I said, “Thank you. I’ll do my best for her. Can I ask you something?”
She smiled and said, “OK.”
I asked, “Who are you?”
She looked surprised and said, “I, um, I am…what?”
I said, “Who are you? Are you Lark? Are you teasing me by acting like a different person? I’ll let you be this way, if it’s what you need, but are you a different person? Or part of Lark? Or a persona of Lark for when Lark needs to pretend not to be herself? Or something else?”
She looked even more confused as she considered her answer. After a pause for thought, and several violent shudders, she said, “She is not speaking. She is Lark, Lark is her, but not the talk that is talking. We are you and Lark and Viola and Raven but not a who. Master, we are you and she is we.”
I said, “I can see that this is hard to think about. Don’t be afraid. I won’t ask you again. When we first met, you said that you were free and that you were going away, I didn’t expect to talk to you again.”
She said, “When we talk, it’s the first time. When we talked before, it was our last time. We will come for the first time when we can talk to you and then go away and it will be the last time.”
I said, “Then I will call you ‘We’. The first time, you kissed me before you left.”
‘We’ turned to me and kissed me hard and deep and her eyes fluttered and Lark said, “Do you understand? That I am truly yours, but that it’s not me, because we are one?”
Lark was herself again. I didn’t fully understand what had happened, but I had some ideas. Lark’s ‘We’ was separate, but had no individual identity. It was the composite of something mystical and I couldn’t look to closely at it. She said that Lark was not her, but that she was Lark and the rest of us combined. She said that every time that she appeared that it was the first and last time for her. I had to simply accept it.
‘We’ had also told me, on our first encounter, that Lark liked surprises…and the more surprising the better.
Chapter 4 Surprising Lark
Lark was still facing me, in my arms, and I slid my right hand down to her crotch and rubbed my middle finger down the length of her slit. Lark closed her eyes and drew in a breath and parted her legs slightly to give me easier access. She was already starting to moisten, probably from talking and thinking about sex and the things that she would like us to do. I rubbed up and down for a few strokes and, when she was wet enough, I pushed my two middle fingers boldly up inside her vagina. I went straight for her G-Spot. I pulled her body against me and said authoritatively, “Come for me. Now!” And she did. She shuddered and spasmed in orgasm, squeezing my fingers hard. When her climax was over, I probed her hard again, and just when I sensed that she was about to come again, I said, “Again!” and rubbed hard at the spot.
Lark was gushing wet and I felt my palm filling with her juices. I removed my hand, and turned so that Lark was on my right side. I put her left arm around my waist and took hold of it with my left hand, pulling her close against my side. I started us walking, Lark somewhat unsteadily and obviously longing for my attentions to continue.
After the first step, I slid my right hand, still slick and wet with Lark’s own lubrication, down her back and into the crack of her pretty rear. I quickly rubbed the slick fingers between her cheeks and across her anus, concentrating on the tiny button there. I kept us walking forward, as best Lark could, but she was moaning loudly and pressing herself against my fingers as best she could.
I said, “Keep walking, we have a long way to go still.”
She did her best, moaning, “Oh, oh Joshua, on yeah, oh oh oh, oh that feels nice, can’t we stop for a minute? Oh, yes! That’s good.”
As soon as she got into something of a rhythm, walking somewhat smoothly, I quickened our pace just a little, but I kept stroking her. After a few more steps, she was clearly on the edge of orgasm again, and at just the instant before it hit her, I suddenly pressed my middle finger against the little opening and shoved hard, entering her in a single movement. I had the first two knuckles of my well lubricated finger in Lark’s ass and she threw her head forward and screamed as she doubled over, pushing back again me as hard as she could.
Using the arm that she had around my waist, I stood her back up and started walking again, leaving my finger where it was.
I said, “Keep walking, we have a long way to go.”
She walked awkwardly beside me and was having trouble breathing.
She said, “But Master, please! Oh, I, but…”
I said, “We have to keep going. Do you want me to let go of you?”
She cried, “No! Please, no! Never! Please no!”
I said, “Then we have to keep walking. You can have as many orgasms as you like, but we have to keep going. I want to fuck at the cove, and I don’t want to wait. Either we walk like this, or I take my finger out.”
She orgasmed again as we took a few more steps and then she yelled, “Fuck me now! Fuck me here!”
I said, “I am. But my cock waits until we get to the cove. I am going to keep fucking your ass with my finger until you are laying in the grass at the cove. The faster you walk, the sooner we get there.”
Lark moaned and tried to walk faster, my finger wiggling inside her with every step.
Her alter ego had told me that Lark would enjoy something like this, when she first told me about Lark wanting to be surprised. She had said that Lark was very sexually sensitive at her anus and that she would like having me play with her there.
