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Time Traveller


Time was his home. Home was his time. To enjoy, to know, to experience everything that
ever was and ever will be. Centuries past and future were his present always, for there was
never a past or future for him. He was the time-traveller, experiencing, intervening in,
guiding the present of millions as he became a part of their moments of now. Age knew him
not, for he knew not age or its heritage, its inheritance belonging to others, but never to him.
Never to him. The loneliness of forever moments of now knew him not, for he was never
lonely, never alone unless he chose to be, content in his future always arriving at his feet in
the ever-present moments of now.

Boredom knew him not, for he was never bored. With the chosen entertainment of
any century that had been, any century that was to be, his enjoyment never waned, never
tired, never rested. And of his origin century he knew not, for he was no longer a part of his
birthplace. His home was the ever-present, always existing stars of mankind. In them and
through them he travelled always, seeking, searching, experiencing, living, loving, knowing,
learning all and sundry that was to be known, that existed for his pleasure, for his purpose.
The infinity of time immemorial was open to him always, for through and within that eternal
portal did he make and leave his mark often. And when he was done he was gone. None
knew he had ever left, but all knew he had been. For they and their lives had been touched
forever more by, the time-traveller.

Mankind was small in number by comparison to other centuries, living in groups in
caves in the mountains or by the sea in small clans. Food was always scarce, danger was
always near and threatening, loved ones died often in many painful ways, sometimes through
sickness, sometimes through not enough food in the case of the very young or the very old,
sometimes by the large animals they, too, would feast upon when the opportunity presented
itself. And sometimes they died at any age by the hands of those who would come amongst
their midst while they slept or were not watchful enough. They would fight and they would
kill some of the invaders, and some of them would always die. It was a savage century, a
brutal time in the history of man, a primitive, primeval place of darkness between men and
women. He chose this time to grace his presence, and into this time did his presence go forth
in earnest once again to those who lived within it, to see what this time could offer him by
way of learning, by way of entertainment, by way of loving, by way pf his divine purpose.

* *

Marla hid trembling in terror as the large prehistoric beast passed by quickly, the
ground thundering with each giant step forward the creature took. The ground upon which
she stood shook and moved frighteningly. The noise was deafening. She pressed herself flat
against the large boulder, recalling only that she was supposed to do that. Marla had become
separated from the foragers as they gathered the day's fruits and fodder. They would think
she was dead, the others of her tribe, and simply go on as if she had never existed. Her eyes
misted painfully. Gathering flowers in the wild had always been exciting and fun, so
beautiful, so many colours; when placed in her long, matted golden locks she would gaze for
hours at her reflection in the pools of water or in the river when they washed their bodies.
She became lost in thoughts of her sure and certain end, crunched in the jaws of the beast or
trodden on beneath its thundering legs.

Gradually she became aware of the silence. Marla felt her awareness dragged slowly
back to the rock she faced, pressed tightly against, her chest and thighs attempting to merge
with the density of sheer granite eventually relaxing and moving back to see of the beast, but
it was gone; of it there was not one single sign. She breathed deeply, thinking nothing of the
threat to her existence now, now that it had passed. Her thoughts quickly returned to normal.
She had to find the others. She turned and ran at full speed in the direction of her tribe's cave,
only one thought foremost in her mind - to get home, as fast as her legs could carry her.
* *
He had watched her plight, and had then watched her run. His thoughts took him to head her
off, to meet her when she could not see around the next corner, the next tree, the next fork in
the scattered leaf track through the dense forest. Then he was there, waiting.

Marla raced through the dense underbrush, thin leaves whipping her face and arms as
she tore through them, her terror now a thing of the past. She just wanted to get home as fast
as her powerful thighs could take her fleetingly across the carpeted leafy forest floor. She
rounded a bend, past tall trees that drank of the sky itself, her ankles pumping up and down,
springing her forward at a very fast pace, propelling her onwards towards the safety of her
cave and the men-protectors of her tribe. She did not have a man yet, being not twenty sets of
seasons old, but soon she would. Soon would come the choosing. Then, she, too, would be
protected by her own man, with he who had looked on her often as she had bathed her body
in the river or the pools when he believed she had not seen. He, the tall one with the fire in
his eyes for her. Yes. She had seen him, many times, watching, always watching.

Marla would never know what happened next. One minute she had been racing as fast as
her legs could carry her, the next instant she hit the ground, flat on her back with a thud that
knocked the living breath from her body. She lay there in extreme and excruciating pain,
gasping for air, stunned and confused, her eyes glazed, her mind dazed and numb.

