3 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 understand 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 advantage 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 material 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 several 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 fantasies. 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 also 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, "Ayangla."

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 inevitable 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 swallow 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.

Much of the sweetness of character and even kindness I had once had for others needs was now gone almost entirely 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 womanhood 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 encouragement. She looked at me as if I was crazy before cramming 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 altogether. 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 orgasmed 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 impossible 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 into 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 semblance 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.