25 Camara's Training

Another week passed quickly enough, and my little baby Camara was no longer that little.

Standing almost as tall as me, she had reached her early adolescent phase, her muscles developing and her antlers sprouting.

Smiling at her as she timidly stood before me, I ruffled her long dark brown hair, making my daughter press her head further against my hand.

"Come on Camara! We start now!"

Rhefia was standing in the center of the clearing, a long wooden spear in each hand.

Determining that our daughter had reached the right age, Rhefia was going to teach her how to handle weapons, and eventually take her out on a hunt.

Moving to sit on the stairs, I groaned lightly as my back managed to get some relief from the more pronounced bump of our next child.

Tossing Camara a spear, I watched as our timid daughter hesitantly caught it, standing opposite Rhefia.

Draped in a similar vest to her dama, Camara hefted the spear and stared at Rhefia, who dropped into a stance.

Leaning back and enjoying some rest, I watched on as my daughter started attempting to mirror Rhefia, awkwardly lowering herself and spacing her hands out on the spear shaft.

"No no no! Hands further apart, knees bent a little more... Good! Keep that stance!"

Rhefia barked out at out daughter, making her flinch.

Frowning slightly, I wanted to rebuke Rhefia, however I knew that all that would do would be stinting our daughters growth.

Of course, after this first training session, if Camara didn't want to continue on, then she wouldn't; she was not going to be forced into something she didn't want to do.

So, I continued to watch as Rhefia demonstrated various strikes with a spear, having Camara replicate them.

Attempting to commit them to memory, I intently observed the two Deerkin as they practiced more spear techniques.

Every move was a mixture of stretching ones body as far as possible as well as using specific muscles to get as much power from each strike as you could.

It looked uncomplicated, but considering how Camara struggled slightly with the coordination...

Well, I don't know if I'd be able to do this if I didn't have a system to give me skills...

Minutes passed in a flash, and my daughter was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, her chocolate skin glistening in the afternoon light.

Getting up, I entered the house and started to prepare something quick and light for them to eat; going with a bowl of pre-smoked meat and greens, I made a salad before heading back outside, the two bowls and two small cups in my hands.

Setting the bowls on the stairs, I filled the cups with water from the pond before waiting for them to finish up.

"Alright! Good job, Camara!"

Panting, Camara nodded before gulping, stuttering "T-Thank you... dama..."

Staggering over to the stairs, Camara groaned as she sat down, her body likely aching.

Rhefia seemed perfectly fine, the only sign of her training being a single bead of sweat that trailed down her cheek.

Leaning over, I gently wiped it from her smooth skin, making her smirk at me before pressing her lips against mine.

Enjoying a deep, passionate kiss, we pulled apart when Camara coughed, her cheeks slightly dark as she stared at us.

Blushing as I realized that I had done that in front of my daughter, I scurried away from Rhefia, much to her disappointment.

As the two ate, I saw Camara frowning slightly, her eyes flickering over to me every once in awhile.

Concerned about her, I asked her "Camara, what's wrong?", making her flinch.

Pursing her lips, she hesitantly asked "M-Mama... c-could I... well, could I have some m-m-milk?"

She stared down at the ground, refusing to look my way after asking that question.

Tilting my head, I stared down at my breast, thinking that she was a tad bit to big to be drinking from the source...

But considering she had been suckling just a few days ago, of course she still desired some.

Getting up, I gently took her cup from her hand, saying "Y-You can't have any from my breast, b-but... I c-could get you a cup..."

Camara seemed equally as embarrassed as me, tentatively nodding before flinching as Rhefia laughed.

"Can I get some too, love? Maybe you can let me drink from-"

Glaring at my wife, I snatched the cup from her hand and let out a huff, entering the house.

Attempting to fill the cups with some milk, I blushed furiously at how obscene it sounded, before shaking my head.

This is for my cute daughter, who stills wants the comfort of her mama's milk!

As for Rhefia...

Well, I don't doubt she'll get her fill later tonight, since my breasts overflowed with milk when Camara stopped suckling...

Once the cups were filled, I cleaned myself off and went back outside, handing them the cups with flushed cheeks.

The two Deerkin stared at the whitish-yellow liquid, before bringing the cups to their lips.

Rhefia downed the milk in one gulp, a smirk on her face as she stared at my chest with blatant desire.

As for Camara, she sipped on the milk, rationing it out as much as she could.

Not missing the way she brightened after the first sip, I was tempted to let her suckle again...

Seeing her like that made me warm; I liked that my daughter enjoyed my milk, and I wanted to make her as comfortable as possible...

Maybe I was coddling her to much, but...

Well, isn't that what a mother is supposed to do?

Finishing her cup, Camara handed it back to me timidly, her bangs covering her eyes slightly.

Reaching forwards, I brushed her bangs aside, smiling gently at her as I said "Camara dear, you look so beautiful like this; why not keep your bangs parted, hmm?"

Gulping, my daughters muddy crimson eyes flitted about as she timidly nodded, again nuzzling into my hand.

Kissing her brow, I gently pushed her back towards Rhefia, who had an equally gentle smile on her lips.

However, as Camara readied her spear, that smile turned slightly ferocious as she continued drilling our daughter on spear techniques.