Primitive Man

The pitter-patter of raindrops echoed through the cave entrance, announcing the return of the downpour. Garnt gazed out into the misty landscape, his family huddled close beside him, seeking protection from the cold and wet.

With a determined expression, he turned back towards the cave's interior, a glint of worry in his eyes.

"Looks like we're in for quite a storm," he said, his voice tinged with a mix of excitement and concern.

Gundo wrapped in a thick blanket of animal fur, nodded in agreement. "Indeed. But at least we have this cave for shelter. Last time, we got sick and almost died."

The twins Unami and Baktou, sat close to the crackling bonfire Garnt had skillfully ignited earlier. The flames danced and swayed, casting a warm glow that illuminated their cave.

As the rain intensified outside, all of the kids started to freak out but with Ayra and Garnt's warmth, they quickly calmed down.

"I'm cold, brother," young Kara complained, rubbing her arms to generate warmth.

Garnt smiled and drew her in closer. "Don't worry, Kara. We'll warm up soon. Just wait and see.

You can come close to me,"

Baktou, the male of the twins, stared intently at the fire, his eyes reflecting the flickering flames trying to show his fearlessness, but deep inside he was scared about the thundering and it was rather apparent for Garnt, so he took care of him too.

After a few minutes, the aroma of roasting meat began to fill the air, making their mouths water in anticipation. Garnt had caught a few meat before the rain had come pouring down, and he had seasoned them to perfection with the seasoning pack he bought from the system.

It had a small amount of salt, pepper, chilli and several other condiments, just enough to season one serving, but if Garnt wants them in bulks, he would have to farm them with physical works, instead of just buying them using points, since it would be a great waste to spend the hard-earned point on something you can farm.

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Ayra leaned in, her eyes fixed on the meat sizzling over the fire. "It smells delicious, Garnt."

Garnt grinned proudly. "It'll be ready soon. Just a little while longer."

The rain beat against the cave entrance, creating a comforting rhythm that seemed to harmonize with the smell of meat, but from the corner of his eyes, Garnt managed to see Ganna sitting in the corner of the cave with her body almost shivering from the cold.

"Woman, what are you doing? Come here. If you want to die, die a meaningful death. Don't die like this.

You can eat with us for now," Ayra was dissatisfied with Garnt showing any kindness to her. However, at the same time, she knew that's exactly why she liked Garnt and couldn't even object to his words.

Ganna was hesitant at first, but then she obeyed Garnt's words and came into the range of the bonfire and started to enjoy the food almost on the verge of crying and looking at Garnt.

'Why? Why does he care for me? He could easily throw out a useless woman like me,'

She was confused, but at the same time, she started to see Garnt in a new light and seeing everyone relying on him, she understood that he was special.

After everyone finished eating, one by one, the members of the group found their spots around the cave, arranging themselves for sleep. Garnt's leadership and Ayra's vigilant watch had given them a sense of security that was hard to find in the unforgiving wilderness.

Ganna also nestled herself closer to the fire, the heat gradually easing the cold that had seeped into her bones. She watched as the others settled down, each with their own unique expressions of exhaustion and guilt.

"Garnt, I will keep the watch, you can go to sleep," Ayra said and got up from her position, while Garnt nodded his head showing his approval.

"I will take over after a few hours, so wake me up," Garnt said and went back to his animal fur bed.

Ayra positioned herself at the cave entrance, her silhouette framed by the rain-soaked night. She was a sentinel, a guardian watching over her companions as they rested.

Garnt lay down beside his mother, her protective arm draped over him. The bond between them was palpable and the other kids were also sleeping next to each other.

For a few minutes, things went as usual and Garnt was supposed to be deep in his sleep, but he suddenly felt his mother's soft breast pressing against his back and the sensation of the nipples was something he didn't expect.

He had slept with her countless times, but this was truly the first time he felt something strange happening within him.

"What... is this?" Feeling a little uncomfortable, Garnt looked at his own bottom part only to see a huge tent forming in his loincloth.

Eva was witnessing the scenery without anything missing and she felt that her intervention in these small matters was not necessary. So she stayed quiet.

Even after a few minutes of trying, Garnt didn't manage to calm down his raging boner so he decided to quickly masturbate like he did before, since it was the same sensation he felt the other day.

"I can't sleep like this, but I can't do it here, I will quickly run back and do the job," He sat on the animal fur bed, and tried to get up carefully, but then he suddenly felt a cold hand on his shoulder.

Suddenly jerking out of the shock, Garnt looked at the person behind him only to see Ayra looking at him with a confused look. Lowering her tone so others wouldn't wake up, she suddenly looked at him and questioned. "What's wrong? Can't sleep?

I can keep looking out if you want,"

Garnt didn't turn to her side since he didn't want Ayra to see his raging boner, but he also couldn't neglect his job and burden her anymore.

"I'm fine. Aunt, you can go, I will keep the guard," Garnt said, but Ayra noticed something was wrong with him, so she quickly took a peek knowing he wouldn't tell anything, only to see what was happening and a huge grin came to her face.

She didn't have enough sexual knowledge to know why and how Garnt got a boner, but seeing it she felt happy since that meant they could create more offspring and for the primitive people, they valued this more than sexual pleasure, at least until now.

'I must do something, but what should I do?'

She thought, her mind wandering to find a solution. But then Garnt knew he was being caught, and as he had modern knowledge of shame, he tried to conceal his embarrassment by covering it.