Thank you very much for your interest in this sex-enriched fantasy story. I do hope what meager talent I have to offer will give you a little break from your everyday life and lend wings to your imagination. Now I don’t consider myself a “professional” writer of any sort, though I do strive to present my tales as well as I possibly can. If you have questions, if you feel like giving me a verbal pat on the back or a harsh lecture (or really anything in between, I’ll take what feedback I can get), I do have a couple of links for your convenience at the end of this file.
— Paul
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CONTENT WARNING: The text below is, by its intent, explicit in nature. It is unrated and for mature audiences only. This is neither intended nor suitable for any minors, nor adults that do not want to be exposed to descriptions of non-realistic sexual intercourse in a fantasy setting. It is your own choice and responsibility if you continue reading.
I’ll break it down for those hard of understanding:
Non-realistic — The things described herein do not work in the real world. Not At All! And by that, I mean “not at all”. Just like you can’t turn a frog into a prince, there’s no way to turn the plain maid into a big-chested princess by blowing her up. You’ll just end up with pieces of dead plain maid all over the room. So, don’t even for a second think about it. I can’t believe I’m actually writing this. It’s like having to say, “hey, you know, broomsticks don’t really fly, so you better not grab one and jump out the window, m’kay?” Are there really people that stupid out there? Gosh, I hope I never meet one of those.
Sexual intercourse — Two or more people of the same or different sex and legal age, doing teh nastay together. Ask yourself, and be honest: Do You Want To Read About That? Should you read about that? Are you legally entitled to read that? If "No", then What Are You Doing Here?
Fantasy setting — Far, far away in a mirror universe. Faery tale. Magic. Wizardry. Totally made up. Out of this world. In other words, restating the obvious: Do Not Try This At Home!
Siren Song, Part 1 – Home By The Sea (World of Altaerna, 1185)
by
Paul Gerard (a pen name)
First Draft started 2008-06-17
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Obscure inspirational music reference:
"A siren from the deep / came to me / sang my name / my longing …" – Nightwish, Ghost Love Score
Altaerna — A world, where the laws of reality may become mere guidelines at any given time, where magic and machinery are intertwined, where all those things creeping in the shadows of fantasy may step forward onto the mind’s stage.
This story unfolds in medieval times, around the 12th Century. 1185, if you’re one for nitpicking.
Part 1: Home by the Sea
Chapter 1: On The Beach
The sand was warm under her naked feet and the high cliffs shielded the beach from the constant wind. Sunlight sparkled on the gently rolling ripples. Seagulls screeching in the distance and the lulling noise of the waves were the only sounds.
Barbara pulled the scarf from her head and ran her fingers through her long blond hair. A few strands danced over her eyes as she stared out at the endless sea. The mooring of her groom’s fishing boat was empty. Later this afternoon, onshore winds would carry Dave’s cockleshell boat back to his lovely, love-hungry bride. Their secret marriage was almost a year old now, yet routine hadn’t settled in. Couldn’t settle in, but Barbara didn’t want to think about that just now.
She slipped her dress’ straps off her shoulders and let her arms hang down. Bereft of support and with nothing on her lithe body protruding far enough for the coarse linen to get caught on, it tickled down her skin and crumpled around her feet. Barbara stepped out of the small circle of bleached cloth and towards the gray boulders that littered the bright sand at the water’s edge.
The clear water was not warm by any stretch, but still warmer than she had expected it to be. She waded in until it just barely licked against her crotch’s blond curls. The light, repeating touch sent shivers up her spine. Barbara cupped her nervous sex in her palm and kneaded her slim labia to quell her growing arousal. Lowering herself into the blue, she began swimming with long strokes, and the whirling currents forming between her legs soothed the sensuous tickling as the cool water sucked the heat from her hungry flesh.
Several dozen yards out the waters were too deep to stand, and the ocean floor turned from bright sand into darker cobbles, overgrown with seaweed. The temperature dropped further. Barb didn’t care much. “Fishblood” wasn’t the nicest of nicknames, but the young woman had to admit it wasn’t all that undeserved. Her habit of going for a half-hour swim in mid-January was unusual, even for a lass from a long line of weather-hardened fishermen and pearl diving women. Now, in late May, she felt like she could keep on swimming forever.
Something rough yet slimy touched her leg. Barbara jerked away and pulled up her thighs. Salty cold hit her face and blinded her for a moment. Coughing and sputtering, she turned on the spot and caught sight of a dark shadow moving under her.
The water stung in her eyes as she submerged her face and forced her eyelids open. In her blurred vision, she saw a pulsating, sparkling bundle struggling beneath her legs, rolling back and forth over the ocean floor with the waves’ currents. She took a deep breath and dove the couple of feet. Her fingers touched a delicate mesh of strands. Barbara grabbed it and pulled it after her towards the beach.
It was a tangled net, filled with the biggest, most impressive catch of fish Barbara had ever seen. Now that it no longer floated in the water, Barbara’s strength wasn’t enough to lift it. Trapped by the tightly woven fibers, the fish inside were but a gasping, writhing mass of scales sparkling in silver and gold. She dragged it back into the water and tied the unexpected gift to one of the poles of the small pier before she laid herself down to dry on the warm, bleached wood.
Dave’s going to be so proud, she grinned. Besides, that’s a net much better than his patched old one with the holes and the rotted threads. But where did it come from?
Barbara propped herself up on her elbows. Her eyes searched the horizon. No sail, no ship, just that distant line separating water from sky. She rolled over from her back to her belly, let her hand hang down to the licking waves and traced the intricate weaving of the thin but strong fibers. Seeing them finished, the knots made perfect sense, but neither she nor any of the weavers from the small town nearby would’ve put them where they were.
Must’ve come loose from some passing ship. That’s no workmanship from around our coast, Barbara mused. Ah, finders keepers, losers weepers.
The boat rocked as David turned about and cast his net out to where he knew the school of fish to be. He could see them sparkling just under the surface, and his aim was impeccable. And yet, like the ten times he had tried before, the net he drew back in was empty. He cursed. This was going to be another one of those days.
The splash and wooden thud behind him made him spin around. Trying to escape back into the water, a plump fish the size of his arm slapped about on the planks.
“Oh no you won’t,” snarled Dave and dumped the whole net on his accidental catch. “If only so I don’t come home empty-handed!”
Barbara caught the rope that David threw at her and tied it down to their small dock. Her husband’s face told her all she needed to know.
“Another bad day?” she asked anyway.
He nodded.
“Well, almost,” Dave added with a smile and pulled up his net with his catch. “We might not have something to sell today, but at least we’ll have something to eat.”
“Oh, you’ll be surprised,” laughed Barbara and led him down to the waterline. “Care to lend me a hand? I’ve found something to make you happy.”
“Barbara,” he intoned with mock seriousness and took in the sight of her slender body. “Shameless girl, you can’t do that, not out in the open in the middle of a sunny day!”
“What? Oh you big klutz, it’s not all about your marvelous manhood! I’ll get to that later,” she smirked back. “I’ve done a bit of fishing by myself without even trying, and I got very lucky.”
“Oh yes, you’re my good-luck charm,” he groaned through gritted teeth as he struggled to get the bundle of net and fish out of the water. “Let’s sort them apart and put them into the baskets until the trader comes by.”
Barbara waded out into the surf, grabbed the ropes of the line of willow baskets floating just beneath the surface and pulled them in.
“Haven’t seen this kind around here before,” Dave mused. “They’re a lively bunch.”
He bowed down and grabbed a gold-scaled, foot-long fish with both hands. Moments later, he spat and snorted and wiped saltwater from his face. “Lively all right. You’re first in line for dinner now!”
“That’s why I didn’t put my clothes back on,” laughed Barbara, her skin dripping and droplets running down her lithe, toned figure as the frenzied mass of fins sprayed water all around.
“Oh, really? It wasn’t to cheer up your husband?” he snickered back as she circled him to pick up the next box. Dave jerked as Barbara’s hand sneaked up from behind, ran up the inside of his left leg and took a determined, cupped hold of his privates.
“You really need any more cheering up?” she breathed, leaning her willowy shape on him.
“I can always do with some more cheering up, love,” he whispered back. “And soaked all the way through like I am now, I’ll need to get naked and lay out all my clothes to dry.”
“How … convenient,” Barbara rasped back.
She let go and straightened. “Let’s get the catch sorted first. Don’t want your dangle to get chewed on by anyone but me, and those fishes, they’ve got sharp teeth,” laughed the young woman. “Well, might not be such a bad idea to have your enormous rod pruned a bit, given that it’s almost our anniversary yet we haven’t managed to put it all the way into me, eh?”
