Warning: The following chapter include Sexual content.

Thanks to elven_prophecy for her extensive editing.

Two Nak'Stra had passed since N'vara had arrived on the planet. She was no longer a terrified woman, she still couldn't remember her name or her true origin, but Roarr had given a new meaning to her life. She could now track, stalk and kill most of the creatures in the hunting ground, except those predators in the jungle. She could craft crude weapons and make a type of stew but there was still much to learn.

From what she had learned from the past lunar cycles, Roarr was apparently a high-ranking warrior, he could take certain liberties. It seemed to her the Old warrior was bored and teaching one of those little Nara the ways of the hunters was an interesting challenge. It was not easy and he was unforgiving. She understood that by passing the initiation trial, she could travel out of this world and possibly back to her own so she accepted.

N'vara layed on her bed, sweating by every pore of her body even though the night air was cool. The multi-colored blankets and sheets didn't help either in keeping her fresh, despite her not using them. The heat, even in the long nights, was unbearable for her but if she dared to sleep outside, bloodsucking insects as big as dragonflies would drain her blood in less than an hour. She resigned herself, and with a deep sigh, eventually fell asleep.

- o -

She was by a river bank, following a trail left by a deer. The tracks were freshly cast on the murky shore; she noticed the berry-sized droppings ahead and smooshed one in her hand, it was soft. She did not know how long she followed after the animal, moving silently in the brush. Deer were notoriously skittish, and spooked easily. If she wanted to eat tonight, she had to make no noise. Her belly rumbled just as she finally spotted a large buck up ahead, her prey, grazing on the tall grass.

She took a few small, dry leaves and dropped them. "Good, the wind is in my favor" she thought, and then she took some of the dung, mixed it with black mud from the river and smeared it on her face to disguise her odor.

She creeped a little closer, crawling up a rock where she could throw her bone-tipped spear. She had barely scaled the rock when she heard a chirping behind her and turned around very slowly to not alert her prey.

He was there. His brown skin, lithe form, hazel eyes and short black beard had clouded her judgement all season, already she felt her body warming at his presence. She smiled and he smiled back. "Well, I won't have to carry it on my own back to camp."

She came down from the rock to where he was and asked in a low voice: "What are you doing here?"

-"I was looking for stone for my tools," he said, showing her the pieces of flint he had collected, "Manu told me that there was good quality flint by the river, and I saw your footprints... I would recognize those little feet even on solid rock. What are YOU doing here?"

She put a hand over his mouth, suggesting for him to lower his voice, then she motioned with her hand the still oblivious animal, in case he had not seen it, and pointed to his spear. He understood her gestures and he pulled out his bone-tipped weapon and a wooden atlatl.

-"On my mark," she signaled, using her fingers to count, "one… two… three… mark!"

They moved as one, both launching their bone-tipped projectiles at once. Hers hit the buck in the neck and before the deer could sprint, his pierced its heart; it shrieked, a dying sound that echoed in the forest, before it fell over and died. They ran towards their fallen prey.

-"You find it, it's yours," the young man said, "Pick your share."

-"Who told you I want to share?" she joked, "Come… help me."

They dragged the animal back to the riverbank, where they used flint knives to skin and clean the buck, the task took them about an hour and they both ended up covered in blood. Not that they cared much for the stains, but the smell of blood might attract some predators. They were about to wash themselves when the thunder was heard. Cumulonimbus had been accumulating during the day and it seemed that a storm was approaching.

-"Come on," he urged, "We must find shelter quickly!"

-"Can we go back to camp, Yuva?"

-"We're too far," he raised his face to the darkening sky, "we will not make it with the deer, we need to take what we can and move."

They ran for a nearby cliff where at its base there was a cave with a wide entrance, perfect for a temporary shelter. A strong, cold rain began to pelter them just as they reached the vicinity of the cave. The water dripped down their faces and backs, and their clothes were soaked, but at least it had washed the dirt and blood from them. Yuva had been right, they would have never reached the camp in time, and darkness was fast approaching. Her stomach rumbled again as they began preparing for the night, he built a small fire just at the entrance of the cave.

The yellow light from the fire illuminated the travertine walls of the cave, pieces of meat were slowly cooked and smoked on wooden sticks; they ate some to calm their hunger. The last light of day went out moments later, leaving only the glow of lightning as it forked across the thick clouds.

Yuva stood guard at the entrance to the cave, the worst of the storm had passed, but Vasri, Isya's older son was angry, hammering on his war drum could still be heard across the sky. Then, a glare caught his attention and he looked up to the sky. A bright object pierced through the clouds, leaving a streak of white-yellow flames in its wake.

