6 comments/ 18213 views/ 8 favorites The Stonehenge By: HappyWife85 This story is inspired in part by the archaeological discovery in 2010 of the remains of a 15 year old boy found near Stonehenge in southern Britain. The manner of his burial and the objects he was buried with suggest that he was from a wealthy and important family, but what is even more surprising is that archaeologists were able to determine that he was not native to the British Isles, but came from somewhere around the Mediterranean Sea. How and why this young man came to the British Isles is a mystery that will probably never be known. ******************** 4,262 years ago (2252BCE): The pale sunlight shined brightly over the grassy plains. The great sun was hanging low above the western horizon. A flock of birds flew across a blue, cloudless sky, riding upon a rising northeastern wind. The flock passed over the great circle of stones below, quietly except for the sound of their flapping wings. Sitting amongst the great stone circle was a young woman. She looked up at the birds as they passed overhead, bringing her out of her silent meditation. She listened to the wind as she watched the birds fly towards the horizon, hoping to hear something, anything. She then looked at the silent, giant stones around her, noticing their shadows growing long, telling her that she had been here for almost half a day. She was sitting upon her knees, her legs tucked under her. Her ancestors had put these Great Stones here many, many lives ago. It was a place of magic and spirits, not only for her people, but for many other people as well. She liked coming to this place when she wanted to be alone, which was often lately. Soon, many clans would make the journey here for the great Harvest Gathering, to give thanks to the spirits for their harvests and to ask the spirits to guide and protect them through the coming season of cold. The young woman looked down upon the earth, and absently drew random lines in the soft dirt with her finger. She sighed. Suddenly and unexpectedly, the wind shifted with a powerful gust from the south. The young woman was facing west, towards the setting sun. The sudden powerful gust whipped and howled around her, pushing her slightly off balance and she had to place her right hand on the ground for support. She looked to the south, brushing the hair from her face with her left hand. The wind moaned through the Great Stones, "Druuu-shaaa." She shivered, even though this gust was warmer than the previous chill northeastern wind. She looked south with a searching gaze. For a moment she closed her eyes and tilted her head up, smelling and breathing in the wind. Within her mind, she spoke, "Spirits of the South, what is it you have come here seeking?" A second gust blew then, more gently, like a fresh breeze. "Druu-shaa," the wind whispered, this time more softly, as it danced and swirled among the Great Stones. The young woman opened her light blue eyes and stared south for a great while, trying to connect with this spirit from the south. The howl of a distant wolf brought her from her trance. She looked back to the west and saw the bottom of a reddened sun beginning to touch the horizon. Reluctantly, she rose and set off towards the southwest at a leisurely, unhurried pace. The wind was growing chill once more, shifting again out of the northeast. She walked through a sea of wavy grass, letting her fingertips brush over the tops of the stalks as she made her way home. Darkness had fallen when she topped the slight ridge to look upon the village. It consisted of about fifty round wooden and stone huts clustered around a central, rectangular longhouse. She occupied a round-hut near the longhouse with her husband, but as she entered the village she made her way not to it, but to the longhouse, where most of her clan would be gathered. She entered the welcoming warmth and made her way towards the center, near the hearth fire. She stopped before a large man, with a bushy black beard flecked with grey, seated before the fire. He looked up at the young woman with affection and a warm smile. The young woman bowed her head and kneeled. "Hello, my father." "Ah, my Drusha. I have been searching for you, daughter. You shouldn't wander so far from the village after nightfall." "I do not fear the darkness, my father," Drusha said as she took her place to his right and portions of the communal dinner were passed to her. "As well you should not. What you must fear are the spirits of darkness." Her father was chieftain of this clan, and highly respected. Unlike other clan chieftains, he was also a priest. In other clans, the positions of chieftain and priest were held by two separate individuals, but due to the proximity of their village to the Temple of the Great Stones, her father was recognized as its protector and keeper. Priests and chieftains traveled far and wide to confer with her father. "I received word today from your husband's trading party. They are on the coast, two days journey south from here." "Oh? Should I be hopeful enough to receive from my husband a necklace of seashells?", Drusha said, with barely hidden contempt for her husband. Her father either missed or ignored her contemptuous tone. "Perhaps you may hope for something more of value. They have encountered traders from across the sea. Strange men, I am told, unlike any which we have ever seen before." "What makes such men so strange, father?" "We will know once we see them for ourselves. They have asked your husband and his men to guide them inland. They should arrive day after tomorrow. We must prepare to receive them, so I need you to not wander far as you did today. I will be leaving alone in the morning for the Great Stones, so that I can speak with the spirits concerning these strange men." "I understand father." He placed his hand on her shoulder, gently squeezing. She looked up at him smiling down upon her with fatherly pride. She smiled back rather weakly, then turned her attention back to her food. Her father studied her for a moment. Like her mother, who had died long ago when Drusha was a child, she was fair and very beautiful with long hair the color of the golden sun. She has lived for eighteen years, and in the springtime had married. It was her marriage that had been troubling her, he knew. Every spring, all the clans gathered at the Great Stones for ten days to celebrate the Renewal. It is during this time that marriages are celebrated. Drusha was easily the most beautiful and desirable woman of marrying age among all the assembled clans, and that, together with her being the daughter of the most powerful man of the land, had many men wishing to become her husband. She had never shown an interest in any particular suitor, or in marriage at all for that matter. Her father had chosen her to marry Edan, within their own village. He was a half dozen summers older, and was the best hunter and warrior of their clan. The choice was the most sensible one when viewed through the eyes of a chieftain, whose main concern was tribal politics and clan cohesion. But, as her father, he also wanted what he felt was best for her, too. She hadn't objected to his choice of