For the Life Mother Ch. 04

The sun was setting low. I was propped up against the small boulder and Penelope slept, using my lap as a pillow. I ran my fingers through her soft red hair and watched her round stomach with a mix of fear and excitement. How could she have a baby in only a few hours? She had tried to ease my initial shock but how were we supposed to raise a baby with nothing but a couple peach trees in an open field. I decided it didn't really matter, this was all some dream anyway. The sooner I could get to sleep, the sooner I could wake up back in my dorm room.

Unfortunately, that wasn't the case. I awoke to the gentle kisses of Penelope against my cheeks and forehead. "It's time, my James." Her green eyes looked down at me with all the love of a mother, her pregnant belly supporting my head. The sun had just peeked over the mountains and I squinted in the dim morning light. So I could sleep in this world and wake up to a new day, how long would this experience last?

"Time for what?" I asked, rubbing my face. Then I stopped and looked up at her. "You mean, time for..." She nodded. I jumped to my feet and looked down at the beautiful red-head. She looked like she was about to burst, but her full stomach somehow suited her wide hips and large breasts and I couldn't help but pause to admire her beauty. I hadn't really taken her seriously the previous day, for one, babies aren't born less than a day after conception, for two, I really didn't think I'd still be here. The reality hit me like a bus, we were so incredibly unprepared to have a baby. "What the fuck do we do?" I ran my fingers through my hair and paced back and forth in front of her.

She laughed and leaned back against the rock. "We do what we were made to do, my James." She closed her eyes and her face changed from amusement to intense focus. Her breathing became heavy and slow.

"What do you need, what can I do?" I knelt in front of her and she opened her legs. She adjusted, scooting down the rock so she was reclined and her breathing grew heavier.

"Shh..." she said. I couldn't tell if she was shushing me or if she was just breathing through her teeth but I I didn't have any clue what to do so I sat silently, uselessly.

She began to open and close her legs and her face contorted like she was having an orgasm, then like she was in pain, then back again. She began breathing faster and opened her thighs wide. Then I saw it, a black mass parted her lips and began to push out of her, pushing her open wide around what looked like slimy, black melon. Then the mass retracted back into her before she pushed again, half groaning, half yelling.

I couldn't look away. I crawled forward, ready to catch whatever it was. She pushed again and her pussy stretched to the size of a coconut around the dark, hairy orb. Then a pale face emerged for a moment under the crown of hair before being sucked back inside her. My heart raced as I watched and Penelope moaned as she forced the head out of her. The tiny scrunched face was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. "Pull her out of me," she said between breaths.

I grabbed the wet ball of dark hair and gently pulled the baby by the base of the skull. She groaned and pushed one final time before the infantile body practically flopped out of her. There didn't seem to be any umbilical cord, or afterbirth, just a small pissed off human looking girl with short black hair. I couldn't help but cry and laugh at the same time. Yesterday I was sitting in a filthy dorm room, today I was holding a perfect child I had made with a beautiful woman. "What's her name?" Penelope asked.

"Raven," I said without even thinking, then gently set the baby in Penelope's arms. "We need shelter," I said, and some mysterious force awoke in me. I was suddenly taken by an unmistakable purpose to protect my family.

I looked around, weighing my options. There was a road, which meant there was some sort of civilization in this world. I looked past the road to the hills and mountains beyond, it seemed too extreme an environment to travel in nothing but my birthday suit. I looked to the forest behind me and had similar thoughts, it was closer, but I was nowhere near prepared. "I think we should follow the road until we find a town," I said.

"I need rest, my James, you go. We will be safe here."

"I'm not leaving you and Raven here alone, how long do you need to recover?"

Penelope sat up straighter against the rock and began breastfeeding Raven. "That isn't the issue, my sweet." She looked at me with the patient look of a teacher educating an exceptionally slow child. It wasn't patronizing though, I could see nothing but deep love in her eyes. "The people of the world are superstitious. Raven is going to grow very quickly, if they see anything that isn't their accepted truth, they could become dangerous for us. We will be safer here." She held out her hand and I took it. She pulled me in for a kiss and I greedily accepted, tasting her mouth. She giggled and pushed me away, "You go, and bring back any breeders you find. We are both in charge, remember?"