“Ouch! You’ve got a nasty mind, wife!” grimaced Dave.
“Just can’t bear the waiting,” she laughed with just a hint of unease.
“There, that’s the last one,” whispered Barbara. Her slender fingers spread Dave’s shirt and pulled it off his shoulders. “And now —”
“— The womb?” he inquired, closing his strong arms around her. His hands wandered down her back and traced the depressions at the root of her spine.
“I could ride you right here and now,” she offered before she closed his mouth with her lips again. Her next sound was a moan through her nose as his fingers grabbed her firm buttocks and lifted her higher. Trapped between their bodies, Dave’s warm, swelling rod pushed against her curls-covered mons veneris. She secured herself on his hips, drawing up her thighs and clamping him in their vise. “Heavens, I’m all wet inside and out. Today’s the day! I can feel it, today I’ll take you to the hilt!”
Dave carried her over to the cliff’s face. Over the course of the centuries the winter’s high tides had washed out a chain of caves, some huge as houses, some just a few hand’s widths high. The ceiling of the one they called “the womb” reached to Barbara’s hip, went into the rock a dozen feet deep and spread just wide enough for a couple to lay side by side.
Barbara clung to her husband’s chest and hips as he went down on hands and knees and crawled into the darkness of their love nest. Dave lowered his muscular weight on her, and Barbara squealed with delight as she became embossed into the ground and the clean, cool, soft sand shaped itself around her back and buttocks, holding her in place.
“Slowly, dear,” she moaned as he inched down and his twitching rod slid over her lower belly. The engorged head wandered over her bud. She slanted her hips forward. The warm peach-sized cone lodged itself between her slim outer lips.
“Still too tight,” Barbara wailed as his first thrust ran painfully against her narrow gap. “Oh Dave, I — nnngh! — I’m just too tight! But I don’t want to wait any more!” She grabbed his fat manhood with both hands and pushed. Groaning and spreading her legs wide, Barbara worked the stiff pole over her pink gap. It squeezed into her, opening her further. She gained half an inch, then another, but the delight turned into stinging pain before she even managed to cram the glans into her, and she let go, tears of anger welling in her eyes.
Dave rolled his weight off her slender frame. She turned her back on him and slammed her fist into the sand.
“Not again,” she growled through gritted teeth. “Why am I so tiny down there? I’m useless as your wife, Dave! I’m just a disfigured freak!And here I’ve got the most glorious man in all the shire, but I can’t — I’m — mmh! — ahh!”
His right hand ran from her hips up to her chest. Dave gently pulled her close, spooning her. His left hand traced her buttocks, found their crack and slipped between her legs. Well-lubed skin parted around his middle finger. He dipped his fingertip into the tight, wrinkled entrance and marched on.
“Not in the mood, Dave,” snarled the disappointed young woman.
He leaned over and kissed her shoulder while his fingers twisted her hard nipples ever so gently.
“Just let me soothe your poor little castle gate,” he whispered. “It’s been so brave and defiant again, it deserves some reward.”
“Sheesh! I wish it would just give in.” Barbara’s fingers drummed impatiently on the sand. “This itching, it’s so deep inside, I just can’t scratch it. Week after week after week! Maybe I really should have a chat with old Miss Mawson, the midwive’s got to have the knowings about how women are supposed to be opened.”
Dave’s moistened finger slid over her pee hole and circled the swollen clit. Barbara gasped for air. That cheeky finger, it went round and round, it didn’t let up.
“Dave, stop it!”
“It doesn’t hurt, does it?”
She shook her head. “No, it’s just wasted time, dear.”
“Is it? A fisherman’s got to be nothing if not patient. And round and round again —”
Barbara sighed and listened to the gentle noise of the waves. Yeah, alright, so Dave liked to feel her body. And it was kind of nice, just resting in this secluded hideaway, cuddling with her lovable hunk of over-hung husband. And his fingers were tender in their constant circling, but really, what for —
A warm, wet itching. It started right at the center of the tiny circles Dave kept on drawing. From right in her bud, it spread deeper into Barbara’s flesh.
“Gods! Dave —”
Barbara raised her leg and gave him room to reach further.
“Oh gods! Dave, you’ve done it again, you — yuuuh — huuuh! Mmmmwaaah—!”
She groped blindly behind her back, and he crawled higher until Barbara managed to grab his twitching appendage to return his favors.
“Gently, Barb —”
“Mnnngh Dave —”
Round and round.
“D—aaahyve!”
Round and round and round. Each turn kept adding to that strange heat in her womb. Warmer and warmer.
“Dave, I — Aaiiih! — Catching fire!”
She grabbed his dick hard, and he changed the angle of his hand.
“Dave! ‘ayve! ‘ayyyyve! ‘ayve!”
Barbara bucked on his palm. His forefinger took over and kept on circling her swollen, engorged knob.
“Hhhhayyve! Hhaah—!”
His middle finger slid back down and spread her narrow gate. One knuckle, two knuckles, up and down her moist cleft, in and out the tight hole. Barbara’s hips rocked back and forth, and while her one hand milked her man’s stiff cock, the other’s fingers caressed her delirious face as her husband finger-fucked her to orgasm.
“Fire — burnyyyyying — fiiyyyyyaaaahhh!”
Her tight, wet tube flexed and cramped around his probing digit.
“Aaaayyyvvve!”
Spent, Barbara slumped down and trapped his hand between her thighs.
“Dave — Dave —,” she moaned blissfully. Pre-cum coated her palm and lubed her sliding, milking grasp. Recovering from her wrecking climax, she slid her hand up and down his painfully hard erection faster.
“Barb — raah!”
Her slender fingers were spread apart as David’s organ throbbed fatter still in her grip. Thick, warm spurts filled her palm, and a few drops squirted over her buttocks. He sagged down, gasping for air.
“I’m — sorry — just — couldn’t hold — out,” he managed.
“Good enough for me,” Barbara panted and only slowly caught her breath. “Tomorrow’s another day,” she smiled as she turned around to hug him. “Tomorrow, we’ll manage to get together properly.”
Chapter 2: Surprise Filling
Barbara slid her fried dinner from the cast-iron pan onto her wooden plate. Hissing and blowing on her fingertips every now and then, she scraped the golden scales from the fish.
“They come off easy enough. And the flesh feels nice and firm. More like fowl than fish.”
“No.” Dave reached out and held her wrist just as she was about to put the white meat into her mouth.
“Mwa?”
“It might be poison. Better just take little bite and wait.”
“It’s no snake, Dave,” smiled Barbara.
“Doesn’t make much of a difference. Remember poor Cal? And he only stepped on a thornback.”
“All right, all right.” She sighed and held the lump up to her husband’s mouth. “Let me guess. You’re going to say tasting it is your responsibility, too?”
“Thafs exfak — hot hot hot! Ouch! — emmfaf — yeech!” He spat the tiny bite right back out and made his worst face. “Eeyuck! It’s disgusting! Thank goodness we haven’t sold it to anyone! What vile taste is this?”
“Huh? It smelled so good in the pan! Let me —” She tore another minuscule bite from the bones. “I mean, look at it! None of those ugly tiny fish bones. It’s made to be eaten, can’t you see?” Barbara chewed slowly. “And what are you complaining about? Tastes great! Much better than the blue snappers! Gonna be my new favorite.”
“Still, no,” Dave insisted. His wife sighed and gave in.
The horizon lit up slowly and changed from dark blue into red, then orange. The first rays of sunlight crept in through the wooden blinds.
Barbara’s fingers drummed on the frame of the bed. She turned over halfway and watched her husband as he woke up. A little twitch went through his body when he found her impatiently staring at him.
“Right, so it’s morning, and none of us had the runs. So, not poison. Happy? Can I eat it now?” she inquired.
“You’re up already?”
“Just so you know it, I haven’t slept for a moment. Leaving this delicacy getting cold on the table, it’s torture.”
“Oh all right.” Dave playfully shoved his complaining wife. “Just keep that stinky-fish away from me. And here I was so sure I knew what you liked.”
In a heartbeat, Barbara was out of bed and hunkered naked over the table, dived into the cold fish with both hands and wolfed it down. “Mwall fe mwore for mwe fen,” she mumbled with bulging cheeks.
Dave laughed and caressed her slender back.
“Don’t stuff yourself too much, dear. I’m going down to the boat, need to fix the old net and see what I can do with the new one. Give me a yell when the trader comes by, willya?”
