Cave Man

Much of the sweetness of character and even kindness I had once had for others needs was now gone almost en-tirely from me. It had been stripped from me by the arena and now all that was left was something hard.

Something that knew what it wanted as my shaft began thickening again. I knew what it was that I needed.

The girl before me on her knees groaned in fright at the sight of my shaft restrengthening already. Smiling savagely I reached down and pulled her up to her feet and even then I didn't stop.

With firmness I folded her over my shoulder and headed back for the firelight. She shifted briefly, but my palm riding up against her ass along with the entrance to her womanhood had her abruptly stilling in place.

I didn't stop at the fire, but continued on. Turning a corner, I stepped into a sheltered glen bathed with moonlight.

I came up to the two thin trees I had found earlier. I let her down and breathing heavy her swollen lips fell open even as her arms tried to defensively fold over her breasts.

That wasn't happening. Catching her one wrist I brought a strand of rope through the manacle loop and pulled it tight.

Her eyes widened, but before she could react or struggle I had her other wrist tied off to a tree to the other side of her. Now she stood defenseless against my every caress and with a little cry of despair, I heard her exclaim her fright in her newfound predicament as I sank to my knees and let my mouth do what it had yearned to do all day, which was to envelop one of her dark areoled nipples completely within my mouth.

I suckled hard and it was like a lightning bolt coursed through her body. The girl was most definitely responsive!

My lips and tongue continued their caress even as my fingers tormented her other nipple. I switched sides and she openly cried out as she twisted in vain against her restraints.

I devoured her succulent breast with kisses, nibbles, and even a few slight bites that I made carefully sure not to leave a mark with. All the time as I did this I listened to the pleas and exclamations bubble out of her.

My hand left her one breast to coast down her smooth side until I crossed over the front of her thigh to press it against the very heart of her femininity. She was like lava to the touch and entirely drenched with wetness.

I pulled back from her breast, letting the nipple go free as I sat back on my haunches before her. She twisted in the moonlight before me on tiptoe and I truly had never seen a more erotic sight.

I pressed with a finger and her sheath's entrance gave way to it tightly. She was so tight even to a single finger.

Groaning with desire for her I worked my finger up into her all the way. She groaned loudly and stood up on tiptoe, but my finger went wherever she did.

She couldn't escape and in anguish she looked down at me as I began to give her a second finger. Her eyes closed as both my fingers seated fully to the hilt within her.

She was breathing hard and her outward bound hands were clenched into fists. I moved my fingers and she groaned.

Wet trails from her womanhood were spilling down over my hand and with authority I worked her woman-hood with my hand. I knew what I was doing even as it was very clear to me that this girl had never had anything like this done to her before.

As a slave I very much doubted that anything had ever been done for her pleasure, but now was different and with delight for each moan I was eliciting out of her I shifted my fingers within her. Her feet were small and with pleasure I watched her shift about on them as my large hands kept her full thighs split apart.

She began to pant and I took note of it. I leaned forward and wetly licked into her navel before pressing wet kisses all over her softly rounded belly.

She exclaimed something unintelligible and then a half scream broke past her lips. My fingers were literally seized fast within her and with wonder I looked up to see her eyes crammed shut as with a series of loud exclaimed moans she came in a fit of glorious ecstasy.

Everything about her reactions was that of someone experiencing something new. Something so unexpected that her body's reactions were catching her completely by surprise.

Rhythmically her womanhood clamped down upon my fingers and with a desire to never stop hearing her breathlessly moan with pleasure I moved them within her. I let my thumb soaked with the essence of her rub down fully towards the front of her opening.

Her whole body jerked and with a cry, she wantonly fell onto my fingers as a fierce wave of contraction swept through her. I didn't stop with the manipulations of my thumb though.

I could've shot my seed out upon the ground so turned on I was from the sound and feel of her pleasure, but I wanted it to be in her so I waited even as with every rub of my thumb and twisting of my fingers I had her whole body jerking in repeated ecstasy. Tears streaming down her face she cried out words to me as she hung suspended between the two trees.

