Cave Man

In some ways I just couldn't help myself. The face I had already seen as being beautiful lowered once more even as a pair of full breasts lay smashed up against the giving forest soil already.

My hand remained entwined in the ebony colored stands of her hair even as her own fingers curled into the dirt of the forest. I could only imagine what she was think-ing.

She was as alone as I was. We'd both been passed up by certain death and yet for how long?

She needed help, but what must it be like for her in this moment? Some part of what was left of my heart sympathized for her, but the overpowering need to find a moment of comfort for myself in a world gone mad had my other hand pulling up her dresses.

I laid them across her back and as I gazed down upon the bareness of her full thighs and ass I stood up with abruptness. Her head turned and I saw the evidence of tears on her face.

She knew.

She knew she had nowhere to go. She also knew that she had no chance of surviving on her own out here.

She fully knew she was about to be mated and in meek surrender, she lay on the ground before me as I undid my pants. They fell off of me and the girl's eyes closed as she once more moved her head to face the earth.

I knew she was no virgin as no slave girl was, but still I felt the part of a monster as I spread her thighs apart and kneeled into the dirt behind her.

My hands found her warm hips and I pulled authoritatively. The girl's body shifted and I looked out across her back to where she now supported herself on her hands.

I could feel the steady tremor of her body through my hand's grip on her soft skinned hip. My cock felt like it had never known the warmth of a woman before as it drizzled with the need to be pressed deeply into this woman.

Taking my hand, I rubbed my dripping wetness into my shaft, but it wasn't enough. Dry mouthed I stared at the glory of a beautiful woman poised before me for the tak-ing.

All I wanted to do was just drive in deep. I needed to be deep. I needed everything that was so badly wrong just to go away for a moment and right now the opportunity to achieve that was on her knees before me.

Breathing heavy I did something else though. I leaned forward and hooking a swath of her black lace like hair I pulled it back to be tucked behind one of her delicate ears.

A pathway to her mouth cleared I reached my hand forward to let it lay cupped before her lips.

Would she bite me?

I saw her mouth and jaw shift and with expectation I readied myself to know pain, but instead my palm was filled with her spit. I withdrew my hand and slicked her own saliva across the raging mass of my shaft.

Wetly I aligned myself with her and then taking a full grip upon her wide hips I began making my way into her. She was incredibly tight and as I made my way into her, she began to pant and whisper out pleas that I couldn't understand.

She wanted me to stop, that much was clear. I didn't.

She tried to pull away, but my grip upon her hips was simply more than she could overcome and groaning at the tight, and entirely luxurious feel of her I eased deeper and deeper into her. She coughed and gasped and jerked repet-itively as I made her expand to fit my thick girth.

At the end, seated fully to the hilt in her I remained for a moment in blissful stillness. Brokenly she cried out as her hands dug into the dirt in an attempt to escape, but powerfully entranced I held her fully impaled upon me.

The girl wasn't a virgin, but she was the next thing to it. Letting go of one of her hips I rubbed it up her back trying to console her and in a way it did as she stopped crying.

I stayed rooted to the hilt in the tightest womanhood, I had ever felt and with peace I left off rubbing her back to once more grip her hip with possession. I began then to imprint this girl with everything that was me as over and over again, I pulled my shaft back only to stretch her apart again.

Her womanhood was so tight and then as she gripped me hard I lost it completely. It had been far too long to really be able to last that long anyway and yet with prom-ise I already knew that with the fall of another night I would press the fullness of my shaft within this woman again and those first few spasms of an awareness of liking what was going on by her would be fully explored and to the best of my abilities fully maximized upon for her own pleasure.

My seed coursed heavily from my shaft and in a very real way I knew I had just made her my wife. The pleasure of ejaculating so deeply into her impressed tightness final-ly over I opened my eyes and said aloud, "Thank you Almighty God for this woman! Please help me to take care of her."

I stayed a moment longer and then I pulled free. I stood up and the girl straightened.

Her dress fell over her and I mourned the loss of look-ing at her exposed skin. Tonight, though everything was going to come off.

