to
have sex with them?”
“The decision is yours.”
What red-blooded man wouldn’t die happy after that kind of
offer? Distracted from the question he’d just asked himself, he studied the
young women. A couple were taller than Maia. One was overweight with amazing
breasts that stuck up and out as only breasts that hadn’t been attacked by
gravity for long can. There wasn’t a thing physically wrong with any of them,
and although they giggled and stared openly at him as if he were about to be
auctioned off, he figured he’d be able to carry on some kind of conversation with
them, if given time and inclination.
“Perhaps your first choice would be a girl with wide hips
made for childbearing and fun,” another of the old men offered. “Kina, let him
see.”
Without so much as a blush—at least he didn’t think she was
embarrassed, a girl with wavy hair and a small, upturned nose unceremoniously
hiked up her gown until it was around her waist. She stepped close and turned
in a slow circle, looking over her shoulder at him all the time. She was
smiling. No two ways about it, Kina had a richly rounded ass.
He felt nothing.
“You mated twice with Maia,” the second old man continued.
“Perhaps your seed-maker is worn out. We can bring you sweetbread and fruit,
and your strength will return.”
What was he to them, a breeding bull? Maybe so since,
like Maia, they called him Taurus. Strange, he didn’t remember falling down
a rabbit hole to the Land of Oz.
“Look,” he said, suddenly angry. “I don’t know what this is
about. I’m not sure I ever will. But I’m more than just a cock. I also have a
brain.” One that’s on overload right now.
“You took one virgin. You are not interested in another?”
Maia wasn’t just a virgin. She was—what?
“That’s not the way most men do things where I come from,”
he protested. “Usually—usually people have sex because they care about each
other, not because someone dangles a cherry in front of them.”
“Cherry?”
When was he going to learn to watch what he said around
Maia and her people? “Never mind. It’s just an expression.”
Because he didn’t want to offend the still-giggling girl-women,
he studied each of them in turn, nodding approval. Then he dismissed them. He
hadn’t intended to connect with Maia, but his gaze settled on her. Even with
that dagger around her waist, she reminded him of Tinkerbelle.
“Look,” he said. “I don’t know who or what you people think
I am. Hell, I don’t know who you are. But I’m not some stud you can put
in a pasture full of mares in heat.”
That garnered nods he took to be understanding. Heartened
because he was with people who understood livestock if nothing else, he
continued. “I don’t know if you know this, but some animals, like wolves, mate
for life. I’m not saying that’s what’s happened between Maia and me. We’ve just
met.” Met and fucked. “But I don’t sleep around.” Hoping to give
emphasis to his words, he covered her all-but-naked breast with his hand. She
didn’t try to remove it so he left it there.
“What do you want of me?” he demanded. “Why am I here?
And—and there’s something I need to make perfectly clear. I can’t stay. I
have…I have important things to do.”
The woman Maia called The Lady clasped her hands over her
breasts. “We are earth people. From the time of our first ancestors, we
understood that our existence depends on the sun. In spring, the sun is born
anew and provides the light and warmth the crops need to grow. During summer,
Sun is a mother who nourishes her children from her body, but at length she
grows weary and needs to rest. The plants and trees, even the animals know
that. They rest with her.”
Maia nodded in time with the others. Covering his hand, she
held it to her breast.
“But Mother Sun will not awaken from her sleep unless we,
her children, honor her as we have since the beginning of time,” The
have sex with them?”
“The decision is yours.”
What red-blooded man wouldn’t die happy after that kind of
offer? Distracted from the question he’d just asked himself, he studied the
young women. A couple were taller than Maia. One was overweight with amazing
breasts that stuck up and out as only breasts that hadn’t been attacked by
gravity for long can. There wasn’t a thing physically wrong with any of them,
and although they giggled and stared openly at him as if he were about to be
auctioned off, he figured he’d be able to carry on some kind of conversation with
them, if given time and inclination.
“Perhaps your first choice would be a girl with wide hips
made for childbearing and fun,” another of the old men offered. “Kina, let him
see.”
Without so much as a blush—at least he didn’t think she was
embarrassed, a girl with wavy hair and a small, upturned nose unceremoniously
hiked up her gown until it was around her waist. She stepped close and turned
in a slow circle, looking over her shoulder at him all the time. She was
smiling. No two ways about it, Kina had a richly rounded ass.
He felt nothing.
“You mated twice with Maia,” the second old man continued.
“Perhaps your seed-maker is worn out. We can bring you sweetbread and fruit,
and your strength will return.”
What was he to them, a breeding bull? Maybe so since,
like Maia, they called him Taurus. Strange, he didn’t remember falling down
a rabbit hole to the Land of Oz.
“Look,” he said, suddenly angry. “I don’t know what this is
about. I’m not sure I ever will. But I’m more than just a cock. I also have a
brain.” One that’s on overload right now.
“You took one virgin. You are not interested in another?”
Maia wasn’t just a virgin. She was—what?
“That’s not the way most men do things where I come from,”
he protested. “Usually—usually people have sex because they care about each
other, not because someone dangles a cherry in front of them.”
“Cherry?”
When was he going to learn to watch what he said around
Maia and her people? “Never mind. It’s just an expression.”
Because he didn’t want to offend the still-giggling girl-women,
he studied each of them in turn, nodding approval. Then he dismissed them. He
hadn’t intended to connect with Maia, but his gaze settled on her. Even with
that dagger around her waist, she reminded him of Tinkerbelle.
“Look,” he said. “I don’t know who or what you people think
I am. Hell, I don’t know who you are. But I’m not some stud you can put
in a pasture full of mares in heat.”
That garnered nods he took to be understanding. Heartened
because he was with people who understood livestock if nothing else, he
continued. “I don’t know if you know this, but some animals, like wolves, mate
for life. I’m not saying that’s what’s happened between Maia and me. We’ve just
met.” Met and fucked. “But I don’t sleep around.” Hoping to give
emphasis to his words, he covered her all-but-naked breast with his hand. She
didn’t try to remove it so he left it there.
“What do you want of me?” he demanded. “Why am I here?
And—and there’s something I need to make perfectly clear. I can’t stay. I
have…I have important things to do.”
The woman Maia called The Lady clasped her hands over her
breasts. “We are earth people. From the time of our first ancestors, we
understood that our existence depends on the sun. In spring, the sun is born
anew and provides the light and warmth the crops need to grow. During summer,
Sun is a mother who nourishes her children from her body, but at length she
grows weary and needs to rest. The plants and trees, even the animals know
that. They rest with her.”
Maia nodded in time with the others. Covering his hand, she
held it to her breast.
“But Mother Sun will not awaken from her sleep unless we,
her children, honor her as we have since the beginning of time,” The
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