I took my face away from where I had been kissing the outer swell of her full hip. She was begging me to stop even as she now hung upon my fingers in exhaustion.

I let my thumb move away from the engorged pleasure center that it had been stroking. The night air around us was thoroughly drenched with the scent of her womanly essence and it only made me crave her more.

I moved my fingers again and tiredly she came up on her toes once again as if to escape, but she couldn't. Her eyes opened and she looked down at me in consternation as my fingers began to move in her in a different way than before.

With both of my fingers together, I rubbed the forward wall of her sheath repetitively. She swallowed even as her hips began to sway into the action of my stroke.

Her head fell back and I watched her mouth come open. She groaned and clenched her teeth only to then look down at me in desperation, but I already knew what was about to happen.

I spread my hand warmly over her belly and pressed with my fingers even as I nodded my head with encour-agement. She looked at me as if I was crazy before cram-ming her eyes shut and then with a loud exclamation that shook the night her body exploded once more in orgasm.

It was a different kind of orgasm. An orgasm that had her drenching my hands with a clear fluid long known for its healing properties, a fluid known to prolong the life of men and make them younger.

Men were living ever shorter days, but even so there were few who took the time to encourage the fountain of youth held preciously secret inside women ever ready to spring forth and rejuvenate their days.

Instead, men destroyed themselves by having union with other men and foregoing the use of a woman alto-gether. I was not such a man.

Ayangla's body twitched and swayed before me as she was held drunkenly with pleasure on her feet by the ropes at her wrists. She seemed barely conscious as with intense reflection, I brought my cupped together hands to my lips and drank down the sweet fluid that had come from her.

I did not swallow all of it though. Getting to my feet I undid her restraints and she collapsed against me and with little effort I lifted her to lay over my shoulder once more.

Going through the moonlit darkness I reached the campfire. Laying her down within the range of the fire's glow I watched as her eyes opened even as I knelt down over her.

She cried out then even as her nails dug hard into my back reflexively as I took my pleasure and forced the or-gasmed tightness of her body to give way to my total domination of it. Her breath was a heavy rasp and her eyes wild as my shaft spread her apart and pierced her deeply to the core.

Her mouth was open in a pant for air. I lowered my wet lips to hers and as I did her breathing stilled.

I stayed deep within her clasping tightness for a long moment and as I did our eyes connected and slowly I let the sweet fluid I had captured from her slip into her own mouth. She swallowed and with surprise reflected in their depths her eyes gazed up intensely into mine.

It was always good to give life back to the source from where it had come from. I had no desire to use this woman up.

She was my woman. My mate.

The mother of my destiny, as every man's destiny is found through the children he seeds into a woman.

I lifted my lips from hers and spoke, "Ayangla you are mine. Wherever I go, you will follow. Where I lay down so will you. The children you bear me will be mine. Now open to me!"

She gasped loudly as with both hands, I pulled her legs up to splay them apart to either side. I held them widely stretched apart as with intenseness bordering on anger I drove into her going deeper than ever before.

She shook beneath my clamped down grip and then with a cry squeezed about me so hard that it was impossi-ble to withhold any longer from letting go. In some ways it was as if her body had pulled me in even deeper at the last.

I groaned deeply with ecstasy as my essence flowed in-to her in wave after wave even as she lay twisting beneath my grip and body weight with an ecstasy of feeling that was all her own. I let her legs go and shaking they came around me even as I collapsed down to my elbows only allowing my chest to smash her full breasts flat.

Seizing her head I kissed her hard. Even through the hard possession of her mouth by mine, I felt her own lips respond to kiss me back in return.

Her small hands pressed against my back. Not to push me away, but rather to hold me close.

The signs of her feminine welcome of me as her master were the strongest of all aphrodisiacs, even as the taste of her mouth and sweet breath was an overwhelming sensation not to deny oneself of ever. Gasping for air I let her lips go free and she gasped for air just as hard as I was doing.

