The Caveman's Reluctant Bride (Historical Erotica) by Leigh Vivian

Author:Leigh, Vivian [Leigh, Vivian]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Vivian Leigh
Published: 2014-05-15T16:00:00+00:00

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“Do I have to?” Chira asked her mother.

“It is decided child.” Chira’s mother worked a row of blue orchids into her hair.

Six days had passed since Thorg and the other villagers had left. Six miserable days. Sango had made a habit of turning up periodically, not ever to talk to her, just to watch her. To ogle her, really.

“But Mother, he’s a brute. Isn’t there anyone else in the village you could match me with?”

“Match you with him?” Her mother shook her head. “That is not yet decided. You must go eat with Sango and Shamus, that they can decide whether you are a proper match.”

“But the village mothers...”

Chira’s mother shook her head. “The mothers have input, Chira, but no more than that. The chief makes the final decisions, and if he chooses to unite you with Sango, it is to strengthen the tribe. This is no time for discord, not with the people still grumbling about the choosing of the stones.”

“Who’s grumbling, mother? Shamus sent away all those that would stand against him.”

Her mother clucked her tongue. “Speak not of such things, child. They are not for one your age.”

An hour later Chira found herself sitting outside Shamus’ hut. It was the same mud and stick and hide construction as Chira’s family’s hut, but with finer hides and fresher mud. The chief sat on one side of her, Sango on the other. Chira picked at her meat, nibbling at the parts that were actually cooked.

Shamus and Sango ate with abandon, grease covering their fingers, and bits of meat sticking in the beards. They weren’t picky eaters, either. Parts of the tree mouse were hardly cooked, but they stuffed them down like they were sweet berries. Shamus’ wife had died in childbirth two years past, and it was painfully obvious that both the chief and his brother had reverted to utter savagery.

“How long since your moon blood came in, child?” Shamus asked.

Chira nearly choked. “What?”

“How long have you been a woman? You have hair between your legs, aye?”

“Y-yes.” She couldn’t believe he was asking such questions.

“Don’t look so surprised, girl.” Shamus plucked a bit of meat from a bone. “I haven’t had a wife in many moons, and I don’t broker in the gossip of the village mothers.”

“I am a woman,” Chira said through gritted teeth. “If that’s what you wanted to know.”

“You look like a woman,” Sango said, leering at her chest.

Chira turned away from him, but Shamus looked upon her with eyes no less greedy.

“You’ll do then,” Shamus said. “Well chosen, Sango.”

The last bits of meat slipped from Chira’s hands. Her heart sank with them, and she wished she’d just run past Sango the night she’d snuck out of the house.

Shamus laughed at her discomfort. “She’ll make a fine bride. Probably not much of a mother, but a fine bed warmer, at least for a season or two.”

Sango chuckled with his brother, his eyes never leaving Chira. Maybe a six day head start wasn’t too much, Chira decided. She could take a knife and a spear and some meat.

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