Then she saw him and her eyes cleared, focussing instantly, widening like the pools at
the river's edge. She tried to scream, but could not draw breath for she had none within her
body upon which to draw. Her lungs burned, aching for cool air while he stood looking down
at her, eyes cold and cruel, a tall man of muscular frame. Strange furs of darkened colour, his
shape and form easily seen as her terrified gaze swept quickly up and down his height. Her
pulse raced and pounded in her temples as the air returned slowly to her body its full
alertness. Her heart hammered inside her ribs.

Marla tried to move, but could not, held fast to the ground by some invisible force,
trapping her there before him, at his mercy, vulnerable. She prepared to meet her ancestors
for he surely was the most feared invader she had ever seen. She would not survive to gather
any more flowers. The tears formed quickly and streamed from her eyes, running down her
cheeks, washing swathes through the dirt and dust on her face to leave whitened trails of
their historic journey from the lids of her eyes.

He moved over to where she lay ambushed within the strength of his mental hypnotic gaze
and knelt beside her trembling form, knowing she could not move or run, yet was fully alert
in every way. He knelt beside her, staring down into her terrified eyes and face; could see her
chest heaving in terror as her mouth opened and closed trying to scream, yet could not. He
laid his arm about her neck and kissed her full on her open mouth with a passionate
tongue-kiss, while she stared open-eyed at him the whole time. Then he stood and stripped
off his clothes while she watched, still wide-eyed. Then he removed the thick animal fur
from her paralysed body and stood gazing down at her and the furry nest of blonde wisp
matting her open thighs.

With a sense of stirring in his groin he was aware of her soft flesh, her smooth skin,
pale of colour except for the dirt around her feet and ankles. He had not been sure of the
formation of mankind in this time, but now he relaxed, inside and out. He reached down once
again, and, with his strong arms, lifted and carried the terrorised young woman, her body
quivering, into the forest and away from the beaten track where he laid her gently
down onto a thick soft bed of forest floor.

He looked at her and he saw. She was an exceedingly little woman, perfectly
apportioned, like a little doll, with a tawney surface that cast a natural essence unblended
with the choice fragrance and greases of centuries to come. An active musk of the forest
arose from her damp brush and from her armpits. There was something supremely native
about this woman, and he had grown bored of late with the women who bestowed upon their
own bodies. He was strangely affected by her and he moved against her.

Marla lay frozen against her will, trapped and terrorised beyond words she could ever
have formed in her primitive brain. She swallowed, trying to control her breathing. Her heavy
hair was hot against the back of her neck and shoulders. Her buttocks clenched and
unclenched in fear and her bladder had emptied quickly. Her nipples extended, engorged and
hardened, as did that precious core between her thighs that she played with when alone at
night or in the safety of the forest, away from prying eyes. It pulsed and throbbed between the
folded lips of the now-trembling junction of her creamy thighs.

He pressed her against the forest floor, cupping her breast, kissing her mouth, sucking
her nipples painfully, rousingly, torching her lower belly and loins in a way she had never
experienced before in her life. Her mind and senses screamed in confusion, acting
independently of her conscious thoughts while her body took on a mind all of its own, far
beyond her control as she responded unconsciously, frightened beyond belief.

This young woman seemed to be like an angelic animal, struggling and strongly silent
from the jaws of death, as if quite used to being in such a crisis. There was a pattern to the
cringing and shaking of her skin when he fell upon her in his lust of the moment, feeling
instantly with modest penetration only there was no assessed way in which she trembled her
hips against his thighs, clasped tightly in the hollow of her saddle. Just a few kisses on her
exceedingly small mouth, coupled with a small measure of finger-play were enough to arouse
a series of erratic seizures radiating from her pulsating internal mystery, creasing her body
with desires that are commonly the consequence of a male's burning expulsion.

One after another, in quick continuance, a number of animalistic exclamations
exploded from her lips as the surges of delirium breached and bubbled along her flesh. She
was so defenceless and carnal to his very least movements that he was greatly flattered and
affected. He even felt afraid to hilt her with his colossal sword, as if dreading he might kill
her with it, and so for a time, withdrew from between her milky liquid thighs.

For a good while he was content to enjoy her clasping and scraping at his skin, simply
as a result of letting his fingertips tickle the perimeter of the delicate starfish between her
buttocks. He strengthened his thoughts. Then it was she, easing below his knee, smearing his
leg with her dewy sap, bending round and lowering her head to his considerable appendage.

Marla sucked the soft pulpy tip of it, so large that her cherry lips could hardly fit over,
while he parted her firm bottom with his palms and let his fingers play, both with her starfish
as well as the fluttering drizzling thread beneath it. Then he prised her legs wide apart, and,
forcing them back so that her saddle was fully assailable he cradled his chest against her
soft legs. Her heart pounded and her pulsed throbbed throughout her body as its stretching
began in earnest.

