Back in Time Ch. 02byMorrigan_©
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Isabel couldn't comprehend how it is possible to be attracted to a cave man but the fact was that he has a certain animal magnetism.
'I'm starting to understand why the modern Europeans have 4 % Neanderthal genes...'
Aside from the more protruded eye bridges and the elongated backwards chin, he could participate in Mister Universe and to win without competition. His features were remarkably human -- high cheeks, straight, maybe slightly longer than usual nose and lips that she expected to see from the cover of the modern day magazine. His eyes were very light blue and he had long reddish-blond eyelashes. Surprisingly but his body wasn't hairy -- except for the slight line of fine reddish-blonde hairs on his pecks he had no hairs on the arms and even the upper half of the stomach that was visible over the trousers was hairless. His skin was very pale and creamy white and like a red-haired he had a few freckles on his nose but only slightly. She guessed that he was probably in his early twenties.
'So much for the ape like, with sloppy nose and missing forehead Neanderthal...The authors of the Neanderthal's skull reconstructions should probably go and shoot themselves', she thought staring at the man. He was throwing from time to time curious stares at her while carefully eating his half of the cherries.
'I'm here -- back in no sure when and where exactly but this is an opportunity to study a culture we obviously have limited knowledge. Some field experience...', with these thoughts she started to point at different objects and to pronounce the names.
He has stopped eating and now was staring at her. She pointed at the cherries, then at the tomatoes and was about to point at the plums when she realized he has never seen such things and can't name them. Changing tactics she touched the grass and named it, then pointed at the sky, the shoes on his feet and at his trousers. During the whole process he was listening and she had the though that he really understands what she is trying to do.
After she finished and looked at him expectantly he put the last pit of the cherries on the napkin and pointed at his trousers, pronouncing one world slowly and clearly.
'Yes! He is intelligent! I knew it!', she was so excited that the first try to communicate was successful.
In the next ten minutes while they were eating the plums and collecting the pits, she learnt the words for trousers, shoes, knife, grass, sky, several flowers and even different plants around them, also for a lot of body parts like arm, finger, hand, leg and head. Her vocabulary was expanding with every minute. Most of the words sounded very melodic and she was getting a touch with the way the Neanderthals think for the world around them.
When they finished eating and she packed everything, Isabel decided to test if he has a name for himself particularly. She touched her chest and pronounced her name:
He mirrored her gesture and said:
She blinked not believing of a name sounding so modern. But then she figured out that with a similar vocal apparatus the Neanderthals was logical to had invented similar names. Except if he was referring to his tribe or maybe this was the word for a male?
She tried again, saying it out loud, "I am Isabel. You are Bren?", making the gestures while talking. He repeated her words and then said something in his language. She realized that he was showing her how it sounded the translation.
'He is more intelligent than the majority of the population on present-day Earth...', she was really surprised.
Their language course was interrupted when he suddenly stood still and his eyes lost focus. He quickly stood up looking around. She followed him and tried to see what has disturbed him. In the near vicinity there was nothing but some distant herds of animals, grass and few creeks. She was about to ask him when he made a whistling sound that resembled the bird chirp.
After a couple of seconds a similar sound sounded from somewhere left of them and then several other men emerged from what she thought to be a sloppy grassy hill. They were about two hundred meters away and she was surprised how he has heard them. But the thoughts of how and why disappeared from her head when she contemplated the idea of more Neanderthals.
They approached remarkably fast for men that looked like the Governor of California in his Conan the Barbarian body form. When they were closer she could see them clearly. Five males, all of them big and muscled like Bren, four of them with different light shades of red hair and one with darker red hair, all of them with light eyes, pale white skins and with a height similar to Bren.
'So he is not some mutant Neanderthal that has suddenly gone tall and handsome for the horror of my Anthropology professors!'
They looked at her and Isabel felt like an alien that has just landed on Earth. They were talking with Bren and she recognized the word 'food'. This took her breath, 'Oh God they are going to eat me!'.
She was on the verge of a heart attack when one the men came closer and touched her hair. She closed her eyes, feeling like she was about to faint when she heard her name. The voice was of Bren and she opened her eyes. He was making gestures with open palms like he was trying to calm her down and the man that had touched her hair had stepped back to the group eyeing her strangely.