her husband, but she showed no joy over it either. Privately, he began to regret his choice throughout the summer, as he watched his daughter's mood and outlook on life begin to darken. Now early autumn and still his daughter's stomach had not begun to grow with child, which was highly irregular for those that marry at the Renewal Celebration. It was clear to all that the marriage between Edan and Drusha was entirely devoid of mutual love and affection. Drusha, for her part, did what was expected of a wife, if only half-heartedly. She always kept their home up and welcoming for her husband, she cooked his food, tending the home fire, cleaned and prepared his hunting kills, and wove clothing for him. She received from him little in return. He clearly preferred the company of his fellow warriors and hunters to his wife. He would rather go out on a hunt than share the sleeping furs with her. He was always cold towards her and treated her more like a prize that he had won. The only time he shows any deference towards her is when he would brag to others that his wife is the most beautiful of all others and is the daughter of the most powerful man of the land. All through this his daughter had never complained, but kept it to herself, although he could see it had taken its toll on her normally vibrant attitude. Lately, she had either kept to herself in her hut while her husband was away or wandering alone in the land around the village. He knew she liked to spend many hours alone at the Great Temple. He wished he could do something about it, and have asked the spirits for guidance to make his daughter happy and full of life again. But now, there were more pressing things that he must worry about, with the coming of these strange foreigners. He would prepare in the morning for the trek to the Great Temple to confer with the spirits. Drusha had spent the next two days helping to prepare for their foreign guests. She was dreading the return of her husband, and yet was curious to see who these foreigners were, as were all the other villagers. On the morning of the day of their expected arrival, two warriors from her husband's group ran ahead to inform the chieftain that Edan and the foreigners were near. The whole village gathered, and soon the travelers were seen cresting the hill from the south. When they were close enough, Drusha saw her husband raise his hand and call out a greeting, to which her father did the same. Edan walked straight up to her father and bowed to him, not even giving Drusha a glance as she stood next to her father. Nor did she pay attention to him, for her eyes were riveted upon the strange men standing a short distance away. After Edan had spoken a few quiet words to the chieftain, both he and the chieftain walked forward to the strangers, while Drusha and the rest of the village stayed behind and looked on. The group of travelers numbered eight. All were strange indeed, with skin the color of tanned hides, wearing flowing robes and adorned with strange ornaments. Many of them had bizarre marking on their arms, and the man who appeared to be their leader had some strange black markings around his eyes. One man among the group looked pale skinned like her people, and he seemed to be their translator, for he was relaying the words spoken by her father and their leader. Drusha's eyes looked upon the strangest man of the small group. His skin was the darkest of them all, almost black in color. No hair grew upon his head, and he had shiny metal ornaments dangling from his ears. His skin had more strange markings then all of them. He wore a scowl upon his face and his eyes were locked upon her father. Drusha stared at this man, unable to look away from him. He was strange, and quite frightening. After a while, her father turned around and walked into the longhouse, followed by the strangers and her husband and a few of his men. The villagers, still curious, scattered to go about their business, but all stayed as near as possible to the longhouse entrance. Drusha did not, however, and went into her hut. A couple hours later, as evening was beginning, a warrior approached the entrance to her hut and called out her name without looking inside. "I am here, Broen," she responded, recognizing which warrior it was by his voice. "Your father the chieftain sends for you to come to the longhouse." Inside the longhouse, her father sat in his customary spot before the fire, facing the entrance. Off to his left sat her husband and a few of his warriors and facing her father from across the fire with their backs to the entrance were the foreigners. Two village women were busy about the longhouse preparing for the communal dinner. Drusha entered quietly and made her way to the right side of her father and sat. Normally a wife would sit next to her husband, but this is a protocol that Drusha had never followed, always taking her place next to her father. "Ah, greetings my Drusha," her father said proudly, his eyes twinkling. "Greetings, my father," she responded smiling at him. "Menthalos, this is my daughter Drusha, wife of my captain Edan." Their translator spoke, and the leader of the foreigners, named Menthalos, rose, tilted his head slightly forward as he touched his right hand to the center of his forehead. Smiling, he then swept his arm outward in a gesture as he spoke. All his words were unintelligible to Drusha, except for him saying her name. The translator spoke: "Ra, in his journey across the sky, does not pass over another woman as beautiful as Drusha, wife of Edan." Drusha smiled and looked down. The conversation between her father and Menthalos continued, via the translator. Menthalos was the man with dark lines drawn around his eyelids, with a mark running out from each corner. He wore ornaments the likes of which she had never seen, including an arm bracelet made of yellow metal in the shape of two intertwined serpents. He wore a strange foot covering of strips of leather exposing his foot and winding midway between his heel and knee. Drusha learned that these men came from a land very far to the south, called Egypt. It was hard for her to imagine the description Menthalos gave of this land, for she was unfamiliar with many words that even the translator struggled with. She had no idea what a desert was or palm trees. She gathered that Ra was the name of the spirit of the Sun, but she was confused as to who Pepi was, which was mentioned many times. They called him Pharaoh, and was apparently the child of Ra, but she couldn't imagine how the Sun could have a child in the form of a man, and who was also the chieftain of the people of Egypt. Egypt was a land where the sun always shone and it never rained, yet a great river was always abundant with water, and they depended upon this river for all their food. She wasn't clear how a river could provide food to people. At one point she glanced to the dark colored man, who happened to be sitting across the fire from her. He was looking at her. She quickly turned her head away, but after a moment, her eyes looked again over at him from the corner of her eyes. He was still looking at her, unmoving. She raised her chin up slightly, an imperceptible