Beneath the I-12 underpass, the huddled form was barely visible in the twilight as I headed home from stocking up on a few essentials before the predicted storm front arrived. Wrapped in a black garbage bag clutching a small second generation handbag, the hapless figure beneath the overpass was well suited for a homeless poster but ill equipped for the torrential rain predicted. Pulling my aging Merc as close as possible, I literally drug the lifeless form into the back seat before easing back into traffic as a strong wind gust heralded the storms arrival. My intention of dropping the ragged bundle at a nearby homeless shelter, was irretrievably altered by a lightning strike close enough to make the fine hairs on my neck stand on end followed by a peal of thunder that evoked my survival instincts. Cranking up the heater, I guided my aging friend to the secure carport several minutes away while dodging the newly forming puddles.
Once parked, I sat for a brief eternity to calm my shattered nerves until the memory of the homeless figure in the back seat spurred me back to reality. Grabbing the bag of groceries, I pulled my lifeless passenger across the concrete floor and struggled to drag us into my warm apartment where I collapsed into my favorite chair amidst the thundering rain. After a brief respite, I studied the bedraggled guest on the floor of the entryway and wondered briefly if a quick call to local law enforcement might have been more appropriate. A muffled groan spiked my adrenaline, and I rushed over to assist. Gently removing the flimsy plastic raincoat, I instantly became aware my guest was female, maybe in her early thirties (hard to tell through all the caked grunge), and in critical need of a complete wardrobe makeover. Gently removing her outer garb, I removed her holey soled shoes; her feet were a painful testimonial to too many hard tread miles.
Wrapping her arm around my shoulder, I gently brought her to her feet for the short jaunt to the bathroom. Completely compliant, she wordlessly stumbled beside me clad in only the bare essentials necessary to maintain her modesty; a moth eaten t-shirt and holey panties that barely clung to her anemic hips. I started the bath water and went into the master bedroom to retrieve some of the clothing I had sentimentally retained of my deceased wife. Returning to the steamy bathroom with an armload of threads, I found my guest exactly as I left her staring at the gradually increasing pool of bath water. I gestured for her to remove her remaining clothing and get into the water as I gathered her rags and left her to her own devices. Throwing some hot water on the stove for soup, I considered my options before flipping on the tube to get acquainted with the storm's progress. A funnel had been sited nearby.
Several minutes passed, and I could still hear the water running, so I eased out of my chair and slowly opened the bathroom door to check on my guest. She was sitting in the tub with the remnants of attire clinging provocatively to her tiny frame. “Great, a brain fried junkie,” I mumbled under my breath. The water was already murky and I opened the drain and motioned for her to stand. She studied my every move, and offered no resistance as I pulled the last vestiges of modesty from her frame and dropped them in the garbage container. As the tub began to refill, I pulled some liquid soap and a nylon scrubber from the cabinet and motioned for her to sit as I casually glanced at her nakedness.
Hairless from the neck down, her youthful skin and pert breasts forced me to reassess my earlier age estimate. Her muck caked body was virtually flawless, without blemish or indications of abuse. I motioned for her to sit in the rising water, and gently lathered her chest and torso, savoring the texture of her youthful skin as she closed her eyes and leaned back in submission. Her small breasts with erect coffee colored nipples were extremely sensitive, and she audibly gasped as I gently bathed the aroused flesh. Beginning with her tiny feet, I slowly lathered her long sensual legs and thighs, becoming aroused with her quickening sighs of arousal. When I brushed over the hairless swell of her reddening vulva, she emitted a high pitched squeak and grabbed my arm, forcing it against her puffy lips. Several forceful pelvic thrusts later, she threw her head back and grimaced as she clamped her legs around my invading hand. Lost in orgasmic throes, she thrashed in the water shamelessly, contracting her thighs to maintain pressure. Caught off guard, I savored the moment, and continued to tease her erogenous zones until she collapsed into a ball of orgasmic jelly.
Gently continuing to bathe her spent body, I lathered her little bubble butt and the smooth curves of her back and neck before carefully bathing her face. Her eyes fluttered open, the pupils a kaleidoscope of colors. I gazed into their depths with fascination as I motioned for her to stand for the rinse cycle. The warm water flowed through her silky dark hair, dislodging clumps of road grime and revealing a naturally beautiful shine that could stop traffic. A thorough rinse and gentle towel massage later, her transformation into a goddess was complete. I stepped back in awe, filling my senses with the most beautiful creature with dripping hair that I'd ever seen. A slight smile crossed her exquisite face and her mesmerizing eyes held me transfixed as the wind outside began to howl. The southeast walls of the apartment were pelted with debris as the lights flickered and died.
I awoke sometime later; time seemed somehow irrelevant in this dull white room that surrounded me where a figure was sitting at a small round table a short distance away. As I rose to my feet feeling self conscious at my nakedness, I surmised I had passed into the realm where I would soon be reunited with my wife.
“Won't you join me,” the seated figure implored with a slight gesture.
Humbly I crossed the distance as a spoon shaped chair materialized next to the seated woman. She studied me intently as I approached focusing primarily on my genitalia. Her hypnotizing eyes stirred a brief, indefinable memory. As I sat, two small wine glasses partially filled with a ruby colored liquid appeared; she took one and lifted it to her seductive red lips for a sip. I tried a taste of the sweet liquid, and immediate felt my face flush and my body undeniably overwhelmed with the need to inseminate every available orifice within 100-miles. Knotty fence posts even held appeal.
My host smiled knowingly as she slid the robe off her shoulders. “Your hospitality was well received Terran,” she murmured seductively. “We are en route to a developing planet to repopulate the resident species whose males were decimated by a virile cosmic toxin. An abundant incipient red fruit whose extract you just sampled will insure you and your host's virility. Our voyage is brief – grant me this opportunity to copulate with you and verify your ability to procreate.” She slowly rose from the chair, her beautiful curves revealed in all their glory. There was not a hair to be seen on her rich olive skin beneath the full dark mane of silky dark hair. A thin trail of essence trickled down the inside of her left thigh, and her face reflected long neglected desire.
I was somewhat stunned; too much information, too many questions, and overactive hormones all contributed to the dizziness I experienced as I slowly rose to my feet. Downing the rest of the red liquid in a gulp, the once forgotten passion of my youth returned with years of interest and I dove into the two firm globes crowning her heaving chest. Tongue lashing the erect nipples alternately, she briefly squealed and wrapped her legs around me as her respiration cranked up several notches. With a quick shift of her torso, her vulva slammed into my thigh, and she rode me for a series of orgasms, bathing my leg with a river of her essence. As her breathing slowed with a final violent pelvic thrust, I eased her onto the floor and after savoring the tender underside of her breasts, wandered down to her expectant vulva.
