

The redhead pushed out her lips, then whispered something to the
other two women. They nodded. All three of them walked towards
Stephen. He shrank back as they reached out for him.

The brunette nudged her hands under his left arm. The redhead
climbed under his right arm. Together, they helped him to his
feet. Amber tore the furs off the prehistoric man's body and
wrapped them around her naked body, then led the way as they
headed back to the cave.

In the hollow of the cave, the two women laid Stephen down on the
ground. The fire still burned in the hollow boulder, and the
three women huddled around it. They grunted to each other,
throwing an occasional glance back at Stephen. Stephen just
closed his eyes and tried to forget the pain.

He awoke at the touch of something brushing across his cheek. He
opened his eyes to see the brunette kneeling over him. Her hands
traced the contours of Stephen's face, running over his chin, his
lips, and his eyebrows. The redheaded woman came over to kneel on
the other side of him and began exploring his scalp with her
fingers. Both of them widened their eyes and cooed under their
breath.

Their furs lay on the other side of the cave, and Stephen could
feast on their naked bodies. The brunette's chest formed two
small cones of flesh, tipped with large brown nipples. The
redhead's large breasts swung with her every movement. Her wide
hips supported a plump pair of buttocks.

Both women reached down at the same time to peel the furs off
Stephen's body. The redhead gasped and jumped back at the sight
of Stephen's naked form, but the brunette only leaned in closer.
She sniffed at his bare stomach. Her nose tickled the hairs
running down to his crotch and she made her way down lower. The
closer she came, the more his flesh hardened until it throbbed in
the air. That shocked him, since he thought he had been spent
after his coupling with Amber before. But the heat of the
redhead's breath on his shaft made it grow.

A growling noise drew his attention to his left. The brunette had
dropped onto all fours with her buttocks facing him, pushed up so
close to his face that he could smell her musk.

The redhead growled now as she hunched over Stephen's body. She
turned herself around until her ample rear hovered over his
pulsing flesh. She spread her legs wide over him. He watched a
thread of her juices trickle down from her heavy thighs onto the
tip of his cock.

Stephen pushed his hips up, driving up into her body. The redhead
moaned as he entered her. She dropped onto him, filling her
emptiness with his shaft, and began to grind her body against
his.

The brunette roared as she turned around and shoved the redhead
off Stephen's lap. His manhood popped out and swung in the air.
Stephen tried to sit up as the two women began tearing at each
other with their nails.

A hand pushed Stephen back onto the floor. It belonged to the
blonde woman who pinned Stephen down with her arms as she crawled
on top of him. She faced away from him, impaled herself on his
shaft, and began to pump it into her.

Stephen looked back to see the fight between the other two women
had changed into something more. They now lay on their backs.
Their legs entwined like scissors, their feet hooked against each
other's backs. Their hips rolled as they ground their crotches
against each other. The two let out squeals at every thrust.

The blonde woman still felt slick from Stephen's last encounter
with her, and her flesh burned even hotter. She shuddered as her
hips moved faster. Stephen sat up, pushing her over until she lay
pinned beneath him on her stomach. He braced his hands on her
buttocks as he drove into her as hard as he could. She screamed
and began to jerk in rhythm. He felt the pulses of her orgasm
embracing his shaft.

Stephen looked over at the two women, still bucking their hips
against each other at a frenzied pace. Their legs wriggled in the
air around each other's heads. The smell of their passion filled
his nose and ignited a fire within him. As they began to thrash
in a mutual orgasm, Stephen reached his own peak. He forced
himself into Amber as deep as he could go. His balls tightened as
they sprayed his seed into her body. Amber moaned harder as he
filled her.

Stephen lay on top of her body, breathing heavily. As the fire of
his passion began to fade, the cold of the cave and the pain of
his injuries returned. He could barely move, not even when the
three women embraced him. Their arms encircled his waist and
chest as they whispered something to him in a language he
couldn't understand.

He allowed them to raise him to his feet, drape the furs around
his body again, and walk out of the cave. The frigid winds made
him stumble, but the strong arms of his women kept him upright.
Stephen kept his head down, content to let the women guide his
steps through the snow and ice.

Shouting broke through his trance. He gathered the strength to
raise his head.

The women carried him to another cave, this one filled with
shadows that moved towards him. As they came into the light,
Stephen saw the faces of men, women, and children, all draped in
ragged furs. Their faces all bore the same heavy eyebrows and
angular teeth. They squinted at Stephen's approach, but did not
move until the blond woman under Stephen let out a cry. At the
sound of her voice, they flooded out of the cave, hooting and
wailing. The women threw their arms around Stephen, their brown
cheeks wet with tears.

At that moment, Stephen knew he had come home.