gesture of defiance and confidence that she did not fear his stare. Barely noticeable, a corner of the dark man's lip curled up. They held each other's gaze for what seemed like an eternity. Drusha was frozen, yet refused to yield her gaze. She was amazed at the contrast between the bright whites of his eyes surrounded by the darkness of his face. Drusha finally noticed his lip curl up a little more, and she turned away, and he also. Across the room, their exchange was not lost on Edan who was also staring at the dark man. As the dark man turned his gaze away from Drusha, he noticed her husband staring at him. Their gazes in turn held each others, before the dark man turned away and shifted his sitting position. Drusha looked at her husband, taking note that he was sizing up the dark man, and smiled inwardly. Despite her husband being the strong warrior he was, she thought she detected a little fear mixed with his possessiveness in his expression. Soon the dinner feast was prepared, and the other villagers were invited in by the chieftain. Everyone took their places as food was passed around, but the villagers eyes remained fixed upon their foreign guests. Conversation resumed between her father and Menthalos, including the reason why they had come so far from their homeland. Menthalos replied that he had been commissioned by his chieftain Pharaoh Pepi to explore far lands and establish trade contacts. Many questions were asked of her father concerning geography of the land and of his knowledge of the clans of the land. "If it is trade with our people you are interested in, then the spirits had led you here at the right time, Menthalos," said her father, "The harvest moon is near, and soon all clans throughout the land will make their way to the Great Temple for the Harvest Celebration. Instead of you going to seek out trade and knowledge from all the clans, they will come here to you." Menthalos began asking about the Great Temple, to which her father invited him and his men to visit it tomorrow. Drusha asked her father if she might accompany him, and he agreed. She turned to look at the dark man briefly, saw him watching her once again. When she looked over at her husband he gave her a disapproving frown. Drusha disregarded him by turning away, and this time, gave him the defiant lift of her chin and turned her concentration to her food. The dark man, observing this silent interaction between the woman and her husband, smiled to himself and turned his attention to his food. The next day, the chieftain led a small entourage to the Great Temple. They stayed there until around midday. For Drusha, the talk was uninteresting. While Menthalos didn't seem too impressed with the Stonehenge, he listened politely to her father talk about it. Menthalos then spoke of the stone temples in Egypt, and judging from his descriptions, Stonehenge was tiny by comparison. But Drusha was barely listening. She tried to watch the dark man as much as she could, whenever she thought no one would notice. She was intrigued by him, and the more she looked at him, the more her curiosity grew. She would become embarrassed if he caught her looking at him, which he did on several occasions, especially because when he did catch her, he would smile at her. Drusha was annoyed with her husband, who had been determined to stay by her side throughout this excursion, and it distracted her attention from being able to watch the dark man more. She was annoyed because he had hardly ever shown this much attention to her in the past, and although she had sometimes wished for Edan to give her more attention, she now wished he would disappear. When they had returned to the village, Menthalos asked her father if they could stay here until after the Harvest Celebration. Her father welcomed him to do so. Menthalos and his men then set up tents next to the village. Over the next two weeks, the foreigners and villagers interacted amicably, trading knowledge of different cultures and different ways, in as much as they could from the language barrier. The men of the village invited the foreigners to go out hunting with them on several occasions. Drusha had maintained her curiosity of the dark man, but had done nothing more than trade glances. She didn't even know his name, and even if they did speak to each other, neither would understand the other's language. One evening, after the village had finished eating dinner, Drusha was inside her hut, preparing to hand clean her sleeping furs. She grabbed a water jug and ducked through the entrance of her hut to go fetch some water. It was night, and only the flickering light from fires shown within the various huts. After ducking through her entrance, she straightened upright and almost ran right into the dark man standing before her. She gasped in surprise and froze, looking up at the large man. A nearby fire illuminated one side of his face, while the rest of him blended in to the darkness of the night. His white eyes bore into hers. Her first instinct was to drop the jug and run away, but her whole body was frozen and she could not take her eyes off from his. His mouth grew into a grin, and he tilted his head down and bowed slightly toward her while placing his fingers in the middle of his forehead. Drusha gulped audibly. His bald, shiny head was inches from her face. He raised up and said quietly, "Droosha." The Stonehenge Ch. 02 As Edan was leaving the longhouse, the chieftain watched his daughter as she smiled sweetly, as one does after getting their way. "Will that be all, my father?" "Come sit here next to me for a moment, my daughter. Let's talk." She did as her father requested, and waited expectantly for him to speak. "Ah, Drusha, my daughter," he said with a smile, slowly shaking his head. "You have the spirit of the Northwind in you, just like your mother. And you look just as she did as well, you know, especially when you smile. The Northwind can be a stubborn and difficult spirit, at times even dangerous, and when it blows, nothing that stands in its way can hope to succeed in their intentions and goals of taming it. The Northwind will always have its way. Those who respect that fact, and allow it to blow its course as it will without hindrance, can learn how to harness its power and will prosper from it. The spirit of the Northwind is forever seeking out the spirit of the Southwind, and whenever the two find each other and combine their powers, it always creates a tumultuous tempest, with powerful flashes of lightning, and awesome booms of thunder." Drusha was listening intently. After a short pause, her father continued. "When I was a young man, I had set off on a trading expedition across the angry waters of the Northern Sea. After many days at sea, we came upon the mountainous land of your mother's people. She, like you, was the daughter of a chieftain. Her father knew about his daughter what I know about you, that the spirit of the Northwind was strong in her. She had to search out the spirit of the Southwind, and nothing was going to stop her. So her father allowed her to leave with me, to blow southwards as she was always meant to do. Other men from her clan, who desired her greatly, were