Barbara wiped her mouth and slumped back on the chair. She patted her belly that didn’t feel all that stuffed despite the huge dish she had just devoured.
“Filling, you ain’t,” she sighed and cast a disappointed look at the heap of fishbones by the plate. Her eyes wandered over to the three other fishes.
“Good thing you brought company,” smiled the young woman. Barbara got up and reached for Dave’s accidental catch and the cutlery.
The gutting knife went tink as it hit something hard in the fish’s bowels.
“What the —?” muttered Barbara. Her fingers spread the gaping cut. Even in the low light of the kitchen, the thing inside the fish sparkled. She pulled out the strange lump and rinsed it in the bucket by her side.
“A pendant?” Her mouth spread into a wide grin. “Oh Dave,” she cooed to her absent husband. “You shouldn’t have!”
It was made of silver, or at least something silvery, because it wasn’t stained at all but shone like freshly polished. Intricate strands of the sparkling metal were woven around a central stone of deep blue. A circle of smaller blue stones framed the bas-relief of two whales, chasing each other in an endless circle around the blue center. Barbara was sure she had never seen something so beautiful. She ran the glittering chain through her fingers, and it felt slick like the thinnest snake.
“Can’t keep secrets from your wife, you lovable oaf, you. Got my birthday gift early,” she snickered and threw glances around. “I’ll put it on just to see if it fits —”
It jingled faintly when she drew it over her head. The cool touch at the onset of her flat breasts gave her goosebumps, and Barbara reached instinctively for the edge of the table as a waft of vertigo passed over her.
I’ll put it back into the fish before Dave returns, she mused. Don’t want to spoil his fun. Gonna fry one of the others instead.
Barbara turned around and leaned over the table. Stretching to reach out, her mound of venus scrubbed over the edge. The young woman jerked back and curled up, not because of pain, but transfixed by a bolt of raw lust that filled her head to toe in an instant. Her hands, driven by reflex, cupped her crotch. Through the rough cloth, her palms rubbed the warm, swelling flesh. Her fingers started to knead.
“Gods,” she moaned. The cloth turned dark with wetness. She couldn’t stop digging her fingers into the spreading, bulging dome between her legs. The rising tide of sensual fire filled her womb, and there was so little room. So little room…
Panting, she bent her knees. Her lust overflowed, it dripped through the soaked wrinkles of cloth in her grip and spilled over her fingers. More and more of the lubricating moisture came, it licked against the dams of her flesh in rising waves. It made way, pushing Barbara’s skin out, stretching her.
So much, she thought, unable to articulate words over her groaning and panting. Her right hand’s fingers wandered higher and traced her bulging lower belly. Her dress was tight around her now flaring, womanly hips, and still there was more of this strange volume, of her materializing urges. Red, hot and engorging, her lust bud pushed through the meaty curtains of her inner labia and rubbed into the soaked cloth. Her outer lips swelled and reddened, rising and plumping, turning her pubic mound into a mere promontory for the expanding bulges framing her moist, tight hole.
Barbara’s left hand barely fit over her crotch now. Spreading her gap with one hand, her fingertips dipped into the boiling pink, and she pinched the protruding head of her swollen clit between her thumb and the side of her palm —
“Barbara! Barbara, wake up!” Dave’s warm hand held her shoulder and shook her gently. His voice was half-strangled with concern.
“D — Dave? Back already?” She rolled to her side. “What are you doing here? What am — why am I on the floor?!”
“You tell me! I just came back and found you lying there, as though struck by lightning! And you’ve got quite the bruise on your forehead. And what’s this about ‘already’? I’ve been gone two hours!”
Barbara held her temples and frowned.
“No, can’t be — I was just, just moments ago —”
She clambered to her feet and straightened down her drawn-up dress. Her hands lingered on her waist a little longer and traced the arches of her hip bones through the cloth and the thin layer of flesh.
Why am I doing this? she wondered absent-mindedly, then shook her head. Nothing wrong with their slender shape, but her whole hip felt sore.
“I — I can’t remember. I was just tidying up a bit. Must’ve slipped and bumped my head.” She nudged his arm. “Just like when you keeled overboard, eh? You didn’t recall what you did wrong, either.”
Dave drew a face. “I’m never going to live that one down, am I?”
Barb pecked a kiss on his cheek. “No you won’t, because that day I made the biggest catch of my life,” she smiled. “And now let me put away the dishes. What time is it anyway?” She followed the beams of light that came in from the open window. The top left corner of the rays touched the right leg of the table, so —
“Lunchtime? How long have I been out? Oh damnation! Hurry, Dave! Firewood, and hop to it!”
“Yes, my captain,” he smirked.
“Still, I’ve got the strangest thing to tell y—,” Dave started, but hesitated and stared at her chest. His puzzled smile turned into a frown.
“What’s that thing you’re wearing?”
“Thing —?” Barbara’s hand flew up and patted her almost-cleavage. She felt the chain and the cool metal, and guilt rushed into her features. “Oh Dave, I meant to put it back! It’s just so beautiful! Don’t be mad because I found your gift before my birthday! Then again, you shouldn’t have hidden it in the very fish you gave me.”
“Gift—? Barbara, I don’t know where it came from. Let me see it. It sure isn’t from me,” he replied and paused. And, more quietly, he added, “I’m sorry. I could never afford such an expensive gem. But it looks truly fine on you. You look just like a princess now.”
His hands traced her narrow waist. Barbara shivered with delight as his fingers wandered higher and across the flatness — the almost flatness —
“You’ve become rounder,” he smiled and flicked a finger at her right nipple that showed through the rough cloth. “It has found a nice warm home, that trinket.”
He turned the sparkling jewelry in his fingers and shook his head.
“Never seen anything like that. And you say it was in the fish?”
She stroked his cheek. “Didn’t you tell me there’s all those wrecks from the old Empire’s harbor out at the reef up the coast? Maybe the big snappers are like magpies of the sea and it swallowed the trinket just because it’s shiny. I mean, some of our catches had stones in their bellies, the daft beasts.”
“Magpie fish,” Dave replied flatly and slanted an eyebrow.
“Why not? It’s not like you never brought home strange catches before. The magpie one, then the big golden ones from the new net — maybe we’re just having a winning streak.”
Dave shrugged. “I’m just not used to winning streaks. Then again, just this morning —”
Barbara hugged him. “Oh dearie, don’t worry. I don’t care where it came from. It’ll always be your gift to me. Don’t be sad.”
She let go and straightened herself, raising a finger.
“Still, Dave, firewood! Get going!”
Chapter 3: An Afternoon Of Fun
Sitting back at the table while Barbara went ahead with the cooking, Dave made another try.
“I got to tell you about what happened just this morning, dear. Now that was weird. I hardly needed to go out more than a couple hundred yards into the sea, and the net was full. The baskets are overflowing with those new golden fishes. It’s like a swarm of them settled in our bay.”
No reply.
“Barbara?”
“Huh? Oh, I was just lost in thoughts.” She spun around in front of her husband. “Be honest. Do you notice anything odd about me?”
“Should I? Apart from you being more gorgeous than ever, my princess?”
“Quit that, Dave.” She shook her head. “Nah, just can’t shake something you said earlier, about rounder. I’m just — I feel like I’ve put on a little weight. I mean, I ate another of those golden ones for breakfast, but they just aren’t all that filling. Thy don’t seem to be, at least. Am I getting fat without noticing? You’d tell me if I got fat like Molly Haskings, wouldn’t you?” Her hands rubbed down her lithe shape, drew up her skirt and clamped around her right thigh. “Mh, doesn’t feel any thicker, though. It’s just my clothes began pinching in a few places. Maybe I should hold out on them for a day or two.”
“On the clothes?” he winked. “Sure, why not. Don’t mind me.”
“No, you dolt! The fishes. Don’t want to fatten myself into an old bloated matron before my time.”
“Oh come on, Barbara.” David smiled. “You’re slender as ever.” He placed a cupped hand on her flat chest and grinned. “These here, though, that’s where the meat went, eh?”
Barbara slapped him playfully. “You wish! I know it didn’t.”
“Seriously, dear. There’s just a little bit more of you to love now,” he grinned and poked her chest with his forefinger.
“Don’t you mock me, or I’ll stop trying to stuff your giant man-snake into my little cave. You knew what you were getting when you married me. If you want to rub melons, go outside and take care of the garden!”
“No, just kidding. Go to your boat, I’ll manage,” Barbara laughed.
Need two hands on my hips and your third leg between mine, sang her thoughts. She blushed, but something in the back of her mind went on and on.