Breathing hard I pulled my once more raging shaft free of her wet gripping tightness. Her eyes reflected a sem-blance of both wonder and mystery as she saw me go back on my heels before her.

I pulled back further still and she was already groaning from expectation as my mouth lowered to her opening and I began to lick, suck, and then thoroughly devour her. Her hands clenched hard in my hair, but I ignored them.

She was a taste I would never deny myself from consuming. Crying out her hands beat at the ground and the beastly nature I'd been born with once more rose within me.

Pulling back, I quickly flipped her, only to pull her hips up to me in the manner that I had first taken release in her body. This time though it was different.

Instead of the resisting body of a woman fearful of agony I was met with the giving softness of a fully flowered woman already awash with pleasure and eager to experience more. I gave her my shaft all the way to the core and she moaned with the pleasure of it as if I had just done something very special and in a very real way I felt as if I just had.

Gripping her wide hips I taught her once more to know the full depth and breadth of me and from her panting lips I heard my name whispered out over and over again as her head tossed and her black hair cascaded about everywhere in the ecstasy of being mated by a man from this day forward that only had her best interests at heart. At the last I reached forward and gripped a hold of her raven dark hair and as I pulled on it I drove in even deeper.

Groaning gutturally I lost my seed for the second time within the wonderful realm of her plushly welcoming womanhood of intense heat. As I gave full reign to orgasm I wasn't the only one.

Her earthen cries sang through the night air with an erotic beat even as she bathed my manhood and thighs once more with the waters from her hidden spring. It was a good feeling.

It was so good to be in this woman. I thanked my Creator, all over again, for the gift of this woman.

Survival on my own would have been rather pointless, but with this girl life now had an intense meaning to it. It made sense why I should fight to survive.

The future to be had with this woman could be so vastly different. So very different from the already fallen ways of the other sons of Noah.

Breathing heavy and suddenly deeply weary I fell over to my side and then my back. Ayangla now lay completely on her front panting heavily beside me.

I'd shown her no mercy and neither would I in the days to come. She was mine and I'd take her as many times as I liked, but always I would endeavor to give her pleasure too.

I entangled my hand in her dark mane of coal black hair. My fingers tightened into a loose grip of it.

She wasn't going anywhere.

CHAPTER FOUR

Warmth

Female Perspective

Ayangla lay with her face turned to the side. In resignation, she lay as she had fallen.

It was dark, and the fire had mostly gone out. She wanted the cover and warmth of her dress, but it was lost to her.

Three times she'd tried to pull away only to have her new master's powerful hand grip tighter about her hair. He never woke up, but it was clear that he wasn't letting her go, not even in his sleep.

The only part of her that was passably warm was the side that bordered him. He was hot to the touch. So very warm.

Ayangla bit her lip as she shivered. If moving away was not an option, then that left just one thing to do.

There were too many more hours in the night to face and it was only getting colder. Slowly she turned and moved in to cuddle against her master's side.

She gasped slightly as full contact was made with him. It was almost too much for her to manage as she felt her right breast settle over his chest even as her other pressed into his side intimately.

Shyly she let one thigh coast up over the top of his. That done, she let her hand settle down over his chest.

The grip upon her hair lessened and then left altogether as his hand came down to splay out over her back just above her bottom. She let her cheek rest down against his shoulder and wearily she closed her eyes.

The man was so blessedly warm. He was also savage and entirely domineering.

He'd made the point of his ownership over her very clear. She literally felt his possession of her like it was a tangible essence that could be observed.

From the possessive hand on her back to the copious amounts of his seed deeply poured into her, she felt it, but it was even more than that. He had given her pleasure.

Untold amounts of pleasure. She would never have dreamed such pleasure was possible if he hadn't made her to feel it and he very much had worked hard to make her feel it.

Her insides ached from the feel of his burgeoning shaft having its way up into her so aggressively, but there was also a deep-seated ache to feel him do it all over again. The pleasure had been so intense and somehow even in this there was a testament of possession over her by this man.