The tight hairless lips oozed her essence shamelessly as I forced my tongue into the tight slit. I thirstily savored her delicious bouquet, my tongue eagerly probing until it found the tiny engorged hub of nerve endings. She grabbed my hair and her hips lurched into the air as a fountain of her essence spurted into my mouth. Slowing my assault temporarily until her spasms calmed, I grabbed a lungful of fresh air and continued. She shrieked and came again almost immediately. Her body trembled and her face contorted with orgasmic ecstasy. Quickly positioning my rigid organ at her wet pink opening, I waited for her spasms to subside somewhat before attempting penetration.
Although she was incredibly tight, she was experienced and thrust her hips rhythmically with my own, cumming several more times before I was fully engulfed – my glans buried in her soft throbbing womb. Her vaginal muscles hungrily tightened rhythmically from the base of my organ to the tip of my glans restricting my own thrusts to short jabs. I gave her a tender kiss on the side of her long delicate neck, and her eyes flew opened in surprise. Her hands desperately clutched my butt as another orgasm overwhelmed her. The vaginal muscles were cinched so tightly they forced the blood out of my cock and I thought it would implode. She gasped and relaxed briefly before another wave hit and she clung to me like a woman possessed. The stimulation was so intense I was barely able to stem the flow before releasing several years of seed explosively into her receptive womb. She squealed and arched her hips despite the impact of my full weight, shaking uncontrollably with an explosive orgasm as I continued to pump my burning semen into her. As we slowly descending from the most erotic encounter of my life, her vagina continued to milk my essence into her center.
I held her gently as we slowly relaxed, feeling her throbbing heartbeat radiating through her extremities. A smile slowly appeared as I kissed the other side of her neck and her hands wandered through my thinning hair and down my back sensually. Suddenly, the soft white light we were bathed in changed to a soft blue and a feminine voice blurted a message in an unknown tongue. She slowly rolled away from our embrace and rose to her knees. Placing her hand gently over my left ear, I felt a momentary pin prick within the canal. I rose shakily and helped her to her feet as I gazed into her beautiful eyes.
“Our arrival is imminent. You have been selected to father a new generation of offspring based on your experience, compassion and skill. A translator was implanted in your ear to facilitate communication with the native species. Any resistance to adapting to cultural mores of this world will restrict its evolution. Be safe, be happy, and be fruitful.”
Part I
There was a brief flash of bright light and I was flat on my back staring at a clear blue sky in the middle of a tropical forest. The air was warm and sweet; my senses heightened beyond my earlier recollections. With no clothes, no weapons, and no identity, I realized my skills would be my only asset. A few strides away, a magnificent fir tree rose at a convenient angle to facilitate a quick ascent, and I scaled up to the highest point almost effortlessly. There was something in the clean crisp air that invigorated me. The forest was dotted with strange leaved trees bearing red fruit – my natural Viagra! There was smoke rising from several hundred meters away and behind was a large lake or open sea. I could hear soft feminine voices on the wind; melodious and enticing.
Suddenly the voices abruptly ceased and the air became still. A single voice broke the oppressive silence and stated it sensed a male presence nearby. Several other distinct voices skeptically questioned her observations but she insisted. I panicked not wanting to be cornered, and shinnied down the tree, bolting for thick underbrush as soon as my feet touched solid ground. I ran like the wind with the feminine voices in pursuit until I recalled my mission and slowed to a stop. A stampede of animal skinned clad women emerged from the underbrush and tumbled over one another when they slid to a stop. Their collective mouths dropped open and I suppressed the urge to laugh at the pile of jumbled bodies. From what I could discern, they were physically identical to the women of my world with keener instincts. I held my hands out, palms up, in a gesture of greeting.
A stately blond goddess made her way to the forefront and paused reflecting my gesture. Despite the fur covering her breasts and genitals, I could tell she was beautifully proportioned. I felt blood starting to fill my cock with anticipation as my mouth lost the last drop of moisture. She timidly walked towards me as her gaze shifted between my eyes and my engorged genitals. No words were spoken as she reached out to touch my cock with long trembling fingers. I touched her face lightly and she smiled firmly squeezing my penis. The other girls gathered around in a tight circle and stroked my chest and bum gently as their leader dropped to her knees and gently explored my package. I could see where this was headed and eased her hands away.
“Does it squirt the sacred cream of life,” she queried.”
“When stimulated it will,” I replied and began an impromptu lesson in basic human intercourse with simple explanations and gestures. Once finished, I entertained their questions honestly without judgment and was rewarded by their nods of understanding and occasional breaks as one of the girls manually frigged herself to orgasm. When I queried about the absence of male counterparts they fell silent until the leader explained that during the 'time of the fallen star' all men were taken away because the females had become selfish and neglected to care for them as the creator intended – a error that would cost them a generation of loneliness. I briefly considered rewriting their conceived notions but decided against it. Twilight began to settle on the forest with long shadows as we made our way back to their camp amidst occasional touches and giggles. I grabbed several red 'passion fruit' (a name I termed for their Viagra like effects) that grew everywhere and enjoyed one unaware that the non-refined fruit had a slight psychoactive effect in addition to its erection enhancement properties.
By the time we reached the small enclave of mud huts, I was euphoric and hard. Emboldened by the fruits effects, I wordlessly strolled behind the leader into her hut and tugged at the small leather strap supporting the animal skin covering her vulva. She gasped in surprise as she turned towards me and I dropped to my knees burying my face into the naturally blond, musky muff atop her long lavish legs. Stumbling over backwards onto a reed carpet, I savored her virginal labia eagerly. By the third swipe of my tongue, she became a demon, tearing at my hair and thrashing around on the carpet frantically. Convinced I would be bucked off her on first contact, I rolled onto my back and pulled her on board.
“What are you called,” I asked as she instinctively positioned herself over my package.
