Free Web NovelChapter 18: Chapter 18: Stripped Bare
Kellar stood by the edge of the rushing stream, testing the bone handle of the ceremonial dagger he had won from the elders. He needed to clear a few stubborn roots blocking the entrance of their rock shelter. He swung the blade intending to just hack through the wood, but his strike went a bit too wide.
The edge of the blade accidentally grazed a solid, gray river boulder right next to the root.
Shhhk.
Kellar stopped, his eyes locking onto the stone. The dagger hadn’t bounced off or chipped. It had sliced cleanly through a chunk of the solid rock as if it were soft lard, leaving a perfectly smooth, glassy cut on the boulder.
Jesus, Kellar thought, a dark smile pulling at his lips. This thing’s sharpness is broken. It doesn’t just reap essence; it tears straight through its density.
"The water is freezing, but it’s clean," Mila called out, wading a few steps into the shallows of the stream to wash the dirt from her face.
The heavy, unrefined deerskin tunic she wore immediately soaked up the freezing water, the thick leather growing heavy, stiff, and uncomfortably molded to her skin. She let out an annoyed groan, grabbing the hem of the tunic. Without a shred of hesitation, she peeled the heavy garment over her head and tossed it onto the dry grass.
In the Fire Bear Tribe, nudity before a hunt or during labor was functional, a common necessity that nobody blinked at. But Kellar wasn’t a primitive caveman.
Mila stood in the sparkling mountain water bare from the waist up. Her breasts were firm, round, and tipped with dark, tight pink nipples that hardened against the crisp mountain air. Down below, she wore nothing but a dangerously thin strip of soft, cured leather—a primitive thong that cut deep between the heavy, smooth cheeks of her round ass.
As she bent over to splash more water onto her chest, her massive, tight buttocks flexed, the leather string disappearing into her wet crack while her heavy tits bounced provocatively with every motion.
Kellar’s gaze locked onto the rhythm of her flesh. A thick, violent throb hammered right between his legs, his eighteen-year-old rod immediately turning into a solid iron bar that strained hard against his leather trousers. The raw, primitive energy of the elixir combined with his youthful stamina made his cock ache with a desperate need to claim her right there on the wet rocks.
Kellar didn’t push his luck just yet. He knew exactly how to play the long game. Smiling he unbuckled his own leather belt and stripped off his heavy tunic, stepping into the shallow stream right beside her.
"We need to find a way to store water," Kellar said, his voice professional as he looked downstream. "If we have to track a beast deeper into the woods later, we can’t afford to keep running back to this exact spot. Carrying a small reserve is basic logistics."
As he spoke, he unlaced his leather trousers and kicked them onto the grass, stepping naked into the clear water.
His monstrous, rock-hard cock bounced heavily against his thigh, fully erect and glistening in the afternoon sun. Mila had grown up around naked hunters and her own father after long tracking expeditions, so the male anatomy was nothing new to her. But when her eyes accidentally drifted down to Kellar’s groin, her breath hitched in her throat.
She couldn’t look away. It wasn’t just long; it was monstrously thick, with heavy, pulsating veins wrapping around a massive, dark purple head that looked wide enough to tear a girl apart.
How can a man have something that massive between his legs? Mila thought, her primitive heart hammering against her ribs as her throat went dry. My mother told me that a woman has to take that entire thing inside her womb to bear a hunter’s seed... Can a maiden’s body even stretch enough to hold a weapon of that size?
Kellar caught the desperate, wide-eyed stare out of the corner of his eye, his smirk widening. He knew exactly what was happening inside her head. A young woman’s curiosity was a powerful, addictive force. Once a girl started visualizing a massive cock stretching her wide open, it was only a matter of time before she begged to experience the real thing.
Kellar stepped out of the water, letting the cool breeze dry his skin as he bent down near a pile of flint rocks by the shore. He picked up a smooth stone, his mind mapping out the pressure flaking angles he had just unlocked from the system.
He glanced back at Mila, who was still standing frozen in the shallow water, her eyes glued to his heavy, twitching rod.
"Do you want my spear?" Kellar asked, his tone entirely serious.
Mila snapped out of her trance, her face turning bright red as she stuttered, "W-What...?! Your... your what?!"
"My spear," Kellar repeated with a deadpan expression, lifting a sharp piece of stone he had just flaked. "I asked if you wanted my spear tip. I can attach a flint edge to your wooden shaft so you can actually pierce a beast’s hide out there."
Mila stood frozen, her heart thumping against her ribs as she realized she had exposed her own dirty thoughts.
"I... I misheard," she muttered under her breath, her voice dropping into a shy, flustered whisper as she looked down at the wet grass. "Yes... I want it, Kellar. Fix my spear."
She didn’t dare look back down at his crotch, but her breathing remained shallow and heavy. Kellar simply smirked, knowing the psychological trap had snapped perfectly shut around her.
