Worlds Apart (Madam Mim&Rave)

He watched Eehdahn be taken away to be fucked by another, and he almost wished he could go have her again. Something about her in particular...drew him. Yet, he couldn't linger on the thought for much longer. A different girl, a new one, an inexperienced one, was giving herself to him in full. She'd dropped her dress and let herself be bare before him. Her breasts were perky, if modest. Her hips narrow, but her ass tight. She was not undesriable. She would get bustier, as hormones kicked in. As pregnancy after pregnancy struck her. He figured this was a trial run for him. An offering both to the girl to have her first child, and for David to prove himself willing to adapt to these customs.

"Khalo." He repeated her name with a smile, watching her lower herself until she stripped him down past his cock, and gripped it in amazement. He knew, from what he saw, that they believed you could be impregnated through the mouth all the same-- so he'd start her off slow, with that. Eedahn was a little more advanced than this girl, and so he'd take lead. He was straightforward, she was right, and these things didn't require much talking.

His leg would bump into her knee, signaling her to lower, and when she was eye-level with the long and thick shaft, he'd press the crowned end of it towards her lips. "Swallow." He'd command, and press forward again, translating that it meant for her to open up and take him in. His hands slid in her hair, dominantly showing her that he would take control from here. He assumed girls her age already masturbated to get used to things, so he had confidence she'd tend to herself while lubricating his cock with her throat, just enough until it was well wettened for a fuck.

Khalo fell to her knees, not unfamiliar with the concept of fellatio. She'd done it before, after all, even if no one had taken her any other way. Swallowing seed, it was thought, was the least likely way to work and would only plant in the most fertile women, though the desperate still tried. She had also masturbated before, but she was so nervous that the thought didn't even occur to her. Her lips slid over his head and down his shaft as she curled her fingers around his base, taking nearly his entire length at one go.

Khalo was known for this particular skill. She was less desirable because she was thin, but a great many men had risked it for the pleasure of her mouth. She drew a serpentine pattern on the underside of Dayfed's shaft with her tongue, her humming sending pleasant vibrations along his length to his body. She suppressed her gag reflex as she swallowed, her throat tightening around his cock as she worked to take more of him.

Finally her lips meet his base and she looked up at him, eyes wide and innocent, seeking his approval. She swallowed around him again before sliding her lips up his length again.

Oh, experienced in this but a virgin between the legs. That would make matters easier. There was no way this was her first time working with her lips. Not the way she swallowed him whole so quickly. Not the way her tongue found just the right patterns to make his cock twitch and throb between her lips. There was a sudden urge in him now, to take her as he took the best whores from his time. Just because these women were younger, did not mean they were innocent. The most inexperienced of women here had tons more practice than those from his time. He had to remember that.

So as she looked up to him in approval, his nodded and began to take control. His hands slid down into her hair and made it into a pony tail he could hang onto, before his hips pushed back slightly and thrust forward. He was going to face-fuck this woman, and the embrace of her warm and wet mouth was already too tempting to start off slow. No, the grip on her allowed him to suddenly start arching back and forth, and thrusting forward with his cock.

Fucking this girl's mouth was something out of a dream. She was petite, and so her throat wet and tight. He pushed as far as he could, his balls slapping up against her chin with each impaling forward thrust. His groin would smack her lips, forcing her to take in every inch of him with each thrust forwards. "Ahh fuck!" He growled out and his head tilted back, signs of approval, and how well she was doing. He was not gentle here. He never saw men being gentle in situations like this within this tribe, and so he simply fucked her throat as he would Eedahn's cunt if she was here. Hair grabbed, lips spread, throat pummeled, to see just how much she could take. Precum was already spilling and leaking into her mouth, giving her a taste of the mountain giant's seed.

She'd been throat fucked before, but it wasn't the most pleasant thing. Khalo took it in stride, pleasuring the giant so he would spill his seed inside her. If he didn't want to fuck her pussy then she could bring him close before he did; she clearly wasn't fertile enough to bear children by swallowing seed. She could taste his precum, which she swallowed gratefully before pushing his hips forcefully away from her mouth. She wanted her baby.

"Mith kal," she said, sitting back and tugging at his hips to try and pull him down with her. It was perhaps a little more vanilla than what he'd experienced the previous afternoon, but Khalo was quite bendy and strong, and eager for the giant's cock. She begged him in her language to take her, to give her his seed, to use her, and though he didn't understand her words her tone was clear. She was needy and wanted to feel him deep inside her.

The surge of pleasure from his precum leaking down her throat was exquisite. It was her special talent, after all, to be able to take such a girth and length and swallow it whole. Yet it wasn't completely satisfactory for her, it seemed. Eagerness was developing. She wanted more. Fucking her throat wouldn't get her pregnant, surely-- but that was sience he knew, and she didn't. What she did believe, from what he understood from everything, is that the mouth was a secondary hole for acheiving pregnancy. Higher chances came, the truer method, evident by her sudden yank away and down to get him to fuck her the way he should have been from the beginning anyway.

He offered her a devlish grin as she laid himself bare before him, and he'd waste no time. "As you wish then-- Let's make a baby." He mused, before draping her down onto the grass and climbing over her quickly. All his clothes were shed save for the bandages, leaving his wet cock from the grasp of her throat to brush and grind against her cunt. Whatever she was wearing, if anything at all, would be hiked up and away to make room for his shaft's thrust, and without much patience nor warning, the Mountain Giant rammed his hips forward to part her cunts lips and send his cock pushing into her slit.

