The age of stone

[rolia3]

Two young, cautious and silent, went up the valley to the desperate search for game.
The heat and drought had pushed the animals to the north, forcing them to leave the territory of the tribe to pursue them.
Their bodies, practically naked, were tonic and muscular, their skin tanned, their hair black and curly.
Both did not reach twenty years.

He wore only a thin belt of leather around the hips in which a stone ax was stuck, she did not even have that but wore a short pointed javelin.
As she moved forward, swinging her thin spear, her long hair fell over her breast to partially cover her exceptionally prosperous and firm breasts.

Suddenly a hare crossed the clearing. The girl threw the spear lightning and stabbed her in the side. The animal spilled on the ground, showing that an arrow had pierced his throat on the other side.

From a thick bush came an equally young boy, blond and muscular, with a rosy complexion.
He too was naked and held a bow.
A few steps from him emerged from the foliage an equally muscular girl with red hair and freckled skin dressed only in a leather string holding a sharp flint knife. Slightly shorter than the boy, like the brunette she had two big breasts.
They were also hungry and claimed the same prey.

The girls were the first to hurl each other, the young looked at them for a moment then rushed in turn.
The four naked bodies rolled around each other in the grass.
Grunts and moans resounded in the clearing.

The fight was short but ferocious: after an exchange of scratches and bites the redhead managed to grab his weapon and stuck it in the left tit of his rival piercing it from side to side. The sharp stone cut it open in two. The brunette turned on her back and began to struggle desperately tightening her torn breasts.
His desperate cries distracted the blond who defended himself using the bow like a stick, and this was fatal: the enemy stuck his ax into his belly and he fell down, writhing in agony.

The adrenaline and the thrill of victory had aroused in the other an uncontrollable sexual desire.
He took the balls of his rival, with a precise shot of accepting cut them off and stared at the red in a tacit, clear message.
She looked at her powerful erection and stabbed her rival in her cunt by planting the flint to pierce her womb. This arched into a spasm with an inhuman scream.
He took out the weapon and a stream of blood came out of the vulva, the brunette began to tremble convulsively.

The young man knocked over the scrotum, the Viking's testicles rolled into the grass. He showed the girl the empty bag.
In response, she grabbed the rival's thick pubic hair, sliced the meat all around, then tugged her crotch and raised the hairy triangle.

They were no longer enemies but only a male and a female.
They threw themselves into each other's arms, abandoning themselves to an animal embrace.
After the fuck they roasted the small prey and resumed having sex all night long indifferent to the fate of the respective companions who were twisting screaming next to them extinguishing themselves amid unspeakable suffering.
In the morning the losers lay dead in lakes of blood and the victors left embraced, leaving their bodies fed to the beasts. The trophies of that battle hung from their belts.

[Ted Mark]

You know, this MUST have happened... just the way I imagingined it while reading it!