I held out my hand and after a long moment she took it. I pulled her to her feet.

She was breathing heavy and most definitely would not meet my gaze. Oh well.

I bent and began to fasten my pants about me again, which is when she went for the club. She swung it and again, my reflexes saved me and instead of my head the branch collided with my shoulder.

It hurt, but I let the pain pass by as I scooped her up and dumped her back to the ground. Again she fought hard to hurt me, but again, I subdued her.

Catching away my belt, I passed it through the manacle loops at her wrists and deftly secured her hands behind her back. Then reaching out across the ground I pulled a rope that had fallen from the horse towards me.

I made a noose out of it and slipped it over her head. Thankfully, it fell into place about her neck without the loss of any of my fingers. Getting up, I then pulled her up to her feet.

All the while she stared me balefully in the eye with dark intent to do me great harm.

I pointed to her and then to me. I twisted two fingers together to indicate the two of us and her brown face flushed.

I pointed to the horizon and made enough motions as to say that that was where I was headed and that she was coming with me.

She shook her head and motioned back toward the plains of Nimrod and definitively I said, "No, never again!"

She blinked seeming to fully understand me for once. It hit me then that my seed was very deep in her now.

I'd done what the Almighty had said would unlock my language to her. On inspiration I leaned forward and with care not to bruise her skin I pried the slave bracelets from off her upper arms and cast them to the ground.

Pointing at her as she gazed at me with surprise, I said, "You're my woman from this day forth. No other man will have you and you will serve me as a wife and be a mother to our children."

I didn't wait for her response, but turning I started out towards where the sun set in the sky. With the rope loosely dangling about her neck, she followed behind me without any effort to resist.

We didn't speak again for the rest of the day.

CHAPTER THREE

A Hidden Spring

Female Perspective

Ayangla wondered for the hundredth time about the origins of the man that led her forward through the day. Soon it would be night and she knew what that would bring.

Involuntarily she shivered. In some ways his huge cock felt like it was still inside of her.

It had most certainly left an impression. Master Dagan's cock was but that of a stylus quill in comparison. Sometimes it had felt like he wasn't even inside of her, but that was why he had paid the sum for her that he had.

She was a tight woman and for a man with a cock as tiny as his had been he'd needed all the help that he could get. Still half the time it had never even worked and Ayangla had hated those moments the most because he had beaten her for it, as if she'd had something to do with his own inadequacies.

Ayangla's eyes lifted to the muscled form of the man who had started out her morning by almost bashing her brains out only to then literally impale what had felt like her whole being on a stiff pole that had driven to a depth nothing else had ever reached. She very much doubted that he ever had a day when his cock didn't work.

The consideration by him to lubricate himself still mystified her. Master Dagan had never done that.

In a way earlier, she had understood him. She was clearly too now be this man's slave.

Even as that was clear so it also was clear that the man had a vision of going far away from the rest of mankind. They were leaving the known world entirely behind them and going out into an unknown and scary world full of hidden dangers.

That said she had felt strangely safe all day while in this man's close proximity. Still right now she would like nothing more than to wrap the belt that he'd bound her hands together with around his neck and strangle him.

She didn't want to be a slave, especially not to a man with a cock as big as his. The man had the ability to rip her apart with what lay between his legs and yet in an oddly gentle way he hadn't.

He was hard to figure out. It was equally hard to under-stand why the prospect of once more being penetrated by him wasn't the stuff of nightmares.

Something just kept saying that it would be better this time. Why did it even matter?

It was hard to say, but it did. He'd stopped.

He said something and again it was as if he'd spoken complete gibberish, but she had the idea that he'd said that this was the place they would stay the night. Tiredly she collapsed down upon the ground.

He let her go and she felt the belt removed from the manacles at her wrists and then the lead rope dropped to the ground as well. She was too tired to run and in bitter defeat at the missed opportunity she closed her eyes.

Within seconds she was asleep. A fact taken keen ad-vantage of by Alon, who swiftly left the scene and headed for where he'd seen some geese nesting down for the night beside a pond.

