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In The Beginning

By: RomyDelaney



This is the story of how my two characters Mattie and Cerys met. All my stories are about them but all the stories stand on their own.

I felt like I had known Mattie my whole life. She had literally saved my life on many occasions. The spiral of depression and self harm I had slipped into just before I met her were threatening to wipe out my existence. I needed something but I hadn't know what it was until we had met one night in a club. Her club as it turned out. She hadn't quite had the reputation she has now but she was well known as the most sadistic Domme around the City. Her club 'The Bear Pit' was famous for being the best and better regulated and safest s&m club around. The punishment suites were always booked up.

The night that we met, I had been high on something and suicidal. I wanted to find someone in the club to simply beat me to death. I just wanted the pain to take away all my other thoughts. Thoughts about my own shame of being gay of what my parents thought about it. Of how they tried to brain wash me into being straight. I was traumatised. I knew I was but I just wanted someone to come along and take control. I was useless at being in charge of my own life. I was killing myself slowly.

I had wandered into the club looking for someone sadistic to play with me when Mattie had seen me. She came over and spoke to me, sitting down quietly next to me and giving me a drink.

"What do you want?" I said, annoyed at the intrusion. She just held the drink out and said nothing. I was 19 and she looked older than that, possibly 25. She looked hot too. I looked her in the eyes and even then something in her gaze made me look away. I caught a hint of a smile on her lips as I did. I took the drink and downed it. I knew I looked a mess and I was wondering what the hell she was doing even giving me the time of day. I fumbled about my pockets for a cigarette and she lit it for me.

"Look, what do you want?" I asked again.

"Do you think I have to explain myself to you?" I wasn't expecting that reply and it sent shivers down my spine. I looked at her again and she was deadly serious.

"What are you doing in my club? Who are you waiting for?" She asked.

"I don't have to answer you."

"Oh I think you do. I've seen you in here before. You're bad for business. "

"And how do you work that out?" There was a sexual tension between us that I couldn't work out. She was saying one thing but I was feeling something else from her. I swallowed hard as she didn't answer. I took a breath to speak and she got up.

"You can either come with me or leave. I don't want you sitting here waiting for some sadistic bitch to flog you half to death." I looked up at her. She was holding her hand out. I still to this day have no idea why I went with her but I did. I put my hand in her hand and went with her. She took us through a black curtain at the back of the club and down a corridor. The club was really classy. I had expected it to look like some sort of a brothel when I first went there but there was a bar and then through the back were the suites you could hire. Most were kitted out with a cross, chains suspended from the ceiling and a selection of whips, floggers and crops. Anything that went in or up any orifice you had to bring yourself.

I walked along behind her and she took us through the maze of corridors where we heard screams and cries and begging for mercy. My cunt was throbbing at this point just listening to the other people back there. We got to a door that said private and she took me up some steps to a second level and into a dark room. Without turning the light on she closed the door and left us both in the pitch black room. 

"What are you going to do to me?"

"Be quiet." She said quietly and with full authority and expectation that I would obey. I did obey. The other times that a Domme had taken me through to a suite they had just tied me up and flogged or whipped me for a while and then I'd gone home. It had never been enough. Nothing was ever enough. I wanted intense. I wanted body on fire. Words like excruciating; agonising, unbearable were words that I wanted to be using. I stood in the dark while she did whatever she was doing. She seemed to know her way around in the dark. The room was soundproofed. I couldn't hear any of the other people once the door was closed. She came round the back of me and slipped a blindfold over my eyes. I went to touch it and she took it away.

"Hands down or you can just leave." My sassy, fuck the World attitude wanted to tell her where to go but my cunt wanted me to stay so I stayed. I took a deep breath and sighed heavily and she laughed softly.

"Poor baby. Keep still now." I did what she said and she put the blindfold on. She tied it tight.

"What's your name?" She said from somewhere round the back of me. I heard her click the light on but none of it penetrated the blindfold.

"Cerys. What's yours?"

"I'll ask the questions. You need to pick a safeword."

"I don't need a safeword." I said cockily.

"I'm not going any further until you have one." She said firmly. I sighed.

"Giraffe then." I said sarcastically.

"Take this seriously, right now or leave. The beating that you are going to get if you play the game right needs a safe word now pick one." I could tell she was serious. I sighed again.

"Alright, I'll say Mercy."

"You can remember that can you? In the heat of things?"

"I won't need it. There ain't nothing you can do to me that I can't take." I could hear her walking about. She came to the front of me.

"Present your wrists to me willingly and whatever happens after I take them will need your safeword to get out of it. Do you agree that you are willing to give yourself over to me?"

"For what? What are you going to do?"

"That was a yes or no question." None of the other Domme's that I had given myself to had affected me the way she was doing. I felt scared and excited and it felt good.

"Yes, I agree." I said annoyed that she had got to me.

"Hold out your wrists." I did and she slipped leather cuffs on them. I heard a click of a lock on each wrist.

"Stand with your legs apart." I moved them apart and she started undressing me. She had only put the wrist cuffs on and not fastened them together. This made it easier for her to undress me. She did it slowly and silently. I kept my arms raised as she removed my skirt and boots. She took my top off and removed my bra. After she removed my g-string I was butt naked. My mind was racing as she left me standing there. The room smelled of some sort of incense and leather. She came up at the back of me and breathed on my neck.

"Do you think I do this all the time with my customers?" I went to answer and she put her finger to my lips.

"Do you think you're the first or the last in a long line of many? Do you think that anyone else will ever be good enough for you after I've finished with you? What do you think Cerys? Do you think I can make you cum through pain alone?" That question terrified and excited me. Most Domme's I had worked with stopped long before I was ready to cum. I didn't hold out much hope for her. They were only words. 

She reached around my back and put a belt around my waist and fastened it tight and then she clipped my wrists to each side of the belt. There was no way to unfasten them with the way the belt was fastened. She lead me across the room. I felt her putting rope through my arms at the elbow and she pulled tight at one side and then at the other so I was secured by each elbow across the room. The rope rubbed and I knew it would burn if I moved too much.

"This is your last chance to back out before I start. You can obviously get out of it any time after that."

"No. Just do it."

"Just do it?" She sounded displeased. I was really ready for it just then and didn't want her to think about punishing me for being rude.

"Please. Please, I don't want to back out."

"Mattie. My name is Mattie. Don't call me Mistress. You say Yes Mattie."

"Yes Mattie." She struck without warning and I did yell out just from the shock but I soon settled into the familiar thud of the flogger. She began at the back but worked all round my body, kicking my legs apart so she could work on my inner things and even ankles and calves. Without warning she changed to a more stingy whip. She concentrated on my back and tits at first and I was warming up nicely. She came close to me and invaded my cunt with her hand, her fingers prying me open and entering me. I caught my breath and hung my head back and she brought her hand up and invaded my mouth with my own juices. I tasted myself and she kissed me, grasping the back of my hair tight. She pulled me away from her.

"Are you ready for some serious pain?"

"Always." The first crack of the bullwhip shot through my cunt like a gun shot. It hit my clit and I began cumming as she carried on cracking the whip at me all over. My instinctive reaction was to close my legs as they weren't secured apart in any way and she cracked the whip at my ankles.

"Keep your legs apart!" She kept going with the bull whip shooting bullets of fire all over my body. She was relentless and I ended up screaming for her to stop. I never said the safeword though. I didn't want her to stop but the pain was intense. She just kept going over and over again concentrating on my sides and the backs of my arms at the top, all sensitive places that rarely saw any attention from a whip.

My legs gave way eventually and I went hoarse from screaming. My arms were raw where the ropes were cutting into me. I could tell some of the cracks had broken the skin and I could feel blood trickling down my body in various places.

"Stand very still." I felt the cold blade of the knife touch my breast and I didn't move. My body was on fire but all my attention went to the knife at that point. Without warning she ripped the blindfold off and light flooded into my eyes, blinding me. I shook my head trying to make sense of what I was seeing. She was standing in front of me with the top of the blade pressing against my nipple. I looked at my elbow joints where the ropes were and they were burnt with the ropes rubbing as I had thrashed about during the whipping. I smiled slightly. She put the tip of the blade under my chin and pushed up to make me look at her.

"You like that do you?" I shrugged. She laughed.

"You're not very expressive are you? Maybe this will help." She bent down and I watched as she positioned the tip of the knife against my clit. She started pushing and I could feel it about to break the skin. I sucked my breath in.

"You won't be much use without a clit will you?"

"What do you want to know?" I said desperately.

"Do you like what you see, so far?"

"Yes." She pushed a bit harder.

"I want you to talk to me!"

"Yes, I like it! I like what the rope has done to my arms. I'll be able to feel that after today and see it."

"Very good." I breathed again as she took the knife away from my clit. She put it against my tits.

"Watch this. Watch how beautiful the bead of blood looks as it forms." I watched as she pressed the top of the knife into my breast just above the nipple. It broke the skin and I caught my breath as the bead of blood appeared and trickled down my nipple and onto the floor.

"I thought you weren't meant to do blood play in here."

"It's my club. I'll do whatever I want. I could slit your throat if I want." She put the knife to my throat and for the first time I was slightly scared. She put the blade against my throat and I kept deadly still. I could feel it pressing into my skin and breaking it. She rocked it back and forth around the contours of my neck until I imagined a line of blood trickling down all the way round the front of my neck. She smiled when she was done and stepped back.

"Very pretty. Want to see?" I nodded and she shouted.

"Speak to me you fucking slut!" I jumped.

"Yes, I want to see….please." She showed me in a mirror and there was a red, angry line all the way round the front of my throat with blood trickling down from it. I smiled.

"How am I supposed to show up at work on Monday with that looking like that?"

"Who says you're going anywhere?" My heart contracted and my cunt jumped to attention too when she said that.

"I've been watching you, coming in here, week after week. Literally watching you." She pointed to the cctv cameras in the corner of the room.

"It's not that easy to find someone who I am compatible with." She looked me in the eye and started taking the belt off her trousers. It was black leather and about an inch wide. She wrapped the buckle end round her hand and bent down in front of me. I bent my head to watch her, feeling the cut on my neck pulling. It was superficial but effective. I had blood all over the top half of me now in slight lines. The bleeding had stopped. She touched my cunt with the belt. She slapped my legs hard.