envious of me, and this caused great problems, but they couldn't stop the power of the Northwind, though they tried, they were doomed to fail before they even had begun." "Do not worry yourself about the things that attempt to prevent you from doing the things you are destined to do, for they will fail as well. The spirit of the Northwind always will have its way, and it is better for those that help and allow the spirits to do as they will. But always take care in your path, and go with honor." "I will, my father," she smiled, full of love and respect for her father. She rose and hugged him. She left the longhouse and went to find Habiru. Over the next several days, while her husband was gone, Drusha spent nearly all her waking hours with Habiru. After her father had gotten approval from Menthalos for Drusha to learn the Egyptian language with help from Habiru, both Drusha and Habiru enthusiastically set about to the task. Drusha would wake early in the morning and take her meals with Habiru, then stay with him throughout the day. In the evenings, after dinner, when darkness settled over the village, they would sit together in either her hut or his tent, going over Egyptian words and sounds. Drusha was an eager and quick learner, and Habiru was a patient teacher. One evening, a week after her husband had left, they were sitting together in Habiru's tent. They had begun taking their dinners alone, rather than communally in the longhouse, so that way Habiru could continue teaching her as they ate. They had just finished with their food, and Drusha set aside the plates and cups. Drusha thanked him in Egyptian. During the week, Drusha had learned quite a bit, and had tried to use the words as much as she could so they would stick in her mind through repetitive usage. However, her learning Egyptian from Habiru was only secondary to the primary reason she spent so much time with him. Her initial fright of the dark man had quickly turned to curiosity, this curiosity had developed into an interest, and the interest had in turn led to a physical attraction to him. It was a mutual attraction, and they both knew it, yet nothing had happened between them besides glances, smiles, and innocent touching. Both wanted more from each other, yet neither knew how to proceed further, or even if the should. Tonight, that would change. "Dinner good?" asked Drusha in broken Egyptian. "Yes, it was very good, Drusha." She smiled at him, then turned the other way to gather the plates. She stopped in mid-movement when she felt him lightly touch her arm. She turned and looked at him. He raised his hand and began lightly touching her cheek. She just stared at him and before she knew what to do, his lips had touched to hers. She closed her eyes and kissed him back. After a moment she put her hand on his chest and his hand moved around to the back of her head, holding her to him. She tensed for a moment when she felt his other hand cup around her breast from the outside of her clothing. It felt so good to her, and soon she gave into the sensation and let her body relax as he continued to gently grope and massage her breast. She wanted to feel more, but it would have to wait. She broke from the kiss, looking at him with smiling eyes. "I like Habiru!" she said, then let out a little giggle. Habiru gave a short laugh at her expressed excitement in her limited Egyptian. "I like Drusha, too!" "I must go now, and sleep. Goodnight, Habiru," Drusha said, then leaned forward to give him another kiss. Drusha walked back to her hut full of high spirits and wearing a smile that wouldn't leave her face. She giggled to herself a couple of times. That night, both lay awake alone for a while, unable to sleep, and full of good feeling thoughts about the other. The next morning, Drusha and Habiru ate together as usual, but inside of his tent instead of out in the open. They had begun falling into the habit of staying out of sight from the others. After they had finished eating, it wasn't very long before they had begun kissing as they had done last night. Once again, Habiru had moved his hand over her breast, only this time she didn't tense up, and when his hand found its way inside her shirt, she welcomed the feel of his hand on her bare breast with a little moan. She felt like she was on fire. Habiru relished the sensational feel as his hand enveloped the softness of her breast. He moved his hand to the bottom of her breast, cupping her fullness in the palm of his hand. He touched his fingertip to the taut pertness of her nipple. Drusha was getting more excited and the fire in her was building as their kissing grew more passionate and urgent. She let out another moan, a little louder and muffled. From the corner of her eyes, she caught sight of movement within Habiru's clothing at the spot between his legs. His manhood was awakening. Gently, she pushed away from him and he immediately withdrew his hand from within her clothing. "Are you alright, Drusha?" he asked. "Yes, I good, Habiru. But today, I go to Temple to talk with spirits." "I will come with you." Drusha smiled at him, but shook her head. "I go alone." Drusha left his tent, and the village, heading towards the Great Stones. She didn't know why she was going, only that she had felt a sudden, strong urge that told her to go to the Great Stones. It would probably be the last time she would be able to do so before the start of the Harvest Celebration. When she arrived there, she felt at peace among the quiet, towering stones around her. She sat in her usual spot in the center, facing west. The sun was high overhead. From a distance, in a small stand of trees, Habiru watched her, having followed soon after she left the village. Hours passed, but she never moved. Habiru picked up a piece of fallen wood and began work on carving it with his copper knife. When the sun began to dip towards the western horizon, clouds began moving into the sky. Still, Drusha had not moved. Habiru stood and began to walk towards the Great Stones. He walked until he came up behind her. "Drusha?", he called to her softly. She opened her eyes, facing the western sun sublimely. At that moment the wind picked up, blowing chill from the north. She stood slowly and turned to face him. He looked at her serene expression and smile. She walked up to him and embraced him for a moment. When she pulled back, she smiled again, then reached out, undoing the leather ties of his shirt. When the last was undone, she brushed open his shirt, revealing his chest. She ran her hands over his chest, lightly and slowly, before leaning forward to plant small, soft kisses upon it. One hand fell down, rubbing his maleness through his trousers. Habiru reached up to her shoulder and reverently pushed her shirt down off one shoulder, leaving it bare. He continued to push the fabric down her arm, until finally a breast was exposed. Drusha still had her hand firmly upon Habiru's manhood, having felt it as it grew big and hard. She then removed her hand and slid her clothing off from her other shoulder. Her dress was tied at the waist, and so the upper half fell down and hung loosely about her waist, leaving her naked from the waist up. Drusha