Horny. Oh Dave, just say a word, do a thing, just show me you want me now. I need it, on the spot! I’m ready! I’m wide for you! Wider than ever! I’m all wet for you, wet for you to all the better slide inside me! I can take you now, I know it! Forget your boat, stay and do me instead! Do me through to the hilt!
She shook her head.
No, this isn’t right. Need to do — the dishes. I need — Dun-de-dun-dun-de—
Barbara started humming a little tune to shut up her salacious thoughts.
Dave hesitated in the doorway. Slowly, he turned back again and stared at the sight of his wife leaning over the kitchen table. She bent her left leg to keep her balance, and as she did, her rear clenched up a little bit. He never noticed before how that movement turned her dress taut, spanning over the best pair of buttocks Dave had ever laid eyes upon. Mesmerized, weak in the knees and like drawn by strings, he took a step forward while he raised his hands to her firm, chiseled roundness —
Yes, come and get me, whispered Barbara’s thoughts. Come and ream my dripping hole wide. Da-dun-de-dun-de-daa—
She hummed on, feigning unawareness.
Dave’s fingers brushed over the onset of her butt. Barbara lurched forward as raw desire and carnal hunger exploded in her crotch. A plate clattered to the floor. Her hands clawed into the far edge of the table. The long, raunchy groan that rose from her throat while she spread her legs was worthy of a congregation of whores.
“Love,” he rasped. The fingertips of his right hand traced down her cleft. His other hand pulled the wool up. Barbara gyrated her hips and did her best aiding him to liberate her itching, leaking crotch from her dress. Every touch and scrape over her firm buttocks made her wetter.
“Dave — gods, Dave, mount me!” she panted. “Today’s the day! Now! Need you — in me, so very bad!”
His weight on her back disappeared but for a moment, then she felt the silken skin of his glans sliding up and down over her widening gap, slipping in deeper until the red, swollen head of his rod disappeared completely between her tight labia. Dave hesitated, unsure, waiting for his wife to get used to the girth. Her stretched skin dug into the ridge right behind his glans, and things only got thicker from there on down.
Barbara impatiently arched her back and lifted her hips, and to Dave’s surprise, she opened slowly and pushed her crotch towards him. Her body swallowed inch by inch of his engorged staff.
“Told — you. Breed — me,” she panted, pulling one leg up on the table to open herself even more. Dave slid in and out about the half length of his rod now, and little rivulets of her warm secretions ran down Barbara’s other leg. It was good, but it wasn’t yet what she wanted.
“Dave — Dave, wait, let me get on my back,” she moaned. He held still. She spun over on his pole and grabbed his shoulders while her legs locked behind his back.
“Ride me harder!”
He obeyed and grabbed her thighs. They felt different, stronger and meaty, but his mind was too occupied to notice. In and out he went, and she caught his thrusts with her warm wetness, her trembling body writhing on the table, her cave growing deeper and wider until her labia smacked against the root of his rod.
“I’m all in,” he moaned, his mind ablaze with bestial delights.
“Oh yes you are,” she shrieked. Her hole clenched down on his root for a handful of breathless, motionless moments before Barbara’s hips started bucking.
Full, so very full. She stretched around his throbbing dick, her moist gap filled to capacity. Finally, after all the weeks of failed efforts, she matched her husband all the way, from their minds down to their nether regions. His member swelled even more inside her, and all he uttered were grunts. She knew this all too well —
“Dave,” she panted, with her eyes rolled so far back they shone almost white, “wait, Dave!”
Barbara pushed him away, gently and slowly. The glowing snake in her womb slid out inch by inch, its bloated head stretching her canal along the way.
“Barb—”
“Hush. Come, lay on your back. Get comfortable. We’ll do this together, till the end. I’ll show you —”
Barbara straddled her husband and lowered herself on his hot and sweating body, her own skin flushed and coated in a thin layer of perspiration. Her fingers pried her sopping labia apart, and her other hand slid the peach-skinned head over her button and down until it locked into place, spreading the slick rim of her vagina.
“Gods, you’re a stallion, love,” she croaked as he entered her again. Barbara relished every inch that disappeared into her golden curls.
Leaning forward, working her hips up and down on his hardness, Barbara brought her nipples in reach of his mouth. He pouted and drew the left one between his rough lips. It didn’t do much for her, but Dave liked that so much —
Fire filled Barbara’s buds and spread out into the flat pads of her breasts. She crossed her eyes and slumped on his heaving chest. Too sensitive, burning, itching, the sensations bursting from her nipples all of a sudden rivaled the delicious tide of wet sliding feelings from her crotch. Barbara moaned in unbearable delight, wrapped her arms around Dave’s head and tried to make sure his tongue would never leave the coarse flesh.
“Chew…,” she moaned, and his teeth squeezed lightly. Barbara cramped up.
“Gods! Dave! — F—fast, too fast — c—come with m—eeeek! Can’t — hold ouuuuhnn —”
She dug her thighs into Dave’s flanks and froze, mouth gaping, eyes squeezed shut. He grew one last time, burrowed deep in her warmth, and the hot spurts from his twitching pole mingled with her ample juices. Convulsing time and again, she sagged down on her husband’s chest.
A chorus of voices woke her. Cool air caressed her burning skin, and the world was inky blackness.
Barbara opened her eyes. It barely made a difference, only turned black into dark blue. She laid naked in a circle of chanting, moaning shadows, of invisible hands stroking her skin, and as she shook them off and jumped to her feet, struggling against air that suddenly had the resistance of thick slime, she lost her footing and drifted higher, spinning helplessly in mid-air, her head filled with the stream of prurient vowels.
She tried to move her arms. Something held them in place. It pressed into her elbows, into her upper arms. Solid and warm was the touch. She writhed to break free —
Dave let her out of his embrace as she started to twist and turn. Barbara’s eyes snapped open.
“Whoa there, love!” he gasped in surprise. “I’m just holding you!”
Barbara blinked. “Of course you are. It’s just —”
She frowned. “Can’t quite — like I was — like I passed out for a moment there or something.”
Warm wetness seeped from her crotch, and the smooth tip of David’s penis slipped out along with it. Another shudder ran over Barbara’s skin. Recollection hit her, together with a slightly sore feeling between her legs. The memory of the weird vision drowned in glorious delight. She grabbed her husband’s shoulders hard and shook him, laughing.
“We did it! Dave, we finally did it! I took you inside all the way! Oh, just you wait, all the things we’re going to try now!”
Barbara wriggled into her crumpled gown. Her dreamy smile turned into a frown, and her fingers slipped into the uncomfortable rim of her dress’ cleavage and traced the edge of her breasts. That’s not right, she thought.
“Dave? What you think of that?”
She turned and dragged down the hem of her dress. It scraped over her nipples and left a faint sting that spread out into numb heat, but Barbara disregarded the rousing sensation.
Dave furrowed his brow at the sight of her bared chest. “Oh dear, can’t you wait until the evening?” He started to smile. “All right, but give me a couple of moments, wife!”
She slapped him playfully. “No, you dolt! My breasts have swollen up!”
“Eaten too much blowfish recently?” he joked.
“No, just — just two of these new golden ones while you were away.”
“Just two? Well, if that’s what two of them do, then it’s a good thing I’ve got them by the bucketful, down at the mole,” winked Dave.
Barbara giggled and turned in front of him, nibbling on her forefinger in fake coyness.
“As long as you bring them, I’ll keep on eating them.”
Chapter 4: Plans For The Future
A week later.
Dave leaned back into his wooden chair and stared at his wife.
“Four of them! You just wolfed down four of those huge golden ones,” he insisted.
“Well, I promised, and I was soo famished after my morning swim! And they were delicious, and I’ve not gained an inch to my waist. They’re almost jumping your nets, you said so yourself, so what are you complaining about?” she shrugged.
“Not complaining, I’m just —,” he started.
“Besides, my mind’s on other things now. Come here now husband,” she moaned and embraced him. “Time for afters.”
He struggled away, or at least feigned trying to.
“Barbara, I really need to work on the boat today. The trader’s about to come by, too. Can’t you wait until the night?”
“Nnn—ope. Mmmh. Gonna put me on the table now,” she moaned between kisses, clambering to her feet. Her buttocks bumped into the rough wood, and she hauled her ass on the protesting tabletop and spread her thighs wide. Glistening wetness greeted him, and he gave in. His body had already decided what was more important to him right now.
“Come on in, the water’s fine,” rasped Barbara and stretched her arms to David.
“Barbara … Barbara … oooh —”
“Ooooh! Oh—ooohh—ooh!” she panted.