---

The flap of Stephen's tent opened, causing a beam of the morning
sun to fall onto his face. The warmth awakened him and he sat up
on the layers of mammoth fur that served as his bed. Stephen
shaded his eyes to make out the outline of an old man at the
entrance of his tent. From the hunched shoulders and white beard,
Stephen recognized him as Khamuth, the former chief of the Nuhi
tribe.

"Chief Tigerheart," the old man said in the Nuhi's native tongue.
"We have found something that needs your eyes."

Stephen nodded as he responded in Nuhi. "Of course. I will be
there."

The old man grunted and let the tent's flap drape down again.

Stephen rubbed his eyes and looked down at the three naked women
lying on the fur next to him, the same women he had rescued over
a year ago. With their rescue, Stephen had been accepted into the
tribe, and taken the three women as his wives. The brunette and
redhead now slept with their arms around each other, but the
blond woman smiled up at him.

She spoke to him in the broken English that she had managed to
learn. "You go, Stephen?"

He smiled back and touched her nose with his. "Yes, Dahli. I just
have to go check on something. I'll be right back."

The woman he now knew as Dahli sat up and began to pull her fur
coat around herself. "I go, too."

Stephen shrugged and pulled his fur clothes on as well. When they
had dressed and taken a sip of tea from the pot warming on their
fire, the two of them crawled out of the tent.

The plains of snow gleamed from the sun shining overhead. Stephen
shivered as a blast of cold wind hit him, but the bonfire
rippling in the center of the camp sent waves of heat that eased
the chill. A group of women sat around the fire, cooking mammoth
meat, while men huddled over a boulder, chipping flint to make
knives and spears. The group called out to Stephen as he came
into view, and Stephen waved back. He took Dahli's hand and
walked with her across the camp.

Stephen smiled at the rows of tents that dotted the plains. He
had finally gotten the hang of curing animal hide and stretching
the leather. Many of the tents had just been built in the last
two months, and he could see more being constructed on the camp's
edges.

Much had changed in the Nuhi tribe since Stephen had arrived with
his extensive knowledge of prehistoric technology. Their fire
chased away animals and rival tribes, allowing them to live at
peace. With their stone tools, they had killed enough animals to
sustain them with meat for the rest of the winter, and enough fur
and hide to clothe everyone.

Stephen walked quicker as he came to where the old man Khamath
stood to one side. Other men had gathered in a circle around a
pile of bones, murmuring and grunting to each other.

"What disturbs the Nuhi tribe this morning?" Stephen asked in
their language.

The old man pointed at the bones, addressing him by his tribal
name. "Chief Tigerheart, the elder Nagra found this. We think it
to be a man, but found this in its skull." He held up a sharp
rock tied to a length of wood.

Stephen's heart jumped at the sight of the weapon. "It looks too
crude to be one of ours. I feared the day when other tribes
learned to build stone tools and weapons. We must prepare."

Dahli held out her hand. "No, no. This is your weapon, Chief
Tigerheart. Remember?"

It hit Stephen then in a flash. He recognized the ax as the one
he had made over a year ago, the very first one. The body that
lay before him had to belong to Ramu. Once Stephen had learned
the Nuhi language, he had found out that Ramu had kidnapped Dahli
and the other two women from the Nuhi tribe and held them as his
sexual slaves for months. Only Stephen's rescue had saved them
from being killed.

Stephen chuckled at the bones lying at his feet. "You are right,
Dahli. We have nothing to fear."

He plucked the skull out of the snow and held it to the light.
Animals had picked the bones clean, leaving the skull smooth
except for the hole in its forehead from Stephen's ax.

Stephen blinked and whispered in English, "Wait a minute, I know
this skull."

Dahli frowned up at him. "What you say?"

"This skull. It's the exact same skull I was examining the night
I got transported here. This crack in the forehead is even the
same." Stephen realized the tribe couldn't understand him and
switched back to Nuhi. "This is the magic skull that sent me here
from the Time-To-Come."

The men murmured and bowed their heads.

Khamath reached out and gently took the skull from Stephen's
hands. "The Nuhi will always be grateful for your arrival. We
must preserve the skull for our ancestors."

"No." Stephen took the skull and set it back onto the ground.
"Leave it here. Bury it in the ground as deep as you can, and
mark this spot. Record for our ancestors that no one is to
disturb this skull again, not our children or their children's
children."

"Yes, great one. But may I ask why?"

Stephen took Dahli's hand in his. "Simple, Khamath. Because it
has to be here for me to find it in my own time."

Khamath frowned. "I do not understand, my chief, but I will
obey."

The men began to dig with their spears in the frozen ground as
Stephen headed back to his tent in the camp. As he walked away,
Stephen noticed a glitter in the sky, like gold dust sprinkled on
the horizon. He smiled.

"I'm where I belong," he whispered. "Just took me a while to get
there."

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