I woke up before everyone else. The feeling of people in my hut was alien and strange. I had taken the hut in a challenge to another warrior twelve moons ago and had gotten used to living on my own and no longer with my mother. I scented the air and smelled the combined smell of the four of us. I needed to make sure they all were bathed in my scent now that they were cimed by me.

  I looked first at how dirty Aphiwe was. Her cheeks smeared with old blood from her meals and dirt from sleeping on the ground. Deciding I would kill two birds with one stone I started to bathe the child in the way of the Hyenafolk. Licking the dirt and blood off her face. She started to giggle at the attention but was still half asleep. When she was done she turned to nuzzle into my bosom. I rubbed our cheeks together marking her gently. All clean I slipped away from Aphiwe.

  “You have cared for another +1XP”

  Walking over to the other two I woke up Melokuhle first. She stirred and looked up at me with a mix of fear and acceptance. Standing up she stepped up to me looking at the hut around her. She kept her eyes down, not challenging me and my dominance. I put my hands on her cheeks and brought her closer to me. I took deep sniffs of her hair and twisted her face around. She smelled too much of her own musk.

  “Go to the water. Wash all your scent away. I have cimed you as one of my harem. Do you dispute this cim?” I growled the st sentence to see if she would challenge me once more.

  She shook her head, I didn’t let go of her face and instead brought my lips closer to her. Doing something completely alien to me I kissed the bruise on her face gently. Melokuhle turned as I continued kissing along her cheek wherever there was a bruise. She turned her lips to me gently and our lips met.

  I didn’t invade her mouth like I had the night before. I kept my lips soft and gentle with a tenderness I had never tried to show. Dozens of memories of us as girls running and competing filled me. A lifetime of friendship I had never taken the time to think about fshing through my mind. Wrapping my arms around her I pulled her to my chest. Our breasts rubbed against one another as she melted against my chest. Melokuhle groaned at the touch, I didn’t know though if it was just to please me. I let my grip on her soften as I felt my arousal and need begin to rise.

  Melokuhle looked at me confused by my soft treatment of her. “I… I didn’t think it would be like this.” Her voice trembled as whatever she was thinking raced through her mind.

  I didn’t want to expin myself as I pushed her gently away from me. “Go, wash clean so I can scent you.”

  Her eyes finally looked at my eyes dancing from one to the other as I let her stare at me. “Yes, mistress.” She slid away from me slowly and cautiously as if waiting for me to spring on top of her and repeat the night before. Finally she turned to walk away. I found myself staring at her scratched damaged back from the fight. The urge to take her once more flooded my system but I quelled its fire thinking about Hathor. I waited for a pause to see if I would be rewarded for my tenderness.

  “You have shown compassion. Hathor is pleased +1XP.”

  Confused and worried I didn’t have it in me to be as kind to the male. I shook him with my foot, roughly and quickly. His eyes snapped open as he scrambled to react. I stopped his movements with a simple press down.

  His eyes gnced up at me and then back down to my leg as he stilled at my silent command. His whimpering filled the room as he waited for whatever I was going to do with him. No doubt thoughts of my rough treatment from the night before filled his mind for he flooded my room with the stink of fear.

  “Follow,” I demanded as I lifted my foot and walked towards the exit of the hut. I could hear him scramble along after me, his nervous giggling filling the air as I guided him away from camp. Every step away from it all caused his fear to grow. Far enough away I stopped and turned towards the male. He shrunk away from my gaze.

  “M-m-mistress,” He whimpered as he sank to the ground hiding from me. I could see the dozens of bruises I had inflicted on him st night begin to show. “H-how may I s-s-serve?”

  He would not get the gentle scenting I would show to a female. Instead I slid my cock out and began to piss on him. “You are mine now. To be in my harem, you will listen and obey. Otherwise I will kill you.”

  He y still as I sprayed him with my urine coating the fur on his back. Soon he reeked of my scent and piss. The entire time he stayed still and accepted the treatment as if he expected it. “T-t-thank you m-mistress,” He croaked out when I finished. “I-I-I am yours.”

  I tucked my cock away and stared down at him. “When you stop reeking of piss and only have my scent, will you be allowed to come back to me. When you do you will find me and kneel at my feet. That is your pce now, at my feet.” I stepped in front of his face as he kept his face down. “Kiss where you belong.”

  He lowered his head and softly kissed the top of my feet. The scent of fear weakened as he knew that I had cimed him. His life would be better than it was before, as long as he pleased me and my harem. I pulled my foot away and watched as he slunk off to dry and complete his marking.

  “You have displeased Hathor -1XP”

  I scoffed, showing kindness and compassion to a male led them to be rebellious and push for things they didn’t deserve. Though this might be a way for me to find some guidance in how to earn the experience I deserved.