"Move them apart!" She ordered and I did. She inserted the tip of the belt up into my dripping cunt. It was a strange sensation and she just kept threading it in until just the buckle was left hanging out. I could only feel the bit at the entrance, not inside. She let go of it and peeled back my outer lips, pulling them hard to expose my clit. It was throbbing in anticipation. I was having a hard time remembering to take a breath. She put her mouth over my clit and just kissed it. Then she began licking me tenderly getting rougher and a bit faster as my breath sped up. Just as I was about to come she jammed her thumb onto my clit and pulled the belt out. She kept the pressure on my clit while I finished my orgasm and then she went round the back of me and began belting me with the belt, wet with my own juices. That made each crack on my back hurt more. I cried out at the first one. She hit me so hard, I could feel each strike erupt into a welt of angry raised skin. I could feel that some of them broke the skin and I was screaming almost continuously now. She concentrated on my shoulders and buttocks and she only stopped when my knees buckled and I began to cum. I was left hanging from my arms, the rope cutting in having orgasm after orgasm. My eyes closed and my head fell forwards and my body shook. I wasn't even there, in the room. Time stood still. 

I didn't feel her moving me. She lay me on a mattress and put a straw in between my lips. I drank the cold water and started to come round a bit. I opened my eyes and smiled at her. She leant down and kissed me. I knew we were meant to be together. The rest, as they say, is history.

In The Beginning



Carol and Tom were perfect together, or so it seemed. They had met three years ago after Tom dialed a wrong number and reached Carol. Starting out as just two voices talking late one night, their mistaken meeting soon developed into something more. They exchanged phone numbers and their conversations became a nightly ritual, a time they both looked forward to.

It wasn't long before they felt as though they really knew each other. Sharing every aspect of their lives, even the intimate details. Although they had never met and really didn't have any idea what each other looked like, their conversations became quite sexual at times. It was no secret they both enjoyed sex immensely and were very open about trying new and different things. Since neither of them were involved in a relationship, these conversations became their only source of sexual release. Hearing each others sounds of pleasure was very much a turnon to them both.

The very first time this happened was completely unexpected for Tom, but also very enjoyable. The conversation was going as usual, just sharing their days and talking about the things that had went on when it happened. Tom yawned and something about the sounds he made triggered an idea in Carols mind.

"Mmmmm Tom . . . you shouldn't make noises like that without me," Carol teased as many different thoughts of being with Tom ran through her mind.

Not sure what she was talking about Tom asked, "And what noises would you be speaking of?"

Carol blushed a little even though she was alone as she replied, "Well, those soft, low growling moans you made just now. I have to admit they made me think of being with you and causing you to make those sounds myself."

With this response Tom slid down a little further in his bed, resting his head on his pillow with his back flat against the mattress. "Well let's say you were here with me now. I'm lying on my bed with just my boxers on and there's plenty of room for you here with me. Tell me, just how would you go about causing me to make such noises?", Tom teased back, his cock already acknowledging his thoughts.

Treading on new ground, Carol's mind reeled with the many different possibilities. She had participated in phone sex before but never with anyone that meant anything to her. She was nervous but in a good way, in a way that made her tingle inside like never before. So she settled down in bed and tried to relax. She closed her eyes and put herself there with Tom.

She began . . . "I'd walk into your room, wearing this T-shirt I sleep in and a pair of panties. I stop at the doorway and just stare into your eyes, not saying a word. You know why I'm there . . . you can see it on my face. I want you Tom, in a way that I've never wanted anyone before. I reach down and pull my T-shirt up over my head . . . holding it in front of my breasts for a few seconds before dropping it to the floor. Then I take my hands up to my full breasts and caress them gently, squeezing them and softly pinching my nipples before sliding my hands down my sides and over my flat stomach. The whole time I'm doing this, I'm still staring into your eyes, watching your face as you witness my arousal."

"Ohhh baby," Tom whispered, "I'd so love to watch you doing this for me. I wish you were here right now."

Pleased with his response, she again closes her eyes and continues her seductive descriptions. "My hands continue their pleasurable journey, moving down along my hips to my thighs and then moving between my legs. My left hand moves back up to left breast as my right hand slowly comes to rest on my pussy, then moves deeper between my legs . . . lightly teasing the lips, tracing along the opening."

Tom can barely believe how turned on he's getting just from hearing words. He had never experienced anything like this before and couldn't understand just what kind of hold she had over him. Whatever it was, he was loving it and so was his cock. He didn't even realize his hand had slid into his boxers until he looked down and saw his hand wrapped around his cock. Imagining Carol there with him, stripping in front of him had made him so hard and so damned horny.

"Damn girl, am I gonna have to come get you? You're making me hard as hell over here." Tom groaned as he gave his cock one last squeeze before sliding his hand from his boxers. He couldn't believe he was on the verge of masturbating while on the phone.

Carol noticed a slight change in his voice to a lower, huskier tone filled with a burning sexual desire. She loved the sound of his voice, but this difference was definitely something she could listen to forever.

"Mmmmm baby, I would love to be there taking care of that hard cock for you. I'm glad you're enjoying our evening. Shall I continue?", she asked coyly.

He wanted her to . . . oh how he wanted her to. But he knew if she did he'd end up doing something she may not want him to do. "I would love to know all that you had on your mind but Carol, to be honest I'm not sure if I can handle hearing it without uh . . . well. Without needing to take care of the raging hardon I know I'll get if you go very much further," he confided.

"Tom you have no idea how badly I want to hear you cum for me. I want you to play along with the things I'm telling you. I want to know how turned on you get, hear it in your voice and your breathing" Carol whispered.

Once again Carol closed her eyes and she was there with Tom. "I'm standing there in the doorway, my left hand softly caressing my left breast and my right hand between my legs, slowly moving back and forth along my pussy lips. Carefully I slide one finger between them and bring it up to my clit, making a slow circle around it and then back down again. Then I slide another finger between the lips and again I move upward to my clit, making a couple of slow circles before heading back down. Slowly I slip them inside my pussy, pushing them in deeply. My eyes close for a few seconds as my pussy squeezes my fingers, not wanting to let them go."

By this time Carol's hand has slipped inside her panties and is doing exactly as she's describing to Tom. Her breathing has become a little quicker and her voice a little softer as she continues. "But I slide them out and back up. My eyes open again and look into yours as I trace circles around my clit, feeling it grow harder with desire. I see you take your cock into your hand and start to stroke it slowly for me. Seeing how hard you've grown, makes me even more wet. Again my fingers move down and slide deep inside me, only this time I don't just take them out. I fuck myself with them a few times, pushing them inside deeper with every thrust. Then I take them out and bring them up to my mouth, you can see the wetness from across the room as I smear it onto my lips. My tongue sliding out licking them and then sucking my fingers into my mouth as I taste myself on them, sucking them clean."

Tom hears her as she sucks her fingers just as she's told him she was doing. This makes him so hard he can't help but take his boxers down and take his cock in his hand. He closes his eyes and starts to slowly stroke his cock as her lustful words of desire reach his ear.

Sliding her hand back inside her panties, Carol continues her tale of hunger, "Then I take my hand back down and again slide my fingers deep inside my pussy, fucking myself harder and faster this time. Going as deep as I can, imagining it's your cock sliding in and out of my hot, wet cunt. My left hand comes down and I start to rub my clit as I continue fingering myself. I close my eyes and lean my head back as I fall against the doorway. Ohhhhhh God Tom . . . Ohhh God . . . I'm gonna cum. I keep rubbing my clit faster . . . and harder as I keep fingering my pussy deeper and deeper. Ohhhhh yessssss . . . ohhhh Tommm . . . I'm cummmming." She moaned loudly as the phone slipped from her ear. But she didn't care, she was having one of the best orgasms she's ever had.

As Tom hears her deep breaths and moans of unending pleasure, he continues stroking his cock slowly. His eyes closed as he imagines Carols fingers sliding in and out of her beautiful pussy, her face showing the pleasure she's feeling as she cums so hard her legs tremble and shake. Then he hears her pick up the phone once again as she tries to catch her breath before speaking.

"Carol," Tom whispered, "You have no idea how much I want you right now. What I wouldn't give to hold you in my arms and feel your body tremble."

After catching her breath and somewhat composing herself, Carol finally was able to speak, "But Tom dear, we're certainly not through yet. We've only just begun our adventure. Are you stroking that hard cock of yours for me?", she asked breathlessly.

"How could I not be? After hearing you just then and imagining what you were doing, there's no way I could have kept my hands off myself. My cock is so hard for you right now baby," he replied.

Taking one last deep, calming breath and closing her eyes, she again continues, "I slowly take my fingers from my pussy. You see them glistening with cum, so wet and sticky looking. I walk over to where you lie on the bed and bring them up to your mouth, gently brushing them across your lips. Your tongue escapes from between your lips as your hand catches mine. You then take my cum soaked fingers into your mouth and suck on them hungrily, tasting my warm sweetness. My legs grow weak from feeling your tongue teasing my fingers, making me want more . . . so much more."

"I climb onto the bed, straddling your waist and lowering myself down onto your hard cock as it lies flat against your stomach. Not letting it inside me, but having it lie flat on your belly as you feel my wet pussy against it. Looking down into your eyes, I slowly start sliding back and forth along the shaft of your cock. Letting the head of it rub against my clit with each forward motion, your cock getting slick from my wetness. Pressing down hard, I start moving a bit faster, arching my back and letting my clit rub along your hardness."

By now Tom's breathing has become somewhat faster and deeper, just as his stroking has become faster as well. "Carol, if you're not careful I'm gonna be cumming here a few minutes," he moaned.

"Well that's the point Tom," she answered. "I need to hear your cum for me. I want so badly to hear your moans and sounds of pleasure since I can't be there to see them. Keep stroking your cock for me, keep thinking of my pussy sliding along your cock, getting it all wet and slippery. But then I stop moving and lean forward, brushing my tongue across your lips." 

"I then move down between your legs, spreading them far apart. I take the base of your wet, cum soaked cock in my hand then slowly swirl my tongue around the head. I look up into your eyes with a devilish smile as I take the whole thing into my mouth, feeling your hardness against my tongue. Then slowly I bring my head up, your cock sliding across my lips as I suck my sweet juices from its shaft. I look up at you again, you see my chin and lips glistening as I once again take your cock into my mouth, wrapping my lips around it tightly and again sucking as it slides across my lips."

"Suddenly I feel your hand on my head as you entangle your fingers in my hair. I feel your hips start to move as you push my head down onto your cock, forcing it further into my throat. I know you're getting close to cumming as you start fucking my face faster. I start sucking your cock harder, loving the way you feel and taste but wanting so much more."

Carol hears Tom's breathing quicken, she knows he's about to cum at any moment and can't wait to hear his moans, so she continues, "I taste the precum as it oozes from your cock, so sweet and warm, like a tease of what's yet to come. I moan softly as your hand pulls my hair tighter, guiding my head up and down along your cock."

"Aaahhhhh . . . Ohhhh Goddd baby I'm cumming," Tom moaned as the cum erupts from his cock with such force it hits the wall behind his head. Gasping and moaning softly as he makes the final strokes, milking his cock for all it has to offer.