watched Habiru's expression and it pleased her to see him gaze upon her. Habiru's eyes drank in the sight of her wonderful and awesome nakedness. He had seen light-skinned women before and had often dreamed of them, but he had never seen one naked and certainly not one as fair and beautiful as Drusha. Her skin was creamy smooth and unblemished. Her breasts were perfectly rounded and stood out prominently upon her chest with a largeness and fullness that stood in contrast to her slight frame. Her nipples were small and a pale pink, pointing stiffly out from arousal and the chill air. Habiru exhaled heavily as he ran both hands over her breasts. After satisfying his sense of feel, he leaned forward and lightly kissed first one nipple, then the other, before finally opening his lips to suckle on it. Drusha closed her eyes from the pleasurable feeling. She held his head into her breast for a few moments before gently raising his head up to face her. She wrapped her arms around the back of his neck and locked her lips onto his. As his hands continued to fondle and grope her breasts between them, their tongues began dancing playfully inside each others mouths. After several moments, Drusha reached down without looking and untied his trousers at the waist, then, breaking her lips from his, she glanced down. Habiru commenced with kissing and sucking on her neck. Breathing heavily, Drusha dropped her hand inside his waistband and down into his pants. Her fingers made contact with his hard manhood and she wrapped her fingers around it. Without yet seeing it she felt it was quite large. Then her hand explored down further and she cupped his low-hanging sac of skin in the palm of her hand. She juggled and gently rubbed each of his balls with her fingers, as if measuring them by feel, and was pleasantly surprised by how very large and heavy they both were. She withdrew her hand and took a step back suddenly, surprising Habiru. She looked at him with a seriously determined look upon her face and with eyes glazed over with want and lust. The Northwind picked up with a howl. More clouds were moving fast overhead. She flashed a quick white smile, then grabbed his hand and hurriedly led him a short distance, closer to the center of the Great Stones. She let his hand drop and turned to face him again. She untied the band around her waist and let her dress drop in a heap around her feet and stepped out from it. Habiru's eyes traveled down her fully nude body, to the curve of her hips, down to her shapely firm legs, and to her small feet. His eyes were drawn to the tiny tuft of light blonde hair, almost invisible, against her pale white skin, standing above that treasure of her sweet femininity. She laid upon her back on the earth and opened her legs, giving Habiru a welcoming invitation. He pushed his trousers down and stepped out from them. Drusha stared at his manhood. It was so huge and angry looking, yet hard to make out details in the failing daylight. Habiru knelt down and moved forward between her legs. He leaned down and they began to passionately kiss, making wet smacking sounds. She reached down, grasping his man-tool, and lined it up, touching the tip of it to her wet opening. Her hips began undulating, as though with a mind of their own. Habiru brought his hips slightly down and forward, and she felt the beginning of his entry into her, as her tight vaginal lips spread and parted. Immediately, Drusha felt like the wind was taken from her lungs, and her eyes opened wide. The pressure between her legs was immense, and yet it didn't stop her hips from rocking up and down, attempting to take more of him into her. Drusha knew of sex only in the few times she and her husband had engaged in it. She had been disappointed the first time she coupled with her husband, and hadn't looked forward to doing it ever since. She derived no pleasure from her husband. Now, with Habiru, it was completely different. It hurt mildly, much like the first time with her husband, only difference was that now the pain was mixed with pleasure. She grimaced and bit her lower lip. Habiru caressed her cheek and whispered words of reassurance to her as he continued to slide into her, pushing ever so slowly. "Are you alright, Drusha?" She nodded, accentuating her determination and resolve to continue by reaching around and grasping his buttocks, pulling him forward and giving him the encouragement to continue going deeper. So he continued, forcefully spreading and invading her inner regions to accommodate his large shaft. Being as Drusha had only previously known her husband, she was quite surprised to discover that such a dramatic difference existed in the quantity and quality between men. So she had entered upon this coupling with Habiru wholly unprepared for what he was giving her and how it felt. Instinctively, she raised her legs up and bent them at the knees and this helped to relieve some of the pressure and helped him to slide further in a little easier. When Habiru's cock had gone in about three-quarters of its length, Drusha let out a little cry of pain, as nothing had ever penetrated this deep in her before and it hurt a bit. But even as she endured it, the pain began to subside and was replaced with a pleasure so exquisite and wonderful. Finally, she felt the skin from his ball sac touch her own skin. She looked down between her legs and let out a audibly sigh of relieve when she saw he was buried completely into her and that they were now fully joined. The sight of his dark skin next to her pale whiteness was such a beautiful contrast to Drusha. She felt a pleasure build up inside her, gathering strength, she tossed her head back and cried out with such a pleasurable feeling like she had never experienced before. Her whole body shuddered in waves from the feeling. The waves came together between her legs and exploded in a dizzying orgasm. Habiru eased back out, and slowly pushed back in, and continued to do this in rhythm, each time going a litter quicker. Drusha began panting and moaning. She noticed the wind had suddenly died down and shifted direction, coming now from the south. Habiru laid down on top of her, covering her whole body under him. Drusha wrapped her arms and legs around his back. He was now pumping into her hard and fast. The pleasure Drusha was feeling was so great that she felt as if she were going to pass out. The wind was now blowing stronger and howling through the stones. The clouds were growing dark and ominous, already blocking out the dying sunlight and hastening in the night. Drusha thought she heard the rumble of far-off thunder, although she thought it could very well have been her imagination, brought on by the overwhelming power and pleasure from the lovemaking between she and Habiru. Habiru slowed to a stop, breathing hard and trying to regain his strength. Drusha had lost count of how many orgasms she had. She didn't even know when one ended and another began, or even if it was just one long continuous orgasm. She began thrusting her hips upward, sliding herself up and down his shaft to compensate for Habiru's pause and allowing him to rest for a moment. Habiru pushed himself up with his arms, and