“Eba, my lord,” she responded breathlessly as she positioned my throbbing glans on her clit, and rubbed the two nerve filled extremities together gently. In less than a minute, she collapsed on my chest with orgasmic spasms. Perfectly positioned, my penis slid into the tight opening and with a mighty thrust of my hips, I pushed in as far as I could. She groaned as another round of orgasmic spasms sent her body into seizures. I thrust deeper again and again as she trembled uncontrollably upon me until a soft fleshy obstruction halted any further penetration. Her pussy was inhumanly tight as it milked my cock mercilessly. Still wracked with orgasmic spasms, Eba tore the fur covering from her bosoms and exposed the two most perfect globes ever created. Locking my mouth around the closest coffee colored nipple, I drew the hard teat past my teeth and tongue lashed the sensitive flesh to the sounds of her ever intensifying moans. Again she trembled with yet another orgasm clamping my cock unmercifully tight as I bit into the succulent aureola. Despite my best efforts at containment, my over stimulated cock spewed into her depths as my hips arched to enhance the life giving vaginal deposit.
With a high pitched squeal and several unintelligible words, she collapsed on me, bathing my torso in a warm stream of her pee as she lost control of her muscles. Her deep respiration’s confirmed she was still in our plane of existence, but her rapidly cooling pee spurred me to gently roll from beneath her exhausted frame to clean myself in a stream that flowed through the center of the encampment. Unsteadily I rose and stumbled over to a small stuffed bed cushion. Pulling back the thick hand sewn comforter, I arranged the pillow before returning to Aba's still trembling form. After a long pause to admire the perfection of her sweat sheened skin and the gentle curves of her femininity. I rolled her into my arms and carried her over to the cot. When I tucked her in, she sighed contently and curled into a fetal ball.
As I pulled back the skin door covering, I saw the women of the encampment on their knees with their heads bowed in awe. Slowly making my way through the small group towards the creek, I patted their heads or shoulders in acceptance, while trying to hide my embarrassment. None of them appeared over their mid twenties which seemed strange in itself, and the lingering effects of the passion fruit only made me wonder if I was hallucinating. The crystal cool water was no hallucination however, and I welcomed the refreshing relief as I eased into a depression dug into the riverbed. A young hand touched my shoulder and I turned to a barely pubescent waif staring at my eyes with a demure smile. Her skin, eyes, and coarse curly hair were a deep chocolate brown and her youthful figure oozed virginal innocence. Hesitantly, she bean to pour water on my neck and shoulders with her hands, smoothing and soothing new life into me. She wordlessly bathed my extremities and legs, and massaged the muscles gently, inadvertently stirring life back into my genitals. When her gentle caresses reached my throbbing periscope; her hands began to tremble as she timidly explored the ridges and recesses. I was becoming fully aroused.
“What is your name, princess?”
“Zuri,” she responded in a childish whisper stroking my cock with her soft hand.
“Would you like a baby?”
She nodded and I gently pulled her tiny frame on to my lap and held her tightly savoring the furry bumps of her developing breasts. Zuri grabbed my engorged penis wedged between us, and continued her tactile exploration as I gently planted kisses on her face. The other girls settled down around us; some already twiddling their twats with anticipation. I was somewhat unnerved by the audience until Zuri repositioned herself with my cock at her hairless vaginal entrance and my focus shifted to entering her tight opening. Tucked into her tight shallow slit, the sensation alone brought me perilously close to the edge. Instinctively, Zuri began rocking her hips triggering a similar yet forcibly restrained response on my behalf; my glans nudging her tiny clitoris with each stroke. After a continuing her stimulation until I was fully aroused, the experience proved too much for my Zuri and with a grimace, her worn nails tore into my back and her legs violently trembled with her first male induced orgasm. It was a beautiful display of orgasmic euphoria.
There were gasps from members of the audience, as they experienced their own voyeuristic self-induced releases simultaneously. Zuri crumbled, gasping for breath while still clinging to me desperately. Any attempt to extract myself was met with groans of disapproval as her legs locked around my thighs. Finally, two of the onlookers eased into the water beside us and gently dislodged my partner. One was a stunning redhead with long hair that easily reached the small of her back and crystal clear large green eyes. Voluptuously endowed, she eased one of her pale long legs over my torso and fumbled with my already primed probe, placing it at her warm opening hidden in a tuft of brilliant red hair. Ever so slowly she descended down the length of my tool, throwing her head back with this new erotic experience of male penetration. Slowly, she slid down the shaft until my glans was fully embedded in her quivering womb.
Although she was not as tight as my two previous lovers, her enthusiastic pelvic thrusts were more than sufficient to trigger a long series of orgasmic episodes that kept me on the edge of my own release. When her long slender fingers massaged my hyper sensitive scrotum, my attempts at restraint finally crumbled and with a groan I filled her with my burning seed. Her almost inhuman growl and a long stream of orgasmic essence that sprayed from her quim signaled her final epic orgasm as I continued to fill her until my balls ached. She fell onto me quivering as the last of our collective energies drained into orgasmic oblivion. Somewhere in the afterglow, I heard several nearby voices announce their own orgasmic releases.
When I awoke sometime later, I had been moved beneath the shade of a large fir type tree with my head resting in Zuri's lap while several other girls gently rubbed some type of soothing lotion into my skin. A plate of exotic fruits including the afore mentioned passion fruit were resting net to Zuri's knee, and upon my awakening, she fed me slices of the delightful indigenous offerings. Now fully clothed, Aba suddenly appeared and gently kissed my forehead.
“Let's talk,” was all she said as she slowly reached out with an upturned hand while rising to her feet.
During the next few hours she entertained my questions and shared her hopes for the future. Without the protein of male sperm, the women were inexplicably dying prematurely, confirming my mission's urgency. This world circled two suns and had a rapid orbit that virtually eliminated seasonal transitions. Much of the planet was unknown to them; apparently occupied by small nomadic hunter gatherer groups with abundant resources that minimized territorial conflicts. Certain social characteristics of spoken language and familial coherence were quite well developed, without the necessity of advanced technology. It was a utopia of sorts where ignorance was bliss. My attempts at explaining my origins were met with such awe and skepticism that early on I abandoned my attempts. Kissing her gently in gratitude for her honesty, I advised her that dissemination of my seed must be global, not restricted to one small group. She nodded solemnly in agreement and motioned for the other members of the clan to join us.
Several ebony women made their way over and seated themselves close to us. One was strikingly beautiful, with large doe eyes, kissable full lips, small round breasts, and full hips. I made eye contact and nodded and she scurried over. I traced the smooth features of her face; her lower lip trembling with anticipation, and small beads of sweat forming on her shoulders. Her full tender breasts accepted my touch eagerly - sensuously yet hungrily; as her hands cupped my face lovingly. I broke the kiss and and let my tongue explore the gentle curves of her long cinnamon colored neck and shoulders She pulled my head towards her and rolled her head back to look towards the heavens amidst ecstatic moans.