He saw the fur grew thinly about the unwrinkled slit of her moist purse, and, as he
lifted himself into position he snatched a cutting glance at the two firm mounds folding
firmly inwards against each other. As she placed her tiny hands on his buttocks he reached
down with one hand, and, parting the swelling mounds with two fingers, introduced the head
of his enormous member into the tight opening, as close and as small as her lips.

She was a maiden. He smiled with previous knowing. Nature had awarded her with
such a cramped wrapper it actually hurt him as his broad organ fathomed it. He moved it to
the right and to the left, swallowing the pain deeply into his own throat as he plunged and
reared, causing her body to thrash with each stroke. He stretched the sheath which clung to
his shaft as firmly as his own skin while she threw her legs about his waist, giving short,
rasping animalistic cries, undisguised by any complexity. Her narrow case clasped and
sucked on his organ. Like a water-pump it drew the burning fluid from his firm testicles up
the fibrous drains of his organ, swelling hard along the lower surfaces of her velvet burrow.
Then at last the frosty fluid spilled in forceful jets, swelling her fleshy thimble that ended her
pulsing, quivering canal, each gush causing a piercing howl from her lips and the sinking of
her teeth deep into his muscular chest.

After resting for only seconds he wasted no more preliminaries and sprang himself
inside her hot wet slit wildly, losing her grip in the process. Savagely he spread her legs,
throwing them open like an animal about to be feasted upon by its predator. He forced her
thighs back so that her protruding orifice was pressed against his chest, streaking it with her
woman's wetness. As she locked her hands about his neck unconsciously and unknowingly
the fear shined brilliantly in her wide round eyes.

Trying to escape the terrors and fears Marla bucked and heaved beneath him, but to
no avail. He jerked upwards, tore her centre open roughly with his hands and thrust his organ
deep into her meaty moistness again and again and again. He hammered against her loins, her
cradle, wild grunts burst forth from her foaming lips as the animal victory cries of the
conqueror erupted from his own.

Marla sank her teeth deep into his shoulder as she was lashed with such brutality and
lust, the like of which she had never experienced nor imagined could possibly be. She gouged
his back with her claws, drawing blood in her own heat and rising passion and raw animal
lust. When his hands clawed at her breasts, drawing blood from her torn nipples
she lowered her fingers from his sliced shoulders in defeat.

They rocked and tossed amongst the leafy forest floor so violently the ground seemed
to move beneath her twisting and rolling buttocks. The earth shuddered beneath his violence
and her own now unsolicited and tumultuous responses until at last the searing liquid of his
violence again surged up the plunging stem hilting inside her heaving and bucking junction,
bursting from the swollen head, spattering her insides with a million tiny beads of fire and
brimstone, sending her into death-like convulsions within her own deafening screams.
* * *
Many, many times, and in many, many ways throughout that long afternoon did he enjoy and
empty of himself deeply inside her tight confines, flooding her until she seeped copiously
with the frosty white nectar of his unborn. Her own passion had been unleashed as many
times at the peak of her wild cries of rapture from enforced sheer raw lust. Her strength of
her passing peaks and moments astonished him greatly, and with the spending of his passion
for mankind's future time and time again did he draw from her deepest loins the milk and
nectar of her own unknown motherhood in repeated and relentless never-before-experienced
lust and unbridled passion.

Over and over did she scream and shriek her joy, her pain, and her hitherto unknown
ecstasy until she finally moaned the loss of her life's fading energy, drinking him finally and
lastly with her centre, draining him dry, extracting from him fully and completely his last
drop of wine. He sensed it when it came and he knew and made ready one last time,
exploding and emptying, filling her channel to overflowing once again, until finally he lay
breathless over her, blanketing her shimmering breasts and neck with appreciative burning
kisses.

Marla lay quiet beneath him in their aftermath in wide-eyed wonder at this sensual
giant who had enlarged her pleasure to its utmost. He parted from her slowly and fully as
she moaned his leaving of her still-tight chamber as night was falling. And then he was
gone from her as quickly as he had come, leaving her lying alive, but lifeless on the soft
carpet of leaves, her legs spread wide, her apex seeping of its blended mix of honey-dewed
nectar and ageless wine, star-eagled, her eyes wide and staring at the soft approach of the
coming night sky through the leafy breaks in the forest-green roof.

He knew her mind was closed in perfect contentment, but only for the moment. Her
breasts shimmered in the glistening sweat of that which had taken her mind, body and senses
by storm. He had simply gone, having intervened yet again, as was his right and decreed
destiny to hopefully leave his mark on the future breeding quality, stock, and intelligence of
mankind and their generations unending to come, enlivening the mental and physical spark
that would bring them eventually from the caves, or at least, help them to survive while still
living in them. It was time once again to move on, to another time, another century, and to
another woman's warm and waiting nest - to yet another mother of mankind's future unborn
children.

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