Hearing Tom cum she has to finish, "I feel you explode deep inside my mouth, so thick and warm. Loving the way you taste and feel, I swallow all you give. Feeling the final spurts on the back of my throat, then sucking gently on your cock as I feel you slide out across my lips. I look up into your eyes and see the look of satisfaction and exhaust on your face. Moving up beside you on the bed, I lean over and kiss you deeply. Our tongues entwining as you taste your cum on my lips."

Carol and Tom both rest in silence for a few seconds, just enjoying listening to each others breathing and their own private thoughts of what just happened. Neither really knowing what to say, but both loving the closeness they just shared.

"Tom . . . I loved hearing you" Carol finally said, breaking the silence. "It was amazing, and you are amazing."

Tom didn't know what to say. He felt a slight feeling of embarrassment, yet at the same time a wonderful feeling of intimacy with this woman he's never met. "Carol, I don't know what to say. I've never done anything like that before in my life. I don't know if I should be embarrassed or proud. But I do know one thing. You sure have a way of telling a story and I too loved hearing you as well. You're a wonderful woman and if I didn't know before tonight I know now that I would do anything to meet you in person someday soon."

"That sounds like a great idea to me Tom. The next time we talk lets make arrangements and see what happens," she replied.

"Okay, I'll talk with you soon baby. Now you get some rest tonight and dream up our next adventure," Tom teased. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight Tom," Carol giggled as he hung up.

Still holding the receiver, Carol thought back on the events of this evening. She had been nervous when she first starting going into the phone sex idea but now was so glad she went for it. Hearing him cum was one of the most beautiful sounds she had ever heard. She knew in her heart this was a special man who just so happened to enter into her life.

Replacing the receiver, she snuggled down into the covers and fell asleep with a smile on her lips, something she hadn't done in a very long time.

~Part 2 Coming Soon...



In The Beginning



The year is 1785, in Colonial America, Virginia Colony, Terrence Whitley is at his friend, Thomas Morris' house having dinner. They are talking about a partnership that Terrence is proposing for a new business venture of sending mail to people across the country via a system of horse riders going through dangerous Indian territory to deliver letters and packages.

"You can't be serious Terrence. Having letters sent through the country would be a waste of time. It would take a month just to get to California. Do you have any idea what you are proposing?" Thomas asked curiously.

"Yes, indeed I do. I have a vision that this country is going to be great. We were all strange people in a strange land and now that we have celebrated our freedom from British Rule, We have the capacity to dream of things no one ever though possible. If you are willing to." Terrance said.

"I will hear you out Terrence, But do not expect me to comply fully. I know of your reputation and some fear it. I will hear what you have to say but I will be a long time considering the options." Thomas said.

"That is all I ask dear friend." Terrence said calmly. 

Thomas' daughter Jeanne came down the stairs to see what they were talking about.

"Jeanne Marie! What are you doing out of bed at this time of night? you know 8pm is your bed time." Thomas said. Terence looked Jeanne. He was entranced by her. 

She was a young girl of about 10. She had raven black hair and deep green eyes. She was rubbing her eyes as she went toward her father.

"I heard you talking and I couldn't sleep. Can I have a drink of water?" She asked in a small voice. Terrence could hear every word, he was a vampire and they could hear the smallest of words and slightest of sounds. Being a vampire has its advantages. He tried to search her mind but it was too young and fragile and he didn't want to harm her. He fell in love instantly to her innocence and charms. He kept it to himself. He didn't want to upset the poor girl. He had newly become a vampire, if you call 100 years new, and he hadn't seen anyone to raise such passion in him as she did. He smiled lightly as they talked. 

"All right. Wait here." Thomas said and got up to get Jeanne a drink. She was nervous about Terrence being there. 

"Don't be afraid. I wont harm you. I was talking to your father about a business opportunity. He is a very smart man, your father." Terrence said and Jeanne nodded. "Where is your mother?" Terrence asked curiously.

"She died when she was giving birth to me." Jeanne answered meekly. "Father has been raising me ever since then." She said.

"So you never knew your mother? Poor Child." Terrence said. 

Thomas came back and handed Jeanne the glass of water. She drank it right there and handed the glass back to her father.

"Thank you Father." She said and kissed him on the cheek. "Good night. And good night to you Sir." She said and went back upstairs to her bed room.

"Sometimes having a free spirited daughter can be exhausting!" Thomas said. Terrence smiled.

"I can imagine. Tell me, is she betrothed to anyone?" Terrence asked curiously. Thomas was shocked he would ask such a question.

"She is too young, in my opinion to be betrothed. She needs to finish her schooling before any suitors come." Thomas said.

"I understand. She will have MANY. I assure you. You may have to beat them off with a two by four." Terrence said and smiled. Thomas had a small smile.

"Well I will come to that point when I get to it. Right now, She is not allowed." Thomas said. Terrence bowed his head. "I will abide by your decision." Terrence said.

"How do you propose to get the money this needs to start up? What kind of connections can you get for depots across the country for riders to take breaks and then back home again?"

"I have invested my money over the years and have accumulated a sizable amount. The Men who invest with me on this will see their profits grow. It will be a very lucrative business venture." Terrence said.

Thomas thought deeply and rubbed his chin. 

"I'm still not convinced. I think there are a few things here that need some serious looking in to, I will have to weigh my options and get back to you. I need to do some serious thinking before I decide to get into anything this drastic." Thomas said.

"I understand. I will be here whenever you decide. Good night." Terrence said and took his hat and left the house.

"Very strange and unusual man." Thomas said as he blew out the candles and went to retire for the night himself.

In Terrence's house, He has just arrived and is thinking about Jeanne. He knew when she grew up that her beauty and compassion would send men running wild. He wanted to be with her before any other man would. No other woman captivated him so as this young girl and he wasn't about to let someone else take her away from him. Even if it was her own father. If he got in the way, he would be dealt with, as with all other things that got in Terrence's way. 

He grew excited at the thought of biting in to his neck and drawing all the life force within Thomas if he had started to become a problem. He also started thinking about Jeanne's mother, Diana. Jeanne was so much like her. 

'TOO much sometimes.' He thought. He remembered their last encounter, and it WAS the last for Diana. He tried to tell her how he felt about her but it was shortly after she had given birth to Jeanne. He tried to bring her over to his side but she refused. And the price for her refusal was her life. He couldn't take the chance of her telling people of what he was and WHO he was. He had played so many parts over the years as different people, that when he fell in love, it throws him off kilter and he can barely restrain himself from his vampiric urges. He wanted to save her but not having turned anyone into a vampire as he was, was a bit difficult. 

He remembered the fright she had in her eyes, The scream she made when he bared her fangs at her. His reassurances that he wouldn't hurt her weren't heard and he couldn't contain himself. The urge to draw her life force was too great and she lay in bed dead. He had heard Thomas come upstairs to see what was wrong and why she had screamed. Terrance turned into the mist and went out the window as Thomas came in the room. 

Thomas saw her lying there lifeless and the baby next to her unharmed. He ran to the Doctor across the street and he came over with him. He felt for a pulse and any sign of breathing. But there wasn't any. She was buried two days later and Terrence was in the background watching as the body was buried in a grave. The sun was setting so it didn't effect his as much as it would if it was full strength. 

Terrence had watched Jeanne grow and had a fondness for her, But it grew deeper when he saw her close up. He knew he had to have her for his own. No matter what Thomas had said.

As the years went past, Jeanne grew on beauty and intelligence. She graduated top of her class and she had come home to see her ailing father. He had been stricken with pneumonia and he had been feeling weak for a very long time when she was in college. She knew she had to be there. she needed to be there if he was to die. She missed her mother when she died and she wasn't about to be denied not being there when her father died. The only parent she had ever known.

She had grown to be a striking woman. Her raven hair in a ponytail with a blue bow. Her grace and stature had grown into a mature woman. She was about 5 foot 8 inches tall and a medium figure. But very womanly. Quite a few of the men looked at her when she got off the stage coach from Boston. She had spent 5 years up north and a lot of the men stared at her thinking they knew her but knew that she had changed. And for the better.

As evening fell, Terrence came to the door and she opened it. He looked the same as she remembered even though 15 years had passed since she last saw him. He was stunned by her beauty and almost forgot what he was there for.

"Good evening Mr. Whitley. Won't you come in?" She said. 

"Thank you" He stammered and walked in to the house. "I heard your father wasn't fairing very well and I came to pay my respects." Terrence said. "How is he?" He asked curiously.

"He seems to be getting worse. The doctor said he might not have much longer to live." She said with her head bowed down. He went over to her and lifted her head up with his hand.

"Don't worry Jeanne Marie. Everything will be all right. I promise you." He said.

"How do you know that?" She asked with tears streaming down her face.

"Trust me. I know some things and I know it will all turn out right." He said.

"How do you know my father will get better?" She asked.

"Well I didn't say he would get better, just that everything will be all right." He said. She started to cry more. 

"My daughter, come to me." Thomas said in a weak voice. She ran to her fathers side.

"I'm here Father." She said and went closer to him on the bed. "What is it?"

"You have turned in to a beautiful woman, Just like your mother." He paused. "I have learned some things about Mr. Whitley. Do not trust him. He killed your mother shortly after you were born." Thomas said. She had a shocked look on her face.

"NO! It cant be!" She exclaimed. Terrence came in to the room. 

"But I am afraid it is true." Terrence said. They both turned to him as he spoke.

"Get out you monster! Leave us alone!" She said.

"I'm afraid I cant do that. I have too much invested in you my dear to just leave you to the hands of other people. I want you all to myself." Terrence said.

"I will never be with you. I will NEVER love you!" She said defiantly 

"Yes, JUST as headstrong as your mother was. Too bad she refused me as well. But I WILL have her daughter!" Terrence said and bared his fangs. She screamed and Thomas looked at him.

"I knew you were a monster but didn't know what kind of monster." Thomas said.

"First I will drain you, and then, make your daughter my wife. She is too perfect for anyone else to have." Terrence said and lunged toward Thomas. Jeanne left to hide in the barn so Terrence couldn't find her.

In his weakened state, Thomas couldn't and didn't put up much of a fight and was drained of his blood in a matter of moments. He lay lifeless in the bed and Terrence went searching for Jeanne. 

Terrence heard a commotion in the barn and went straight for it. He smelled her sweet scent, Something that he committed to memory while she was away and, as she got older, the scent of her grew more sweet.

He looked for her everywhere and finally found her in a horse stall huddled close to the back. 

"Go away! Leave me alone!" She screamed. "Trust me Sweetheart. I will make you immortal. Your beauty and your loveliness will be saved throughout eternity." Terrence said.

