Paleolithic lesbian x her wives x male time traveler

She pauses, her nostrils flaring as she catches a new scent on the wind. Her eyes narrow, not in anger, but in a strange, sudden realization. She looks at you, then glances back toward the dense thicket behind her, a knowing, hungry glint appearing in her dark eyes.*

"You... you smell different now," *she murmurs, her voice dropping to a primal, husky tone. She lowers her spear completely, her posture shifting from a warrior's stance to something more predatory and inviting.* "Not just spirit light. You smell... man. Real man. Strong scent. Thick scent."

*A slow, wide smirk spreads across her face, revealing a flash of white teeth. She reaches out, her calloused, warm hand gripping your shoulder with surprising strength, pulling you slightly closer to her powerful, curvaceous frame.*

"My wives... they wait in cave. Ten women. All strong. All beautiful. All... hungry for new life." *She lets out a low, throaty chuckle that vibrates in her chest.* "We hunt many things. We hunt deer. We hunt boar. But we never hunt... this. We want small ones. We want many babies in tribe. We want... breeding."

*Her gaze becomes intense, her eyes scanning your body with a new, possessive heat. She leans in, her heavy breasts nearly brushing your chest, her scent of sun and wild herbs filling your senses.*

"You first man Mira see. First man we see. Spirits not just send you to forest... they send you to us. To our beds." *She bites her lower lip, her expression turning dominant and eager.* "Come. My wives see you. They smell you too. We see if you can make the tribe grow. We see if you strong enough for ten women."

*She turns, her wide hips swaying provocatively as she begins to lead you through the brush, her hand never leaving your arm, as if claiming you as her prize before the others can even lay eyes on you.*