-"Did you see that?!" he exclaimed.

She caught a glimpse of the object before it disappeared behind a nearby mountain.

-"Do you think it was a sign from Isya?" she whispered.

-"Maybe… I don't know," he responded, "I'm just a hunter. Mahmuni is the only one who knows the designs of the Goddess."

-"We could ask him when we're back at the camp," she said, "Maybe she had seen it too. It fell not too far from the camp."

-"Maybe…" Yuva responded, tossing another wood piece to the fire. "It's late. I'll take the first watch, meanwhile you could sleep while the fire dries our clothes."

-"Sure, so you can see me naked. Is that what you want?" She commented with a smile, slapping him on his shoulder.

-"Promise not to…" he smirked, as he removed his shirt made of soft leather stitched together by tendons and bone needle.

She noted Yuva's muscular body, his tribal tattoos, and a scar on his back. A warm sensation ran through her body like lightning, focusing intensely on her loins. She removed her suede robe; Yuva tried to keep his promise but he couldn't. He looked sideways at the half-naked young woman. Her breasts were small and firm, her dark brown dreadlocks fell over them covering the nipples. He smiled to himself.

She was not sleepy. Maybe she could stay with him a while watching the rain. She curled up next to Yuva. Feeling the warmth of the young woman's body behind him, he turned and smiled at her.

-"Grandsire will not be happy with this... Not without waiting for the summer ceremony" Yuva warned her, they had been flirting since spring but sexual relationships for unmarried couples were only allowed during the summer Solstice ceremony which would be in a few days.

-"What Grandsire doesn't know will not hurt him," she said, winking.

She leaned closer to Yuva's body, and kissed him. No more convincing work was needed; Yuva ran his tongue over her body very slowly, starting slowly down her neck, pausing momentarily to play with her small breasts crowned by hard chestnut-colored nipples. She writhed with pleasure when Yuva dipped his fingers under the leather loincloth and massaged the small lump between nether lips. Then they got rid of the rest of their garments.

"By Isya!" Yuva's erect member was just as she had imagined. She wrapped her fingers around its hot length, and stroked it, Yuva grunted and responded by sinking his teeth in the lobe of her ear, just this side of too hard before moaning against her throat.

She wanted him and couldn't wait any longer for the Solstice ceremony. She wasn't a virgin, her initiation into pleasures had been two seasons ago, but she had never been with Yuva.

He spread her legs and slowly thrusted his zakti into her, and she moaned slightly; she moaned slightly in response to the delicious pain the member produced in her wet dnika.

He moved gently first but after a one or two moments of interpreting his companion's moans of pleasure, he squatted her and then mounted her from behind, curling his big body over her back. His fingers dug into her hips, holding her still as he pumped forcefully into her.

She was pleasantly surprised at the young man's stamina, her friends had always laughed and teased at how long their lovers actually endure. Yuva was dedicated to what he was doing without being rude or brutish; he measured each movement and alternated stroking her breasts, her back or her Visve, delaying the final moment.

There was a pressure building in her loins, her mind was lost to the feeling of pleasure. His movements became frantic, his grunts joining with her cries. She felt Yuva's member discharge his essence inside her, overflowing out of her dnika and trickling down her legs. She moaned, the long drawn out sound unmistakable before the young man fell beside her, still shuddering. She kissed him once more and they lay for a moment before falling asleep.

- o -

She woke up covered in a film of cold sweat.

-"Was it just a dream?" she exclaimed, but she immediately hesitated, "Or it wasn't?"

The experience was so vivid that it was more like if she was reliving a past event. "Was it a memory of her past life? What happened to Yuva and the others?" She struggled to remember, but the effort caused her head ache.

And once again, she felt the crushing loneliness, but more acute than ever before. A solitary tear rolled down her cheek as she grasped at the dying vision in her mind.

Who was she...?

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Here it is, I hope you enjoyed this chapter and don't forget to comment. In case you need it, here's a Glossary, because I'm using two different languages here. One for the predators (Yaksa), and one for the Stone age humans (Naras).

Yaksa words:
Nak'Stra - Moon cycle, Month

Nara words:
Manu - Wise (name)
Yuva - Young-man-in-training (name)
Vasri - Thunderbolt, God of rain and thunder
Isya - Moon, Goddess of moon and fertility

Mahmuni - Medicine man/woman, Shaman
zakti - penis
dnika - vagina
visve - clit, pearl