The Huntress Leader is a position of seniority to the band. Huntresses who volunteer before the enclave can create bands.
Caris is the Huntress Leader. If ranked by ability, Caris would in other groups be a distant third or a solid fifth in the twelve person bands Huntresses that usually range around in. Caris didn't want to follow older girls and get her ass kicked around until she had her own team, so she made her own. Caris led the band by force of personality. Everyone around her was raised with her. She had been bossing and manipulating her teammates since they were all children. The four women were all only twenty summers old. The group was the smallest and weakest band in their enclave.
Ignorant of their failings, the band plodded along doing whatever Caris came up with. Then Kaarthen came along after just finishing labor a few days prior. She had been lying around the enclave meditating for two months in preparation for her pregnancy and was barely recovered. Caris knew she was for some reason desperately looking to get back out and didn't care about seniority despite her well-documented 5 years. Caris was okay with it. It simply became another rule she could forget as Huntress Leader.
Caris shirked the usual practices of Huntress Leader by keeping the others in a close enough formation to be heard and be seen by the others when they were stopped or moving. The tightened formation limited their awareness since one person can hear better when they are moving alone. She could communicate better with the tighter formation and felt in control.
To her weak side was Kassin, an Amazon with long hair more black than grey that hung to her lower back. She also had the usual pale colorless skin. Taller then most men at more than six and a half feet, slender, and deceptively fragile looking, her breasts were cones that were very undersized to the rest of her frame. Kassin was quiet, and very introspective. Caris knew she was very sensitive about her lack of feminine features.
Caris had really pushed her when it came time, to not become a priestess. She was too good with a blade, spear, and could run fast as the wind. Kassin was the best fighter in the group.
To Caris' rear was Kassin's lover Ailli.
She was equally quiet and dark the two had been together since the girls had been allowed to cleanse within the purified waters of the Dark Mother's temple. Caris was the one who found the two kissing one day when the priestesses were teaching the importance of cleanliness and bathing.
To anyone who had not seen them grow up you would swear they were sisters, twins even.
Ailli's only differences were larger hips and thicker thighs, and she didn't have Kassin's aloofness but stood slightly hunched and was always fidgety and nervous. She had never learned anything well from training and always seemed to have two left feet. Ailli was also nowhere near as good at hunting or fighting as Kassin in fact, Caris had tried to see her go.
To Caris' strong side was Vellina.
She was a shorter than everyone by more than a head, if she were any shorter they could call her stout. Vellina's hair was also grayish blonde instead of the gray and black streaks of most Amazons. She had blonde hair on her forearms and had a short soft layer everywhere else of clear blondish white hair instead of being completely hairless below the neck as was usual. Her fingers, forearms, and lower legs were shortened by comparison to the other women. Vellina had natural strength at the expense of speed, agility, and endurance. Her form was also the most full figured of the band. She was the last to grow and the first to stop when they were kids. She had very wide child bearing hips, and large swaying round melon sized bosoms and a large doubly bubbly round ass whose crack was covered only partially by her loincloth. She wore a purple homespun blouse tied off under the leather mantle with her quiver and bow.
Most in the enclave thought Vellina couldn't do anything well. None of the other huntresses expected much from Vellina despite her strength, her body was much too round for good fighting. But, it wasn't true Vellina was actually quite strong and good with her tongue, hurling insults that made priestesses scream when they were children, or using her slick silver tongue to get out from under the crotch of the older girls who always singled her out and demanded 'licks from the cow'. Caris defended Vellina, but was not a friend. She too demanded licks when the urges came.
Caris had hair that nearly completely grey her eyes were a mischievous light green. Her breasts were only a little smaller than Vellina's. She was a full six feet tall. She had a voluptuous proportional body not slender as Kassin or padded like Vellina. She was muscular on her upper body her breasts were very rounded long teardrops. Her ass was nicely swelled with two rounded cheeks. she also wore a skirt that was given as a 'gift' when she was younger, it had two stiff thick leather panels that went less then mid thigh linking the top corners were bronze and iron hoops 'donated' from the blacksmiths as she grew. One hoop was large enough to holster her blade despite looking stupid and cutting her when she ran. She also wore a circular leather mantle on her shoulders and a quiver of arrows.
Vellina and Caris were the only ones to have captured men. Caris remembered the event as painful and rushed. Vellina who heard sharing the potion given to men to make them hard ensured a good time. She barely remembered the night but got hot and wet from the blurred images she partially remembered.
Caris led her Huntresses back from the hunt. They had found only little prey animals forcing the group to attack a boisterous group of monkeys to steal a goat carcass. They wanted all to rest after two hard days of hunting. Caris knew they had to keep moving if the wanted to get anything better. She hoped Kaarthen was better or at least would quit trying to tell her what to do.
Despite the fact she was 5 years younger, she didn't need someone whose group forgotten about her to try telling her things. Despite how good a Huntress and tracker the old hag was Caris liked things just fine.
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Kaarthen was now beyond sore. The man had bound her mouth with her loincloth to stop the moaning when she awoke. Her bindings for her legs had been left untied after the first day. He had used her roughly the whole day. He would idly suckle from her breasts; he would also use his fingers on her by rubbing her body, not trying to make her happy but simply content to rub her because he could.
By the evening of what she figured to be the second day, he offered to retie her arms comfortably and used her leather loincloth to tightly wrap her arms from wrist to elbow before tying it off.
He then fucked her roughly after discovering her body still quite wet. He took her from behind and when she immediately tried to lay flat he followed her down to the ground on her back then forced her right knee out to the side. He then got between her legs and thrust his cock hard into her. He thrust deep, putting all the power of his legs into it. His hands came around to the front to her breasts as he nibbled her neck and ears with surprisingly sharp teeth. Her body gave in to the orgasm that it had wanted all day since he had crawled all over her body rubbing her and drinking her milk.