His hands would grasp her legs and thighs, pulling them up against him to help widen her pussy as much as possible, understanding that this teenage girl was a young virgin-- ready for her first impalement. With that in mind, while he was impatient, he wasn't brutal in his coming thrusts, rolling his hips forward to begin fucking this girl's pussy into submission.

Khalo cried out, half in pain and half in pleasure when Dayfed finally thrust into her. He pulled her thighs up against him and she pushed her hips up to meet him, grimacing at the pain but focusing on the pleasure. She was soaking from their bit of foreplay and easily took all of him as he began fucking her. Her nails dug into his back and dragged up to his shoulders, leaving angry red marks in their wake.

"Fene toah!" she cried, arching her back in ecstasy. She was close and oh gods she wanted his seed so badly!

Naturally, he still had no idea what he was saying-- but he pretty much gathered that her moans weren't unlike others. Of course she was moaning in the pleasure of it all-- her virgin cunt getting rammed and thrust into by an experienced cock. Yet as a result, she was so tight and her cunt gripping him so exquisitely that he'd not last much longer either, especially after the foreplay and being denied the chance to cum earlier.

So his hand gripped her by the hair, his hips launched his cock forward and not a moment later did she finally get her wishes granted-- his cock pulsed and throbbed, spilling rope after rope of seed inside of her in a sufficient amount that it almost guaranteed pregnancy. Her cunt would be stained red and white when he was finished with her, after his cock had pummeled it into submission until her womb was full of his seed.

Only then would he finally release himself from the girl and take a large breath of air, composing himself. It had exhausted him-- and the girl wouldn't stick around. He didn't expect her to, now that his purpose was fulfilled. So instead, he pulled up the garments they gave him back around his waist, and started walking around the fires scanning for Eehdahn once more. She was the only person he had any proper communication with in this place. He just hoped her little run off with the other man was over when he showed up.

Eedahn was taking a few palmfuls of water at a mammoth shin that had been hollowed out for use as a rain barrel of sorts. She drank eagerly, dehydrated by her rigorous activities around the fire, then splashed her face to cool down. Cum glistened on her thigh in the firelight as she sat cross-legged a little farther away from the fire, taking a break from the ritual.

"Dayfed!" She waved him over and smiled. "Pentako Khalo?" she asked, making an 'o' shape with one hand and putting her finger through it in what was clearly a copulative gesture. "Bentu jehel?"

When he finally spotted her, a smile slipped across his face. She was beautiful in the light of the fire, even if she did step a little bit away from it. Coming up to her, he brushed off some dirt from his garbs and settled down on the floor next to her. She mentioned the girl's name and made all the right movements, causing the man to flash a quick grin before a laugh escaped him and a nod followed. He'd slide his garments off to the side to flash a semi-hardened cock with a slick and glistening crowned tip as proof. "Oh yeah, she's gotten her wish. Kahlo...baby." He said that last word, before he pointed at her belly, to explain what it meant.

His eyes would catch the bit of cum on her thigh then, and if she followed his gaze, she'd see him smirking at it, before looking up to her with an amused expression. "You had fun too, mm?" She might not have understood his words, but you could pretty much guess his inquiry and question. His face alone said it-- he was teasing her.

Of course she had no idea what he was saying, but his tone and the flashing of his cock was sufficient for her to know that the deed had been done. Maybe now that the giant had mated with her, especially if she had a baby by him, the others would see the good in her too. Eedahn knew she was blessed with the traits of a desirable woman, but she had two children--and after tonight surely a third--so she tried to help the younger and shy girls find someone to get their own babies. Dayfed pointed to her belly and she thought over the word.

"Bay...bee..." she said experimentally. "Tenetna," she said eventually, gesturing a sort of roundness to her belly to indicate pregnancy. "Khalo tenetna. Ou an tenetna mino jehel," she cradled her arms. She gestured 'pregnant' again, "Bay-bee...ou..." She cradled her arms and gave him a quizzical look. If 'baby' meant pregnant, then what was his word for jehel?

But he smirked at the drying seed on her thigh and said something teasingly. Eedahn pursed her lips and punched his shoulder, returning the smirk. Why should she be ashamed? Wanting a baby was nothing to feel shame for.

He couldn't help but keep the smirk up, even as she punched her shoulder. The girl was strong! Even if everyone back then was a little short. It still made him laugh, and comfortable enough that he scooted all the way so that his shoulder leaned against her own in both intimacy and affection. He'd literally had her ass earlier in the day, there wasn't a faster way to get closer to someone.

Before anything else though, he'd have to clarify as she quizzed him about the word. First, he touched her belly again, and waved the round shape of a pregnant belly. "Preg-nant." He annunciated his words, so she'd understand. Then, he'd shift to point at the belly, then mimic her cradling arm. "Baby." He'd wave a circle around her belly again. "Eehdahn is Pregnant." Then he'd point at her belly again. "Eehdahn's Baby."

With that he felt that he made his point clear, but he paused for a second as if pondering something, before he hesitantly pointed at her belly again. "David's...Baby."

Eedahn repeated slowly after him, the foreign words feeling awkward in her mouth. She'd never even considered the existence of a foreign language before, and she didn't like it. But if she was going to teach the mountain giant her language, it would be easier if she knew a little bit of his. After all, there was only so far gesturing and pictures would get them. When he pointed at her belly and suggested that his baby was in there, she shrugged.

