CHAPTER TWO
Unexpected Possession
My eyes opened slowly. The forest was awhirl with activity, but in the three days since my escape I had grown accustomed to its many sounds, but the sound I heard faintly in the distance was apart from the natural order I had become accustomed to.
The sound I heard now had a familiar ring to it and as I listened, I made it out to be the sound of a horse trotting. Not a wild horse either, as this one was fully shod and hence had come from the realm of men that I had left far behind.
I had never been so far from a known way before. After the great flood and in the days that had followed mankind had remained very close in settlement together.
The environment of the outlying areas was ever unstable and thus unpredictable. In the outer regions weather could change very quickly.
Forests dried up and became deserts within a year, while new ones sprouted up before where there had been nothing but a scoured plain. The beasts had multiplied too, and unlike before the flood they now kept their distance from man as much as possible seeming to know that their own past downfall in numbers had come through association with mankind.
Mankind wasn’t to be trusted and in this I was at least in full agreement with them. Up till now I had seen no one and heard no one since my exodus from Babel in the night.
Last night was the first time I had allowed myself to rest and now as I listened to the sound of a horse drawing steadily nearer to my position I lamented the fact of having rested at all. Tensed I waited in the underbrush.
I saw a glimmer of movement through the thick understory, even as my ears picked up on the fact that the horse was slowing down. I should avoid the horse and its rider like the plague, but instead I moved closer through the brush.
Gaining sight of the horse now riderless as it was pulled up to a stop beside a babbling brook something within me became wrathful as I took in the royal insignias of the House of Nimrod emblazoned on the saddle blanket. Glancing to the side, I saw a likely piece of wood and I lifted it up off the ground to grip it with deadly intent.
The faces of my wife, my children and kinsmen now all dead flashed by my eyes as I came closer and closer to the horse and its rider that I could hear splashing in the water to the left of the horse. Swinging around the horse I lifted the branch of wood high in preparation for a killing bash upon whomever I found there.
To my surprise, I found it to be a woman. As the horse shied off to the side the woman pivoted away from the babbling brook and in her haste to escape fell over backward onto her hands.
She looked up at me in stunned horror. In my own consternation, I looked down upon a girl who was truly gorgeous in appearance and yet she was arrayed in the palace garb of Nimrod’s finest silk raiment.
Any brood of that viperish Emperor no matter how beautiful in appearance was to be destroyed though. Muscles drawn taut to the task of what I saw as my duty to do before God, I swung the club with full intent to end a life.
The girl screamed and as she did an invisible force caught the club, even as a voice of authority spoke from within my mind and said, “No son, she has served the lot of a slave, even as you have been made to do. I do not find her worthy of death.”
Entirely shaken I stood trembling as sweat rolled off of me in waves. Breathing hard I stared down at the girl crying out unintelligibly to me for what I took to be mercy.
Mercy? Had any mercy been given to the women of my clan?
No, there had not been, but held poised by the Divine force that had stopped me, I looked down as the girl covered her head with both hands as she bowed to the ground before me. Her action at self-preservation showed me the clear evidence that the Creator hadn’t been lying to me.
Slave manacles were bound about her wrists, even as the golden bracelets of a slave adorned her upper arms tightly. No member of Nimrod’s lineage was allowed to serve as a slave.
Slowly I lowered the branch the rest of the way to the ground. As the tip of it touched the ground, she glanced up at me unsteadily.
Her cascading hair was as black as the night and her features were entirely olive toned. In many ways she appeared to be potentially of my own lineage gained from Shem.
Was she? Did that even matter?
She did not have the words of the common tongue, but did anyone now?
I spoke into the silence, “How did you escape from the city?”
She blinked rapidly and slowly shook her head. Her consternation was very real to behold.
She could not understand me and with new fear I saw her regard me with even more trepidation. Things that were new were often regarded with fear by the surviving offspring of men who had come through the worst disaster ever known to man and here we both were going through a new occurrence of disaster with each other.
Not being able to communicate was truly a disaster given that just a few days ago all mankind had been able to talk with one another and be understood. I looked away and as I did the girl sprang to her feet.
She jerked upon the mane of the horse as one slimly muscled leg revealed itself as she attempted to mount the horse and make a getaway. I was of the mine to just let her go, when the same voice from before spoke, “From the time you first place your seed deeply within her, she will begin to discern the meanings of the language I have given you to speak from this day forth.”
Seemingly outside of my own control I stepped forward swiftly as she swung upward into the saddle in desperation to escape. My hand caught a full swath of her richly unbound hair and with a firm tug of possession she fell backward out of the saddle to land at my feet even as the horse bucked and neighed with terror.
I heard the air leave the girl's lungs, but my grip on her hair remained. She started to rise up off the ground only to scream and press back up against my legs as if in intense need for shelter.
Dry mouthed, I remained still, as I stared at the great lion standing just a little ways off from us. We were dead.
I had no sword and even if I’d had one it wouldn’t have been enough. The lion was truly massive and I saw our deaths easily unfolding as he looked me in the eye at the same level as my own eyes.
The girl in mute terror bunched up against my legs as we both stared death in the face. I let go of her hair and instead let the palm of my hand rest reassuringly down upon her head.
It did no good, but I whispered anyway, “Don’t move.”
Whether she understood or not she complied and with bated breath we waited as the lion enigmatically regarded us. Seeming to lose interest, then it moved away with a swish of its tail as if to say that both of us were unimportant to it.
The two of us remained motionless for several long moments after the lion’s departure for fear that it would return. Blinking, I regained my composure and reaching down I gripped the girl’s shoulders to help bring her up to her feet.
I saw a flash of steel and the instinctual reflexes of surviving death for a year now in Nimrod’s death arenas had my hand catching hers even as I gave her a good smack across the cheek to disrupt her concentration. She blinked and swayed on her feet and quickly I forced the small knife from her grip.
Far from being angered I was instead impressed. She came at me then with teeth bared and as gently as I could and yet entirely forceful in manner I wrapped her up in a chokehold.
She struggled valiantly to be free, but as able-bodied of a woman as she was, she simply was not a match for the brute like strength that I possessed and with an exasperated final cry, she collapsed into unconsciousness and I let my arm go so she could breathe as now I had no wish to kill her. Fully passed out I let her slip down to the ground gently.
I stood over her then gazing downward. It was easy to see now as she lay on her stomach the well-defined curves of her body that I had seemingly been blind to before. Not now, though.
I felt the length of my manhood expand and harden as the very real desire came over me to lift the girl’s dress out of the way and make my way deeply into her. It had been a very long time since I’d known a woman.
My woman was dead now, along with my three children. Nothing was ever bringing them back and in many ways I felt like I should’ve died with them, but here I was tasked with the chore of surviving by the Almighty Himself. It was very clear to me that He’d given me this woman.
Hesitantly, I knelt down on one knee beside her. My hand shook as I let it fall to lay on her back.
Slowly I let it slide down her spine. She was very warm and even through the feel of the material I sensed the softness of her skin.
That said, she was capably built and she had fought to free herself very bravely. My hands found her sharply indented waist and with a groan I let it ride there even as my other hand was drawn to the other side as if the touch of her waist was mesmerizing.
I stayed as I was for a long moment and then I let both of my hands slide downward to be filled fully with the girl’s wide hips even as my thumbs traced with pressure across her ass. The girl’s head lifted off the grassy floor of the forest and with one hand I reached up to press it back down.
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 thinking.
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 taking.
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 repetitively 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 promise 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 finally 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 looking 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.