“I suspect there will be no convenient egress.”
“I guess we’re here to—to get to know each other better. As it was with the real Adam and Eve.”
“To be sure. I wonder whether there is a forbidden tree.”
“Forbidden?”
“One that bears the fruit of the knowledge of good and evil.”
“Oh. Yes. I guess there could be. Maybe we’ll have to eat of it to get out of here.”
“Or to be cast out.”
“Whatever. Let’s look.”
Veil picked up her baby and they browsed through the garden. They sampled the fruit, which seemed to be of every kind, all of it remarkably and tasty. They need never go hungry here.
But soon after eating, Prior found his erection forming again. Veil, too, seemed antsy.
“I believe this fruit has aphrodisiac properties,” she said. “You too? I guess they meant it when they said honeymoon.”
“You still prefer to avoid copulation?”
“I guess I look like a liar, with my dick rising. But I don’t want it unless you do.”
“The desire is upon me, but I confess I prefer to avoid it at this time, simply because I would prefer to know you better. A man can indulge in sex at any time, with any available woman, but a woman prefers to have more of a relationship.”
“So you’re in the same fix I’m in. Your flesh is rampant.”
“Correct. We are in this together. Shall we do the honors for each other?”
“You sure made me spew in a hurry. But I don’t know how to do that for you.”
“I will show you.”
She set the baby down again, sat on a convenient mossy rock, leaned back, and spread her legs.
“Wet your finger.”
He looked around. “No water.”
“With your mouth. Saliva is a fine lubricant.”
Oh. He put his finger in his mouth, wetting it thoroughly. Then he kneeled and peered into her open crevice. The sight made his erection swell valiantly.
“What now?”
“Slide your finger along the channel to the end.” He put the tip in her cleft and slid down to her hole, poking into it. As the warm flesh surrounded his finger, she reached across, touched his penis, and made it geyser. She certainly had the touch.
“Now the other direction,” she said. He drew his finger out and slid it to the other end of the channel. There was a small hooded knob there. “That is the clitoris,” she said. “Stroke it, very lightly.”
He did so, fascinated. First it swelled under his touch. Then she stiffened, breathing faster, and her body quivered. Then she closed her legs on his hand, pinning his finger there, while she writhed with orgasmic pleasure. Her climax took longer than his, but seemed no less intense.
“Kiss me,” she said. He moved his face to hers and kissed her mouth, finding it despite the blob of a hood. Her face seemed normal in that darkness. She met him with considerable passion.
“That was good,” she said. “But maybe we shouldn’t eat more of the fruit.”
“Until we get hungry? Let’s face it, as with the fart food, we’re stuck for it. Eat and abate; we’ll get by.”
They moved on through the warm jungle. Suddenly they came to a stone wall. Rather, it was a sheer cliff, rising a hundred feet or so into the sky. There was no way to scale it; it was, for them, an impassible barrier.
They followed it to the side, eating fruits as convenient. That led to another crisis of desire. This time they didn’t bother to lie or sit down. Veil took hold of his penis and made it jettison its load, and he stroked his finger along her cleft as she stood holding her baby. Soon she clenched her thighs on his hand and shook with her orgasm.
“But you know, there is a more direct way to do this,” she said.
“Yes, but—”
“Let’s agree that in this circumstance sex has no meaning other than the relief of a temporary condition. Once we get out of this conducive garden, we can revert to normal relations.”
That did seem to make sense. “Okay.”
“To make it quite clear, we’ll use the rear position. No kissing.”
That seemed to make sense of a sort. They walked until they came to another boundary. This one was the opposite: a cliff leading downward. It dropped into a dark gulf that seemed to have no other side.
“It must be that Eden is set into the side of a mountain,” Veil said. “Perhaps cut away to make a broad ledge. Thus we can’t go up or down.”
So it seemed.
“We should have known that they wouldn’t let us simply walk away from it.”
“There remains more to explore.”
They cut back into the forest, eating as they went. In due course the fruit got to them again. “So how do we do this, this time?” Prior asked, his member standing.
“You will climax before I do, especially if there is no clitoral stimulation. You will have to slow down.”
“I don’t think I can.”
“This may help.”
She took hold of his penis and pressed a nerve below its base. Suddenly his member went numb, but did not go limp.
“What did you do?” he asked, alarmed.
“It’s merely a temporary nerve block to detune you enough to match my pace. Now slide it in and pump.”
She leaned forward and braced one hand against the trunk of a tree. The other held her baby.
Well, if that was the way she wanted it, he could oblige. Prior set his anesthetized member at her proffered crack and found the entry with his finger rather than the dulled end of his penis. He slid the tip in, made sure of the lodging, and pressed the shaft on after it. Soon he came up against her buttocks. He was all the way in, though he wouldn’t have known from the sensation in his member.
He thrust, and felt some faint response. He pulled out, and pushed in, and got a little more. He repeated, pistoning constantly, and slowly, slowly, the feeling intensified. Then she reacted, her vagina clenching around him, relaxing, and clenching again. She was going into her orgasm, and that helped him, but he still had to pump hard to work it into a climax.
Her orgasm raged like a seizure, exploding around him. She rode his pole, squeezing its length, milking it, seeming almost to suck at it. Maybe there was some suction, as he pulled back his stroke. She worked on him as her orgasm ran its course and faded.
At last he came. He pumped harder yet, sensation returning, and finally, almost painfully, spewed out his substance. It felt as if he were putting a gallon of hard cider into her, though he knew it was merely a spoonful of apple juice.
“Well, that wasn’t easier,” she said. “Maybe we can find another variant, next time.”
They came to a glade that might be in the center of the garden. A single tree stood in its center.
“That would be the Tree of Knowledge,” she said. “Of whose fruit we must not eat.”
So it seemed.
“It’s getting late. We need to find a place to sleep.”
“Anywhere will do,” she said. “There are no hostile bugs or creatures.”
They gathered moss to make a bed, and settled down. The urge was on them again.
“Maybe if you start before me,” he suggested. “So you won’t have to numb me.”
“Good idea. Get behind me, but don’t enter until I tell you.”
She lay on her side, her bottom presented. He saw that she was nursing her baby. Probably that was what she had to do, to keep the child quiet, but merging it with sex was weird.
He lay behind her, his groin not touching. He reached around her hip, found her crevice, and stroked her button. He was getting better at it, and soon she reacted, her body shaking. But she didn’t tell him to enter. Only when she seemed to be well into her orgasm did she gasp “Now!”