"Lo Reyun," she said, "lo Atan, lo Mekesh." She pointed to two other men around the fire, one from her own tribe and one from the one that was to overwinter with them. They were both busy with other women. "Etaka kan," she said lightly with another shrug and a tone of "we'll see." "Mivurna khale no." She pointed to the moon, then to the mountain, then gestured to her own stomach. She wasn't sure whether she had made it clear that it was in the hands of the gods now. When he'd first told her that he was from the mountains she'd thought perhaps he might be a god, but then remembered that gods don't bleed. Maybe, then, he was the child of a god?

With a sudden idea Eedahn leaned forward and sat on her knees, then beckoned him to also lean forward so he could see by the firelight what she was drawing in the dirt. She drew the mountain with smoke coming from it, and over it the sun and the moon. Off to the side she drew a tree. She would get to that later. She leaned lightly against Dayfed as they leaned close together so she could be heard over the drumming and singing.

"Kahn earstan," she began in the same familiar tone that would be used in the future with 'once upon a time,' "enu etin av lenaiko shen ou nehetna." She pointed to the sun and the moon and made a motion of "together." "Minet koaban." She pointed to the sky, then drew stars around the sun and moon in the dirt. "Koab," she pointed to the stars, "jehel--baybee--lenaiko ou nehetna." She labeled the sun lenaiko and the moon nehetna. The sun and moon had mated and together created the stars. "Aben lenaiko waren kasho. Shah nehetna menken." She drew an angry face on the sun and made an exaggerated scowl, crossing her arms across her breasts in a possessive gesture, hoping to convey that the sun was a jealous lover. "Ou nehetna shah darub." She pointed to the moon, then to the mountain, then pat her hand over her heart in the tempo of a heartbeat to show that the moon loved the mountain.

"Nehetna ou darub minet fank." She pointed to the tree and the groundline. "Fank jehel darub ou nehetna. Na?" Eedahn made sure Dayfed understood that the moon and the mountain had conceived the earth before continuing her well-known retelling of her peoples' creation myth. Of course, they didn't believe it to be myth but fact and she thought it important a giant from the mountains know how important that mountain was. "Aben lenaiko sen," she tapped her temple to indicate knowing, "ou fekash nehetna!" She smeared out the moon and redrew it far away from the sun to indicate that he had banished her to the nighttime along with the stars. "Darub venet." She traced her fingers down her cheeks to indicate crying. In the dirt she drew a river from the top of the mountain down across the land to the tree. "Vento," she called it, pointing at it, "zencunda nar." She pointed at the fire, hoping to indicate that the river had once been fire before it cooled into water. "Ou darub venet shen." She emphasized the smoke coming from the mountain then, making sound effects with her mouth, indicated the ash exploding from the mountain flying far and wide as she drew it in the dirt. They were living in the shadow of a volcano.

"Min shen marun." She drew the path of volcano ash from the top of the mountain to the ground. Where it landed, she drew a stick figure. "Marun," she touched herself, "marun," she laid her palm flat against Dayfed's chest. Marun was a person. "Marun jehel darub ou fank. Marun sinjehel nehetna." She pointed to the moon. Her people believed themselves to be the children of the mountain and the earth, and the grandchildren of the moon. "Marun shah darub ou fank ou nehetna." She patted her hand over her heart again before indicating first the people gathered, then the mountain, the earth, and the moon.

"Nehetna shah marun ou tinten jehel." She pointed to the moon, patted her hand over her heart, then indicated pregnancy; the moon loved them so much she gave them children. While the fertility rite only lasted during the full moon they of course mated at other times of the month, but never during the new moon. There was no point in having sex during the new moon, as no children could be conceived when the moon was out of sight, and most likely to be conceived when she was at her fullest. She had no idea how to convey this to Dayfed other than to show him over the course of the coming month.

"Darub shah marun ou tinten quarz, ou nar." She pointed to the actual mountain, patted her hand over her heart, then next to the dirt mountain drew a cloud with rain. The mountain loved them so much he gave them rain to drink and bathe when the river was low, and fire from his tears. They hadn't discovered agriculture yet, and so didn't use it to water plants, and were far enough from the mountain that the lightning from storms and heat from lava flow was mostly just useful for starting fires if they couldn't find materials themselves.

"Fank shah marun ou tinten kelkul." She indicated the earth, patted her hand over her heart again, then made an eating motion. The earth loved them so much she gave them food to eat. She drew a mammoth in the dirt and fruit on the tree, then mimed eating again. "Aben lenaiko nenshah marun. Kasho." She pointed to the sun with its angry face and herself scowled, crossing her arms to indicate anger and jealousy, that the sun didn't love humans the way the other three did. "En vekash," she mimed wiping sweat from her brow, "ou meket." She rolled her eyes back and stuck out her tongue, pretending to be dead. "Na?"

In her native tongue the story was much longer and linguistically complicated, but she had simplified it as much as she could for Dayfed. "Annen vosh tenetna--pregnant--annen nehetna." When a woman was pregnant they called her the moon, but Eedahn was unsure whether that was very clear to him considering it was rather more abstract. "Dayfed jehel nehetna ou darub?" The idea was suddenly very attractive to her, the thought of carrying the grandchild of the moon herself, and hadn't occurred to her before. Eedahn straddled Dayfed's lap in her nakedness and leaned forward, pressing a tender kiss to his throat where his soul lived. While it might have been something erotic from his time, for her people it was surprisingly intimate. "Bentuhani jehel," she murmured against his throat, her breasts pressed against his chest. She knew she was fertile enough that any hole he spilled his seed in would have a chance of becoming a child, but playing the odds--taking his seed more often than others--would increase the chances of the child being his. Eedahn wanted to be truly the daughter of the moon, to give her a grandson.