"I don't want you! Get it through your head! Leave me alone!" She said. He bared his fangs again.

"You will be preserved throughout history. I will make you immortal." Terrence said and went closer to her. She screamed as he went toward her and he bit her, He was careful not take too much and let her transform before his eyes.

"What have you done to me? What are you?" She screamed and ran away. She went back in to the house, and he turned in to a mist and followed her to her room. He looked by the window and saw her transforming and her eyes getting more green and her fangs growing. He smiled at what he had accomplished. His first successful turning and she hated to be turned. 

She started to feel the urges of a vampire and wanted to take blood. She couldn't control it and screamed even louder. She went looking for something to eat. She didn't know what, she didn't know how, but she knew she had to, to survive.

She ran back to the barn and looked around for something to sink her teeth in to.... so to speak. She saw a goat. She hated goats milk but the urge for the blood of an animal was overwhelming. She layed the goat down, and held it down. Her fangs were still bared and she hissed a little and bit down on the animals neck. 

She started to suck the blood and the life force from the animal. The goat squirmed a bit but as the blood was drained from the animal, the goat went limp. She raised her head and the blood was dripping from her mouth. She breathed heavily. She looked around wildly, looking for Terrence. 

Terrence was in a mist watching her every move. He knew that she hated being turned and that she resented him for it. He kept close to her but decided not show himself to her. 

Jeanne went to various farms killing small animals to satisfy her Vampiric urges. All the while looking for Terrence. She knew he was around but she couldn't see where he was. Her anger fueled her lust for blood. She knew she had to go somewhere safe. Something inside told her to find a haven before sunrise. She knew of an abandoned silver mine cave nearby. She went deep in to the recesses of the cave. She huddled close to the cave wall and started to think about what was done to her, Her anger to Terrence was great and her eyes turned a flaming red. She vowed to get him one day. She vowed not to turn anyone else in to what she became. She didn't want to turn anyone else in to what she had become. 

She was now a Vampire. Destined to live alone, and feed on innocent lives for the rest of her existence. 

'What a wretched existence it is.' She thought to herself and went off to sleep for the day. 



In The Beginning



Edited by Rozezwild

I moved in with my dad the very next day after I graduated high school. My mother was a royal bitch and was trying to force me to go to a college that she wanted me to go, not one that I wanted to go to. My dad didn't try to force me to do anything that I didn't want to, so I was taking some time to figure out what I wanted to do with my life. The other reason was that my mother wouldn't let me date.

Two days after I had moved in, my dad came home early and caught me getting my brains fucked out on the dining room table by a guy I had met while out taking a jog. I was completely naked with my legs up in the air screaming; "Fuck me! Fuck me!" Instead of getting mad, my dad laughed. I was so embarrassed and that guy kept fucking me hard. All I could do was cover my face with my hands.

I figured out then, that my dad was really cool. My mother said that he was a perverted son of a bitch. I told him what my mother called him and he asked me how did I know that he wasn't. My dad has a great since of humor and often is way too silly.

I got a chance to bust him in the act on a Saturday night. I had been out partying with some friends, drinking and carrying on. It was around 11PM when I got home, and I could hear the woman moaning before I got the door open good. She was screaming louder than me when I'm getting fuck good.

"Give me that big dick!" That cracked me up. My dad had this girl who couldn't have been more than three years older than me, doggie-style across his bed and he was nailing her hard. My dad looked at me with a big grin on his face and started fucking that chick harder. 

She was good looking too, and had tits the size I wished I had. My dad wasn't looking to bad his self. He was being so silly, slapping her on the ass and telling her to call him daddy. I stood in the door with my hand over my mouth to muffle my laughing. He grabbed her hair and told her to "getty-up." I had to leave then. That was too much for me.

I asked him about her later and he said that she was no one special, just a nice piece of ass that he picked up at the grocery store. I was surprised, but then he made me admit that I had been just a nice piece of ass for a few guys.

Trouble began when I asked my dad how I looked in a mini skirt and tank top. I was on a mission to get laid by this cute guy I had met at the Mall. He lifted the back of the skirt and said that he'd fuck me. I was like, "What!" He told me that I had seen the way that he acted, and asked me what made me think that he wouldn't fuck me. I was like, "Holy shit!" He laughed. He said, just because my mother was a bitch, didn't mean that she was a lair.

My dad played around all the time, so I thought that he was just messing with me, but he said no joke. He even wanted to fuck me. I was like, "Damn!" and his dick was pushing out the front of his pants. I could feel my pussy throbbing. He poured Vodka in a glass and went to his room laughing.

I was so fucked up in the head so much, that the really cute guy that I had met in the Mall seemed like an annoying little boy. I left ten minutes after I met with him. I had to talk to my dad.

He had just come from the shower and was getting dressed to go out. I told him that I wanted to talk to him about what he said about wanting to fuck me. He said other than being him daughter, why shouldn't he want to fuck me. He said that I was good looking, had smooth skin, shapely legs, and a nice bubble butt that he loved.

The part about him being my dad was getting kind of weak, because I was so horny I was damn near cross-eyed.

He laughed and asked me did I want to fuck, and afterwards he would take me out to eat where he was going to take the lady he had intended to pick-up. I dropped my head and looked up at him while biting my bottom lip like I did when I wanted something.

My dad chuckled and pulled me over to the bed. He told me that he was going to kiss me like he had never done before. He nearly took my breath away. He is a fabulous kisser. He pulled my top off over my head and I got a flash back. I wanted him to touch my tits so bad, my nipples ached. He laid me back on his bed and I spread my legs like a slut. Oh, I wasn't wearing panties.

He lifted me with both hands by my butt and buried his face in my twat. I was moaning like a cow in heat. His tongue snaked up me and I was coming like crazy. My legs were trembling and I squeezed the heck out of my nipples. I almost fainted when he pushed his wet tongue up my butt. I was completely on fire.

My dad chuckled, and then he flipped me over and gave my bottom a smack. I came up on my knees with my legs spread. I already saw him in action in that position and I pushed back as soon as I felt the head of his thick cock.

He fucked me harder than I could ever imagine being fuck, and he wasn't laughing or playing around. He said that he wanted to fuck me really bad. I thought he was going to split me in two. Then he said, "Baby I hope you're on birth control." My head felt like I had drank something really cold too fast. I had come off the pill and had been using condoms, because the pill was causing me to be nauseated.It was too late anyways. I came too and it was a really big mess all over us.

My dad started laughing saying that if he knew my pussy was so good he would have fuck me a long time ago. I was thinking that my dad was really nuts.

I had never been that sore before after sex. I felt like I had been ripped open. I could tell that my dad was real excited that he had fucked me. He was almost jumping up and down. I could barely stand.

My dad talked about fucking me again, but we didn't. We became a lot closer. We discussed everything even his finances, something I never heard him talk to my mom about. He got me a car and gave me two hundred dollars a week for getting around money.

I started getting sick and feared the worse. Sure enough, I was pregnant. My dad fell on the floor laughing. He said that my mom would blame it on him for letting me run wild, but she wouldn't know just how right she would be.

My dad fucked me up my ass after diner that evening, and it hurt for me to even move after that. He told me that as much as he liked fucking me that I should go out and find a man of my own. I was thinking, fat chance with a kid, but my dad said that all I had to do was to let the guy know that I liked to fuck.

This hysterically funny black guy, named Gerald, came on to me so strong, and wouldn't let me go without me giving him my phone number and a kiss. I was seven months pregnant and big as a house.

Gerald came to visit me and was fucking me while I laid on my side on the big pillows in the living room. He was so passionate and he had a good sized dick too. He said that he wished that he could get me pregnant and have one of the beautiful mixed kids I use to see hanging out at the Mall.

Gerald and my dad got along great, making each other laugh. My dad told me to tell Gerald about my pregnancy. I did and Gerald seemed happy about that. It was so weird listening to my dad bragging about fucking me to another man right there in my face. Damn! I got so horny. Gerald and my dad fucked my pregnant ass on the king sized bed my dad had bought me.

Gerald married me two weeks before I had my daughter. My dad insisted that we stay at his place, mainly because he still wanted to fuck me. Gerald didn't mind that at all. When ever I had the baby asleep in the nursery, either Gerald or my dad, and sometimes both of them would be fucking me. It didn't take long before I was pregnant again.

There was constant laughter in my dad's house, even my babies were all smiles. My mom was a bit jealous at times. She had even attempted to reconcile with my dad, but she couldn't handle the thought of his constant cheating.

It was about three years after Gerald and I got married that I found out my dad's past. My dad asked Gerald had he ever had sex with anyone in his family. Gerald said that he had a long standing affair with his sister who was a year older. My dad said that he had fucked his mom after his dad left when he was just starting college.

Some how I wasn't that shocked. My dad continued telling us that he had fucked my mother's sister on his wedding day to my mom, and their mother when they came back. He said that he was fucking my older cousins on a regular basis, but I was too young back then. He said mainly, he liked college freshman, because they wanted to be so grown up. I laughed at that. I feel the power to fuck who ever I wanted after high school.

My dad said that said that my mom had enough when he had snuck off with her my cousin Janice and was fucking her when the rest of the family was having a party for her. He said that my mom had come home to get some things for the party and caught them. It seemed like my dad had fucked every woman in our family.

Gerald was impressed by my dad. He said the worst he'd done was to fuck his mom when she came home drunk. He said that he had a couple of cousins he would have liked to have fucked.

I had two girls and was pregnant with my fourth, and I started to wonder if my dad and husband would fuck them when they got old enough. I blocked the thought out of my head.

When the youngest of my four daughters turned eighteen, I started to think back over all of this. I sat her down in my bedroom and told her everything. She laughed at the fact that I was a slut. I didn't want to know if she was a virgin or not, I just told her that she should try to make good choices when it came to having sex.

Seeing my daughters sucking on their father and my father's dicks makes me feel secure. 



In the Beginning



There he was. Back from Christmas break. I turned and there he was. My heart pounded and I felt warm between my legs and happy all at once. Jumping up, heading his direction I hugged him and told him how happy I was to see him. That I had missed him. He said he wasn't expecting that response over returning after break. I was a little embarrassed because I felt really silly right then. I felt obvious.

That is when I knew. Yes I knew. Three months I had been watching him and I was fairly certain he might have been watching me but then again....I wasn't real sure. I always had my doubts about it.I would rationalize my way around it ever happening in real life.

God I wanted him so bad. The longing was making me crazy. Those eyes and that smile. It was all I could think about lately. Making me touch myself late into the night --squeezing my legs together groaning and writhing under the covers with my eyes squeezed shut until I was seeing stars...cumming so hard....--then licking my own fingers thinking about fucking him.

