He positioned his member and shoved. The first thrust got him all the way inside her, and it was like diving into a storm at sea. Everything was happening so violently that it was hard to tell how much of what he felt was his orgasm and how much was hers. But he must have gotten there, because his organ went limp and he had to withdraw it.
“That was better,” she said. “Some fine tuning, and we’ll have it.”
So it seemed, again. In the night they woke with a mutual urge. “I’ll start myself,” she said.
“Be ready when.” He lay behind her, stroking her fine bottom in the darkness, waiting impatiently.
“Now.”
His penis was ready. He rammed it into the rounded alcove, feeling her channel flex around it, and spurted almost immediately. She was right: the timing was good, and her clenching enhanced his jetting.
“But what about when we don’t get hot together?” he asked.
“Good thought. Actually we don’t have to climax together. When you feel the need, just enter me and do it; I’ll understand. When I have the need, I’ll nudge into you, and you enter, and there should be enough stiffness to enable me to finish mine.”
“Good enough.” They slept again. He had eaten more fruit than she, and as a male was faster to react, so he was the first to wake. He found her posterior in the darkness and set his member carefully in. She remained asleep. There was something special about that, and he proceeded to a powerful orgasm. Then, sated, he slid out and returned to sleep.
At some point he felt her bottom nudging his groin. Oh. He grabbed his penis and held it out, touching her flesh. It wasn’t even hard, but it wedged in. Then, as she embraced it internally, it stiffened, and held while she worked herself off. That was another interesting experience, and gradually the urge built up, and as she finished he went off too, though not strongly.
As dawn approached, he woke to find himself embedded in her again; she must have guided his member while he slept. Her flesh was warm and slick around him, but this time he didn’t build to a climax. He held as firmly as possible while she did. Then, as she subsided, the urge came on him, and he started thrusting on his own. It didn’t work very well, because she was lax after her orgasm, but she held still while he worked his way through it.
They got up. There was a small stream nearby, and they took turns scooping up handfuls of water for splash baths. Then they looked around.
“We’ve got to get away from this fruit,” he said.
“I agree. Sex should be fun instead of forced. We need to let it rest.”
He looked at the central tree.
“I wonder.”
“Let’s do it.” They went to the tree, picked two of its ripe pear-like fruits, and bit into them.
“All is observed,” a voice came from the tree. “This has been part of the show.”
Oops.
“You mean what we’ve been doing, even in the dark?” Prior asked.
A holographic picture formed in the air before them, as if made in daylight. It showed Veil stirring, holding her baby in front, backing into Prior, reaching back to catch his penis and guide it in to the cleavage of her bottom. It continued, taking them through the full sexual sequence. Somehow the camera had gotten in close enough to show the details of the action, including her pink vulva lips as his somewhat flaccid member was moved along the channel and crammed somewhat bendily into the hole. That was answer enough.
“We should have known,” Veil said tightly. “Put the animals in a setting, feed them aphrodisiacs, and watch them perform for the circus crowd.”
“Now you know,” the tree said. “You will no longer be useful as innocent entertainment. Knowledge destroys naturalness. You are therefore expelled from Eden.”
“We’ll be glad to go home,” Prior said. Somehow he doubted it would be that easy.
Chapter 16—Gulf
Veil opened her eyes, wary of what she might find. Her caution turned out to be more than justified: she was in a bleak stony wasteland. Micro was beside her, his eyes still closed. They had been drugged again, and dumped in what appeared to be the gulf they had seen before. They remained naked, as was Chance. There was a sound: an ugly snuffling or oinking. Something was coming.
“Micro,” she said urgently.
He woke. “Where are we?”
“In the gulf, I think. Something’s coming.”
Micro stood, somewhat unsteadily, and looked about.
“Damn.”
“What is it?” she asked, getting to her own feet, holding Chance.
“Pigs. Big ones. They smell us and are coming this way.”
She looked desperately around. There was some scrub brush, but nowhere to go to.
“I’ll try to distract them,” he said. “You get away from here.”
“And leave you to be overrun?”
“Better than both of us getting savaged.”
It became academic. The pigs saw them and charged. They were huge brutes, a boar and a sow, standing two thirds as high as a person. It would be difficult or impossible to outrun them.
“Stand still,” Veil said. “They may not bother stationary targets.”
They stood still. The pigs charged up and stopped. They put their snouts to the human crotches and sniffed, just like unmannerly dogs. Veil was terrified, but remained absolutely still, holding Chance up out of danger, as the boar nudged his snout up between her thighs. The sow seemed to be doing something similar to Micro.
The boar jammed harder. Veil lost her balance and stumbled. She managed to turn, flinging out her right hand to catch her fall as she shielded Chance with her left. She landed clumsily on hands and knees, her baby safe.
And the boar mounted her from behind. She couldn’t scramble away because his forepart was on her, holding her down, while his corkscrew penis rammed into her posterior. It was all she could do to hold her position, so as not to collapse and crush her baby under her. All she could do was scream, and even that was more like a gasp, as she couldn’t get enough of a breath.
The boar pizzle twisted like a screw being driven into a tight hole. It was small considering the size of the animal, but was distending her vagina awkwardly. She heard an urgent grunting. Then the semen came, like water from a firehose, flooding her aperture and pressuring out to slide down her legs.
Something moved. Blearily she saw a figure, maybe the other pig. There was a swishing sound, and a horrible smell.
The boar oinked and fell to the side. Veil was left on knees and one hand, her head spinning, her bottom soaking. What had happened?
A hand reached down to help her up.
“Are you all right?” It was Micro’s voice.
“What happened?”
“I farted.”
“Come again?”
“The magic fart. My power. The sow was about to chomp my testicles, so I let her have it in the snout with a stunner. Then I came to stun the boar similarly. Did I get it in time?”
“Almost,” she said, with a bit of a smile. What else was there to do? “I did get raped by a pig.”
“I’m sorry. If I’d reacted faster—”
“I am familiar with sex, including the forced variety. I haven’t freaked out. But I must say I’m angry.”
“If I’d realized, I would have stunned them faster. I—I don’t yet know all my powers.”
“I’m not angry at you,” she said. “I was caught offguard too. It’s the damn rapist hog I’m mad at.”
He considered. “We’ll need food. Suppose we butcher it and eat it? Another magic fart will kill it.”
Veil looked around. “I can gather some flint and make a knife, if you gather some wood for a fire. But I’m not sure how we’ll light it.”