I pushed my forehead against hers and looked down into the hazel eyes of our daughter, then nodded, and walked toward the road. "I'll be back no later than tomorrow night," I promised.

I took a long drink from the river and prayed it wouldn't make me sick. I was thankful for the warm weather. If I had come in the winter we would have already frozen to death, then a thought occurred to me; I had no idea what type of climate I was dealing with, the temperature could change rapidly from hospitable to dangerous without much warning. I doubled my pace and worries began to swarm me like biting flies, we need protection, weapons, walls, food, water, and so much more.

Before I was a father none of that really occurred to me. It surprised me how much more of a damn I gave about my child than I did myself. I walked for hours and became more and more tired. My plan was to walk until nightfall, that way I could walk back tomorrow and be home when I had promised. But a day of walking isn't exactly a walk in the park, unless you spend all day doing it, I guess.

I eventually stopped and took another drink from the stream. Luckily, the road seemed to follow the water, so at least I wouldn't die of dehydration. A steep hill rose up beside the road and I decided to climb to the top, hoping the vantage point would give me some idea of the surrounding area. The hill was steeper than I thought though, and ended up taking almost an hour, by the time I got to the top the sun had begun to set. I sat on the edge of a small ledge and caught my breath.

The road meandered through the hills and disappeared over a bluff before snaking towards mountains in the distance. The bluff in front of me was large but I thought I saw the faint trail of smoke rising from the other side. My heart leapt in my chest and I hurried down the hill as fast as I could. I ran down the road, following the river around the large hill.

On the other side sat a small farmhouse. It looked to have an outhouse, a small pasture with two cows, a bull, and a few sheep. It was quaint but the trail of smoke told me that Penelope and I weren't alone in the world. I jogged up to the house, then slowed, realizing I was stark naked and remembered what Penelope had said. Would these farmers be accepting?

The front door swung open and I stood awkwardly a hundred feet from the deck of the old house. An older man came out of the house holding a pitchfork, he was flanked by two women wearing colonial style dresses, who looked to be about my age. The man was the spitting image of an old farmer, minus the overalls. Instead, he wore a pair of brown trousers and a shirt that I imagined was once white, but had taken on the color of old sweat. He walked up toward the road, his face creased and scowled.

I waved awkwardly, holding my hand in front of my cock, more for the gesture of having decency than the hopes of actually covering myself. "Go inside," he said to the girls, who were staring shamelessly at my exposed manhood. The two blonde girls giggled and ignored the command.

"Hello!" I said, a little too forcefully, then cleared my throat and stood silent.

The man took another step toward me and squinted at me. "My eyes ain't what they used to be boy, so you tell me, are you walkin' up to my house naked as the day you were born?"

I was relieved the man even spoke my language. I sighed. "Yes sir, I apologize for my... indecency, but if you had an extra pair of pants I could borrow, I'd be in your debt."

The old man looked back at his girls and they giggled like schoolgirls. They were very pretty, both had hazel-blue eyes and the fit of the dress told me they helped run the small farm, they were fit but well endowed in all the right places. "Why would I want you to be in my debt, you don't appear to have anything of value. Why don't you just be on your way?" He set the end of the pitchfork in the dirt and stood a little straighter.

My shoulder's fell a little but I could understand a man wanting to protect his daughters and his livelihood. "Can you at least point me in the direction of the nearest town?" I asked. The sun was just starting to set behind the tall trees of the forest and I hoped it wouldn't be far.

The man narrowed his eyes. "This ain't a main road son, you follow the road the way you was headed and you'll hit the High Road. The way you came leads to the old mine, not sure why you'd be comin from that way and not know where the nearest town was." He tilted his head as if thinking, "matter of fact, the mine's been closed for twenty five years, ain't no reason anyone would be comin from thataway." He took a step forward and his knuckles whitened around the pitchfork. "So I'll ask you once, where'd you come from and what're you doin' here?"

I swallowed, my mouth was suddenly very dry and a bead of sweat rolled down my forehead. I hadn't thought about what I would say, but even if I had, this old farmer was no fool. I eyed the gleaming tips of his pitchfork and regretted ever walking up to the farmer's house. His daughter's also eyed me and I could tell the curiosity of the strange naked man was beginning to sour into suspicion. Before I knew what I was saying, a lie fell out of my mouth. A lie that would ultimately cost the old farmer his life.