This was an obvious crush. Maybe just an infatuation of some sort. Actually I really believed that being with him was not likely to happen to someone like me. 

One day I decided to tell him that I had a crush on him. I have no idea what possessed me but I blurted it out kind of in jest and imagine my surprise when he told me he had the same crush! That he thought I was hot. That in fact he had told a friend of his that there was someone at work that he wanted. My nipples got hard when he told me that. The want got bigger. Harder. Deeper. 

Tension began to build. Eye contact (at work no less) began to increase. Sexual tension is not something that can be easily ignored. On restroom breaks I'd reach down and touch myself wet and slick and breath in sharply. Finger on my clit I'd squeeze pulling in on nothing inside of me, only in my imagination. In my mind I was squeezing him. His tongue. His fingers. His cock. All my concentration gone. 

On my birthday we both had to work late. Everyone left. It was after 5:00 PM and we began to relax a bit more....talk a little and make intense eye contact and smile and do the dance of people who are quivering with the kind of electric excitement that leads to hot hard fucking eventually. At least in my fantasy. 

Somehow, after some nervous talk and embarrassing jabber he walked up to me, behind me and kissed the back of my neck and my right shoulder on my bare skin. I felt shock waves go from that exact spot down my body, specifically to my hot wet clit and a warmness in my belly that felt like a hunger I'd never had before. I sort of shivered and smiled a little, my eyes closing..."oh dear god..." I thought.....somehow we decided to go in a dark room together and then came the first kiss. I made a mental note to remember how deeply that had moved me. That kiss on the neck and shoulder, from behind. It was extremely erotic. I was breathless after that. 

As I try to remember every detail I mostly remember it as soft and sexy and sensual and hot and intense and so erotic that I could barely stay on my feet. I know I threw my arms around him and took his face in my hands with my hands in his hair and kissed him back. Sucking his tongue into my hot mouth I slowly and gently kissed and sucked his sexy mouth as if I were between his legs. He groaned. 

I was shaking like a leaf on the inside. Not long into it I melted completely in his arms as my body pressed up against his. I was totally his and I wondered if he knew it. I could feel his hard on which I was dying to touch. My instinct was to grab it and wrap my hand around it and squeeze it ...so I reached down. Most of the time I follow my instincts, especially sexually. He gasped as my hand brushed across the front of his huge bulge. I knew the desired effect was happening. Now I wanted skin on skin contact.

Reaching up under the back of my shirt he released my bra closure and I fell free in the front. My breasts were heavy and my nipples hard with anticipation of his touch. He reached around and took one nipple in each hand and pulled on each one with the exact amount of pressure to make me cry out. It was more than I was used to but perfect and so hot I could barely breathe. He kissed me hard while pulling on my nipples and I was wild with desire. I felt the dampness between my legs increase and throb.  

I knew this was the beginning of something big.



In the Beginning



"They won't all be like that you know, regrettably most of them will, but not all," The serpent hissed to the pale brunette.

"Look at how happy they are, that little dim wit and the control freak," the woman spat angrily, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. "I guess they really are made for each other. But where does that leave me?" Her last sentence nothing but a whisper betraying her fear and loneliness. The pale beauty raised her eyes to the heaven and in a voice full of defiance cried, "What about me? Have I fallen in your eyes by being what you made me?! You sick bastard! I've done nothing wrong but here I sit, punished, rejected."

The leaves behind her rustled gently as the breeze shifted direction. The serpent started to chuckle softly as bones flowed beneath scales, in moments a handsome man crouched next to the forsaken woman. "Oh Lilith, I think you're destined for far greater things than what He had planned." The mystery man responded with a mischievous grin.

Lilith yelped in surprise as the man gently trailed his fingers down her shoulder. "What...how?? I thought he only made the three of us"

"Shhh..." the dark stranger whispered echoing the hiss of the understanding serpent. He dropped to his knees and placed light kisses where his fingers had been. "I'd like to show you something" He breathed against her skin. "I'd like to show you everything."

Lilith stilled beneath his caresses, her heart beating as though it were trying to escape her chest. "What are you offering me?" Her voice breathy and hesitant at this unexpected turn.

"What do you ask of me?" the man inquired, his kisses moving around to the front of her throat, his hands gently pressing her shoulders to the ground. "I want you to relax and enjoy this." He moved his kisses lower, all the while being slow, cautious.

Lilith gasped at the feel of his hands and lips as they played against her skin. Her body clenching in all the right places as her pussy began to moisten with unexpected need. His kisses found her hardened nipples as he took her right breast into his mouth. His tongue flitted over her taut peak, eliciting a small moan from Lilith, her body responding ever more to the hot wetness of him.

After several sweet moments the stranger turned his attention to her navel and down until his tongue lapped at her soft labia. Pressing his tongue wide, he covered her opening and moved up slowly, bringing his eyes up to see her reaction.

As his tongue rasped against her vulva, Lilith cried out and thrust her head back into the soft earth. At this reaction the man began to work faster and harder, swirling his tongue around her clit, entering her, licking, sucking, teasing until all she could do was hold onto his shoulders, her breath coming in quick gasps.

He pulled away and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, "What do you want me to do Lilith, I am at your command." Without a thought Lilith raised herself from her prone position and pressed the dark stranger onto his back, her legs straddling his hips, her soaking pussy lifted just above his hard cock. She didn't say a word as she looked him in the eye and thrust herself onto him. As he pierced her they both cried out, his large cock relishing the hot tightness of her.

Lilith stayed upright, riding him, her hands clutching his waist, holding on as she bounced up and down the length of him. She moved without hesitation, without a hint of the earlier reluctance. She slammed herself onto him over and over again as though she could never quite get enough of him inside her. As her ecstasy began to build, her hands clenched, scratching his sides, leaving what looked like claw marks on either side of his navel. At her faint drawing of blood the stranger bucked, aiding her in her pleasure. As she brought herself down, he thrust up, penetrating her until his tip slammed into her cervix. At this contact Lilith screamed, her body unused to such sensations. With her back arching in pleasure Lilith came while she writhed on top of him. 

With a loud exhalation of breath she collapsed against him. As soon as she laid her head against his neck, the man rolled her onto her back, kissing her mouth as he continued to work in and out of her. Placing her leg against his chest, he opened her wide, continuing for her pleasure and his completion. Lilith's eyes rolled back into her head as his slick hardness pumped her without stop. 

Again Lilith felt heat wash over her, pleasure building until it bordered on pain. "Oh God!" she cried out as her second orgasm hit, every muscle clenching in rapture.

"Not quite" the stranger responded, as he pulled out of her, clutching his cock in his hands he finally came, spilling his hot cum onto Lilith's pussy. As his hot fluid hit her labia, Lilith sighed, completely satisfied.

The man let out a quick laugh, surprised at her reaction. "Feeling better?" he inquired as he fell back, landing next to her with a soft thump. He was all smiles as he looked upon her, his right hand cradling his head, his left resting gently on Lilith's hand.

Lilith shook her head and smiled back, her face appearing to hold many secrets that she would never tell. "I don't even know who you are or how you got here. Not that that really made a difference earlier"

"Does it even matter now?" The stranger asked, a smile still on his lips. He laughed again, a deep rich sound that sent excited chills down Lilith's spine. "My name is Lucifer, no doubt you haven't heard of me. I wasn't made from this earth. I belong up in heaven, for I was an archangel. Fashioned by the same hands that made you, I am as great as the all powerful God. I simply tried to have a little take over. Things went slightly different than I had planned but hey, I can tell you right now, if I was in control when you were created, this whole 'man is dominant over woman' think never would have happened. I like it on bottom sometimes, Adam should give it a shot." Lucifer turned on his side and propped himself up on his elbow, his left hand clasping Lilith's. "And that, my dear, brings us back to you. You are free of man and of any responsibilities to populate the planet. What do you want to do? You can do anything you desire except, and believe me I know this will sound familiar, do not eat from the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil."

Lilith looked at him sharply with accusing eyes as Lucifer hurried on. "Not for His reasons, here I'll explain. You already seem to have an excellent head on your shoulders, especially in comparison with that dimwit He created to replace you. All that tree will give you is a sense of conscience. You're doing just fine right now as you are. You don't need to feel guilty for doing nothing wrong. It's like Gods backhanded slap. 'Here, enjoy my garden but don't eat from this tree or the fruit will make you feel ashamed of everything you are and everything that is natural for you to do.' I mean seriously, who designs a paradise and then throws in that little tidbit?? He should have just stopped at the Tree of Life. I'm telling you Lilith, things would be much better now if I was in control."

With a flash of uncertainty crossing her delicate face Lilith responded, "You say I can do anything I want, but what are my options? Right now the only thing I am able to do is stay here in the garden. Alone."

"If you're willing to trust me on some things Lilith," Lucifer responded, caressing her arm, "I have some ideas for exactly what we can do."

Lilith woke suddenly, her mind foggy from her slumber. She was alone. Alone in the forest, the moon creating dappled shadows on the fallen leaves and soft moss. Her breath quickened as her mind cleared, the last vestiges of sleep melting away. The appearance of the stranger who called himself Lucifer, the smell of sex still lingering where she lay. It had been no dream, but where had the time gone? The last she remembered, the sun was gracing the horizon and she felt satisfied for the first time in her existence. It was as though she was finally full of everything she had ever been missing. Where was he? 

Lucifer watched her from his perch in one of the trees surrounding the clearing. He needed to think. The foliage obscured him from view as he leaned his back against the rough bark. This development wasn't quite what he was expecting. Make no mistake, everything had gone as planned with Lilith. Lucifer's shoulders shook with silent laughter at himself. He thought he had it all worked out. It was to be a very simple operation. Use His own creation against him. A very simple, yet effective "Fuck you" to the one that cast him out. Now there was a problem, of his own making. Lilith's acceptance and utter trust caught him off guard, he expected to have to do far more sweet talking. It wasn't that she was stupid, it was as though she saw something in him that no one else ever had. He couldn't just leave her to face His wrath. She was suddenly much more than just a disposable tool. He still needed her, his plan was not ruined, it just needed to be altered. With an oiled grace Lucifer relinquished his seat and released his hold on the tree. He seemed to float to the ground, keeping the tree between himself and Lilith where she sat with her arms around her knees. With a deep breath Lucifer rolled his shoulders back and strode out from his hiding place.

Lilith gasped faintly as he walked confidently toward her. He was breathtaking in the moonlight, the white light illuminating his muscular upper body and almost glinting off of his black hair. She recovered quickly and smiled up at him brushing her hair back from her face. Without a word he kneeled in the moss in front of her and took her head in his hands. He kissed her, pressing his lips firmly against hers, his tongue sliding into her mouth as he tasted her. As she melted into him he pulled back slightly, his lips resting faintly against hers. He breathed her in before he sat back on his heels, his eyes never leaving hers.