This...was a lot to take in. David wasn't an idiot though. The art in the ground, and the directions in which she acted out and pointed towards herself helped explained everything. It made sense, if you thought about it objectively. These were the most primitive people there were. There was no concepts of atonomy, only dieties that gave them life. To think that the moon was a diety and not a star, was not a stretch. To think the mountain, something they could never scale, is another diety wasn't a stretch either. She connected the dots for him little by little, and he began to understand how everything was connected. Even, what the reason was that they celebrated with this fire tonight. It wasn't just a randomly placed firtility ritual, it coincided with the Moon and its life-giving essence. Thankfully he nodded at everything to indicate his following-- that was, until she touched his chest.

Before he knew it, she was climbing up onto his lap and straddled him-- bare naked. What he wasn't expecting, was the kiss to his throat, and that question. He'd begun to pick up words easier. Mountain. Darub. Child. David. While her lips were pressed to him, it became clear. She thought he was David from the Mountain. There were no other Giants from the Mountain. The Mountain was not just a place, it was a diety. The Moon, was the mother of all humans-- and so naturally, if David is from the Mountain, he must have been concluded just now to be a child of the Mountain and the Moon, much like their Earth was.

Suddenly, he was stunned with a decision-- not helped by the euphoria of a sudden straddle and the heat of Eehdahn's cunt against very little fabric above his pants. It was truly nothing that complicated, but would they know the difference? Would it matter to them? Was a person from the future not akin to a child of the Gods in the minds of these villagers? If it was a way to tell them that he wasn't from around here-- to explain why he was new, to make them understand why the languages are different, then he would roll with it. There was no other choice, but to go along with their reasoning, and so his next movements weren't to deny anything.

Instead, he tilted his head to allow Eehdahn further freedom to kiss at his throat and neck as she wished. His hand slid down, pushing up and away the cloth that kept his cock hard, and instead guiding it right between her legs instead. It wasn't fast or rushed-- but intimately and slowly, he angled the head of him towards her slit, and slowly began to push in little by little until she would easily and satisfyingly slide all the way down over his cock until it buried itself inside her, and her ass could rest on his thighs while his hips made sure his cock was wedged nice and slick in that little warm cunt.

"I am the child of the moon." He'd agree, hoping she'd picked up words from him too-- but just in case, his own lips found her throat and placed a kiss and a small bite at the source. He'd tilt her head up in the process so she could look at the Moon, and he'd speak again-- he'd picked up enough words to say them in her native tongue, one after another. Mountain. Moon. Pregnant. David. Exactly in that order, just before he rocked his hips upwards to offer her the first thrust of his cock inside her cunt. It'd dawn on him that this would be the first time she'd taken him inside her-- truly, inside her, and not just the ass. The crowned tip of his cock would be different from anything she'd ever felt-- he'd justify it, as a spear shaped cock easier to use in pushing into a womb to impregnate.

"...Eehdahn should have David's baby." His free hand slid down to slide across her belly, before another thrust rammed up into her as if to emphasize and explain her words. He said it out of lust. Out of the desire to fuck. But...because she was the kindest here. The most fertile. The one, who took him in and saved him. He owed her that honor, as a child of the Gods.

Eedahn made a noise of appreciation and relief as he slowly slid his cock inside her. As their loins met, warm and wet in the cool autumn evening, she felt completed almost in the way she did during those sleepy, rainy mornings when Reyun would send the children out to play while he slowly made love to her. It was almost like that, but she didn't yet have that sort of a bond with Dayfed yet. He said something that she couldn't understand but sounded incredibly intimate. She smiled a little as he pressed his lips to her throat, but jerked back when he bit her.

"Nemt," she said firmly but not unkindly. It clearly meant no. She bared her teeth and chomped them twice, touching her throat, then shook her head. Biting itself wasn't aggressive, but biting the throat was a threat akin to saying he would eat her soul. But how did she explain a soul to a godchild who didn't speak her language? There was no need to ruin the moment with an attempt at explanations; 'no' would have to do for now.

Instead she reapplied herself to his throat, placing gentle kisses on his throat, jaw, cheeks...everywhere but the mouth. Eedahn allowed him to turn her face to the moon as they promised her a grandchild and he strung together the few words of her language he knew. Her mouth fell open in ecstasy when he rocked his hips up into her, spearing her deep inside, pushing past her cervix. It was a pleasurable sort of pain only Reyun had managed to give her. He spoke and she barely understood--"Eedahn...David...baby..."--but she understood enough. Eedahn nodded fervently, placing one hand over his where his thick length made her flat, stretch mark-scarred belly swell ever so slightly and squeezing his fingers gently.

"Bentuhani bor jehel," she repeated in a strangled whisper.

With her free hand she cupped the back of his neck and kissed his forehead before leaning hers against his. The firelight flickered in her eyes as she stared into his, whispering prayers he didn't understand interspersed with deep moans of pleasure as she slowly worked herself up and down his swollen shaft. His cock, tipped like a spear, was clearly made for giving her his seed. As she slowly rode him her breasts began to leak again in her arousal, milk dripping down her breasts. The daughter of the earth would take the seed of the son of the mountain, and become the moon. Eedahn kept one hand over his on her stomach, enjoying the feeling of him inside her and the implied promise of a child, and tangled the other in his hair as she arched her back in ecstasy. It wasn't quick and animalistic the way most men at the fertility rites did things, but slow and sensual like Reyun and a few others she had taken as lovers between the full moons.