“Barbammmhh!” Her lips muffled his cry. Her thighs wrapped around his hips and held him in place, feeling the long spurts deep inside her. Spent, he sagged down on her, and Barbara groaned in delight as his glowing weight pinned her to the table.
“Oh my — that was — awesome! I love — your rod — so much,” panted Barbara as she wriggled out from under her husband. He rolled on his back.
“I love — all of you — so much,” Dave replied. “I — B—aaaah! What’re — y’doing —”
“Mmmgh,” was her muffled reply.
Smack.
“You taste a bit like the sea, all salty,” she giggled. “I like it. I’m going to try some new — that’s something I caught Dilly the milkmaid whispering about — gmmm—”
Her lips pouted and pecked a kiss against Dave’s cock. He sucked in the air in surprise, and then again as Barbara’s mouth moved to the tip and drew in the fat, glistening head. Her cheeks bulged.
He’s really big, she grinned widely.
“Not the teeth!” gasped Dave.
Shplop.
“Of course not! Dave! What d’you think of me? Though you are good enough to eat.”
Shlurp.
Up and down bobbed her head. Dave dug his fingernails into the rim of the table.
“Oh Barb … oh Barb …,” he stammered. His meat grew thicker quickly.
Barbara rubbed her tongue along the underside of the reddened glans. Drops of his pre-cum mingled with her saliva. Her mouth filled with the salty tang.
Tastes so good. She swallowed, and the motion brought the swollen head deeper into her mouth. She gagged for a moment, then more of the salty delicacy spewed forth, and Barbara took another gulp.
“Hhaaah,” groaned Dave. His massive cock slid in another inch, and something soft yet tight dug into the rim just behind its head as he entered her throat. He was trapped in the most delightful way he could imagine. Barbara kept on sucking and swallowing.
“Barb — careful — y’need — air!” he stammered and took her head in his hands, gently pushing her away. “Just licking the tip is mighty fine enough, dear.”
“Mm—mmmh,” she protested, dug her fingers into his hips and rammed the swollen, hard rod all the way down her throat. Dave involuntarily arched upward, and her lips reached the root of his cock. She sucked, greedier than before.
“Gooaaahhhdds,” he moaned, and her neck throbbed and milked around the length of his manhood as he swelled the last few fractions of an inch that he could. And still she kept on swallowing, trying to suck him in deeper. The skin around his root was drawn tight. Heat wormed up from his balls through his crotch. It burst forward, pulsed through the length and squirted out, almost straight down into her belly. Her hands grabbed his nuts and kneaded them, squeezing every last drop from them that wasn’t yet being drawn out by her forceful sucking.
“Barbara! Gods, Barb!” The last couple of inches of his deflating rod slipped from her lips. She raised her eyes.
“Mmmh,” she purred and licked her lips. “That was delicious.”
“You — you — how?!” he gesticulated in confusion. “Barbara, did you even breathe? I feared you’d choke to death!”
She grinned and played with the soft flesh before her face.
“Could’ve gone on quite a bit longer, darling,” she whispered. “I’m not even out of breath. So, you’re going to repay my favor?”
“Out and about!”
The trader’s cheerful voice easily drowned out the clatter of his wagon. He brought his horse to a standstill in front of the humble hut and climbed from the box.
“Dave! Barb! Where are you? Where’s my favorite couple?”
“Oh shit oh shit oh shit! I told you! Not during the daytime!”
Dave grabbed for his clothes. Barbara struggled to throw her skirt over her sweat-covered nakedness. She frantically straightened the wrinkles and combed through her disheveled hair.
“I didn’t think he’d show up so soon,” she whispered. “It’s alright, you’re looking fine. Go out and greet him, I’ll be right after you with the fishes.”
Dave was halfway to the door when he stopped, turned and waved at her neck.
“Your pendant!” he hissed. “Take it off! Hide it! Y’know us peasants aren’t allowed such jewelry! Barry sees it, we’re in trouble! Sure he’s a nice guy but he just can’t keep his mouth shut!”
The trader glanced at David’s catch and shook his head.
“Sorry, Dave, I’m not paying for that. They’d nail me to the nearest wall, and rightly so. You stored them until I got around, didn’t you? Doesn’t make them good. Best I can do is to take the one basket with the fresh ones.”
Dave raised his hands in despair.
“Barry, d’you think I’m daft? I know it’s not the best I can offer, but what am I to do? I can’t catch enough just by sailing out the day before you come by, and I can’t keep them in the net in the water either, them dumb beasts just start devourin’ each other, and you’re not paying either if they got bleedin’ bite marks. Can’t kipper them around here.”
The trader threw the blanket back over the buckets. Flies buzzed away angrily. He scratched his head and shook it.
“Even if all were fresh, my journey lasts almost a week before I reach a place where I can try to sell fishes with a profit. By then, they’re not food, but poison. It’s not working out for me, Dave. Sorry. The town’s market is about the only place you can go, and I know you can’t go there.”
Barry leaned in and put his arm around Dave’s shoulder.
“Listen, I know you’re a good lad and Menena’s just been maligning you in the village. And the last catch you brought, Dave — if only they were fresh. So hear me out. I can get a word in for you, at the town up north. Might be able to get you a merchant’s pass. You’ll need to sail along the coast for three days, but you’ll be able to sell your catch reasonably fresh. I’ve got me an office there. Troublesome waters out there, though. Do you dare?”
“So, do I dare?”
Dave turned to his wife. He leaned against the tallest post of his boat’s small pier and watched the sunset.
“I don’t want to leave you here, all alone. Two days to the town, and two days back, if the winds are kind. Three, maybe four, if not. Barbara, that’s a whole week.”
She wrapped her arms around his waist and snuggled closer.
“Yes, Dave. We need the money and the goods. I don’t like it either, but there’s not much choice besides moving away, and I don’t want to live in a filthy, smelly, noisy, crowded city. I want to be here, alone with you, in peace. If they pay as much as Barry said, you’d only have to do this once a month.”
She pulled at the thin chain around her neck and dangled the pendant before her eyes.
“Maybe we should try and sell it. It must be worth a fortune.”
Dave shook his head, laid his hand on it and gently tugged it back into the hem of Barbara’s skirt.
“Don’t even think about that. It’s risky enough, you parading it out in the open. Keeping it in the hut is bad enough. Gems are for noble folk, y’know. If the wrong people ever found out, they’d just take it from us and throw us behind bars — or worse. We should bury it well away from our home, just to be safe.” He watched her face and sighed. “All right, so I won’t bury it. I know you love it so much, but promise me you’ll keep it well hidden while I’m gone.”
Chapter 5: Market Tales
The sun rose over the horizon. Its warm rays pierced the many holes in the parchment over the tiny bedroom window and tickled the young woman awake. As Barbara turned over, her arm slipped across the empty space where her husband used to be. She sighed.
“Two more days. At least the weather’s holding out.”
Her fingers combed through her long rumpled hair. This day’s duties were well planned in advance. She hated them nonetheless. Market day.
Barbara put on her best clothes and ran her fingers down her slender hips to smoothen out her skirt. Judging from the pinching the cloth gave her, she definitely had put on some girth around her hips. With a sigh, she bent down, grabbed the handles of her cart and leaned in.
Behind her, the two tall wheels creaked in a grating rhythm as she pulled the cart along the deserted dirt path to the village. When she left, the morning sun still sparkled in the dewdrops on the grass, but by the time she saw the small spire rise over the wheat-covered last hilltop, the midday heat had her drenched with sweat.
“Still with your little cart, I see,” greeted the bulky, middle-aged man. Barbara raised her head in surprise, but kept on fanning with her straw hat to both dry the salty droplets on her skin and to keep the flies from the fishes on display. The hubbub from the market barely reached into the little alcove on the side street.
“Didn’t hear you coming, Robert Blacksmith,” she smiled. “How come a man built like his anvil can be so stealthy?”
“It’s the missus, keeps me on my tiptoes,” he replied and drew his hat. “I’ll have two of them snappers, thank you.”
Barbara sighed. “You’ll get three for two. It’s not like I’m going to sell out today.” She looked around. Her assigned place was at the worst possible corner. As to why, Barbara knew all too well.
“How’s David? You two doing alright?” the blacksmith asked.
“Could be worse,” she answered. “Could be much better, though. We’re selling some of our catch to the traveling traders these days, but they don’t pay well. Can’t blame them. By the time our fish arrive in the big city, they’re almost overdue. Wouldn’t see me buying them then, that’s all I’m saying. Now here, if I could get a stall closer to the market, I might — well, fat chance of that.”