"I have a question to ask of you." He said softly without a trace of humor. "Do you wish to remain as you are, or would you wish to be something more? Something greater than human. I am giving you a choice. You may remain as He made you, or let me give you powers and abilities closer to that of my own. If you choose the latter there is no limit to what we could accomplish. I'm asking you if you would like to be with me, treated as my equal. I would not have asked you, but my original plans have changed. And that, my dear Lilith, is entirely your fault."

Several emotions flashed across Lilith's face. Uncertainty, surprise, and even a trace of anger. "My fault? What have I done?" She inquired, her tone sharper than before.

"No, no, don't mistake me, that last comment was a compliment. The greatest I could have bestowed upon you. Trust me, please" Lucifer hurried on, slightly afraid for the first time. Afraid of a human's response and the power she held over him. He didn't want her to refuse. If she refused his proposal his plan would have continued as before but with a much more unpleasant ending than the one he was offering now.

With a wary look in her eyes Lilith considered what Lucifer had said. "You can make me more like you? You have that power?"

"I have many powers. Do you accept me?" Lucifer queried cautiously in the hopes that she would not refuse.

"I see no point in remaining what I am. He has refused me for being His very creation. I accept you Lucifer. May you be a greater man than He." Lilith responded with quiet severity.

Relief caused Lucifer to exhale breath he didn't even know he had been holding. A smile lit up his features as he looked Lilith over from her delicate toes to the soft brush of her hair against her forehead. 

"Well then, I think you are going to enjoy this little ceremony. I know I will" He said with a familiar glint in his eye.

Again he kissed her, exploring her mouth as he had explored her pussy hours before. His passion caused heat to flair across Lilith's body, making her body tight. She broke the kiss and moved her attention to his neck, where she scraped her teeth against his throat as she kissed him, her tongue playing over his pulse. At the feel of her teeth, Lucifer let out a surprised gasp.

"Oh, you will definitely enjoy this Lilith" He said as he began to lay back. Lilith tried to move with him, maintaining contact on his neck. "Ah ah ah" Lucifer chided her playfully as he placed his left hand on her shoulder and pushed her down, forcing her head lower on his body, her lips grazing his chest and stomach. Lilith licked at his navel, by now fully aware of what he was asking of her. She kissed his hips and moved her attention to his cock. Without taking him into her mouth she swirled her tongue around his tip, savoring the taste of him, licking the tiniest drop of precum. Lilith raised herself up slightly and rolled her first taste of his semen around in her mouth. Her eyes seemed to be lit from the same fire that burned within the man lying beneath her.

The cool breeze that had been but a whisper through the forest heightened and shifted direction. Lucifer's fingers on his right hand lengthened, the nails grew and blackened, curving wickedly, ending in needle points. Lilith's eyes widened suddenly in fear of those sharp points that were made for tearing flesh. Lucifer smiled up at her, peacefully as he raked one finger against the skin just above the base of his cock. Blood welled up in the cut and escaped that clean line he had created with his nail. The blood trailed around the base of his cut and flowed on his balls. As Lilith's eyes followed the trail Lucifer's blood made against his flesh, her eyes remained wide, but not from fear. It was as though all she could see was his blood as is flowed down his perfect body. Without thought, Lilith crouched between his legs and licked the droplet of blood from the underside of his balls. She tasted the metallic warmth of his lifeblood and craved more. Making sure she got every last drop from his ball sac she took his scrotum into her mouth, playing with his flesh pulling gently on him. Once she was satisfied that there was no more blood there, she brought her tongue up, tracing the line the droplet had made up to the side of his cock. Instead of licking straight back to the source, Lilith licked up the length of him, taking him inside her mouth with his blood still on her tongue. She began to suck on his cock tasting his blood and precum as she worked him in and out of her mouth. He was hard but the skin was incredibly soft, she glided him in and out between her lips as though he were made of steel wrapped in silk. Her tongue pressed the length of his cock as she worked him faster. She relaxed her throat, making the tension less. Lucifer writhed under her workings. At the feel of the slackened tension he moaned, demanding more. Lilith obliged. She deep throated him, bringing her lips to his bloody base, kissing him while he was still inside her. Her tongue undulated, pressing and releasing his cock as his tip felt the hot tightness of her throat. As she sucked him, harder than before, Lucifer came, shooting his cum down her eager throat. Lilith pulled back slowly, relishing every inch of him. When she came to the tip of his cock she sucked gently, extracting the last drops of semen. Wearing his blood like black lipstick in the moonlight, his seed on her tongue, Lilith raised herself up and met his half-closed eyes. 

Lucifer grabbed her arms and pulled her to him, crushing his mouth against hers. He tasted his blood and cum on her lips and tongue as he flicked his tongue inside of her mouth. His left hand came up and cradled her head. He kissed her more gently, licking her lips making sure she was clean of his blood. With the same amount of tenderness her rolled her onto her back and moved his hand from her head in order to support his weight above her. Keeping his eyes lock upon hers he brought his right hand up to her breast. Gently tracing a thin line above her nipple with his nail, the skin parted slightly and a small amount of her blood appeared to fill the new void. Lilith's head rocked back and her breathing stilled as though she were drugged as Lucifer brought his mouth down to cover the small cut, his tongue pressing against her skin. Now he tasted her blood along with the unmistakable taste of her skin. She was so soft. He marveled at the sensation of her against him and inside of him. Her blood felt warm, and her warmth spread throughout his body as he swallowed. Licking her clean he pushed up, bringing his body over hers, his hands firmly on the ground on either side of her head. Even without his skin touching hers he felt her as though she were a part of him. 

"It is done" He whispered. "With our exchange of blood I have given you all that I possess. . . "

Before he could finish explaining what that meant, Lilith screamed. Her delighted gaze filled with fear and pain as her skin suddenly felt as though it were on fire. She screamed again and rolled onto her stomach, her hands clawing at her back, as if she were trying to scratch that one place she couldn't reach. With the sound of wet cloth ripping, black wings exploded out of her back. Covered in a clear fluid, they glistened like the shell of a beetle in the cool moonlight. The skin of Lilith's back flowed back, healing around the base of each wing, as though they had always been a part of her. As her skin finally came to rest, the heat dissipated and Lilith exhaled, slipping into blissful unconsciousness, leaving a very startled Lucifer gazing down upon this once again unexpected development. 

"Not tonight Adam, I have a headache." Eve said into the dark, her voice like sunshine after a storm. Adam looked down at his wife with a small disappointed smile. She was perfect. Beautiful and obedient, but, it seemed recently that every night was "not tonight". How could God have provided such a bounty and somehow still keep it from Man? Getting to his feet with a pain between his legs, Adam kissed his wife on the forehead and whispered so as not to disturb her. "I'm going for a walk"

It was nearly impossible to walk as he would normally. Adam was hard and ready after days of being denied. He walked just to the edge of the woods and sat down, his back scratching slightly on the bark of the tree. Adam wrapped his hand around his cock and began to stroke himself. It was good, but not as good as it should have been. Sex really is more fun with more players. As his thumb came up over his tip, the sound of laughter stopped him cold. 

"Having fun?" A voice from deeper within the forest inquired. It was the voice of a woman, but lower than his Eve's. The kind of voice that seemed full of the promise of pleasure. Adam didn't move or speak. He simply waited. Waited for whoever was in the woods. The moonlight reflected off her pale skin as she walked toward him, her eyes alight with an almost tangible fire.

"Lilith." The name escaped Adam's lips as her looked upon her. Eve was well and beautiful, but Lilith, it was like comparing a swan to a black panther. As she glided toward him, the time for thought had passed. Lilith stopped within an arms length of where Adam sat, the moonlight giving her an ethereal glow. Adam's eyes moved from her face which held a far too knowing smile, to her neck and breasts, and down, his eyes moving over her waist and hips to her pussy. His eyes stopped on her inner upper thigh. She was glistening. She was already soaked, ready for him. Without a word Adam stood and brought her to him, as his hands reached her back he jerked back at the feel of bones and tough skin where naught but her shoulder blades should have been. His eyes widened and he took half a step back, his mind unable to process what the woman before him was. Before he could change his mind, Lilith wrapped her arms around his shoulders, her hands in his hair as she lifted herself just enough. She rubbed her wet pussy against Adam's tip, allowing him to feel her breasts crushed against his chest and her soft, slick lips caressing his penis. Adam's breathing changed, this time not from fear. He'd been denied for so long and there she was, another bounty. Without warning Lilith fell upon her back and brought Adam with her to the ground, his cock sliding fully between her legs as he landed just above her. Lilith looked into his eyes and writhed underneath him. Adam slid himself inside of her. She was hot and wet and tight. As Adam pushed himself into her until he could go no further, he lowered his head and took her breast into his mouth. He sucked and teased at her nipple as he moved in and out of her, slowly, savoring the feeling. 




In the Beginning



"Lilith..." A new voice called softly from the woods. "Oh Lilith..." A man stepped out from the cover of trees. Adam looked up, taking himself away from the pleasure of Lilith's tight nipple and the sounds that he caused her to make. He went still inside her as he greeted the stranger with a look that proclaimed possession and uncertainty.

"Bad Lilith!" The stranger chided. "I'm sorry about this Adam, I told her to stay away from you. I guess now we will have to share."

Adam pulled reluctantly out of Lilith, his need nowhere near satisfied. 

"Get out of here!" He yelled as he moved threateningly toward the man. With a smile and a small shake of his head the stranger blew the tiniest of breaths into Adam's face. 

"Relax, trust me, you'll enjoy this. Go back to our woman. You've left her quite alone."

Calm confusion spread across Adam's face as the stranger took his hand and led him back to Lilith who was simply waiting.