He hadn't fucked like this in a long, long time. Thinking about it, he hadn't even been this intimate and true when it came to sex with his wife since they were just started to conceive. Everything back home was busy. Everyone was in a rush. There was no time to sit by a fire and make love to someone. There was no time to hold them gently, kiss their throat, and still fill them with a thick and satisfying cock as they rocked back and forth against it. This was...intoxicating, and his chest pressed to her bare own to squeeze them together as much as possible while her hips began to rock back and forth, and she rode his thrusts out like a tamed yet wild mare, mounting her mate for its seed.

She outlawed biting-- he'd leave that for another exchange. To him, a nibble was a way of marking someone. A hickey, on her shoulder or neck, was intimate. Perhaps he'd have to explain it tomorrow, as a mark to prove that she'd been impregnated by the Son of the Mountain. Yet for now, he didn't want to ruin this either. It was too perfect. She, too gorgeous as she glisened in the light of the fire. Her wild hare like a Lion's mane. Her body, scarred from birth after birth and yet only proving that its fertile. David was not a man to be turned off by stretch marks. Her ability to produce and birth so many children was...attractive, to him. Even men of the future had base reasons to desire someone.

His hand quickly reached back to grab her by the hair, not to yank and pull but to have some leverage over her. His other hand grabbed her by the hip, and quickly increased the pace of their rocking back and forth so his cock would suddenly push past the cervix, as painlessly as possible, and with one rock-steady thrust upwards his cock slid right into the woman's womb with a satisfying, and almost audible plop.

A groan of animalistic pleasure left his throat, no better than a Mountain Lion in heat. Her breasts began to leak, so his lips quickly wrapped around one of her nipples as to not let anything go to waste. His cock twitched when he did so-- and while that would usually mean that lactation just turned him on, perhaps she'd interpret it as a sign that drinking her milk increased the chances of fruitful seed even further. Either way, he clutched her against him while he fucked her, her lips suckled and tugged at the nipple to drink all it spilled out, as precum shot from his cock to suddenly coat her womb with the white, thick appetizer to the meal to come.

Eedahn gasped when he grabbed her hair and gripped his shoulder more tightly, anticipating but not afraid. Dayfed grabbed her hip and quickened their pace, pushing past the cervix deep inside her and moving her up and down his cock faster. She cried out wordlessly, cocking her hips forward and gripping his hair more tightly as he suckled at her breast. It was erotic and sensual in a way she only ever experienced with one other mate, and that told her a lot about this particular coupling, this particular night. She was meant to be, she had been meant to find him, it was her destiny to bear his child. The thought made her walls twitch around him.

"Dayfed," she moaned as she rode him, pressing his face to her breast. "Ektana sho-o-o-oh Dayyyfeeedd..."

She let her head loll back, looking up again at the moon as their bodies rocked together as one. One hand slipped down to her clit and she bit her lip at the sheer pleasure of it all. The only thing that could possibly make it better was someone in her ass as she rode him to completion, but she wasn't going to risk that. Not tonight. Her cunt clenched around him again but she worked not to cum yet. She didn't want it to be over just yet...but she couldn't help but pleasure herself as he rocked inside her.

"Ektana sho," she moaned. "Bentuhani bor jehel! Ah Dayfed!" The drums and the rising carnal moans of the people around them made it seem like they were all together as one great body, all working up to the same mind-blowing orgasm.

She called out for his name and he couldn't help but echo her own, his nails digging into her skin just enough to secure his hold and add a pleasurable sting to every roll of her hips, and his grip upon her. It was as if the gods themselves could not rip her womb away from him. Could not tear this woman from his embrace. "Fuck...Eehdahn...keep going...I want to c-...I want to fucking cum!" His groans were heated, filled with foreign words of demand and need as her prayers were foreign to him, and yet the meaning was understood regardless. His lips would part only for moments so that his tongue could lap up any nectar that had spilled from her breasts, and since kissing was frowned upon earlier-- he went with another approach.

The hand in her hair instantly brought their foreheads together again, and while his lips did not kiss her own-- they brushed against it, the milk seeping from her still fresh on their edges, almost in silent invitation for her to do what he had done earlier. To take in the blessing all the same. He would introduce little things from his culture like this, in a way that was acceptable. And, for the first time, perhaps share something intimate with her that Reyun never had. He knew it wasn't a competition between them, and yet he shared the same feelings-- she was meant to find him. They were detined to do this. He was supposed to fill her with his cum and have her birth his first children in this era.

Regardless of where he lips ended up, he couldn't take it anymore. The roll of her hips-- her moans and pants, and the way she rode him and her cunt twitched and contracted around him suddenly started to milk his cock free of its contents. He clutched her as tightly as he could, nails digging in while he didn't contain his groans of pleasure. If the entire villiage heard him groaning in pleasure like a wild animal, then so be it. She'd feel it suddenly, his cock twitching as it started to pump her full of cum.

Yet it wasn't enough. He didn't want it to end yet. "Eehdahn! I'm cumming! Im putting a baby in you! Fuck! FUCK!" quickly he leaned forward with all his strength, pushing her onto the ground not violently, but intimately and in the haste and pleasure of cumming for a single reason-- he was going to fuck her through it. He was going to thrust and pump into her cunt and womb even as his shaft twitched and his crown shot off rope after rope of cum, -just- so he could drive her to an orgasm with such intensity that she hadn't experienced before. His body pressed down on her own, his chest squeezing down those lactating breasts. His hands clutched her thighs and he raised them at each side of his hip to drive that cock as deep and as hard into her womb as possible for a series of feral and passionate of his cock.