“Menena?”
“You need to ask? Of course it’s Menena’s doing.” Barbara cast an angry glance at the big house across the market. “Why can’t she just let it go? She’s turned me into a leper, Rob. Can barely sell a handful of fishes on a market day. Nobody dares to be seen here. Present company excluded. Sorry, Robert. It’s just grating my nerves, is all.”
She pinched the root of her nose and exhaled.
Robert scratched his stubbly beard. “You don’t know half of it. She sees someone at your stall, she makes them pay their loans on time.”
“Really? No wonder I’m stuck with all my display. Still, you came.”
“Only smith in town, dear. She doesn’t quite dare.”
Barbara leaned in. “So why do you people keep on appointing her the mayor year after year? She’s bossy, she’s mean, she’s crafty —”
The blacksmith chuckled humorlessly. “Because she’s bossy, mean and crafty — Barb, dear, she’s the right tool for that job. You can’t deny she’s been good for the town.”
Barbara’s shoulders sagged. “But she’s bad for me,” she grumbled.
She raised her head. “Still, she doesn’t dare messing with you? Oh Robert, then can’t you get in a word for me with her? It’s been going on for a year now, that’s just childish to hold a grudge for so long.”
“Whoa there, love! I’m not mad enough to step between the two of you, Barbara. The missus will have my head on the anvil if she ever finds out! Besides, wouldn’t call Menena’s anger a childish grudge, Barb. You know it’s much more to her.”
“But it wasn’t my fault! Should I have left him to drown?”
The winter storm came in gusts from ever-changing directions. Scattered snowflakes marked the whirls. Barbara leaned against one of the thick poles of the village pier, pinched her eyes to make out the cockleshells dancing on the waves and drew her thick clothes tighter.
Menena had stepped up to her side. Behind them, several other of the town’s women waited and worried. The trader woman kept her eyes fixed on one boat.
“David,” she whispered and brushed a few of her raven strands back under her hood’s fur trimming. “Oh please …”
“They’ll be all right, Miss,” the young maid tried to calm her worried mistress. “It’s just a few hundred yards, they’re almost back in the harbor —”
“David! David!” Menena’s shrieks pierced the howling wind. Barbara spun around. The boat was empty now. A gush of water shot up by its side, only to be scattered by another squall. The sail tilted, then the boat turned over.
Barbara didn’t think at all. Her legs stomped over the pier. Her eyes were fixed on the dark and glistening hull. She leapt and hit the ocean with her arms stretched out ahead.
Cold. Colder than ever before. The water sucked all warmth from her body. She kept on stroking, her eyes still fixed on the dark shadow of the boat. Waves buried her under their icy weight, but she kept on, it was even easier under the surface. Her clothes, soaked full of water now, heavy, slowing her, dragging her down. A brush of her hands, and her slender body slid out of the wool’s deadly grip like a snake shedding her skin. Speed. More speed.
One, two. One, two. Coming up for air, freezing cold air like steel being rammed down her throat. Back under the waves. The boat, a dozen yards ahead, maybe less. A shadow beneath, so small, slowly sinking into the inky void. Her muscles, numb and cold, but still going. Reaching out. Soaked cloth between her fingers. Pulling.
Air, fresh air, and that heavy, heavy, heavy weight in her grip. The beach, getting closer. Closer. Blackness, closing in from the corners of her eyes —
Barbara woke, shivering, in the softest bed she’d ever felt. She tried to turn, but she couldn’t muster the strength.
“Easy now. All is well,” said a shadow sitting by her side.
“Mistress Menena! I’m — where —”
The raven ran her fingers over Barbara’s cheek. Her voice was soft, and an undertone of tears swung in it.
“My bed. You had us scared, child. For a day or two, we feared you’d pay too much of a price. Oh Barbara, I owe you so much —”
She turned and looked over her shoulder. “And here’s a young man who wants to thank you, too.”
Barbara looked up, and the maid’s eyes met David’s for the first time —
“Robert, you know I didn’t steal him from her! You talked to him!”
The blacksmith shrugged. “Doesn’t matter that everybody knows he left Menena. Thing is, he left her and went straight to you. Now if I were to leave the missus for another pretty bird — godsforbid — I’d keep on looking over my shoulder because one o’ them days she be standing there with the sledgehammer to crush in both our unfaithful skulls!”
“Thanks, Robert. Didn’t need that picture in my mind.” Barbara shivered at the thought of hulking Bertha Blacksmith with a blood-spattered hammer in her hands.
Eight coppers.
The coins slipped through her fingers and disappeared without as much as a jingle into the velvety blackness. Barbara sighed and tied shut her tiny pouch. The three snappers for Robert were the only sale she’d made all day. High time to pack up, else nightfall would catch up with her out on the road.
That’s nothing. That’s even less than nothing. It’ll barely pay for next week’s bread.
She glanced at her display and took stock of the half-dozen of unsold fish, smiling wearily.
The fish — well, can’t let them go to waste, with David gone. Her stomach growled already.
At least it’ll be a dinner to remember.
She grabbed the cart’s handles and started the hour-long journey back.
Chapter 6: When the Husband’s away, the Wife’s going to — dilate?
I miss him like crazy, Barbara pondered, turning over and over in her lonely bed. Oh David, the things we could do right now.
Her fingers wandered down over her body. She cast the sheets aside and laid naked in the pale light as the moon rose over the sea. Her hands followed her slender sides and traced the lines of her ribcage. Lifting her palms off her skin as she neared her chest, Barbara let only her fingertips graze her nipples. The faint touch made a tingling echo, spreading from her chest all through her body until it reached the top of her head and made her hair stand on end.
“Hhhhahhh —,” she inhaled. Left side first, her areolae contracted. Barbara felt the flesh under the slight bumps as it turned hard and made the skin wrinkle. The sensation spread out, and it felt like weight. It also felt like heat, a wandering wave of heat with a shiver and goosebumps in its wake.
Her index fingers tapped on her nipples again, and once again, the rousing sensation spread like ripples in a pond.
Tap.
Tap.
Barbara’s rhythm accelerated. The heat of each wavefront no longer had time to fade. It collected on her skin. Thin droplets of sweat appeared. Her areolae were all crinkled up now.
Taptap.
“Mmmnnnhh —”
Taptaptap.
“Mhhhh. Mhhhhh.”
She bit her lower lip.
Yes, yes! More! Need … stronger!
She grabbed her flat chests and squeezed her fingers into the thin layer of womanliness over her ribcage. Angling her hands, she pinched her itching, hard nipples between thumbs and forefinger.
“Guuuhhh!” groaned Barbara. She twisted her hips, she rubbed her one leg against the other, holding them closed tightly, trapping her aroused crotch between them. The faint rubbing noises of dry skin on dry skin turned into moist smacking. Wetness coated her thighs, and the heat in her crotch grew stronger.
Not just her nipples itched and throbbed from the inside now; the strange and delicious sensations spread out over her body. Her eyes bugged as she recognized the building arousal.
Last night, were her scattered thoughts. In me. Oh David, David, so deep, in me, to the hilt. You brought me those feelings. So good. Just … some more … then … then …
She almost felt Dave’s hands again, his arms around her narrow waist, and he inside her, embedded so deep, oh so very, deliciously deep, in her quivering cave, for those endless moments. Her left hand moved down and cupped her crotch. The touch of her palm on her swollen bud drove her wild. Barbara pushed down harder, rubbing the ball of her thumb all over her vulva. The frantic sliding of skin on skin coated her matted blond hair with the froth of ecstasy.
More! she moaned inwardly. So close … can’t stop … bliss … coming —
Her legs trembled in spasms, her whole body arched upwards. Thin jets of liquid sprayed from her crotch and splattered against the foot board of the bed. Her chest heaved, her insides contracted, time and again, squeezing out more of the silver arcs.
Barbara sagged down. Her hands cupped her reddened, wide open labia. Her glazed fingers spread the cooling liquid across her gaping hole, soothing the burning sensations of her raw-rubbed skin. Dragging a trail of moisture along, she let her left hand wander higher until it reached the onset of her breasts. Her skin glowed with inner heat. She sighed delightedly.
A sound like a quiet inhale, somewhere in the distance.
What the —
She jerked and opened her eyes. Blueish moonlight revealed her glistening body, but almost nothing of the bedroom. Barbara strained her ears to no avail. The only thing she could make out was the wind rustling dry leaves in the bushes.
Stop that, she chided herself. Who’d come out here that late at night anyway?
