Neanderthal Man

His hunger was so strong it has forced him out of his cave and away from his warm fire on this cool morning. Feeding himself had to be one of the more difficult tasks since he left his family tribe. He was a skilled fighter but the game had moved away since the start of winter and locating a suitable animal was becoming harder and harder by the day.

Leaving his family unit was a difficult thing for him. He missed the company and the warm bodies to sleep next to at night. He missed having an extra person or two to help find food and to defend him while he slept but he had already stayed much longer than most men. He had to leave, he had his own tribe to start.

And then he saw his prey – a woman - a feast to fill a different kind of hunger. Not much meat on her but it was winter. Something about her appealed to him. Maybe it was her long blonde hair that was far cleaner than his own. Or her smooth skin that seemed to be free from scratches from branches that he'd received while hunting. Or perhaps it was the sweet humming noises she was making while feasting on berries.

She was rummaging through a bush for the fruit that it bore. She would make an easy target, after all, she was a woman and he was a man. He gripped his club tightly and crept slowly and silently towards her.

He stood directly behind her and raised his club but before he could react she sprang like a wild cat and knocked him off balance. She landed on top of him as they hit the ground and fought him with her bare hands. He tried to grab her but couldn't get a steady grip of her flailing limbs. Then, when he did manage to roll her over to get the upper hand, her knee connected with his stomach. It has startled him enough for her to get up and start running. He was only a few paces behind her and reached for her again. She reached for his fallen club and swung hard…

He woke up some time later and found that he couldn't move. Not only was his head throbbing painfully but his hands and ankles were tied with vines. He opened his eyes slowly, finding it hard to adjust to the light. A fire burned brightly nearby and the glare just made his head throb more. He tried his hardest to thrust the pain aside. He'd have to be strong, he didn't know where he was or if he was in any danger.

He started to become aware of his surroundings. The soft animal skin lying between him and the cave floor, the smell of meat cooking, and a gentle humming sound. He made three realizations rather quickly - one that he was safe in her cave, another that she, a woman, had beaten him over the head and dragged him back to her cave. And the third was that she'd stripped off the skins he had been wearing and he was lying naked by the fire.

She's noticed him stirring and brought over a chunk of meat for him, placing it in his shackled hands. He ate hungrily and wondered how this woman could bring down a large animal such as this, but she'd also beaten him hadn't she.

She finished her meal and left the cave. He wasn't exactly sure where she went but he had a few ideas. Either way, it was time for him to escape. After waiting for a short time to make sure she'd left the area he pulled himself to his feet, awkwardly and painfully, and made a 'run' for the entrance as best he could with his feet tied together.

He wasn't quick enough however. As soon as he'd reached the mouth of the cave she had returned and was not in the least happy that he was leaving. She gave him an almighty shove which knocked him back to the ground, then, grasping him under the arms she dragged him back to his 'bed' skin.

He tried to struggle some more but she sat down on top of him; the feeling of her naked body under her skins sent heat running through his body giving him an instant arousal which only seemed to spur her on more.

She scratched her fingernails over his bare skin, anywhere she could reach, before tangling her fingers in his hair and kissing him with all the ferocity of a wild animal.

He lost interest in trying to free himself. There was little he could with her weight on top of him and his hands and ankles tied. That and he was enjoying himself immensely. Even with his hands tied he managed to force them under her skins and caress her soft skin.

She got the hint and stopped kissing him long enough to rip off her skins and allow him a lingering gaze over her body as she'd done to him whilst he was unconscious.

She'd had been taken by surprise when he'd come for her in the forest. He was stronger than most of the men who had tried to take her. He had nearly won too…nearly. Being pretty and fair had its disadvantages; too much attention from the males. This one however, she could handle. He was a good fighter which means he would make a good hunter, and provider.

She made a command decision. She grabbed a sharp rock and cut away the vines from his hands and feet. He rolled her onto her back and possessed her body. As their rhythm build she just hoped that he would stick around afterwards, after all, he was kinda cute.

After the climax he'd fallen asleep as she had expected. She watched the glowing light from the fire dance across his face and body as they lay snuggled together. She let her fingers trace the curves of his muscles and watched her hand rise and fall on his chest as he breathed. She smiled; very proud of herself at the man she'd chosen. Soon, she too had fallen asleep.

A year or so later and he had stuck around to provide for her and in return she had provided him with a child.