"I'm a ranger," I said, "I hunt game and forage for survival. I set my clothes on a rock to bathe and when I was finished, they had washed away, or been taken, I do not know."

The farmer nodded and muttered, "Damn filthy harpies," then spat in the dirt. "Where's yer bow?"

"That too was taken, I'm afraid." I gave a small smile, feeling more confident in my new persona. I thought about embellishing more but decided to keep my mouth shut since I knew exactly nothing about being a ranger.

One of the girls whispered something to the old farmer, who grunted but raised his eyebrows in agreement. "You ever hunt anything bigger than a rabbit?"

I nodded.

The old man scratched his face and his beard stubble quietly crackled as he thought. "Maybe I could use a ranger in my debt," then whispered something to his girls. They went into the house and came out with a folded bundle of cloth. The man grabbed the bundle before reaching it out to me. I came forward tentatively, still very aware of the large four pronged fork in the farmer's strong hand. I took the cloth and unwrapped a pair of brown trousers. "If yer gonna help me, best to keep you covered," was all he said but he glanced briefly at my groin with a disdainful look.

I quickly put on the pants and the girls watched, fascinated, then disappointed as I tied the hempen belt. The pants were too big for me and had a few tears in the lower legs, but it was good to feel clothes again. I didn't really mind the farmer and his daughter seeing me naked, but being the only naked person in the group is always awkward.

The farmer turned back toward his house, "The girls have almost finished supper, you're welcome to stay the night but you'll have to sleep in the barn."

"He can stay in our room, Daddy," one of the blonde girls spoke up and then made eye contact with me, "my name's Jemma, and this is my sister-"

"No," the man interrupted, "he can't, and he doesn't need to know our names." he glared over his shoulder at me and the threat was made very clear.

"The barn will be great," I said, trying to break the tension, but my eyes fell to Jemma's narrow waist, then traced the curve of her ass cheeks until she walked into the house.

I followed the family into the small farmhouse, the windows were all closed with heavy wooden shutters, giving the quaint room a slightly dingy feel, only lit by the fireplace on one side of the main room. Above the licking flame, sat a large iron pot and I thought about how useful an iron pot would be. The pot was bubbling and delicious smells of cooking food filled my nostrils for the first time since I left my world behind. The main room had a small table big enough to seat four people, the walls were lined with drying meat, and large sacks hung on hooks. The earthy smell of the farmhouse told me they were probably home grown vegetables and my mouth watered for a good home cooked meal. There were two doors that led to other rooms and I assumed they were bedrooms.

The farmer motioned to the table and we both sat down. The girls dished us up wooden bowls of a thick soup and the smell was amazing but there were no spoons. I slurped loudly then looked up, embarrassed. None of them seemed to even notice and the farmer began slurping his soup even louder. The girls sat down and also began to eat their soup by tipping their bowls. One of the blonde girls looked down into her bowl as she ate, but the other, Jemma, watched me over the rim of her bowl as she drank her soup down. Her eyes gleamed like a hungry wolf. Normally, a beautiful woman looking at me like that would excite me, but after the stern look from the farmer, I honestly hoped she didn't try anything.

The man rose and grabbed a small loaf of bread, tearing it into four pieces and tossing them into the center of the table. The girls each grabbed one and began cleaning the inside of their empty bowls with the bread, before scarfing down the morsels. I wasn't even halfway done with my soup so I quickly turned up my bowl, eating my soup quickly before doing the same. The farmer burped and folded his arms as the girls took our bowls.

"Tomorrow we'll head into the hills," the farmer said, "The damn harpies have been running away with more than your clothes. We've lost two sheep, a sickle, and our last spade. Trader's don't come down this dead-end road, so they aren't easy to replace. You ever hunt harpies, ranger?"

I shook my head, I had heard him mention harpies earlier but was starting to wonder what exactly he meant. I risked looking stupid to be sure I wanted to stay the course. At worst, I could slip away in the night with a full belly. "What exactly are harpies?"

He looked at me side-eyed, "Where exactly did you say you were from, ranger?"

I cleared my throat and sat up straighter, "I didn't, I've traveled a long way to get here, where I come from, harpies aren't something you encounter, are they dangerous?"

