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Subject: {ASSM} Alpha Male (2/2, scifi, MF, MFF, FF)
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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 (2/2, scifi, MF, MFF, FF)
by Z-Spot
<zeespot (at) operamail-dot-com>

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 rear hovered over his pulsing flesh. She spread 
her legs wide over him. He watched a thread of her juices trickle down 
from her 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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