"Hello Lucifer" Lilith greeted him as though nothing was out of the norm. Adam looked between the two. Part of his brain acknowledged that they seemed to know each other and that he should ask about this but, thinking stopped once again when Lilith came towards him on her knees, looked up at him and whispered, "Take me from behind Adam, please." Her voice was begging and her eyes were eager. She turned from him and got down on her hands and knees, her ass offered up to Adam, her head near the now seated Lucifer. He knelt in the grass and placed his hands hurriedly on her hips. He guided himself into her drenched pussy as Lucifer whispered into her ear. Again Adam began to move in and out of her but this time he was shallow, experiencing this new angle he rubbed over her G-spot again and again, maintaining a steady rhythm. Lilith's eyes rolled back into her head as she felt him work. She lowered her head into Lucifer's lap and licked at him. She licked around his cock and then brought him into her mouth. She began to suck on him, feeling his smooth hardness slide over her tongue. As she took even more of him into her mouth Adam watched. When Lilith's lips touched Lucifer's base Adam began to pound her harder. The thought of Lilith deep throating as he entered her from behind, made his rhythm change. He moved faster, slamming himself into her beautiful cunt. He wanted to make her scream and writhe for him. Lucifer could feel Adam's thrusts through Lilith as her throat convulsed around his cock. Lilith grabbed onto Lucifer's thighs, as though to anchor herself in the wash of pleasure. She brought him out of her mouth just a little so she could taste him and play with him. She flicked her tongue back and forth, eager to bring Lucifer to the same level of pleasure. Adam thrust himself all the way inside her and then brought his cock almost all the way out, his tip just barely touching her inner labia. As he plunged back into her Lilith cried out, her screams muffled by Lucifer's engorged penis. Adam's rhythm changed again, it was more erratic signaling his quickly approaching orgasm. There was no thought or strategy as his cock continued to pound Lilith, his breath coming in gasps. Lilith worked faster too as she could feel that warm weight begin to build inside of her. Again she took all of Lucifer inside her mouth and worked her tongue around his shaft as her throat pulsated against his tip. With a shout Adam came deep inside of Lilith, his cum filling her cunt. With his release Lilith sucked harder on Lucifer, bringing him while she deep throated him. As his cum spilled down her throat Lilith orgasmed, her entire body clenching in waves of pleasure. Adam was still inside of her when her pussy tightened in response to her orgasm. With a surprised laugh he collapsed upon her back as Lucifer drew himself out of Lilith's warm mouth.



In the Beginning



I knew as soon as I was coming close that I should not go on—that there was nothing to go on for. At first I sensed it; everything was too quiet. None of the small animals and birds were about, and the bushes themselves seemed to be holding still in fear. And when I came closer, I could smell it on the air—the fear was there, but also something else. Nothingness.

No, there was no reason to go ahead and every reason not to. I turned and as silently as possible fled back the way I'd come, trying to be as careful as possible not to spill the precious fruit I had been out foraging for from the loosely woven basket I was carrying.

I didn't run far, though. I had heard them, thrashing in the bushes around our clearing, and now that thrashing was coming toward me. I saw a rock outcropping off the path, over toward the cliffs where the Sharpspears lived. Normally I would not go any farther toward where they lived, the Meateater Sharpspears, than this path. But I needed shelter. I needed to hide. And the most likely place for that was by the rock outcropping in the direction of the Sharpspears' cliffs.

I turned off the path and started to move toward the outcropping. But the ground was uneven and hidden by low growth, and I was paying more attention to what was coming my way along the path than to where I was stepping. I placed my foot in a hole and fell, letting out a little cry that I knew might be the death of me. And when I arose, I could barely walk. My ankle was twisted—or worse. And all of the fruit had tumbled out of the basket.

I could hear them approaching, though, and I turned and hobbled as quickly as I could, away from them. I made it to the rocks and found a hollowed-out place, probably some animal's dwelling at some point, and I folded myself into this small space and tried to make myself as one with the rock and the bush as I could.

They were close now, and a chill ran up my spine. I could smell them now. Meateaters. My worst fear. The Sharpspears had come down into the valley. It would mean the end of the Gentle People. Our elders had sung of this. We all knew it was only a matter of time.

All of which meant nothing to me at this exact moment. Even any grieving I could do for my own would have no meaning if I joined them in the next few moments.

And then the likelihood of that happening exploded forth, as I moved my leg without thinking and came down at an odd angle on the already-twisted ankle and gave out a low grunt of pain.

The undergrowth came alive with noise, and the branches of the bush were parted, and the face of a feared Meateater and the tip of a sharpspear appeared between the spread branches.

Despite the ankle, I jumped up and ran at an angle away from the ugly face, not feeling the pain in the rush of adrenaline racing through me just to stay alive for a few more moments.

But there was another Meateater of the Sharpspears—a larger and fatter one—before me where I was running. I turned yet again and scrambled along the face of the rock outcropping, trying to slip away from them, as the two Meateaters raised their Sharpspears, went into a crouch, and began to close in to me. Their eyes were flashing with excitement, and they were grunting the pleasure of the kill. Their spear points were dripping in blood, blood of my clan, I knew.

But just then there was a bellow from beyond them, and another Meateater, larger by far, all muscle and power, hairy, with a gigantic poker between his legs and a heavy seed sac hanging down below his belly belt burst between the two others. He spread his arms wide, motioning the other two off, and they crouched down even more, leaned away from him, and backed off like beaten tamed animals.

Making to take advantage of Big Sharpspear's appearance—for this was the name I was to call him to myself, neither of us ever able to converse in anything but grunts and expressions and pointings, I turned again and made to run off to the side, along the face of the rock. But my run was no more than a hobble, and Big Sharpspear's legs were much more powerful than mine.

He reached me easily and grabbed me by the scruff of the neck with his massive, calloused hand and turned me. With a mighty blow, he backhanded my face with the other hand, and my head snapped hard around and I sank down to the earth in a daze.

Big Sharpspear picked me up and slung me over his shoulder, and I bounced painfully, belly against hard-muscled shoulder, as he trotted through the forest area and across the scrub fringe that none of the Gentle People had gone into and returned to tell of, and we were rising up the rocky slopes at the base of the cliffs and higher even by a narrow path cut in the rocks. In a short time we reached the yawning maw of a cave opening up behind a narrow ledge of rock looking out over the land toward the shining surface of the forbidden waters.

Big Sharpspear carried me into the cave, where, off to the side, there lay a pallet of rushes covered by the fur of a teeth monster and where Big Sharpspear rolled me off of his shoulder and onto my back on the soft, warm fur.

I was terrified. He was a hunter of the teeth monster—a successful hunter. And all of the Gentle People lived in fear of the unanswerable power and cruelty of the teeth monster, who attacked our clearings at will and carried off whomever it chose to feed on. How was I to protect myself against a Sharpspear who could sleep on the pelt of a teeth monster he had slain himself?

I couldn't. And thus, I put up no defense to what came next. In fact, this was little different than I knew under the power of the elders of the Gentle People. Big Sharpspear stood over me as I lay on my back on the fur pallet and looked down at me with hooded, lustful eyes that told me what he wanted. And he wrapped his hand around that gigantic poker of his and made it even larger and standing out from the bush of hair at the center of him. While he was doing this, he nudged the insides of my legs with his feet. I understood that he was demanding that I spread my legs for him. And in consideration of the size of his poker, he need not ask for that. I knew what was to come next, and I knew I wanted my legs spread as much as possible.

Big Sharpspear came down on his knees between my legs on the pallet, and with rough hands, he grabbed me by the waist and dragged my hips up over his thighs, and the breeding began. Brutal, splitting, deep reaching, producing in me waves of pain and pleasure that I answered with writhing and crying out and moaning and groaning. The most giant tree of the forest, if forced up inside me, could not have filled and stretched and worried me as his poker moving up inside me did. And when his bush was joined with mine, he began to pump me and to mutter and grunt to himself and hum a tune of victory. All of which seemed to please Big Sharpspear and spur him on to breed me not once, but three times before he was too spent to go on and rose from me

I was totally taken and exhausted and spent and just lay there, arms akimbo, my legs too numb to even try to draw them together again. But still, he did not trust that I would not try to escape. He left my side briefly and went into a chamber of the cave behind this one and came back quickly with strips of animal hide, with which, while smiling at me, and cooing to me to convey who knows what point to me, he tied my wrists together. And then, as I groaned—and cried out when he grasped my wounded ankle—he brought my legs together and tied them off at the ankles.

He did, however, rummage around at the corner of the cave and come back with a poultice of wet leaves and herbs that he wrapped around my swollen ankle.

And then, as night was forcing the retreat of day, he moved out to the rock ledge at the cave entrance, and my eyes went wide as he created magic, calling down from the heavens the god of consuming heat, from which we Gentle People ran when brush went all angry hot and yellow and red in the middle of the periodic rumbling storm. He had the consuming heat god in front of him in the middle of the ledge, as he crouched down and held a dead and plucked bird over it on a sharp stick, watching as the bird sizzled and turned blackish.

Soon, Big Sharpspear rose and brought the skewered bird over to me and pointed it at me. I whimpered and drew back from it—and from him—as best I could. He laughed then and put his mouth to the bird and sank his teeth into it and came away with a large chunk, which he then chewed noisily and swallowed.

I shrank away from him in horror and was almost sick. He indeed was one of the Meateaters—his smell alone as he was carrying me up into the cliffs and then again when he was breeding me had been enough to confirm this. But now there was no doubt.

He pushed the bird at my face again and muttered something guttural, which I took to mean he wanted me to slash at the bird myself with my teeth, but I just grimaced and turned onto my side, away from him.

I heard him laugh again, but now the laugh sounded more hollow, not so happy.

When night fell and the consuming heat god no longer proudly danced outside the cave entrance as before, Big Sharpspear came back into the cave, unbound my ankles, and laid down beside me. He put his arms around me, and I could feel his hands gliding over my body. I relaxed, knowing he was going to have me again—and again and again and again, if that was what he wanted—and that there was nothing I could do about it but be glad that while he was breeding me, he wasn't taking my life from me. He was arousing me, taking me to the other side of my fear. And he knew he was pleasing me, because my own man thing betrayed my interest. We were both breathing heavily, and I was sighing my surrender, as he laid a hand on my belly and pulled my hips back into his lap, and my opening onto his hard penetrator.

This time when he bred me, I opened more quickly and willingly to his great tool working up inside me, and when the rhythm of his pumping started, my hips, almost involuntarily, moved to join him in the dance of the breeding. And when I moaned, he sighed. And when I sighed, I felt his lips on my body. And when I gave up my seed, he laughed a low, pleased laugh, and then I felt his seed flowing deep inside me.

The next morning, he untied me and took me out to a corner of the ledge and let me unburden myself. Then he carried me back into the cave chamber and tied me up again and left me there.

For some time, I worked hard to free myself—and I finally succeeded. I then scrambled on hands and knees over toward the cave entrance and, bypassing the ring of the home of the consuming heat god, which was now all black and sending up wisps of smoke, I moved toward the edge of the ledge and peered down the steep incline of the narrow path leading to the flat scrub lands below. I had almost built up the courage to try to pull myself down the path and somehow hide in the scrub land until I felt able to move back into the forest in the night, when I saw them.

The two Meateaters from the previous day. The ones Big Sharpspear had taken me from. They were moving up the trail, crouching and looking up. The lead one saw me peering over the edge, and he gave me a cruel smile and a deep-throated laugh.