He snorted a laugh, "only in numbers, they are wicked winged vixens that drink blood to survive, they steal anything they can get their hands on. Lately they've become more bold, swooping down from the foothills in broad daylight, they need to be shown the dangers of coming down this low."

He looked at me again and I could tell his curiosity wasn't sated. "I should probably get some sleep, I'd like to be in peak form for the hunt," I stood before he could think of more prying questions. "Thank you for the meal," I said, and ducked out of the farmhouse.

"We leave before first light," He said as I walked into the night.

The air was cooler now that the sun had set but it was still warm enough for me to be comfortable shirtless. I walked to the barn and realized it wasn't much more than three walls with a thatch roof. One side of the barn was open to the road I had come from. My thoughts returned to Penelope and Raven. I needed to get back to them, and I couldn't come back empty handed.

Something hard nudged me from the side and I jumped as the farm's large bull snorted. I had never really seen a bull up close, I didn't realize how big they were. He looked up at me and I instinctively ran my hand over his long snout. He snorted again and leaned into me. I laughed, "You like that buddy?"

I looked around the small structure and found an empty spot in the dirty hay to lay down. To my surprise the two female cows came over and laid beside me. I decided to lean against one of the white and black spotted cows and watched the stars until I fell asleep.

I awoke to a weight against my chest and my eyes snapped open. A warm finger pressed against my lips and long blonde hair glowed in the moonlight. It was one of the farmer's daughters, "Jemma," I said but she clamped her hand over my mouth.

"Daddy'd kill us both," she whispered into my ear, then replaced her hand with her incredibly soft lips. I was still leaning against the cow and she was straddling me. I wrapped my hands around her waist and returned the kiss without thinking. Then she stopped and my tired brain, now addled with the electricity of her passionate kiss slowly came to life. I thought about Penelope, about raven, she sat up slightly and pulled the white slip dress over her head. My hands were pulled to her full breasts like magnets, she squeaked and shivered, "Cold hands..." I pulled them off but she grabbed them and pressed my palms against her exposed breasts, sighing and gyrating her hips.

I thought back to what Penelope had said about bringing back breeders, was she expecting me to have sex with other women? Jemma reached down, pulling my hardening cock free of my trousers. It flopped in her hands and her eyes widened in delight. "I've never seen one like this," she hesitated then smiled, "well, not on a man." She gestured to the sleeping bull on the far wall of the barn and I laughed. I supposed there wasn't anything wrong with having a little fun with the farmer's daughter, as long as he didn't find out, of course.

"Are you sure your father-" I started to say but she leaned down and kissed me again, shoving her tongue in my mouth as I groped her soft breasts and she stroked my now rock hard cock. Her nipples were perked between my squeezing fingers and I pinched, rolling the fleshy nubs gently as she sucked my lips and tongue. Then she pulled away and I moaned, wanting more. Her wet lips moved down my bare chest and I released her breasts, running my fingers through her hair and grabbing the back of her warm head as she showered my toned chest and stomach with soft kisses.

A wet click and a muffled moan signaled her taking the head of my cock into her hungry mouth. I closed my eyes and leaned against the sleeping cow as she began to suck the tip of my cock. As she licked and sucked, I could feel drips of slobber run down my shaft and balls. She ran her hands up my stomach and drug her nails down the ridges of my abs, moaning through wet bubbling slobber.

I grabbed her head harder in both hands and forced her head further down my shaft. She coughed and the burst of air caused spit to gurgle out around my cock. I pulled her up and she breathed deep, looking into my eyes with cock hungry desperation. I shoved her head back down and roughly face fucked the farmer's daughter. The wet squelching of her throat echoed into the night and my balls began to tighten. I released her head but she moaned and put my hands back on her head. She wanted more, so I gave it to her.

I felt the back of her throat stretch over the large bulb of my cock and then I pushed further. Her throat vibrated with a deep moan and I couldn't hold back any longer. The tip of my cock exploded, filling the back of her throat with thick creamy cum. She swallowed and grabbed the base of my cock, milking the orgasm out of me as I pulsed another load into her gulping gullet. She pulled the cock free of her mouth and stroked the long shaft with two hands, squeaking in surprise as another rope launched from my cockhead, splatting across her cheek. "You're still cumming?" She asked and clamped her mouth around my throbbing glans.