Gently, I explored the rich musky taste of her skin, removing her fur clothing and tongue bathing her trembling feminine curves until I eased open the dark brown valley covered with a light coating of thick black curls. Her pink vagina, a colorful contrast to her otherwise chocolate skin, was slick with desire. Spreading her puffy lips open with one hand, I slipped my forefinger into the tight pink flesh until it stopped at her hymen and slowly withdrew discovering the natives had a g-spot! Messaging the tender flesh of her g-spot gently provided the catalyst to drive her over the edge explosively. My audience gasped at her orgasmic reaction; moving even closer as I eased my cock into her trembling orifice. With one gentle thrust, the shroud of her virginity was irreversibly torn; her eyes shot open with surprise, and her vaginal walls tightened painfully around the intruder. A second, more explosive orgasm shattered her countenance as she trembled violently amidst several undecipherable exclamations.
Fighting the urge to ruthlessly plunder her pussy, I held myself firmly inside her moist pink convulsing cavern until she relaxed before gently resuming my slow deep thrusts. Her body relaxed and her abdomen rose corresponding to my penetration. The warm silkiness enveloping my tool was emphasized exponentially by tight rhythmic contractions of her vaginal muscles. Each breast bobbling thrust became a test of my ability to contain my impending orgasm. Her rapid arousal matched my own to where the first explosive stream of cervix bathing sperm sent her into unrestrained convulsions that almost threw me clear of her arcing torso.
The remainder of the clan formed a tight circle around us, and one of her companions gently tapped me on the shoulder and rolled me onto my back where she immediately dove face first onto my expended organ and eagerly cleaned the few remaining remnants of our orgasm away with her tongue. Satiated in orgasmic euphoria, I stared at the clear blue green sky, as several beautiful maidens scurried over with a plate of passion fruit and a wood hewn bowl of stream water. As they gently fed and bathed me, I reached over to quivering form of my latest conquered virgin, and squeezed her hand gently. Amidst her bodies' desperate attempts to regain stasis, she reciprocated and smiled weakly.
From a particularly dense batch of underbrush, there came a shrill scream, soon followed by a chorus of ear splitting shrieks not unlike a band of blood thirsty Seminoles. In a compromised position I feebly attempted to assume a defensive stance as my gracious hosts splintered into the woods with shrieks of terror. Only briefly did I catch a glimpse of a lizard skin wrapped warrior before a vicious kick to my gonads sent my partially digested passion fruit onto the jungle floor and the lights of awareness into blissful darkness. Sometime later, I awoke tied face down on the back of an overgrown raptor type lizard, my groin screaming in agony with every creature footfall. Gratefully, consciousness escaped me again.
Part II
When I awoke, I was secured on a sandy mound on my back with my extremities securely tied with thick vines in a spread eagle position. I groaned at the throbbing pain radiating through my torso and could vaguely hear the voices of my captors somewhere beyond my field of vision. A large shadow blocked my field of vision and I was suddenly staring at the gaping maw of a miniature Godzilla. Panic stricken, I struggled needlessly to free myself only to have my chest covered with a gallon of Dino drool. Scared shitless and certain my fate rested on the long rows of sharp tarter stained teeth, I lost control and released a long stream of pee that my antagonist noted immediately and lapped up greedily. I now understood why it's breath was disgusting! The rough tongue was coming perilously close to ripping my already batter genitals from my torso when a shrill squeal erupted nearby and the creature wandered off sulking.
A lizard skin clad captor suddenly appeared and upon seeing I had returned to some semblance of reality, abruptly squatted over my torso and rubbed her knarly pubic patch fervently on my tortuously mangled package. Fortunately, the genital assault was short lived; she bucked several times with an apparent orgasm and stood up gesturing to others outside of my field of view. Suddenly a group of similarly clad women of all sizes and colors appeared and one by one subjected me to the worst sexual experience of my life. Unable to free myself without tearing more skin from my wrists and ankles, I was destined to spend the next several hours experiencing the total dehumanization of multiple rapes. When attempting to voice my discomfort, I was brutally slapped until disconnected numbness set in. I was viewing the entire spectacle from somewhere outside my physical self.
How long the assault lasted, I can scarcely say as at some point I had drifted into a a world of fantasy where love and beauty thrived. When my senses finally returned at the setting of the first (and brightest) sun, I was dehydrated, exhausted and aching like the onset of a summer flu. Still bound, the jungle was strangely silent. Suddenly a face appeared directly over mine, and without moving her lips she demanded to know why I had not fertilized her companions. I pretended not to hear, while being stunned at her apparent communicative abilities. She kicked me in the side and disappeared from my field of view. Somewhat convinced my fate was at hand, I closed my eyes and let the sound of the sweet cooling breezes make music to my troubled spirit.
It was dark when I felt my extremities being released and several sets of hands drag me over to a crackling fire pit. My assailants were silently gathered in a semi circle staring unmercifully at me and my nakedness. A shadowy figure in lizard skin with a tirade of feathers regally walked over to me and with an authoritative voice asked if I was sent by the god of life bearers. After staring at her unwavering gaze, I shook my head no and turned away awaiting another swift kick that never came. It was so quiet that a pin drop could have telegraphed throughout the jungle.
“Our petitions remain unanswered – throw this creature into the valley of night.”
With hardly the strength to speak, I extended my arms upward to assist my captors in expediting my demise.
“Great Queen,” a timid voice erupted from one of the warriors, “With my own eyes I saw this creature fertilize a dark skinned female. It may not know of she whom sent it nor of it's purpose.”
“This creature chose not to fertilize any among us,” the queen retorted.
Another spoke up timidly; “Perhaps our way of mating is not the way of the creature.”
I feebly grunted my agreement.
“The way of all males are equal, young warrior; it is for that very reason they were banished. It is only by the grace of our sacred mother that we will become fertile once more; not by our hand or the hands of this creature.” I groaned loudly as silence enveloped the camp.
Finally the Queen spread out her arms in an unmistakable gesture of her authority; “We are the Sisters of the sharp toothed creatures, destined to lord over this world and live endlessly with the mother of life bearers. Bind this creature beyond our camp and feed it. At the dawn of the second sun, I shall reveal the fate of this creature as decreed by our sacred mother.” I sighed with relief and was drug over to a large tree just beyond the visual range of the camp where they secured me by my ankle. Several plates of food with a large urn of water were placed just within my reach and I was left to the peaceful obscurity of the night. Downing most of the water I dove into a plate of singed meat that was hard to chew but palatable, and several passion fruits.