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Male Perspective

I sat still watching her. It was actually quite comical.

Her nose twitched repeatedly and then slowly her eyes opened. She'd been asleep for over an hour.

Coming to greater awareness, she pushed up off the ground with one hand, while the other reached out to touch the cooked gooseflesh on the bone before her on a leaf, as if to see if it was really there and not just her imagination telling her that there was food before her. It was real and I smiled at the veracity with which she picked up the food and sank her teeth into the meat.

Her eyes drifted to me across the fire from her and studied me briefly as she devoured the meat before her as if unsure if I might yank it away from her. I'd had my fair share of such treatment in the dungeons.

Never again.

I pushed more of the second goose towards her and softly said, "There is no need to eat so fast. Take your time. No one is taking the food from you."

I made what I hoped was a calming gesture indicating to slow down and surprisingly she did. She definitely seemed to be understanding me more.

Looking away from her I stared out at the moonlit night. It was quite warm and very bright.

There was no need for a fire, but I had one anyway, as I had little else that would prove effective as a weapon against predators in the night.

Somewhere out there was at least one man who spoke the same language as I did. A man I was to ally with and go to a far land with.

A man whose progeny would be the mate source mate-rial for my own. My gaze came back to the woman that I knew so very little about and yet right now wanted with an intensity that was hard to refrain from.

I wanted her bare so I could be entirely enamored with the giving softness and warmth of her flesh. I waited though.

It was hard, but I waited, until I could see that she was full. She laid the last bone down and I stood up.

Her whole body jerked back from the fire slightly. She stayed put though, as I came around the fire toward her.

Reaching down I reclaimed the rope still about her neck and with a slight tug I encouraged her up to her feet. She got up willingly enough and I started off into the moonlight.

In some ways it was as bright as some days were. I led her to a pool of clear water that the moon brightly reflected itself upon.

Coming close I took the noose from off her neck. She was breathing hard, but she stayed put as I backed away.

Backing up to a boulder I sat down upon it. Trying to reflect calmness I pulled at my shirt and then indicated her dress and then I pointed to the pond of water behind her.

I had already bathed while she'd slept and the two geese had cooked.

She looked from me to the cool water longingly. Her gaze returned and I could tell that she was waiting for me to leave, but I was doing no such thing.

That became clear to even her after the passage of sev-eral long moments of silence between us. Her fingers rose and within moments the dress was on the ground and just as quickly she was splashing into the water until she was immersed up to her neck.

Ruefully, I shook my head as I had been imagining a more long drawn out maneuver of undress in my fanta-sies. One day it would be so, but right now I needed to make sure that my gorgeous slave girl stayed put.

I watched her eye the other edges of the pool. Idly I got up and picking up her dress I brought it to the pool's edge and began to wash it.

She stared at me in open shock and to my best ability to do so I ignored her. It was hard to, especially as I heard the water begin to splash as she began to wash her hair.

I got up and wrung out her wet dress as best as I could and then turning my back to the pool I walked back to the fire. There I spread her dress out over a nearby bush.

I could practically feel her frustration in the night behind me back at the pool. The perfect opportunity to escape, but she had no clothes.

As much as I was amused by her predicament I was al-so a man in pain. The ache to be in her, to touch her, and just plain hold her was upon me with an intensity I just couldn't hold back any longer.

I went back to the pool. With relief I saw that she was still there.

I lifted a hand and crooked a finger at her. She knew.

Slowly she came up out of the water. The moonlight touched off her silken curves like a fantasy come to life.

I watched, entirely mesmerized, as bare as the day she'd been born she came to me. I half expected her to throw a rock at me, but her hands were empty.

There were tears on her face, though, tears that gave evidence of the battle being fought within. She came to a stop and I closed the distance to her.

I wanted to touch all that I saw of her at once and yet I was nearly undone by the vision of her by moonlight as it was. Breathing heavy I bypassed the sweet visions of fullness that were her breasts and brought my hand to her face.

I rubbed at the tear trail I found there. Again, I had no idea what she expected of me, but I had the feeling that my actions were a surprise to her.