  I headed back to the hut to wake up Aphiwe. It was time for me to start her training. She would have a lot to learn being an abandoned child surviving off of scraps this whole time. She was awake and disoriented when I reentered the tent. Her eyes fell on me as she sniffed the air. The memories of the night before coming back to her slowly. Waking up she scrambled to her knees on my bed and bowed at the waist to show reverence.

  I smiled at her, at least she had manners. I approached her and pat her head gently. “First we eat. Then today you will learn how to train. Do you understand?”

  “Yes… mother?” Aphiwe asked the question a pregnant pause of curiosity.

  “You may call me sister. I did not birth you.” I cupped her under the armpits and pulled her into standing. Her almost naked form was small and weak. I could count her ribs with how underfed she was. Though her face was clean her torso was caked in dirt. “Stay still,” To make it a quicker process I grabbed my water jug and a cloth. Wetting it I started to wipe her down scrubbing the dirt off her skin. Soon though she was covered in gooseflesh from the cooling water. I grabbed an ancient waist wrap and repced the rags she had on.

  I sniffed her again worrying I had washed off all of my scent from her. Just to be safe I rubbed cheeks with her. She giggled once again, “Is this what moms do?”

  “It was what mine did. I was only allowed to smell of her. Now, you are only to smell of me.” I put her down on the ground and seized one of her hands. I went to the meat pits once more. The smell of the orgy was being dispersed by the wind as everyone still rested from the intense night dedicated to Montu.

  The smell of roasting meat filled the air as we approached and my ear twitched at the sound of Aphiwe’s stomach growling. I thanked the gods that she was not in need of a breast, I could not produce the mother’s milk. I pushed our way through the throng of lesser members of the cn dragging Aphiwe behind me. I parted them like water before me as I pushed to the front of the line. My mother and I were the rgest of the cn and given the respect that earned.

  Arriving at the meat I cut a whole haunch of the beast free and took it with me to the table for warriors. With one arm I pulled Aphiwe up and onto the table sitting her down in front of me. I lifted her arms and spoke to her, “You are too thin, you are to eat your fill. As much as you can.” I pushed the meat to her mouth holding it steady while she greedily bit into the meat I had procured. After she tore a mouthful I took my own bite watching with fascination as the child ate with a ravenous fervor.

  Slowly we devoured the meat together and I looked at her soaked with blood along her lips and nose. I could feel my own face coated, not knowing exactly what I should do I demonstrated to her how to clean her own face. Wiping and licking ourselves clean. I gripped the bone, “Inside the bone is the best of meals.” With a twist I snapped it in two and handed Aphiwe half. “You suck out the marrow. Like this,” I demonstrated and encouraged the struggling girl.

  As she finished she let out a mighty belch and giggled nervously. I looked aside and tossed what was left of the bone and the meat on it to the males nearby. I motioned for Aphiwe to copy it. She was reluctant to toss away something she probably cherished eating and gnawing at just a day before.

  I went over in my mind all the things that my mother had done with me when I could remember and my reverie was interrupted by Melokuhle coming up to me. She smelled of nothing now and dripped some water from her hair. “I’ve returned mistress.” She kept her eyes pstered to my chest as I approached her. I took her hand and brought her before Aphiwe.

  “When you are big and strong and accepted as a warrior you will be allowed to cim mates. Though you need a male you will also need other females. So they will be able to get things that males cannot. When you cim others though you must share a scent. That is why I made you smell like me.” I turned pulling Melokuhle to me and rubbed my cheek into hers ignoring the hiss of pain as I pressed against her bruise. I pulled her close to my chest and pulled her hands into my armpits. She knew what to do and started to smear herself across her chest and into her own pits.

  Melokuhle paused after, unsure of what to do. My own mind ran about what I could command her to do. I looked her up and down while I thought. “Eat, when you are full you will fetch water and dried meat. When I go to meet with Queen Ade you will watch Aphiwe. The male I have cimed should return by then.”

  She nodded at me and then stepped closer. Nearly silently she spoke, “Would you kiss me again?”

  I looked around at everyone else, the area only had worthless begging males waiting for others to toss them scraps. I picked up Melokuhle’s chin and tenderly kissed her, this time though was deeper showing a hint of my need. She melted against me as her hands braced against my chest. After a moment I pushed her away.

  She stepped back looking down at her feet before shuffling off. I turned to Aphiwe as she watched with eyes wide. “Is that how you kiss? Most kisses I see are different.”

  Sighing I didn’t want to expin what the difference was. “Don’t think about it. You won’t have to worry about kissing for a while.” I grabbed the girl once more, pulled her off the table and grabbed her hand. “Have you ever used a spear?”

  “No,” Aphiwe looked up at me. “Will you show me?”

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