My energy gradually returned and I was able to free my bound leg quite easily with unbound hands. Apparently my captors had a no idea of my recuperative capabilities. Curiosity compelled me to crawl back to the encampment as quietly as I could to get some insight on my potential fate. Within a few moments I located the largest rock dwelling in the encampment and quietly made my way to a small dimly lit opening to peer inside. The Queen was listening to a figure shrouded in thin translucent mesh quietly. I could barely make out portions of the highly intelligent conversation between the two and got the distinct impression that the veiled god mother reviled all males who she felt should be treated as monsters on a irresponsible mission of sexual conquest. When the Queen left the structure to get some water and fruit, I squeezed through a small window to confront the shrouded feminist.
As I threw back the shroud, I encountered an elderly women, definitely beyond child bearing years that was ugly – butt farting ugly. Torn between preserving the mores of this little subculture or ending the life of this lizard lipped feminist, I stared into her trembling face and decided reasoning would be the best approach. At first terrified, she fumbled for words; but once assured that my intent was non-threatening, she spilled her guts about the previous world she lived in, and why she had taken such a hard line against the aggressive males of her species. In turn, I explained that I had been sent here to help repopulate her world and hoped to reintegrate sexuality as a positive mutual act. As the queen re-entered the dwelling, she dropped the serving tray and went for a weapon hidden somewhere within the lizard gown before a simple gesture from the 'god mother' calmed her enough to listen to reason.
A few tense moments filled with intense conversation between the two women followed until finally, with a personal sigh of relief, the Queen seated herself and offered me some fruit. I mentioned how I enjoyed the grilled meat, and how fascinating her control over mini Godzilla was. She warmed considerably and for the first time I was able to see the woman behind her authoritarian charade as she explained how to amplify thought projections to control the creatures and communicate non-verbally; a simple mental process few of her subordinates could duplicate. When the elder woman commented on the sad shape of my 'package,” I brushed it off as an “occupational hazard” and offered her the chance for a closer inspection.
The 'god mother' was both eager and experienced, and with gentle caresses soon had my battered organ throbbing with anticipation. She then turned to the Queen and explained the actual physical process involved in human copulation with a few suggestions I randomly offered for clarification. I could see the Queen becoming aroused, shifting almost continually until the heel of her right foot was firmly pressed against her hairy bush. The environment had suddenly changed and I felt a kinship with the god mother that words fail to describe.
Gently I removed the loose garment from her aging flour-sack shaped body and caressed her lovingly, amazed how quickly her large nipples on her floppy baby feeders became aroused. With my left arm wrapped around her back fondling the sensitive nipple, my right hand delved into the furry gray haired snatch and found her clitoris, massaging it briefly before delving into the damp warmth between the extended flaps of her labia. Her g-spot was extremely sensitive to my touch, and her breathy low growls encouraged me to progress to the next level. Cradling her head with one hand while supporting myself with the other, I slowly laid her back onto the dirt covered floor as she positioned my organ between her nether lips. With one quick thrust, I was enveloped in her warmth and she was writhing like a virgin schoolgirl. Unfortunately, my normally responsive 'package' did not take well to the interaction of the god mother's salty lubricant, burning painfully with each thrust. The Queen moved closer with passion filled eyes, and stroked the other elder woman's hair as she glanced between her legs from time to time.
A generation void of male companionship was quickly resolved when the god mother feebly arched her hips and groaned awash with her long overdue orgasm. Breathlessly she whispered to save my seed for her daughter as she squeezed my organ forcefully before letting go. The Queen eagerly rolled onto her back, and devoid of undergarments, opened her legs completely revealing her moist, fur covered slit. With a groan, I rolled off the still quivering form and positioned my battered erect cock at the Queen's intimate entrance. Unlike her Mother, the Queen was extremely tight with far more energy, forcing my battered organ slowly into her depths with forceful thrusts of her hips. It took the sum of my mental effort to keep my erection hard, ever fearful it would rupture or break. Gratefully, she never heard of an all-niter and climaxed even before I was fully engulfed. I quickly pulled out to squelch the burning discomfort and sat on my heels.
For a few brief moments , a look of stunned surprise crossed the face of the Queen, until she realized the reason I had withdrawn. Quickly rising to her feet, she stepped outside as her Mother reached over and gently examined the offending flesh. She clucked her tongue at a deep purple clot near the base and several bleeding lacerations along the shaft. Her daughter returned with several thick leaves which she squeezed to extract a white viscous liquid she gently massaged into the traumatized organ. Almost immediately, a cool soothing relief overwhelmed my genitals and spread throughout my lower torso. My erection faded quickly along with the burning pain. I reached over and gently kissed the Queen in gratitude.
After a few stunned moments, the Queen reciprocated, locking lips with unbridled passion. Sensually, we remained locked together until the need for air finally tore us apart. My hands slid from her face down her shoulders and I embraced her lovingly as she melted in my arms. Somehow, this extra curricular activity was sufficient to allow the blood to ease back into my groin, and without further foreplay, I fell backward and pulled her on top. She quickly positioned my fully engorged organ at her entrance and spread her legs as wide as she could slowly lowering herself on my torso. With the skill of an experienced whore, she slowly forced herself down on my slick rod until her clitoris was embedded on my pubic bone. Slowly she rose and sank back down amidst throaty moans of contentment; her leg and vaginal muscles working together in an erotic symphony of sexual desire.
Despite the discomfort, the stimulation was overwhelming and I soon filled her with blood tainted semen. She cried out while trembling violently and slid down hard on my torso as her own orgasm jolted her muscular frame. Rocking her hips as her muscles milked me, she fell forward catching herself just as her lizard skin covered breasts touched my chest. Despite her orgasm, she kissed me tenderly and dismounted; grabbing another leaf to milk the cool extract onto my rapidly deflating genitals. She continued to tremble as she lay beside me and her Mother rolled to my vacant side in a fulfilling euphoric sandwich. The cool healing balm soothed my battered genitals and I drifted into a blissful fulfilling sleep.