"You are very beautiful. What is your name?"

Her eyes lifted and I repeated the question again. She seemed to comprehend and slowly her full lips moved with the insistence of my stroking thumb and said, "Ayan-gla."

The name was strange to me, but pointing to myself, I said, "Alon."

Her eyes watched me and with honesty, I said, "I want you Ayangla, but I... you're too beautiful for me to last even a moment and I very much want to last for a very long time in you."

I couldn't tell how much she understood, but I knew what I suddenly wanted most. I withdrew my hand from her face and quickly shed my own clothes.

I threw my shirt on the ground before me and then reaching out I let my large hands settle warmly over her narrow shoulders. I pulled her closer and put down pressure on her shoulders. She made an initial effort to resist, but then her knees gave way and she was before me on the ground eye level with my cock that had grown to seemingly new proportions.

I was taking a huge risk here. I remembered all too clearly those sharp white teeth of hers tearing meat off the bone but a short time before.

The most sensitive part of my anatomy was before her and she could well unman me if she wished to. Her face was cast into darkness and I let my hands massage through her wet coal black hair and finally I took the plunge and threw my fate to the wind.

My fingers gripped her head securely and feeling massively endowed I looked down to see my thick cock come up against her full lips. The feeling of her lips against the head of my shaft was sublime, but I pushed onward hungry for more.

Her lips parted and then her teeth as I insistently pressed forward into her mouth. With relief I felt her teeth scrape out of the way as my invading cock forced her mouth open farther and farther until her lips were stretched wide apart.

The wet heat of her mouth was intoxicating as was the heavy rush of her breathing against my body through her nose. Her hands rose to press against my thighs lightly and I recognized in that action a silent plea to stop and then I felt her choke.

I pulled back out of her mouth. A dribble of drool and no doubt some of my pre-ejaculate escaped her panting lips.

She wiped at it quickly. Her eyes darted up at me and in them I read a complete enigma.

She didn't seem to hate what I had just done, but she was clearly alarmed by the reality of what I could do to her. Strangely, she didn't seem to know that it was I that was at her complete mercy.

I let a hand fall from her head to caress under her jaw. With insistence my shaft returned to her lips and I held her steady for my invasion of her mouth once more.

Her eyes lifted up to me with alarm as my one hand warmly massaged her throat. I pushed deeper in and again she choked.

I pulled back but not completely out of her mouth. Massaging her throat consolingly I pressed in once more.

Her throat quivered beneath my touch, but this time she didn't choke and with a groan I sank my shaft fully down the back of her throat. All ability for her to breathe was cut off and with control I didn't know that I possessed I forced myself to refrain from remaining deep for as long as I desired to.

I pulled out until just the head of my shaft graced the outline of her lips. She breathed hollowly around my shaft as if she'd been in a race.

I gave her a moment to breathe and then I was stretching her lips open wide again, even as I filled out her delicate throat with my shaft once more. Everything about this girl was sublimely tight.

Her lips barely managed me and her throat was a literal massage. In and out I eased my shaft as I took full pleasure in the complete domination of the girl before me on her knees.

Eventually I became too far gone to withhold the inevi-table that such pleasure as she was affording me had evoked. I cut off her gasps for air around my shaft by pressing deeply and with a roar I came in jetting streamers down her throat.

Even in the midst of my orgasmic delirium, I knew she needed a breath and I forced my spurting shaft to pull back. She choked and almost bit me as my seed poured into her mouth thickly, even as it ran down her throat and out of the corners of her mouth.

Then her mouth compressed about me tightly as she managed to swallow. She'd gasped for air and then swal-low some more. In ringing completion I felt the longest orgasm of my life come to a close.

The girl's body was shaking and I pulled the rest of my shaft from her mouth. She coughed and then attempted to spit, but my hand in her hair brought her head up and with force I said, "Swallow it!"

Dutifully she obeyed and I let go of her head as her mouth hung open as if it had been stretched apart and truly it had been. I had never been so insistently aggressive with a woman before and all I could say was that in the current situation, I was a different man than I had once been.