She wanted to feel the pleasure he'd given her again. She wanted him, his shaft, inside her, again and again.

How had he made her love these new pleasures? In a way she should hate him, but really the only question to that was, "Why?"

He'd fed her and even now he was a source of warmth for her. Just being with him was a security of safety and as longevity went it was clear that he intended for her to remain with him.

Children were most definitely in this man's plans and that wasn't something to not be desired. She wanted children to.

She'd just never imagined things ending up like this. Instead of her children being born into the life of a slave maybe they could be something more. Something special.

The man was leaving civilization far behind. He was going into the wilds where very few went.

They could die quickly. But at least out in the wilds if they did perish it would be in a state of freedom.

This man may have claimed her roughly to be his, but it was also clear that he was no typical slave master. There was something that said she had value in his eyes.

A value above, simply what pleasure could be afforded to him by the use of her body. She'd been used for years and she knew what it felt like to be used and what had happened earlier had felt like something completely different.

The man's heat warmed her in wave after wave of as-surance of his virility and Ayangla with very few reservations for the future ahead of her fell asleep with her hand poised over Alon's heart.

CHAPTER FIVE

A New Day

It was getting light all around us, but I didn't have the heart to wake her yet. At some point in the night she had drawn close.

Progressively in search for warmth I guessed she had shifted until now she lay entirely on top of me. I watched her head rise and fall with every breath that I took.

She truly was a thing of delight and not able to restrain myself, I brought my hands to her sides and pulled her further up me. Her eyes abruptly flew open.

She made to push away, but my hand lifted to the back of her head and pressed and within a moment we were drinking in each other's breath. I kissed her wetly and with insistence, I eventually got her to open her mouth.

When it finally did sweetly fall open I pressed my tongue in to play with hers even as my hands reveled in the curving slope of her back until they met the sublime arching curve of her ass and that is where they stayed.

My fingers curled over the cheeks of her bottom and I pulled. Her ass split apart, only to be pressed together again by my hands.

Her lips broke from mine and I saw her blink appreciably as I continued to work her ass. She liked what I was doing I could tell.

On her elbows, she stared at me and then blushed as my gaze lowered to her full breasts. I looked meaningfully from her one breast to her eyes and then back again.

She knew what I wanted. I was curious to see what she would do though.

Her countenance blushed several shades darker and yet slowly she began to move. She hitched herself forward several inches and leaning to the one side she offered me with one hand the dusky brown nipple that my eyes had hungered for.

My mouth enveloped her nipple wetly and I began a full suckle upon her breast that had no gentility to it. Her whole body twitched and her hand left her breast to brief-ly push at my chest, but I claimed her wrist with mine.

She was mine to taste and I wouldn't be denied the de-light that her breasts could afford me. She shook within my grip as I hungrily suckled upon her with the firm latch of an adult man.

She would give me milk long before the birth of our first child and with that emphatic thought to myself, I shifted her and hungrily took hold of her other nipple. She gasped and bucked against the grip of my mouth, but I gave her no mercy.

I was hungry, so very hungry to once again be nour-ished daily by the body of a woman. Both of her breasts had engorged with blood and in a way I could tell that my actions were already provoking a physiological change within her.

I glanced up from my mouth's clasp of her warm, sweet flesh to see her eyes crammed shut even as the breath came fast to her lips. Letting my restraining hand slide away from her back, I let it come beneath her.

Firmly my fingers rolled her other nipple. She jerked and as I suckled hard on the other I felt the beauty of her orgasm course across her whole frame.

She screamed with extreme passion and then with a desperate look to them I saw her eyes open. There were tears in them, even as the pleasure I had her experiencing had her writhing upon me in naked want.

I was being too hard with her. I let her abused nipple escape and bringing her head down I kissed her on the lips wetly.

Her lips swollen from earlier parted without resistance and again I tasted her mouth. Her eyes that were so hard to read stared into mine as I wetly explored the depths of her mouth.