It was still dark when I was awakened by one of my companions shifting in her sleep. It took a few moments to gain my bearings before I awoke my hosts with gentle kisses and advised them that my presence might not be well accepted by their subjects. The Queen gently caressed my cock and nodded and we hurriedly arose and crept back to the tree outside the camp where I was previously bound. I held her tightly as she sighed and handed me the rope that would eliminate my freedom. Breaking our embrace, I leaned over and secured the rope before taking a seat next to the empty plates to await my soon to be disclosed fate. The Queen leaned over and kissed me tenderly, before turning back down the trail from whence we came. Despite her unflattering attire, the full round curves of her hips left a most delightful vision to fall asleep to.
The sound of approaching footfalls and the bright glare of a full sun woke me to find the son of Godzilla hovering over me. Anxious to try my newly acquired knowledge of mental manipulation, I focused on the creatures giant cranium and commanded it to lay down. With a look of surprise, it slowly lowered it's huge hulking frame down and rolled next to me with an earth shaking thud. Not quite sure of how to express my gratitude, I patted it's jowl gently and it nudged me with it's snout. By then, the lizard women had arrived and stared at the scene in total disbelief until the Queen moved through the group and smiled at me knowingly. She turned to the remainder of group and spread her arms wide as she spoke.
“Sisters,” she began, “The blessed Mother chastised me for abusing he of whom she delivered to fulfill our prayers. Our ignorance almost destroyed that which would fill our lifeless wombs with seed.” She slowly strolled over to me and winked before freeing my ankle and gently touching my leg. Rising to her feet she stretched her arms out again before speaking; “Take heed of his given blessing and share your feminine gifts freely for surely he will provide the seed we desperately seek and give offspring to those he favors,” she murmured reverently. She stretched out her hand and helped me to my feet. I embraced her gently and kissed her forehead. “My Queen,” I began, “My essence will be willingly shared with all who desire for a time. I only require your trust and understanding.”
“Make ready a dwelling for our seed giver Sisters, and prepare a feast! Let us welcome the father of our future;” the Queen proclaimed gleefully. The tribe broke forth in excited babble and scurried back towards the camp while I turned to the patient creature and patted his jowls again. Despite his unusual dietary requirements, his docile servitude was most welcomed. Carefully mounting his scaly back, I asked him to rise. Surprisingly, he stumbled to his feet and slowly rose to his full three story height, adjusting to my alien presence in the process. In surprisingly little time, I had my monstrous companion trained to simple hand gestures for direction and velocity, and soon we were thundering through the forest, bonding like a master and his new puppy.
Unlike the Godzilla that terrified me in my youth, he dined on leaves as well as little scurrying mole type critters that wandered across our path while exhibiting a unbelievable gentleness around humans. We took a trip through the forests and up the side of an ancient volcano while I grabbed an occasional passion fruit and gained a good impression of the lay of the land. The geology, botany, and biology were all unfamiliar; the rocks and flora, although similar to the wilds of my home world, displayed unique evolutionary characteristics. The creatures were somewhat similar also, although my mount was by far the largest of the animals we encountered. Once Godzilla (as I called him) had skillfully navigated a glacial field, we arrived at the volcanic cone and viewed a vast jungle extending to an ocean filled horizon. Beyond the mountains in the opposing direction was a semi arid plain with entirely unique flora and herds of bovines with long antelope curved horns. Birds of brilliant plumage were abundant. Dismounting on an ancient lava flow, I found scores of malleable stones that could easily be fashioned into sharp edges for carving and cutting.
Returning back to the jungle, we steered clear of a small native settlement as we followed a winding glacial river. Trusting Godzilla's instincts, I let him proceed at will and we soon returned to the lizard girl's camp where the girls were scurrying about in anticipation of our return. The fire in the center of the camp was roaring in intensity and poles with some type of skinned fowl where stuck in the ground around the perimeter. The Sister's skin glowed in the firelight and small little flowers were sprinkled in there hair and in bands around their ankles. Their lizard skins were replaced by thin green translucent wraps that barely concealed their feminine assets and blended sensually with their tanned skin. It was a refreshing sight to my wandering eyes and my rapidly healing package. As I dismounted, they coaxed Godzilla over to a pile of discarded skin and entrails where he feasted fitfully, They guided me over to a log stump next to the Queen where the hewn table before me was filled with native delicacies. It was and overwhelming display of hospitality.
As a stranger in a strange land with sperm my only bargaining chip, I was compelled to share some of my otherworldly experiences. I turned to the Queen and really noticed her beauty for the first time. Her breasts were full with small pebbled nipples, her long neck and toned legs oozed sensuality, her long brunette hair and delicate facial features bestowed with rich full lips beckoned my arousal, and the air of royalty she projected compelled me to move as close to her as possible. She smelled of sweet carnations that required every ounce of restraint I could muster to prevent a full frontal passion attack. I took her hand and rose to my feet and she quickly rose to follow my lead. We wandered into the nearby woods amidst the wanton glares of the Sisterhood.
I quickly located a grove of stout bushes cover with notched branches. Quickly snatching them from the soft earth, I procured the Queen's stone knife and quickly fashioned forked supports. Gently kissing her delicious lips passionately, we quickly returned to camp and I set up the crude spit over the fire, placing three of the roasting fowl on one cross-member. With a quick tutorial, my hosts soon had all the meat on similar, quickly fabricated spits they were slowly turning the simmering fowl. The Queen and I returned to our preselected seats and held hands as we watched the festivities. Savory highly intoxicating drinks were liberally served. Several girls sang a strange harmonious ballad while the others danced around the campfire gleefully. Downing several passion fruits, I leaned back to savor the gentle high and the happiness surrounding me. Soon the meat was served and we feasted. It's good to be the king!
Fully satiated from the delightful feast, I unsteadily rose and bowed to my gracious hosts gathered around the campfire. Still comfortably numb; after clearing my throat I began to sing the only song the came to mind: “Kumbaya.” My rendition did not give the tune justice, but my captive audience was entranced by the strange other worldly sounds, swaying hand in hand from side to side with closed eyes. Several cried. I then encourage them to join me, and soon the evening air was filled with our collective voice. I wondered briefly if the inhabitants of Earth could hear us and I imagined those I had left behind joining us in universal song. As the melodious sound began to die down and the jungle returned to stillness, the Queen arose and motioned for me to stand along side.
“It is time to commence the extraction of our precious seed, sisters!” She turned to me with a strange look on her face and I felt me knees begin to tremble. “We can not allow you the freedom to mate on your own accord. Your are the slave of the Sisters of the Knife Toothed creatures and we take that which we desire. While you dined on your final meal, the extract of the Vermilanda seed was added to your drink. This extract enhances your fertility while depleting your physical strength.” She turned to her subjects with a devious smile and ordered; “Bind him firmly by arm and leg within the shelter of joining, and use him fully beginning with the eldest sisters first. By this time on the morrow you shall all have the seed of life growing within you and the life giver will join his banished brothers!” A shrill, ear piercing cheer rose from the crowd as two set of hands firmly pulled me beneath a hastily constructed lean to and I was firmly tied spread eagle on my back.