She wouldn't kiss his lips. Eedahn kissed his cheek, his nose, even caught the corner of his mouth a little bit, but she wouldn't kiss his lips. It was a matter of hygiene in her culture, considered disgusting, and regardless of how intimate they were she couldn't--wouldn't--do it.

Suddenly he clutched her tightly to his body, digging his nails into her soft, fleshy ass and wide hips and moaning. His cock twitched inside her as he started to fill her with his seed. Dayfed cried out her name, shouting indistinguishable things before leaning forward to put her on the ground. Even as she rubbed her clit is cock pistoned in and out of her in the most incredible way. Eedahn cried out, her hips jerking up as her walls convulsed around him to milk his cock. Breathing heavily she grabbed gently at his hips; she was sensitive now that she had cum, and that wasn't pleasurable anymore

"Vena teh," she half-giggled breathlessly, leaning up to touch her forehead against his before letting it fall back onto the ground. After a few moments she had caught her breath and gently pushed him off of her. "Kenta vo kelkul." Eedahn made an eating motion briefly before disappearing to the other side of the fire then reappearing a few minutes later with two large hunks of meat from the roasted mammoth. She handed some to Dayfed, motioning insistently that he eat. He had to keep his strength up, after all.

Okay-- so kissing was nasty. He got the message and tried not to let out a bit of laughter at the reaction. Not that it would be bad, though. Learning about her...about all this, was actually fun. It took his mind off of the fact that he was stranded in a strange time. That, and the cunt perfectly wrapped around him kind of helped too. That was an understatement. So his lips simply diverted elsewhere. She seemed fond of the neck and throat-- and so the latter would get the majority of attention. No bites-- simple kisses and brushes to display affection as he rammed her from atop.

He felt her cum and he wedged himself as deep and hard as he could within her while the last of his cum's ropes spilled into her, and once the heat of the moment and the sudden rush of pleasure had finally began to cool, he let out that laugh of pleasure and intimacy he was holding back finally escape him. Clearly, he was pleased. Clearly, she had done an excellent job just now, and he was so completely satisfied his hips finally came to a halt, leaving his cock motionless just a moment inside her for the intimacy of it all, but not anymore grinding so it wouldn't hurt.

She said something with a giggle-- he didn't understand it, but it made him smile. The touch to the forehead was cute, he closed his eyes during that moment, before he slipped away while she got up a moment later to fetch food. He took the time to rest his cock finally, it'd been drained twice in a row and it was time for a short break. The cloth went back on his cock just in time for her to come back, and when she did and offered him the food, he smiled and accepted it gratefully. "Thanks." It was accompanied by a nod. It was his language, for thank you.

To emphasis the satisfaction, and the intimacy of what they'd just done, he'd pull her to come sit in his lap gently instead of just beside him like before.

Dayfed pulled her into his lap as they ate and she raised an eyebrow. Was he ready to go again so soon? Well she wasn't, so she sat in his lap and ate ravenously in an effort to regain her precious expended calories. The moon was beginning to go down; the night was almost over. Eedahn yawned widely, leaning back on Dayfed's chest and watching the others around the fire, the young ones wit seemingly boundless stamina. Of course, she was young too; only nineteen. But the ones still going were mostly younger teenagers who had seen very few rituals. Eventually they were approached by Reyun.

"Tenemmit?" he asked softly, trying to avoid waking sevearl people who had already collapsed together in a naked heap. Eedahn nodded and held both her hands up to him. He snickered and shook his head before reaching down to all but pull her to her feet.

"Quetuke," she said, gesturing to Dayfed. Reyun frowned.

"Empeto khanel Nikah nem jehel," he said sharply. Eedahn put her hands on her hips.

"Testento," she pointed out. "Ou varha net jehel. Minya nemmitne?"

"Ah, voser yuma?" It was clear that this was after the invention of sarcasm. Eedahn rolled her eyes and folded her arms across her chest, fixing him with a look.

"Ke testaf?" she demanded. "Fente hol meneftet." Two could play at the sarcasm game. Reyun sighed, frustrated, and caught her elbow.

"Nikah ou Tuam beneto," he explained with an air of forced patients. She raised an eyebrow, clearly not believing him, and he sighed. "Quetuke," he finally said grudgingly, gesturing at Dayfed before turning on his heel. Eedahn caught his arm and pulled him gently back, then leaned in and gently licked his throat. His expression softened a little and he returned the gesture before giving her a pointed look then turning again, disappearing into a hut.

Their society had rules about who could share a hut with whom, and Reyun really was just concerned about his family. He didn't want the boys getting confused just because their mother happened to run across a mountain giant one day. Cultural transmission--though they didn't have a word for it--was of high importance. It kept them alive and from warring amongst themselves. But Eedahn was right; they couldn't just let him freeze. Reyun had seen the giant with Khalo earlier tonight; if she got with child then the problem would be solved. They could build their own hut and all would be well. But would he be sleeping with them for the next few months until then? The thought irked Reyun, who valued his private time with the family he was a part of.

"Quetuke," Eedahn repeated, offering her hand to help Dayfed up.

After heaving him to his feet she led him over to the hut Reyun had entered. There in the dark the two little boys were sound asleep and Reyun was settling on the far side of them. Eedahn dropped her clothes on top of the pile of pelts covering the boys, then settled down as well and pulled a large fur pelt over the pile of clothes meant to keep them warm. The pelts had been her kills. Reyun didn't hunt; he was a warrior, and so guarded the village unless they went to war. The pelt from the mammoth she had killed wasn't cured yet so it would have to wait, but there were still plenty of furs of different kinds to pile on and keep them warm. After pulling them up to her chin and snuggling down with the boys she looked over at Dayfed and patted the spot next to her.