with a grunt, resumed frantically pumping into Drusha. Reaching his arms underneath the backside of her legs, he brought them up, pinning them forward, with her knees nearly touching her breasts and her feet pointing skywards. He slowed to long, slow strides. "Oh yes! That feels so great, Habiru! Ohhh, I love it! Faster, go faster!" There was a storm coming, and it was fast approaching from the south. Drusha wailed and Habiru groaned, their voices carried away on the wind. Drusha could feel and hear the rhythmic slapping of skin on skin as Habiru's balls smacked against her bottom, over and over again. Drusha felt Habiru grow tense. He grimaced and let out a primal growl. Drusha tossed her head back with a wailing scream. A loud boom of thunder burst suddenly, followed by a flash of lightning. Opening her eyes, Drusha glimpsed the ghostly apparition of the forbidding stones by the quick flash of lightening. It all felt so surreal. She felt the first hot gush of Habiru's seed as it pulsed powerfully deep into her, followed by a second, third, and fourth gush. She stopped counting but she continued to feel his cock twitching inside of her, and each spasm was followed by the feel of more of his seed flowing up into her. She felt has the warmth from his hot seed spread throughout her, coating even the innermost hidden recesses of her womb. The feeling was indescribable for Drusha, but it was without a doubt the most wonderful and exquisite feeling she had ever felt in her life up until that point. They both fell still, looking into each others eyes, both panting and trying to recover. It was almost totally dark now. Another bright flash of lightning illuminated the eerie gray stones, and they were brought out of their glowing post-coital state and back into reality. Habiru pulled himself up, his cock sliding wetly out of Drusha's cream-filled cunt. They hurried in putting their clothes back on, then hurried off in the direction of the village just as the storm was reaching its furious pitch with a wind-driving slanting rain. Earlier, before the arrival of the storm when the sun was still partially visible, the chieftain had crested a rise a little to the southeast of the Great Stones, near the same small stand of trees that Habiru had been sitting in even earlier. He was making his way to the Great Stones to resolve some logistical problems he was concerned about with the upcoming Harvest Celebration. He stopped as he looked below and spotted Drusha and Habiru facing each other among the Great Stones. He walked unhurriedly to the trees and sat down amongst them. He watched as his daughter led the dark man by the hand a spot a short distance, then as their clothes fell away and she laid herself upon her back on the ground, to be followed by Habiru moving down and over her. The chieftain glanced down on the ground next to him and noticed some wood shavings, and then a small piece of wood that had been carved into some strange shape. At first he didn't know what to make of the wood carving and studied it for a moment longer. Suddenly, there came a great gust of wind pushed upon fast moving gray clouds. The chieftain glanced skywards as the sun was blocked out by the clouds and it began to grow prematurely dark. He looked back down at the wood carving, his forehead crinkled in thought. He heard a high-pitched, although faint from distance, cry come from his daughter. He watched as they moved and writhed urgently together in their unmistakable mutual activity. The Stonehenge Ch. 02 Suddenly, the chieftain's eyes widened in epiphany and he quickly looked back at the wood carving. It was an object from the spirits, sent to convey a message to him. The meaning of its purpose as yet eluded him, but he knew it held something of great importance. He stood up and tucked the wood carving under his belt. A storm was coming and he quickly turned and made his way back towards the village. By the time Drusha and Habiru made it back to the village they were soaking wet and the rain was coming down in torrents. The storm was had driven everyone to the shelter of their huts, and the only activity around was the lazily rising smoke from the fires burning within each hut. Drusha led Habiru to her hut and they both ducked quickly inside to escape from the storm. Inside they both set about helping each other make a fire. Drusha was shivering from the wet and cold, but inside she felt a warm glow from their recent coupling. She was all smiles and could barely keep her eyes from showing her desire of Habiru. Once the fire was started, she moved over and began to remove Habiru's clothes from him, hanging them up to dry by the fire, before quickly removing her own. They both sat down naked beside each other before the fire to let the cackling flames warm and dry them. They both turned their heads to look at each other and smiled, before allowing their eyes to wander over and gaze admiringly at each other's bodies. Drusha placed her hand on Habiru's leg above his knee. No words were spoken, but the looks they gave each other was the only communication that was needed. Once she was adequately warmed and dry, Drusha stood and walked over to the sleeping furs. She bent over to prepare them to sleep in. Habiru admired her smooth and fully rounded, bare white buttocks facing him. He reached his hand and rubbed her butt. Drusha glanced back at him and giggled. His hand drifted down to the bottom curve of her butt. Drusha slid her right foot out, allowing her legs to slightly open, and giving room to Habiru's wandering hand to go up from her butt to between her legs. Habiru cupped her mound with his hand, then drew his hand back, tracing his finger along her moistening slit. He moved back up and reverently rubbed her clit. Drusha cooed in delight. She then moved to lie down within the furs. She motioned for Habiru to come lie next to her. Habiru stood up. Drusha's eyes immediately fell upon his low hanging manhood, with it's equally low-hanging and heavy ball sac. She reached up and felt the softness of his balls, and jingled them in her fingers, as if she were measuring the weight. She then wrapped her fingers around his semi-hard shaft. She looked up at him with hungry and desirous eyes. His shaft began to grow and harden, and as he knelt down to lie next to her, Drusha kept her hand firmly on it, feeling it harden. Lying together on their sides facing each other, they began to kiss passionately, and their bodies pressed against each other, her supple and full breasts pressed firmly against his chest, and his cock seemingly finding its own way between her legs as if by instinct. Drusha felt Habiru's tongue pass between her lips and enter her mouth, and a few seconds later she moaned into his mouth as she felt his hardness slide slowly into her hot, aching pussy. He reached an arm under her leg at the knee and raised her leg up, allowing him to slide himself all the way into her. For the second time, their bodies were fully joined. As the rain poured and the storm raged outside with flashes of lightening and booms of thunder, nobody would be able to hear her screams of ecstasy. The Stonehenge She watched him with wide, frightened eyes. He