As the rustle subsided, the weird noise came back. Perched at the edge of perception was some strange ringing sound. And the odd feeling of her head caught in a vise, of a numb pressure on her ears.
Is that what the other girls meant when they whispered they heard the bells ringing after a good romp? Barbara frowned, and tensing her forehead brought the onset of a headache. Ugg. That’s not worth bragging about, it’s rubbish.
She swung her legs out of the bed and struggled upright, clutching her temples. The ringing in her ears grew stronger. Barbara stumbled to the door. She clung to the doorpost and inhaled the cool night air.
It’s better with David around. It was good, though … didn’t know my fingers could do me like that, but I really need him to hold me in the afterglow. Feeling … so weak …
She moistened her lips.
No wonder. I’m parched. A little sip might be a good idea.
Barbara turned around and took the earthen jug from the shelf. The gulp ended up a bit bigger than she had planned. Coughing, she corked the liquor and stowed it away. Warmth spread through her innards. She shuddered in delight.
Mmmh. Much better. Much — gaah!
Her eyes grew big, and her hands clutched her crotch. Muscles deep in her womb contracted and pulsated. She panted, slack-jawed with her tongue hanging halfway out.
Can’t be — can’t — c—
David was inside her again, she milked him again, drawing every last drop from that huge rod again.
“Mnnnhhhh!”
Sagging against the wall, her face contorted to a delirious grin, she came again, jerking and twisting. Barbara’s hands overflowed with another helping of her ample juices. Wisps of fog rose from the warm puddle on the floor between her legs.
Where did that just come from —?
She struggled upright once more. The itching all through her body receded, but it did not go away completely. In fact, it rapidly grew stronger again. The calm before the storm upon her was going away fast.
No, no, please, I can’t take any more of this, so weak, why —
Oh the gods — here it comes agaiahhh—
Barbara’s breath raced. Her knees trembled and lost their strength. She dropped, swaying, as the pressure inside her rose higher. This wasn’t like the first times, it was like diving down, deeper and deeper, feeling the crushing weight of water piling up above her — only it was all wrong, it was upside-down, inside-out. The weight was in her and it wanted out, it needed out. The pliable but unyielding weight of the endless ocean amassed in her and surged in waves against her skin, filling her up.
What is that? What’s happening to me? I’m — I’m growing! I’m swelling!
Her fingers cupped her breasts. Tautening, the former palmfuls spread her grip, stretched out and rose. Tossing and turning on the cold kitchen floor, Barbara squeezed and kneaded, but the new flesh didn’t disappear, it just kept on piling up on her chest, her rear, her legs. She tried to get up, but her limbs disobeyed. Vertigo had her in its grip, and the spinning in her head grew faster and faster. She desperately reached for the table’s legs. Swirling darkness filled her sight.
Birdsong rang through the brisk morning air. Barbara came to only slowly. She squinted and recognized the wooden plain before her eyes as the hut’s floor. Her tongue circled her dry lips. She felt truly parched now.
Need the well. Need a whole bucket. Gods, what happened last night? These delights, that can’t be normal. All this touching was just so —
Wonderful. Yes, wonderful. That’s what it was. It felt so very, very good.
Barbara bit on her lower lip, struggled to her elbows and on into a push-up. Her arms trembled with the effort.
So weak. Why am I so weak? This should be child’s play!
Her strength wasn’t enough. Her elbows bent outwards, and she slammed face down onto the hard floor.
Almost.
Barbara’s nose just barely touched the wood, then her head dangled down inches from the ground. Her nipples ached as they were pushed back into the firm-soft masses that had caught her fall. She felt the two weighty pillows under her, the slightly painful stretching as her voluminous breasts flattened against her ribcage and bulged out to the left and right.
“Gaaaaahh!” echoed her scream over the cliffs.
“No, no! That can’t be! That’s not happening!”
Barbara stammered and panted, pulling herself upright on the edge of the table. Heavy and round dangled the two elongated bulbs from her chest. She sagged down on the chair. Her hands cupped the warm, soft underboobs and raised the enormous expanse of her cleavage. The skin at the onset showed faint stretch marks. As her fingers dug probingly into the weird new flesh, it firmed under her touch and seemed to shrink back down a bit after the rough spreading and flattening from moments ago.
She pinched her eyes shut and kneaded and squeezed the melon-sized lumps until all of her chest was numb with burning pain.
Calm down. Calm down. That’s not happening. It’s just not happening. That’s just another weird dream.
Barbara opened her eyes again.
See? There are no bloated pumpkins hanging from your chest —
She was right. Pumpkin was a gross exaggeration.
Yet there were still two nice, abundant handfuls more than she had started out with. Milky white skin covered a most pliable and graspable stuffing of girl meat. Barbara’s breath raced.
Not happening! Not happening!
She staggered to her feet and stumbled outside. Several splashes of cold water from the bucket by the well calmed her down. The droplets ran along her new bust line. Barbara prodded her assets. They yielded to her fingertips, but were frighteningly real nonetheless.
What am I to do now? Is that how it starts? Is that how women grow old? By blowing up in their sleep? Should I not have touched myself last night?
An unusual strain announced itself in her lower back already.
Oh no! Is this some kind of punishment? I don’t want to lug those around all day!
Her hands weighed the milk dumplings.
Mmmh. Doesn’t feel all that bad, though.
Barbara sat down on the coarse bench. Moments later, she launched like stung by a wasp.
“Oh the gods, no! No! What is this?!”
She twisted and turned, running her hands down her waistline. Right at her hips, her fingers needed to take a detour outwards, over the meaty globes bulging from her rear.
“No! Oh please, no!”
As her hands examined the firm hemispheres, her incredulous gasps and desperate shrieks culminated into a single heartrending cry:
“I’m fat!”
Dave tied down his boat and looked around.
That’s the first time in weeks she isn’t waiting for me.
He frowned as he looked up to the tiny hut perched on the cliff. The chimney didn’t smoke either, and nobody was outside in the garden.
His stomach turned into an icy knot, and his call echoed from the rocky slopes as he darted up along the winding path.
“Barbara—?!”
The bucket laid overturned near the well. The hut’s door was left ajar. He hesitated, then he grabbed it and pushed it open. A trembling woman-shaped lump cowered in the far corner and hid its face from the bright doorframe.
David gulped and whispered, “Darling—?”
“Don’t look at me,” sobbed Barbara, huddling deeper into the dark corner.
Dave hurried over and held her in his arms, rocking her gently.
“Darling, what’s wrong? What happened while I was away?”
She wrapped her arms around him, and once again, he was surprised at the strength of her embrace. Barbara always looked so lithe and fragile, even while inside she was just as much a fisherman’s wife as the sturdier women from the village. Dave gasped for air in her arms’ vise.
“Nngh! Come on, tell me. What’s wrong with you?” he groaned.
“I’ve grown fat and ugly!” she wailed. “And I don’t want to be!”
“Babara, what are you talking about? You’re as beautiful as ever! There is nothing wrong with you at all!”
“Uh huh? Have you gone blind? Then what about this?” She grabbed his wrists and guided his hands to her buttocks. “Feel that?”
“The gods! Barbara, is that you?” His hands squeezed her roundness, kneading the firm hemispheres of her slightly meaty cheeks.
“Yes!” she wailed. “I’ve turned into a blubbery seal! I’m no longer the girl you fell in love with. You’ll leave me! I’m fat and ugly!”
“Barbara,” he rasped, finding it hard to keep his thoughts together as the blood drained from his head and shot into much more central places. “B—Barbara, you’re not ugly — gods, this feels so good!”
His hands explored the plateau between the mounds and traced the folds of her sex.
“But—,” she stammered.
“Shhh, love. Oh Barbara, you’re gorgeous. So what if you’re no longer a girl? Barbara, you are a woman. Names of the gods, wife, I — I need you now.”
She pushed him away, turned to the wall and slapped her hands over her face. Her shoulders shook.
“Stop touching me! Can’t you see me for what I’ve become?” she wailed inconsolably.
“But Barbara — ,” he started.
“No buts! Go ahead, say it! Say it to my face! Call me a fat cow —”
Silver sparkled at her neck in the twilight as she threw up her hands, and metal jingled. Still shaken by the unexpected outburst, Dave’s mind switched directions, drawn in by the glittering light. He frowned.
“You’re wearing the pendant again. You promised you’d keep it hidden.”