"Tenemmit," she instructed gently, before turning on her side with her back to Dayfed to gather her boys up in an embrace. Reyun draped his arm across the boys and rested his hand on Eedahn's hip, pulling her close so that they were all snuggled together for warmth. Dayfed was welcome to spoon with her, but there would be no love lost with Reyun if he just kept to himself.

He wasn't ready to go again at all for the night. The man was worn out! Putting her in his lap was mostly a gesture of affection and nothing more while they ate. All this work had him rather starved, and this was no different than having a barbeque, really. Mammoth was a bit tougher than beef though, so he had to deal with that. But overall, he enjoyed a few moments of cuddling and intimacy with the woman on his lap before Reyun came.

At first, David opened his lips to greet the man before he lost his chance in a war of quips and words. He was trying to pick out a few words here and there, but to no avail, really. He'd only try to understand what was going on via their gestures. Thankfully, you could read sarcasm on someone's face so you didn't have to hear the words to understand. Either way, they'd gotten pretty heated. When a woman crossed her arms talking to you, from primitive times or the future, you better watch out. Lessons to be learned for Reyun, surely, who eventually nearly stormed off before Eehdahn calmed him with a similar kiss to the throat.

"I take it he's not crazy about the baby." He assumed-- that was Reyun's reason for being angry, but when he was pulled up to his feet and guided to follow her to the hut instead, he connected the dots. "I could go back to my mat outside, honestly-- It's not that big of a dea--" He was pointing towards his little sleeping area outside, but it didn't matter. He was already guided to the little Hut and he didn't seem to have much of a chance in convincing her otherwise. Reyun tended to fire and in the mean time, he caught sight of her boys. A smile slipped across his lips, seeing them all bundled up under clothes.

Eventually, everyone came in and huddled together to sleep. Reyun was silent, and David figured he wasn't too crazy about him having to share. Eehdahn was much more inviting though. In a gesture of good will and thanks, at least, he took off his own clothes like the rest of them and added it to the bundle of warmth beneath the mammoth's pelt. He'd slide down behind Eehdahn slowly, until she was cupped against him from behind and he was an effective big spoon. He didn't reach his arm over the boys-- that was not his place, and he wasn't looking to needlessly piss Reyun off and upset Eehdahn. Instead, he simply tucked an arm beneath his head, and the other around her to settle on her breast so he'd have something to grip in his sleep.

"Thank you."

He whispered the familiar words against the skin of the back of her neck. She'd know what they meant by now, he hoped, and he closed his eyes for the first night's sleep without cold.

Days passed. The following two days--each day of the full moon--there were fertility rites. After that there was singing and storytelling around the bonfire as two other tribes joined them to overwinter. Weeks passed. Eedahn took Dayfed out hunting. The sun rose and fell, the moon waxed and waned, and Reyun eventually came to accept that until Dayfed had a child with a childless woman he would be staying in their hut. He would share Eedahn with Dayfed sometimes, or she would have one of them alone or another man entirely and things settled back into their natural rhythm. As the weather got colder it became their habit to send the boys out to get breakfast and play while they stayed under the warm covers to make slow, sensual love.

Dayfed healed quickly enough, and each day when Attai came to change the bandage and look at the wound he would teach him a little bit more of the language. Between Attai and Eedahn, as well as the talk going on around him, he started catching on, able to string together simple sentences. He began to learn their customs about who shared a hut with whom, that the throat was the house of the soul and for that reason you were never to bite a person's throat unless you wanted your own ripped out. He learned that kissing on the mouth was disgusting, but anywhere else was fine; that a gentle licking of the throat was considered the utmost expression of affection and love. The logical progression of this was that generations ago they had observed animals licking each other, and since the throat was where the soul lived licking it like an animal at peace would was as affectionate as a person could be. He learned that they used every part of the animal, even the ones which he might deem undesirable.

And then Eedahn got sick. Usually she would go hunt daily with the other hunters--mostly men but a few women--sometimes not coming back for a few days even when the others had. But now she often laid in bed until mid-morning, rejecting the attentions of other men and occasionally waking up in the early morning to hurdle over Dayfed and sprint out of the hut to vomit. Reyun didn't seem concerned about this, but still made sure to take care of whatever she needed. Khalo was also sick around the same time, but her mother was the one to tend to her. In time the source of their illness became clear as their bellies began to swell. Eedahn's morning sickness began to fade and although she often tired more quickly and was sometimes in pain she was able to resume hunting.

"David," Eedahn called him over before kneeling with some difficulty in the thin snow that had fallen early that morning. Her cheeks were ruddy with cold and excitement and she smiled. "Many babies," she said excitedly. Her people had no concept of numbers, only "only," "few," "many," and "too many." She drew two stick figures in the snow and smiled at him. "You will have many sons." She had been concerned that, four months in, her belly seemed to be much larger than it had in her previous five pregnancies. She had gone to Attai--the eldest man in the village at 46 and father of her younger son Tuam--for counsel and he had felt inside her only to discover more than one baby.

"Na? Understand?" He knew some of their language, but still she made sure he understood when she spoke to him. "We will make the Moon very pleased." She grinned, then looked thoughtful. "Unless a baby belongs to Reyun..." she mused.