pointed at his chest, "Habiru." A long silence passed as they stood watching each other before Drusha could get her bearing back, and she forced her mouth to work as she whispered, "Habiru." His smile grew, and he nodded his head slowly. Hesitantly, and slowly, he raised his hand up, and gently touched with his fingers her blond hair as it fell over her shoulders. "Droo-sha," he said again, as if savoring the sound upon his tongue. This time, it was Drusha who slowly smiled, and her tense body began to relax. As he continued to allow his fingers to play in her golden locks, slowly and hesitantly Drusha began to raise her arm up. She pointed her forefinger on the exposed skin of his muscular chest. "Habiru," she repeated, looking at him. Her eyes drifted down to where her finger was touching his chest. She opened her hand and let all her fingertips lightly touch upon his chest. She felt like she had no control and that her movements were being made by something other than her mind. Her eyes slowly drifted up back to meet his. She felt his hand fall and lightly touch her shoulder, and drift down her arm. It made her spine tingle. She rested her palm flat on his chest. She looked down again, and noticed how white her small hand was against his dark, muscular chest. Footsteps were heard coming towards them. Both Drusha and Habiru let their hands fall to their side. Habiru continued watching her. "Drusha?" Edan called. "What is happening? Are you alright?" "I am fine, husband," she replied as Edan came around from behind Habiru and stood looking threateningly at the dark man. Habiru smiled broadly and bowed at Edan with his fingers on his forehead while saying "Edan". Drusha walked off with her jug to go fetch water. Edan turned to watch her go, and when he turned back to face the dark man, Habiru had already begun walking away in the opposite direction. Later, as Drusha was back in her hut cleaning the sleeping furs, her mind was racing and replaying what had occurred. She kept on saying the name Habiru over and over in her mind. She couldn't help by smile a little. She felt an excitement unlike any she had ever felt. Then her husband entered the hut, and her smile disappeared and was replaced by a frown, and instantly she was annoyed by him, first by how he had earlier interrupted she and Habiru, and now he was interrupting her thoughts about it. Edan stood watching her for a moment. Drusha continued her chore without looking up at him. Neither spoke to the other. Edan bent down to remove his footwear, then moved to sit at the back of the hut. "You should have cleaned our sleeping furs earlier in the day. When will you be finished, wife? I am tired," Edan said gruffly. "I am almost finished, husband." Edan took out a cloth bundle from a nearby basket and unwrapped it. It contained his tools of stone working. He began chipping an arrowhead with his chisel. "Husband, please do not do that within our hut. I have just cleaned and do not wish to feel your clippings on my backside as I sleep." Edan just grunted, but continued on with his stone working. Soon Drusha had finished with the sleeping furs and spread them out. She lay down to sleep, lying as far as possible from where her husband would lie. She positioned herself with her back facing him. She lay there awake for a while, listening to her husband's tapping, but in her mind she thought of Habiru. The next morning, the village was at its usual bustle of activity. Drusha was helping the other women prepare and serve the morning meal. Edan and his warriors sat in a group, talking and laughing near the longhouse as they were being served by several women. Drusha looked over at the foreigners' tents. She noticed Habiru sitting cross-legged in front of his tent, working intently on something. She decided to help two other women in serving the foreigners. She made her way to Habiru. Habiru looked up from his work as Drusha walked up next to him. She bowed her head and held out his portion of food and drink. He rose and accepted it from her as she raised her head and looked at him. His smile was one of gracious warmth. He spoke, saying her name and some other words she didn't understand, but which she assumed to be words of thanks. She smiled back cautiously. She turned and walked away and Habiru watched her go. He then sat and began to eat as he looked out upon the surrounding landscape. A couple moments later, he sensed someone approaching. It was Drusha again, holding more food and drink. He watched as she sat down upon her knees next to him. She kept her eyes down as she began eating. Habiru faced forward again to look out across the land as he resumed eating. Drusha began to look at him from the corner of her eyes without making it obvious. She studied the strange markings on his right arm. There were two serpents intertwined with each other around a spear. Their heads faced away from the other, and their forked tongues were sticking out. Above them was an eye with a heavy black line around it that edged off to one side, much like how Menthalos's eyes were. She had gathered that it was a mark of importance among Egyptians. Drusha knew that warriors of her land would paint markings on themselves before going into battle. But Habiru's markings were different. They weren't painted on, but seemed to be somehow a part of his skin. She had never seen anything like it. She also couldn't help but notice how muscular he was. His bulging arms served to emphasize the markings there. She thought he looked so much stronger than her husband, the village's top warrior. Tentatively, she reached out and touched the markings, tracing them with her fingers. He looked down, watching her hand as he chewed his food. She looked at him to see if he would object. "Serpent," Drusha said. Habiru looked up at her. "Pharoah's army," replied Habiru. Drusha repeated his words, though she knew not what they meant. Her fingers left the markings and glided over his bulging bicep. "Strong," she said appreciatively. She shuffled forward a bit on her knees and craned her head around to look at his front side. With mouth slightly opened, she looked like a child overcome with curiosity. She brought her hand up to his garment and tugged it open to get a better view of the markings on his chest. She traced her fingers along the smooth lines of his chest for a moment, until, suddenly aware of her impropriety, she blushed and moved away. She composed herself and resumed eating. Habiru said nothing and did nothing. After they had finished their morning meal, Drusha took Habiru's plate and cup and set it aside next to hers. Habiru expected her to leave, but she remained sitting next to him. After a while, Drusha began to casually draw the image of a serpent in the dirt between them. When she finished, she looked up with a proud smile, and pointed at it, then pointed at Habiru. "Habiru," she said, with sweetness in her voice. Habiru then began to draw in the dirt. He drew a sun, with sunbeams extending out from it. When he had finished he pointed at it, then reached up to touch Drusha's hair. "Your hair is as radiant as the sun, Droo-sha," he said admiringly. Drusha understood the meaning. Her eyes and