Perhaps it was the unexpected hospitality or the bogus bonding the festive environment created that had so effectively clouded both my reasoning and suspicions. These ruthless bitches were brutal! As the first lizard skinned recipient mounted my painfully throbbing organ, I realized I now had the opportunity to truly experience the sensations of being fucked to death. Fate can be a cruel mistress, yet succumbing to a barrage of pussy pounding seemed a most fitting demise. After spewing my first hot load into the tight orgasmic pussy riding me, I felt my feverish gonads throbbing with hyperactivity; producing life giving semen at a never before experienced rate. Soon the nameless pussies lost their uniqueness and my sensations, save the hyperactive nerve endings in my genitals, dulled into senselessness. Throughout the night, I was ridden by a seemingly never ending barrage of wanton pussies accompanied with sighs of passion and orgasmic expletives.
By the early morning, I was fading in and out of reality when a thunderous crash stimulated the last ounce of my adrenaline into my limbs. Still bound, the vines were loose enough for me to pull my wrists into view and undo the knots. I sat up to find Godzilla staring at me with a curious gaze. I gave him the most cheerful greeting I could muster as I fumbled with the vines around my ankles. Unable to rise to my feet, the Jurassic giant gently nuzzled my side and I rolled onto it's back. It rose slowly and with one swipe of it's tail leveled the lean to and several nearby dwellings amidst the terrified screams of the occupants. My awareness faded as we thundered into the jungle.
Part III
I awoke sometime later under a large palm type tree with a soft sea breeze massaging my fatigued limbs. Two brown skinned girls with brilliant white teeth hovered above me; one was giving me sips of sweet tasting water from a shallow bowl while the other fumbled with the discolored remnants of my discolored genitals. I rose briefly to my elbows and my two little angels bolted as I felt the familiar gust of disgusting breath on my back. Turning, I wrapped my arms as far as I could around the scaly neck of Godzilla and projected my gratitude for its' bold rescue. It nudged me repeatedly, welcoming me back to the land of the living. Commanding him to feed, it turned and took a few steps before returning to my side. I patted it's huge left leg as I surveyed my surroundings.
I was on an long beach with sparkling white sand framed by the towering trees of a jungle. A short distance from where we stood was was a small gathering of open air huts covered with interwoven palm type leaves and a group of humans crouched in a group with hand hewn wooden spears at the ready. Along the shore was a jagged line of small hand hewn vessels with outriggers. Turning towards them with my hands extended, I fell face first into the soft sand. It was too early and I was far to weak to trust my own facilities. The two young maidens hurriedly ran over to me and eased me on my back before forcing several more sips of water down my parched throat.
Despite their fears, the leaf clad group slowly approached with their weapons poised. Ever mindful of my trusted companion, they eased ever closer until one of the older women extended a small portion of fried fish. Weakly I reached up and let her place it upon my palm before tasting it; savoring the delicate white flesh slowly. I smiled and nodded as I was eased into a sitting position. Feebly, I pointed to my companion and repeated his name slowly several times before collapsing with exhaustion. The crowd mumbled amongst themselves and lowered their spears. One of the young girls slowly approached Godzilla, and he lowered his massive head and gently nudged her as she giggled nervously. Soon the entire group gathered around and climbed on Godzilla chatting excitedly while my companion basked in their open attention; nudging them playfully as they climbed over his massive bulk.
Several of the elder women broke from the group and crouched next to me. One took my hand and studied it carefully while the other two focused on the lifeless flesh between my legs. Their hands had evolved with short translucent webs between their fingers which explained their curiosity in my mine. Gently wrapping my arms over their shoulders, they eased me back to one of the huts, and made me comfortable on a sand stuffed cushion of leaves. Several plates of fish meats and fruits were placed beside me as I drifted back into dreamland. Every time I stirred, one of the small girls immediately tried to stuff something in my mouth, while the other gently smoothed a clear refreshing liniment over my tired corpse. Several days passed before I was able to take brief walks along the beach with the support of one of my hosts and the devoted escort of my two legged companion.
One morning I awoke to the warmth of the suns rays streaming across the floor to watch the fleet of a dozen or so dugout canoes heading out into the open sea. Those remaining behind were busy with various tasks; cooking, cleaning, sewing, and gathering shells that had washed onshore during the night. I felt renewed, almost back to my old self. The two young girls that had originally tended to me when I arrived scurried over with a plate of food and a small vessel of cream they began rubbing on my body. Under the watchful eyes of several women sitting at a hewn table sewing leaves together, they fed and massaged me, carefully rubbing the soothing cream into my reviving genitals. The normal color of my shaft had almost completely returned and my gonads no longer ached. There was hope my mission could resume, thanks to the skillful care of my new found companions.
One of the women set down her work and came over, studying me thoroughly before squatting down and carefully examining my genitals and shaking her head sadly. Giving the shaft a gentle squeeze she quietly queried;
“Your peen. . .how?”
I explained how I had been taken from a domicile tribe by lizard clothed warriors who fed me with an extract from a seed before I was forcibly gang raped until my two legged companion rescued me and brought me to this place. After a few seconds to analyze my explanation, she nodded and confirmed my induced infertility. She rose and grasped a vile from a long row of similarly shaped vessels perched atop a long shelf. Returning, she squatted and gently opened my pee hole; pouring a few drops of burning liquid into the enlarged opening. It burned briefly as it traveled down the length of my shaft into my prostrate. She then explained slowly in very basic terms that the serum only neutralized the poison in my system, and the only likely cure was found in the venom of the ebony sea snake that was otherwise fatal unless administered directly to the base of my penis (peen). After the genital abuse I'd already experienced, I wasn't too eager to have a serpent gnaw on my cock, yet the alternative of a lifetime of sterility was even less appealing.
As she spoke, she stroked my genitals lovingly and shared her knowledge of this tribe of sea people, how they traded with other tribes than lived deeper in the jungle and how their world had been affected by the 'great dying' when the males strangely succumbed overnight and the women were left to fend for themselves. The lizard skinned tribe were known throughout the land as merciless warriors with an unwritten agenda of conquest. If my fertility returned, it must be carefully guarded to insure the survival of her clan and her world. It was apparent her wisdom would be a great asset to my adjustment and I gently pulled her towards me and felt the empty loneliness she harbored as I embraced her. She trembled in my grasp as I caressed her exposed weather worn skin. I asked where we could find this cock biting snake and she withdrew slightly with a concern etched on her face.