Every day that passed by, thoughts of home got more blur and less frequent. In this environment, in this world, the luxury of thinking about something that seemed so far away wasn't there. He had to make a life for himself here. Eehdahn had given him that life line, and he'd seized it with a strong grip. It was his life now. This life-- his. Whatever advantages he had from coming from the future wasn't used to his selfish aid-- it was given to the tribe. He'd learned how to hunt, and they taught him as much as he showed them. Likely, they taught him even more. How to survive. How to make himself useful. Eehdahn and him especially had gotten close. She was the best huntress he knew, though he might have been a bit biased. She showed him the best spots to hunt. Mammoth. Rabbit. All of it. In turn, the more her belly swelled the more he took care of her with Reyun.

The language was coming to him easier now. Daily teachings, along with the way they've been communicating since he arrived helped. He wasn't totally fluent, but everything was understandable now. They no longer needed to draw, most of the time. Reyun seemed to accept him more, and for the better. The more he understood about the culture, the more he understood about Eehdahn, and how much she cared for a man whom she considered more valuable than most others. His own fondness grew for the woman in spades all the same-- but that did not mean he neglected Kahlo. The Virgin girl was not so much anymore, and he'd drop in to aid her mother in whatever she needed. Attai had told him that she was likely carrying his child, so he didn't ignore her either. It gave time for Reyun and Eehdahn to bond, before Reyun left and the situations switched, leaving Eehdahn and David to sensually make love in the hut before going out again.

It'd been months, now. She swelled-- and swelled big. He stepped out of the hut in some fashioned boots to keep his feet from the snow. He wasn't walking around naked anymore-- it was a little too cold for that now, and he wasn't as used to he weather like the other men here. Eedahn surprised him with a call though, and he smiled, making his way towards her. "Many?...There's more than one in there?!" He stopped questioning how they knew these things. Their mystics had their ways. Their elders had their experience. Though the revelation produced a large grin on his lips. The stick figured weren't needed, it seemed.

He followed her down into the snow, kneeling all the same. The first thing he did, was tilt his head down so he could place two kisses of affection against the large curve of belly. One for each baby in there. "Oh I understand. You're going to give me many sons. My mother will be pleased." He smirked up and climbed over her and towards her a bit like a Lion stalking its prey, totally playful in his mood. Then she mentioned one might belong to Reyun, and he totally made a face. The face that says 'Hey, don't ruin my moment'. "Maybe-- but in that case, mine would be stronger." He grinned devilishly again, much like a man, teasing and boasting that his son would be the strongest and make the tribe most proud. He was just teasing, though, and his tone conveyed he wasn't out to insult or defend Reyun. But he wasn't there right now, so. He leaned in, and let his tongue escape so he could gently lick the very center of Eehdahn's throat. They'd only done that during sex before, at the height of their intimacy-- so this was a bit new. She'd shared with him glorious news, it was worth the gesture.

"I have a surprise for you, too."

Eedahn leaned back on her hands, pelts fashioned into mittens with sinew in a way similar to her boots protecting her from the snow. David kissed her belly the way Reyun often had when she had been pregnant with Nikah, then with their second child who had died before he was born. She ran her hand over his hair and laughed as he clambered over her as though he were stalking her, claiming that his child would be stronger.

"Will these babies be half-sabertooth then?" she teased. It was a joyous atmosphere between them...until he licked her throat. She knew she shouldn't have let that slide as often as she did during sex. Eedahn was very fond of her mountain giant; he was a quick learner and would be a good father, and he cared for her the same way Reyun did. But Reyun had been the father of her first child and they had been the closest of friends for most of their lives. She was as close to being in love with him as she could be with anyone. She liked David, maybe even loved him, but she didn't think she was in love with him. She had allowed this throat licking (and, admittedly, sometimes reciprocated) in the heat of passion, often when she was upset with Reyun or when he had mated for a while with other women but not her.

After freezing for a moment she eventually leaned in to place a warm, soft kiss at David's throat. It wasn't quite as powerful as what he'd done, but it was still affectionate and intimate. "A surprise? What is it?" When he produced a bloody stoat she grinned at him proudly. "Did you kill this all on your own?"

"Who knows-- just don't be upset with me if it comes out with Tusks." His grin widened for a moment, amused at the thought of his child growing up to be half-mammoth or half-tiger. He wondered how that would be for a moment, before attentions and subjects changed. The kiss he got back was...different, than what he'd given her. He understood that. Daily teachings made him aware of the customs and what they meant. It...saddened him a bit, but he didn't show. Mostly, he understood it. He wasn't just going to come in and be on the same level as Reyun. Either way, there was an affection between them. A bond stronger than she had with any other man aside from Reyun. It would have to do for now.

When he finally produced the kill, as if it was even possible, he grinned even wider. He sat down quickly and grabbed a knife laced to his boot, starting to skin it and ready it for a fire. "Mhmm. I know it's not exactly a Mammoth, but I went out last night and grabbed the kill. Now the younglings around here will stop badgering me about always having you hold my hand while I hunt." He huffed-- but quickly realizing that she might not catch the expression, so he clarified. "The kids in that hut over there-- they always ask 'why do you always hunt with Eehdahn, I caught my first stoat when I was seven moons younger than you!' he tried to imitate their voice, scoffing afterwards.

"...Either way, here." He grabbed a stick from the ground, cleared it of snow, and once the skinning was finishing, he'd swiftly split the animal in half and gut it of anything un-edible. He'd put the skin and fur in separate areas and bowls, as none of the animal would be wasted, but skewerd one half on a stick for Eehdahn to hold, and one for himself, before gathering a few more sticks with the intent of igniting a small fire. "Eat. This is the first way I've been able to thank you for everything-- not just for mothering my little saber tooth." He mused.