Barbara’s eyes started to wander, and she sighed. “I know. Oh please, David, it’s the last little pleasure left for me, being such a gross blob of fat is hard enough as it is —”
“You’re no blob of fat,” he interjected, shaking his head. He crawled up to her again and caressed her slender waistline. “Barbara, what are you going on and on about? You’re the most perfect woman I’ve ever seen.”
“I don’t feel like it, alright?” she half-screamed. Barbara’s voice faded to a scared whisper. “I just — it just helps me to feel beautiful again, y’know? I feel better if I put it on. You called me your princess, the first time I wore it, and that felt sooo great.”
“A princess? Oh Barbara, you’ll always be my princess, my love, my queen. Come, go outside and let’s have a long look at you.”
“No!” she wailed. “I don’t want —”
Dave’s strong hand held her wrist and drew her upright. She struggled and raised her arm against the blinding sunlight as he opened the door and stepped into the yard with her in tow.
He turned around and froze.
“Barbara — mercy of the gods —,” was all David managed, then he stood slack-jawed and dumb.
“See?” Barbara wailed, twisting her body and trying to cover her chest and crotch.
Dave bent his knee and raised his hands in adoration to her. His breath quickened, and his throat became dry.
The wind played in Barbara’s hair. The tips of her golden mane tickled over her chest, over the two firm hemispheres that stood out in youthful pertness. Her nipples, rosy and soft, crowned the nicest domed-up areolae anyone could envision. Wandering lower, Dave’s gaze drank in the firm, shapely abs around her bellybutton, and the angle of her hips, slightly flaring from her waist.
He managed to bite his tongue, and a little spit returned to his dry mouth.
“Goddess,” he rasped, dropped the rest of the way to his knees and wrapped his arms around her thighs, resting his head against her midriff. “Never leave me, my goddess!”
Dave squeezed her tight. Her legs’ curves bulged ever so slightly in his grip, and Dave felt another thing bulge mightily too. Barbara noticed it as it touched her leg.
“You’re — oh the gods, you’re getting hard! So hard! You — you want me, you really, really want me!”
Her hands covered her mouth, and her elbows dug into her chest. Barbara’s eyes bugged.
“I — where — I had melons on my chest! I — felt them! I really — ,” she stammered in confusion while she kneaded the adorable handfuls on her ribs. “And my ass — ”
Dave took her surprised gasp for a command, changed his grasp and cupped her firm buttocks. She felt his fingers, the size of his hands tracing the firmness of her muscles as they contracted under his strong touch, and her confusion only grew stronger.
“It’s — it’s normal! But I was so fat before! Why — ”
The hull of fear around her heart cracked, and all the pent-up emotions sagged lower settling into her womb, filling it with slowly bubbling desire. Her frown turned into a dreamy smile and drowned out the faint nagging voice that insisted, but it’s still more than before.
“Mmmh,” she purred.
Digging his fingers into her buttocks, Dave pulled at them and drew them apart. Barbara gasped as her folds were aired and the pent-up wetness of arousal seeped down her leg.
“Hnnnh—! Oh my, I’m — I’m dripping! I’m flowing over! Hurry, Dave! Plug me before I run out!”
Barbara staggered forward and widened her stance against David’s arms around her thighs. He slowly tipped backwards and held on for a few seconds before he dropped on his back and dragged her down to her knees. She sat down on his midriff and felt his swollen glans as it became trapped in the onset of her buttocks. It twitched, then a warm, copious glob of pre-cum lubed the skin of the head well enough for it to slip free and sway upright behind her back.
“So be it!” she rasped. “Your goddess needs her trusty stallion now, all the way up her flesh temple.”
She dug her fingernails in his chest. Panting, Barbara wedged her tight canal open as she forced his engorged tip into her, inch by defiant inch. With her eyes closed and her face angled skyward, she finally bottomed out just as his pubes brushed against her swollen nether lips.
“Yes! Mmmhhh —”
Her rosy tongue snaked out and traced her upper lip. Salty tang sparked in her mouth.
“Gchhh,” she choked but for a moment and wiped her forearm over her pouted mouth. Her lower body demanded all of her attention, but there was something wrong —
“M—aahh! — chest — my chest — b—burning,” she stammered between David’s thrusts. Her fingers dug into the meaty pillows. They felt hard, stuffed beyond capacity and brimming. Her nipples itched, filled with boiling heat. She kneaded stronger, hoping for the same relief that the first time had brought.
“Haaah—!”
Her surprised gasp was cut short. Her womb, stimulated to the point of explosion, flooded all of her mind with the pent-up climax of the last four days. She didn’t consciously notice the warm milk that sprayed from her reddened breasts and coated her fingers with the sweet, sticky, nurturing lubricant as their wild groping turned into purposeful milking motions.
Dave lifted his chest and brought his pouted lips closer to her eagerly pouring nipples. Half delirious and driven by pure instinct, Barbara grabbed his head and forced his greedy, smacking mouth on her left areola. His rough lips brought relief like she never had experienced before. What she had considered the best of the best, the highest she could ever feel, was but a ceiling easily shattered by those new skyrocketing sensations. Her mind soared higher as all of her body’s sluice gates burst open.
Barbara’s liberated love juices spurted in thick, meandering trickles out of her crotch and soaked Dave’s pubic hair before the hot liquids seeped down his balls. The moist coating spurned the pair of seed holders into frantic action. He grabbed her buttocks and held her tight as he shot his semen deep into her squelching, contracting cave.
“Yes, my dear, you are gifted,” whispered a woman’s voice into Barbara’s ear. “So very much gifted.”
Fingers traced her flanks as the female shadow circled her tightly in the darkness. Barbara felt a rough nipple brushing against her upper arm. She jerked away.
“Where am I? I — I’ve been here before! But why are you bringing me here? What do you want from me?”
The stranger chuckled. “In time, love. In time, all will be revealed. Right now, you don’t even need to remember —”
Barbara smacked. The salty tang was gone. Under her, she felt Dave’s glowing body and his racing heartbeat.
“Oh, that was so very, very good,” she breathed happily. “You liked it?”
His hands grabbed her buttocks and shifted her higher. Barbara gasped as his tongue lapped against her chest and flicked against her right nipple.
“Mmmh, very much so,” he purred. “Your milk, it’s so sweet and fresh —”
“Wha—?!” She tried to rise, but he quickly embraced her and held her down.
“Barbara, not again. Please, promise me you won’t go on about being ugly. You’re not ugly!”
His lips sucked the rough nipple in.
“But — milk,” she stammered. “I — I — How —”
She felt another flick of his tongue, then the lubricated tip pushed her erect nipple back into the swollen areola.
Mmmh.
She tried to focus. Her body told her otherwise.
Not the teeth — Mmmh! — All right, so maybe a little teeth — Nnngh!
Barbara made another effort to articulate her worries, but as her husband kept on suckling, it was as if those thoughts weren’t worth mulling about.
“My — my milk, why — Whyyyiii! Yiiioaaah! Oh Dave, keep on — milk, can’t be right — rrrr—ooaah! Oh bugger it, c—cooooaah!—comes w—iyiii!—hhh!—w—ith th’ territory, I gu—guuuh!— guess —”
Her voice grew more slurred until it was all grunts, squeals and moans.
“I’m sorry for acting so weird earlier,” she sighed. “I don’t know what came over me.”
Dave spooned up to her and caressed her flanks. Somehow, they’d made it back into the hut and into the bed as dusk fell.
“All’s forgiven, darling. Besides, well, you have changed while I was away, love. You’ve grown more wonderful. Tell you what, if it bothers you so much, why don’t you go and visit the midwife? She’ll be able to put your mind to rest about those things, I reckon.”
Barbara shook her head. “We can barely afford some flour for the bread, no way I can scrape together enough to pay her.”
She jerked as something cold touched her flank, then another cold spot appeared, slightly higher towards her ribs, then another. Barbara twisted, and the thumb-sized metal discs jingled down her midriff and ended up in the fold where her body rested on the coarse mattress.
“Three silvers,” whispered Dave. “And a dozen feet of the finest linen. The city’s been kind to me.”
He leaned over and planted a burning kiss on her navel.
“I planned on buying some better clothes — mmmwa — before our rags fall apart, but that can wait — mmmwa.”
His mouth kissed its way up along her ribs, nearing Barbara’s chest.
“Go and see old Mrs. Mawson — mmmwa — next time you’re at the market — mmmwa — your peace of mind’s worth more to m — mmm,” and he fell silent as he sucked in her aroused nipple and tasted the first sweet droplets as her breast started leaking again.
“Who needs clothes anyway,” she moaned and pressed his head down on her nurturing-eager handful.
To be continued ...
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Abridged version:
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