“We shall find one in the pools of low water when my companions return - be aware few have survived their bite.”
“I intend to be one of the few,” I responded stroking her silky hair; “How much time will pass until I am once again fertile?”
“Not long,” she responded in a hushed voice, “you are not of this world are you?”
I shook my head no and smiled, hoping to avoid any further disclosure, and held her tightly once again until the fatigue caused by our awkward position drew us apart. The two young girls sat next to me, and I showed them how to play tic-tic-toe in the sand. The large head of Godzilla appeared suddenly appeared above the tree line and I rushed out to greet my old friend. I sensed he had found a mate, and he leaned down to for me to mount him. Once securely on board, we were thundering off into the jungle amidst a flock of brightly colored birds with razor sharp teeth that circled us squawking gleefully. Several hour later, we were close to foothills when my mount slowed his pace close to a large opening in the rock face. Strolling casually towards the obscure opening, he bellowed a jungle jarring growl and a somewhat smaller version of Godzilla with a row of six teats down her chest appeared and chirped a high pitch twitter in response. Dino love! Hesitantly, she sniffed me before nudging her mate playfully.
My trusted stead slowly lowered his head and I slid to the ground immediately patting her scaly skin with acceptance. The she beast seemed both intelligent and accepting dispelling any fear I harbored. I gently patted their jowls simultaneously while they returned gentle nudges,and we almost immediately formed a most unusual bond. Projecting a vision of the first meeting and subsequent rescue, Godzilla became visibly agitated and restless, and nudged me to mount him. Soon we were thundering through the jungle on long strides that nearly threw me with every footfall. I caught just a brief glimpse of the lizard bitches encampment before the team of dinosaurs set about stomping the site into oblivion amid a barrage of wooden spears that fell harmlessly to the ground. I briefly spotted the Queen escorting the shrouded figure of the god mother into the dense underbrush just as my mount flattened them into a puddle of goo.
Once the dust had settled, I slid from Godzilla's back as he wheezed with exertion. Grabbing a spear, I quickly circled the remains of the camp on foot, and goaded the handful of remaining warriors into a tight circle. With the towering countenance of two beasts behind me, I commanded the trembling survivors to live in peace with everything and everyone or their fate would would lie in the jaws of my towering “peacemakers.” With a threatening shake of my spear, they scattered into the jungle and I turned to my two companions to rub their jowls in gratitude.
Part IV
It was then I noticed the spear shaft extending from the soft lower torso of the female dinosaur. I gently patted her, and grabbing the shaft, pulling it from her with all my strength. She bellowed pitifully as the spear came free and I was drenched with a shower of fouls smelling fluid. Quickly grabbing the largest leaf of a nearby tree, I crammed it against the open wound and used my back to form a pressure bandage as Godzilla paced back and forth like an expectant father on delivery day. A short time later, as my strength waned, I slowly eased away from the makeshift dressing and grabbed several gourds that appeared intact. Racing to the river, I found a growth of plants bearing the same leaves the Queen had used on my battered genitals. Quickly filling the gourds, I ripped off several leaves on my way back to the site hoping they worked as well on dino skin as they worked on my private parts. Gently bathing the wound and applying the leaf extract onto a fresh leaf, I pressed the dressing to her abdomen and the look of ecstasy that spread across her features was beyond priceless.
For the next several hours, I changed her dressing periodically while she quietly rested on her side. The bond of trust we formed that afternoon was stronger than I had ever known. As the first sun waned and the lesser sun reached apogee, Ms Godzilla suddenly rose and, after a brief exchange of grunts, Godzilla bowed it's head and I climbed aboard. Slowly we headed back towards the village by the sea pausing occasionally to rest along the way. The entire group of women quickly assembled when we arrived, and although briefly intimidated by the appearance of a second dinosaur, she was warmly received and lie down amidst the gentle attention the women gave. The woman who had been with me earlier in the day, gently tended to the the reclining creature with several different vials of elixir, before gently applying fern leaves. When she finished her administration, she rose and turned to me.
“A suitable serpent has been captured, come with me,”
The two young girls eagerly grabbed my hands and led me past a tidal pool with a large black eel thrashing the water into foam and the first tendrils of fear gripped my gut. I was eased onto my back and my two little guides immediately began to fondle my genitals, while others straightened out my limbs and sat on them with their full weight. I took deep breaths and watched four of the fishermen, now fully wrapped in leaves like zombies, pull a six foot slimy mass of struggling flesh into the open air. It was whipping them to and fro savagely, and soon several others joined in to help them. Losing my nerve I struggled to free myself. Despite my struggles, the two young girls continued their gentle and effective stimulation as it gradually subdued my panic response with unmistakable arousal. A bit was forced between my teeth just as the soft supple hands were withdrawn and my penis was engulfed by a cold slimy sheath.
Suddenly, several pin pricks around the base of my cock sent jolts of lightning up my spine followed by a fiery inferno that rapidly spread through my torso like a wildfire. The inferno increased in intensity exponentially, whisking past my pain threshold like a runaway train. I screamed and struggled, my body breaking out into cold chills accompanied by an escalating fever. Through a fog of blinding pain, I saw my cock had doubled in size and had taken on a purplish hue, while my balls had swollen into hard softball sized glands stretching my scrotal sack so tightly in was almost transparent. The excruciating pain spread upwards and I voided the contents of my stomach, almost choking in the process. As my tortured awareness began to fade, an explosive eruption of bloody yogurt textured excretion spewed high into the air from the head of my cock. Blissful darkness overwhelmed me.
Sometime during the night, my awareness briefly returned and someone was spoon feeding me while another held a cold compress to my forehead; then darkness. As the first streams of morning light glittered across the open sea, I opened my eyes and realized my fever had broken. My groin felt like it was the welcome mat for the 3rd Reich entering Poland yet any feeling was far preferred over the alternative. Surrounding me was the entire village in various positions of repose while the tired eyes of the healing women studied my every inflection intently. Outside, my two dino friends peered through the gaps in the leaves apparently recovered from their romp through the lizard bitch lair. I mustered a brief smile and stretched my limbs as my sleeping companions began to stir.
With a breath a fr