her mouth beamed at the compliment. Habiru then continued to draw in the dirt again. He drew an eye, with lines pointing from the eye to the sun. When he finished, he pointed to his eye, then pointed at Drusha. "Droo-sha is very pleasing to Habiru's eyes," he spoke, gesturing for effect. Drusha's smile grew larger. A giggle escaped from her lips and she felt a pleasing tingle from somewhere in her body. For a few long seconds they looked into each other's eyes, smiling. She reached out and touched his knee, while simultaneously turning her attention to what he had been working on before she arrived, as if by creating the distraction of turning her attention elsewhere, it gave her the legitimate pretext to touch him. This subtle method worked, just as it always had and always will, for untold generations of females, past, present and future. Habiru felt her hand on his knee, but he let her instead draw his attention to what she was looking at, and let her hand stay where it was. They spent the rest of the morning together, learning how to communicate with each other as best they could. Across the village, Edan sat among his group of fellow warriors, laughing and talking over the morning meal. The smile upon Edan's face diminished when he caught a glimpse of his wife at a distance, sitting next to the dark man. He began staring and jealousy arose within him as he watched them touching each other and smiling. Meanwhile, Drusha's father, the chieftain, appeared at the doorway of the longhouse after finishing his meal. He looked out over his village and its people as they went about their business. Several feet away were his warriors, gathered round in a circle and eating. He noticed that among the whole group, only his captain and son, Edan, wasn't talking or laughing. He had a dark expression upon his face. The chieftain followed the direction of Edan's attention. Among the foreigners sat his daughter, next to the dark man they called Habiru. The chieftain's first impression was one of concern and safety for his daughter. Then he noticed how at ease and relaxed she was, and then he saw her do something that he hadn't seen her do in quite a while; she was smiling, and so animate, like how she used to be. It warmed his heart to see her enjoyment and happiness, and a smile etched upon his face as he watched her. He glanced at Edan again for a moment, and he arched an eyebrow in thought, then he turned around and went back into the longhouse again. Around midday, Drusha left Habiru to return to her hut. Almost immediately after she entered, Edan came in behind her. He spoke to her sharply. "I watched you with that dark man this morning." "His name is Habiru. And what of it?" "I do not want you to be around him anymore." "They are guests and it is all of our duty to be hospitable towards them. My father, the chieftain, would agree." "It is inappropriate, and after I inform the chieftain of the behavior of which I witnessed between you and him this morning, I believe it is I with whom he will agree with." "My father, the chieftain, has more pressing matters to worry over with the coming Harvest Celebration. You shouldn't trouble his mind with such things." Edan just smiled at her, as if he felt he had her where he wanted her. Then he ducked out and left the hut. A few hours later, Drusha was summoned to the longhouse. Her father and Edan were the only ones inside. They both looked up as she entered. Edan had a smug grin on his face as he watched her approach. "You wanted to see me, my father." "Yes, Drusha. Your husband has brought to my attention that you have been spending time among the foreigners, especially with the dark one they call Habiru. Your husband is distressed and considers your actions inappropriate." "I regret my husband feels this way, my father. This morning I helped prepare and serve the morning meal for our guests. Once I had finished serving, I took my meal and tried conversing with the man Habiru. He had been working with a metal, fashioning an ornament. I became curious because I have never seen a metal such as he had. He is very skilled and I believe we can learn new ways from these foreigners. With your permission, my father, I would like to learn how to speak their language." "There is no need for that," Edan spoke, "They have a translator who can..." The chieftain held up his hand to silence Edan. "My father, they have a translator, but as our clan is the most prestigious of the land, I believe it would be beneficial for us to have one of our own that knows how to speak their language, especially if we intend to establish regular trade with the Egyptians. Our clan's prestige would certainly grow if this were to happen. Our clan would be the one in which future trading parties from Egypt will deal with, and in turn we can trade things we receive further inland. Also, we would be at a better advantage to learn their ways, such as how to work metal, which is superior to stone or bone. The translator works at deciphering their words, but he is not of our people, and has no vested interest in our clan. We don't need a translator, we need an envoy from our people to strengthen ties with these Egyptians." "Drusha, you are truly a child every chieftain wishes for. I agree with your counsel. You shall be our envoy to the Egyptians and you shall start today with learning their language. I shall confer with Menthalos on this subject." "Thank you, father. If it is acceptable to you, my father, and Menthalos, I would like to work closely with the man Habiru. This morning he and I made great progress at communicating, and I believe I can learn the best through him." "I do not see any problem with that, though I shall have to ask Menthalos." "My chieftain," Edan spoke up plaintively, "I wholly object to this and believe another would do better in this position than Drusha. She is a woman, after all...." "Silence, Edan," the chieftain snapped, "This woman is as valuable in thought as you are in toughness. Her job is to think, which she is well qualified to do. Your job is to be tough. As such, I have a job for you to do now. Take yourself and two of your men and go send word to the other clans before they leave for the Harvest Celebration. Tell them to expect foreign visitors at the Celebration. Be back two nights before the Harvest Moon. As for your concerns about your wife acting improper with the dark man called Habiru, concern yourself no further. I find that Drusha was acting for the best interest of her clan, and did nothing to dishonor you as a husband. Far from reprimanding her in her actions, I am commending them, and I hope and encourage her to work even more closely with Habiru in the coming days while you are away. I want her to learn as much as she can before the Harvest Celebration, in order for our clan to be the representative clan for the Egyptians to all the other clans. Edan, you should think more about your clan, and less of yourself. Now, you are dismissed." Edan glared at Drusha as he passed by. This time it was Drusha who was wearing the sly and smug grin upon her beautiful face. She was going to look forward to working really closely with Habiru, and couldn't wait to begin.