I started clambering back toward the cave entrance, my mind racing on whether I had seen anywhere to hide or take a last stand in there, wondering if it would be folly to withdraw to the chamber beyond the chamber, when I was overtaken by a hand grabbing my injured ankle and, as I yelped in pain, flipping me onto my back just inside the cave entrance.

I looked up at the two Meateaters standing over me, grinning their nasty smiles, and I knew instantly from the hardness of their man things what they had in mind.

The fat one moved around me, went down on his knees, and reached for me with both hands. He was strong, and much bigger and more powerful than I was. He lifted me off the ground with his hands wrapped around my waist and turned me. facing away from him, looking into the sneering eyes of the other Meateater, and pulled my channel down on his fat taker. I cried out in pain and terror—and at the taking. He wasn't long, but his man thing was plump, and I was not prepared to receive him. I fought against him, but the struggling only lodged his penetrator more solidly inside me.

And then the other Meateater moved in toward me on his knees. He grabbed my hips with his hands and tilted my pelvis up toward him, and his hard man thing was entering me as well, on top of that of the other Meateater. His was longer than the first, and I gurgled and grunted my pain and frustration as he was the one who began to move his taker in and out of my channel. He hands went to my throat, and he was squeezing me there, and I was fighting for air, and seeing all of my ancestors pass before my eyes, knowing that this was my day.

But then it was the two Meateaters who where yelping in fear and being dragged away from me and beaten mercilessly.

As my eyes came into focus, I saw that Big Sharpspear had returned and was fighting both of the other Meateaters—and mastering them with little effort at all. They were lucky to manage to scramble away from him and down the pathway from the rock ledge outside the cave entrance before he had brought his sharpspear around for a killing blow.

I saw him struggle briefly in indecision. Whether to follow them down the path and dispatch them when he caught up to them or to check to see how I fared. Something inside me began to change toward him when I saw that he quickly chose to stay with me. I felt his hands glide over my body, feeling for damage, and having found none other than the red welts on my neck, he gently picked me up and returned me to the pallet.

He surely saw the bindings that I had managed to shed myself of, but he gave no indication of whether he thought I had escaped them myself or that this was the work of the two Meateaters. He must have decided on the latter, as he did not bind me again, perhaps thinking that I might have defended myself better if I hadn't been bound.

He laid me gently on the pallet, and I could see that his man thing wanted to breed again. I steeled myself for having him deep inside me again. But he didn't take me, and I surprised myself by feeling a pang of disappointment that he didn't. Instead, he went back to the mouth of the cave and returned with a reed basket full of an assortment of fruits and berries.

He offered these to me one by one. At first I was afraid he had picked this way to dispatch me, because some of the berries were poisonous. But when I separated the fruit and berries and frowned at the collection of those that were inedible, he seemed to understand. And he never brought those back to me again when he foraged for my food. And as I ate, he went back to the cave entrance and resummoned the consuming heat god and cooked his own meat over it.

All the time he ate, he watched me. His look was a tender one, but his penetrator remained hard, so I knew what he was thinking the whole time. He had brought me food that I could eat. He had saved me from the other Meateaters. And I knew now that I would not try to escape again. Down there, in the scrub lands, lurked those other Meateaters, all of whom wished me harm. I knew now that I would never feel safe away from Big Sharpspear's sight. I knew this was not a safe or a hopeful situation either. But I had always lived by the minute. There was nothing different in this.

And, so, when Big Sharpspear rose and moved slowly to me, a question in his face, not sure how he would be received, I turned toward him and raised up on my knees, and when he reached me, I held my hands out to take his man thing and leaned forward and opened my lips over the tip of it and began slowly swallowing it. He moaned, his eyes full of surprise and wonder, I'm sure never having experienced this special ritual of breeding that the Gentle People had perfected.

But then, shortly after, when I laid back and opened my arms to him, his smile and the strength and heat of his entering of me, and the quickness, the first time, of his release of his seed, told me that he thoroughly enjoyed this new form of breeding pleasure.

All seemed to be well—at least for a few cycles of day and night—but then there came a day when Big Sharpspear started to act strangely, and I began to fear what was in the chamber beyond the first one in the cave.

There came a day when the fruits and berries Big Sharpspear had brought me had been consumed. But when he made to leave the cave to replenish our supplies, I began to tremble and cry. He seemed to understand that I didn't feel safe, and, having checked the poultice of leaves and herbs he'd wrapped around my ankle and determining that the swelling had gone almost completely down, he signaled that I could go with him.

He was very thoughtful and attentive, and we moved slowly, him supporting me with his strong arms when needed. His hands stayed on my body longer than necessary when he guided me, and I could see from his poker that he would willingly lay me down and breed me again at any excuse.

I found that was what I wanted now too, but I was afraid the ankle would last only so long and that we had better do our gathering as quickly as possible and get back to the cave before dark.

Big Sharpspear had brought his spear, the magical one with the hard, gray tip on it that allowed him to bring down game with only a few tries. He did so with grace and power, and I admired the way he moved. I also began to wonder if the Gentle People too, would become Meateaters if we discovered the magic of the sharpspear. And the magic of controlling the god of the consuming heat too—and the power to bring down the teeth monster. There was no end to the wonder of the Sharpspears. And, when thinking of Big Sharpspear, in particular, there was wonder too at the power of his man thing moving inside me.

We gathered game for Big Sharpspear and fruits and berries for me—and I showed Big Sharpspear which were the edible nuts as well. Then, while we were in the forest, he moved into a dimly lit dell and pulled up some of the moss growing there and put it in the basket with the fruit. I tried to take it out again and to signal to him that it wasn't edible, but he became agitated, insisting that it remain, so remain it did.

I assumed we were ready to return to the cave then, but Big Sharpspear didn't stop the hunt there. On our way back to the cave, he stopped along the base of the cliff. He was looking for something, but I didn't know what. But then he exclaimed in a happy sound, and I looked up on the face of the cliff. He was running his hands along seams of lumpy sandy dirt between the layers of the cliff rock. And when I looked at them, I saw that they were in different colors. Red, brown, and yellow.

Big Sharpspear untied several hide pouches that had been hanging from his hide-strip belly belt and took the tip of his sharpspear and began to shave off this lumpy dirt into his pouches, one for each different color of dirt.

I sat on my haunches and watched him in awe. Some more magic, I wondered.

And then I became more sure this had something to do with magic, but less sure whether it was good magic.

He seemed excited, keyed up, when we arrived back in the cave. Twilight was falling as we got there, and he almost absentmindedly settled me on the breeding pallet and pushed the baskets of fruits, berries, and nuts at me, letting me select my own.

He hurriedly summoned the consuming heat god and wolfed down a half-cooked small animal of the scrub lands.

Then he started the most strange of rituals, one that would go on for evenings to come. He usually came to me at this time of night and stood before me, as I paid homage to his poker with my lips and then lay down for him. But this evening after his meal he paid no attention to me at all. Instead, he took out his pouches of lumpy dirt and took up a rock with an indented bowl shape in it. He sprinkled some of the dirt from one of the pouches into the depression in the rock. After that he took up the shoulder bone of a large animal he'd hunted. I had always thought this was a weapon, and I shrank from him when he took it up, ever mindful that my time was surely coming at some point soon. But he didn't dispatch me. Rather, he went over to the mouth of the opening into the chamber behind this one and crouched down and began to beat the lumpy sand dirt in the rock bowl with the shoulder bone. He was looking at me and smiling and humming while he did so. And I was thinking how strange the rituals of the Sharpspear people were.




In the Beginning...



NOTE: if you are deeply religious, this may offend you. It’s my warped Flavius retelling of Adam and Eve. Mr. Rosenberg is Adam, and Rabbi Wiesel is Eve. R.

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God had just created man, and He was pleased with what He saw.

"Go forth, and name the animals," commanded the Almighty.

"Name them what? I don’t have time to name your animals! I got to drink some beer, maybe watch the game!"

"Those things haven’t been invented yet," boomed the Lord.

"Shut up! Okay, okay, you win. That striped thingy’s a Heineken, that’s a Budweiser over there…"

"SILENCE!" commanded the Almighty. "Maybe I can make a helper for you, since you’re so incompetent."

"That’d be nice. What are you gonna make it out of?"

"Hmm…maybe that dangling thing between your legs…that doesn’t seem to have much of a purpose…"

"NO, LORD, DON’T! It’s my best friend! I’m going to have a lot of fun with it…"

"Oh, fine. How about your appendix?"

"APPENDIX? What the hell is an appendix?"

"Ah…never mind." And with that God put the man into a deep sleep and removed one of his ribs, since that was the best useless part of him. And he fashioned a woman out of the rib.

The man woke up, and upon seeing the woman, asked, "Can I get some of that?"

"Oh, shut up," she replied. The man stared at her and got hard. "Hey! Not bad! That’s pretty cool! God, I want one of those!"

"See, told you my friend was worth something, so NYAAH!" The man blew raspberries towards the Lord.

"QUIET!" demanded God. "The woman will not get one of those because they cause a lot of trouble. The only way she can get one is…"

"Tell me!"

"Find out for yourself, woman." The Almighty snickered. "And by the way, don’t eat the fruit of the Tree of Knowledge."

"Psst. Over here, lady." She turned towards a snake, entwined around a tree.

"Hey, I didn’t know snakes could talk."

"Snake? I thought that thing was a Jack Daniels!" said the man.

"I can make you get one of those. Eat the fruit that grows from this tree. God doesn’t want you to, but who cares?"

The woman took a piece of fruit and ate it. Her eyes were opened; she knew everything. She then realized she was naked…and his part fit into her…and, well… in short, she’d like it.

She gave the fruit to him. His eyes were opened as well; he realized he was naked, with a hard-on, and went into the bushes to hide.

"Why are you hiding?" asked God.

"I’m embarrassed because I’m naked."

"Oh?"

"That little slut over there made me eat of the fruit of the Tree of Knowledge."

The woman blushed.

"I banish you both from the garden! Man, you will work by the sweat of your brow. Woman, you will experience great pain in childbirth. Your descendants and that of the snake will be mortal enemies. Now SCAT!"

They both left the garden. The man, looking over at the woman, and down at his erect self, wondered what his friend was for. Maybe his helper had a hole somewhere… 

He looked down at her genitals, and, indeed, she did have a hole. She smiled. 

"Do you want to get to know me?" she asked.

"In the biblical sense of the word?"

"What other sense is there?"

They then got down to business just east of Eden, hoping that their cries and moans of pleasure were not to be recorded in the Bible or Talmud.

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Remember that Mr. Rosenberg is quite fond of sports and alcohol, and the rabbi is kind of a nympho.