She deduced that Bren was trying to sooth her fears and the weird tingling in her head was again buzzing. He took her hand and gently pointed in the direction south tugging her.
'Ok. He wants me to follow him'. As long as they didn't include her in their menu she was in agreement. She made some hesitant steps trying to think no more of the possible company of more than one Neanderthal.
Ten minutes later she was seating profusely. Their walking was more like running and the pack back felt like a stone on her back. She wasn't used to heavy physical pressure -- her day in 21st century was spent mostly in the library or sitting in front of the computer. And she wasn't very keen on going to the gym.
Despite the stress of the fast walking- running she was observing her new buddies.
Bren and the other men acted like a group of humans that were close friends or more like Brothers in Arms. The other men at the same age, and like him wore only trousers and shoes made of animal hide. But while Bren was carrying only a stick with a stone blade and a scabbard, they were heavily armed. Leather belts with scabbards with knives that she couldn't see the blades of, two spears with sharp stone blades, even axes and bows with arrows attached in a belt on their backs. Three of the four men were wearing elaborately made colored leather bands around the left wrists. She guessed this could be a mark of something but she still didn't know the words to ask.
She remembered an article where one of leading anthropologists was arguing that the bone fractures found on bones of the prey and the way the animals were hunted indicated the use of projectile weapons. That was a blasphemy in the scientific society which supported the theory that Cro Magnons invented the axes and the bows making the Giant Leap Forward.
'We have been so wrong...'.
Like Bren they were clean shaven and with almost missing chest hair. Like him their shoulder length hairs were tied backwards and they looked surprisingly clean. They conversed freely and she could see that their teeth were white and healthy.
'What happened with the theory of a stressful upbringing that has destroyed the tooth enamel!? Or maybe we have stumbled on the remains of Neanderthals with such health conditions' Which gave her a lot of food for thinking, 'If someone finds the remains of a human suffering from Dawn Syndrome does that mean that all humans on Earth look like him?!'
But even pondering over the new facts she had discovered could no longer allow her to ignore her fatigue. Bren immediately noticed it and offered making inviting gestures to take her on his back. She was a little stunned but took off the back pack and he gave her to one of the men to carry it and then lifted her on his back. She crossed her legs around his waist and her arms over his neck and felt very well. Touching him in full body contact was like touching a rock but a very warm rock. Holding her legs, he started running followed by his friends.
Isabel was really amazed, 'Even after being hungry, fighting in the marsh with the hyenas, walking for hours and now carrying a 50 kilogram human he still has the stamina to run'.
He didn't look tired at all and from the pace of running she estimated it was about 40 kilometers per hour.
'And another myth debunked. Neanderthals, it was believed couldn't run. Idiotic statement for a top predator that survived for thousands of years in the Ice Age'
Leaning on his warm back Isabel felt very tired and buried her face in his neck. He hadn't even sweated and she smelled his skin -- a slight tint of smoke, some herbs and the unique masculine smell one of her friends had described when she has dated a very handsome guy.
'Is this the smell of attraction?!', she knew that the smell gave indication if the partner was 'suitable' for sex. A part of the human brain could recognize on a subconscious level the basic match. She felt an irresistible appeal to lick his skin and couldn't stop herself. For her horror she found herself sliding her tongue on a particular spot at the base of his neck and enjoying the salty taste.
'What?!' she stopped licking suddenly aware of the tight grip on her legs and that all the other men were staring at her now.
Nobody has stopped the running though. She sensed her cheeks turning red and tried to avoid the stares of the other men.
'What is happening to me?! Acting like I'm about to jump him!'
She was not ashamed of having sex and couldn't comply of a lack of sexual relationships during her student years but this was not her usual behavior. She clenched her teeth trying to suppress the need to lick again and groaned.
Traveling on his back with the rhythmic movements under her made her sleepy despite being turned on. Isabel didn't remember when she had fallen asleep but she suddenly woke up to the smell of roasting meat. The scent was mouthwatering and her stomach began to gurgle. She sat up realizing she is lying on the blanket from her back pack and looked around.
It was a late afternoon and she could see the setting sun. They have obviously stopped at some point and made a camp near a small lake while she had been asleep. They were no longer in the empty grassland with the icebergs in a visible range, but in a hilly plain with mixed forests of coniferous and of trees that looked like oaks. The camp was on a height and she could see the vast numbers of animals grazing around.
Mesmerized she stood up and looked. Giant herds of buffalos, horses, antelopes, various kinds of deer, and some small sized others with as big as an Alaskan Moose; even hairy rhinoceros were lazily walking in the plain.
'A planet full with life so much more fertile and alive than the modern day Earth' the realization made her a little sad of what they have lost because of the civilization.
She could still see the Ice Mountains of the Alps to the East but they didn't appear to be close.
'We should have traveled at least one hundred kilometers!', she turned around and looked at the fire.
A big skinned animal of what looked like a giant deer was roasting on a wooden stick over the glowing fire. One of the men had knelt near the fire working on the hide of the animal for tanning or something like that. He looked at her, pointed to the roasting meat and said in Bren's language "Food".
His voice was a little gruff but not unpleasant. She stepped closer and asked,
"Bren?", hoping that this was really a personal name. He grinned and pointed to the closest trees and the creek glistening behind them and continued working on the hide.
She considered what this could mean and decided to go and check. The grass here was almost knee high which meant the climate was more temperate. Among the trees had oaks and willows that existed only in non arctic environment. Walking through an opening between the trees she noticed the creek was actually a small river with a lot of sun lit stone plates around the coast. The water was slowly running but was very clean.
Walking along the river she spotted almost half a meter long fish that looked like a salmon. And this fish was not alone -- the river was full of them, some even bigger. She was so amazed of the sight that she almost stumbled into the naked body of Bren before she could see it.
He and his buddies were standing all naked and peeing at her like she was some tasty candy coming for dinner.
The first thing Isabel noticed was his penis. He was tick, half aroused and from what she could eye measure at least nine inches long. The pink head was glistening under the setting sun with a slight precum.
Her mental gasp was accompanied by the visible blush on her cheeks and Isabel tried to step back from the penis brushing her thigh. She felt suddenly hot and with humiliation sensed wetness between her legs.
She saw how Bren's nostrils twitched almost immediately when her juices started to run.
'Just how strong is his sent of smell?!', she didn't have time to explore that thought when one of the men -- the one with the darker red hair -- jumped to her and caught her wrists, rubbing his erected cock against her body. She flinched and started to pull off him when Bren pushed aside his hands and shouted something at the man who retorted looking at her and the other men made sounds of agreement.
Bren took her wrist and put his hand on her breasts, saying something in a loud tone that Isabel didn't understood but from the likes of what was transpiring around her even she couldn't stay clueless.
'Is this a claiming?!' Wait.....!!!!!!'.
Bren turned to her and looked her in the eye. Was it her imagination or did he really look apologizing?!
The other men had gone silent. He grasped the neck of her T-shirt and tore it in one single movement uncovering her bra. Looking bewildered at the bra he disposed of it with another single move and then tore her trousers, underpants and made her sit on her tore clothes. He removed her shoes and the socks without destroying them and then released her hair.
During the whole time Isabel was like in trans. She knew that fighting was futile -- she couldn't outrun them and she was not strong enough to fight them.
He put his hands on her shoulders indicating to lie on her back. Isabel complied trying to suppress her fear. Being raped was not how she imagined her field experience in Anthropology.
She expected Bren to force fuck her at the moment her back touched the land but he surprised her as he gently began to lick her nipples. The touch was most unexpected. His tongue was slightly rougher than a human when he brushed her sensitive areas and the arousal that had vanished with the unfolding of the events again started to craw in her.
He traced both nipples till she stared to squirm and moan and then bit her left breast. The bite was not too deep but she knew that his teeth marks will be visible. Strange but the bite didn't make her less aroused and didn't feel as painful as she expected, on a contrary she felt ignited. Between her legs was erupting a volcano and she could no longer hold on.
She pushed him back and in his surprise he rolled off on his back. Feeling bold Isabel straddled his lap and leaned over him.
'When you sin, better to sin completely'
The thought passed in her head just a second before her mouth descended on Bren's lips and she locked them in a passionate kiss.