In reality, we weren’t that far from the cove that we called New Springs Breast, but Lark had never been this far into the woods and she didn’t know it. As we walked around a bend in the path, I said, “I can’t wait anymore!”
I turned Lark to face me, leaving my finger where it was, and pulled her up around my waist with my left hand. Lark locked her legs around me and began searching for my penis, trying to aim it at her overeager pussy. Each time she came close to achieving her goal, I bounced my step, or pressed my finger deeper, making her lose her target.
Seconds later, I was at the edge of the water, standing on the grass at its edge. I spun around so that Lark’s back was to the grass and I lay her down and lay myself down on top of her. Her legs stayed around my waist and I didn’t remove my finger until her bottom was about to hit the ground. As soon as she was on her back, I lined up quickly and shot my shaft into her tunnel. It was one motion; Lark’s back hitting the grass and my pubic bone hitting her clitoris.
I pushed hard against her groin, but then immediately began a furious thrusting. I took long, but very fast strokes, bottoming out against her cervix on the inside and her fleshy mound on the outside. Lark had her arms around my neck, but I soon pried them off and held them over her head, pressing her wrists down on the grass.
Lark was climaxing continuously and made no effort to muffle or contain her cries of ecstasy. I don’t think that she was capable of it at this point. Her eyes were rolled back in her head, her chest thrust into the air as she arched her back with each explosive orgasm. Eventually, she got to where she could no longer move and simply lay on her back on the grass, shuddering in sexual spasm.
I stopped my thrusting at this point, bending my face to her chest and began to suckle at her tits, bringing her orgasm to her breasts while I lay still, planted firmly inside her tight young folds.
I wanted Lark to recover; I wasn’t done. I rolled off of her and lay beside her, giving her no physical stimulation, for between five and ten minutes.
When she seemed somewhat calm, I said, “Can you sit up?’
She opened her eyes and said, still breathing a bit hard, and said, “I think so. Um, Master, I may not be able to walk though.”
I said, “I don’t want you to walk. Get up and sit on top of me, facing my feet.”
Lark was unsteady, but she managed to straddle me. She was on all fours, facing my feet, and I enjoyed a nice view between her legs. Her pussy was still wet and the l
ips were engorged and open. I reach down and held my stiff penis in position while I guided Lark’s hips down on top of it. I entered her vagina easily and Lark moaned in appreciation. She had her hands on the ground in front of her and she immediately took up a rocking motion, impaling herself repeatedly on my shaft. I rested on my back for a while, letting Lark do what felt good to her. She went on like this for quite a while, but after some time, I began to feel like I couldn’t prolong my erection much longer without having my own orgasm, and I wanted it soon!
I said, “Lark, turn over, face down in the grass. Here beside me. Hurry!”
Lark hesitated, but rolled over and lay down beside me. I got behind her and grabbed her hips and pulled upward, positioning her with her chest on the ground, her ass in the air, and her legs spread wide. I rushed forward and shoved myself to the bone again between her legs.
I moaned and yelled, “Lark, why aren’t you pregnant with my child yet?”
Lark screamed in reply, “Master, because you have not asked me! Do you want me to have your child?”
I said, “I do! I want you filled with my offspring, our children! Give me a fine son or a daughter as beautiful as her mother!”
Lark screamed in orgasm, “I will my prince! I swear I will,” and then I screamed and orgasmed as well, flooding Lark’s perfect body with my seed.
I knew that she wouldn’t get pregnant right now, the sub-dermal contraceptive prevented it, but I would have Clarice deactivate it if Lark really did want a child soon.
I held Lark’s hips and pumped my semen into her from behind, both of us having a prolonged orgasmic climax. When it was over, I turned Lark onto her back again. Lying down beside her, I pulled her onto my side with her head on my shoulder and we rested quietly, letting ourselves catch our breath.
After a few moments, Lark said quietly, “Tonight, when we go to bed, it will be my turn.”
I gasped. I was already feeling insecure about the way that I had treated her, telling her what to do, pressing my finger into her anus, and holding her down, and now she was confirming that it hadn’t been what she wanted, but that she perceived it as what I wanted. What a mistake I’d made!
I said quickly, “Oh Lark! I’m so sorry! Please forgive me!”
She raised her head and looked at my face and asked, “Forgive you for what?”
I answered, “For treating you like that. I’m so sorry. I thought that it would be fun for you…and I just did it…and I’m so sorry…”
Lark smiled and kissed me on the lips and said, “Sweetie, it was wonderful. I loved every minute of it. It was so surprising and I didn’t know what you were going to do or what would happen next. It was thrilling because I knew that whatever happened, you were doing it because you thought that I would like it and that there was nothing to be afraid of, no matter what happened. Joshua, I had so many orgasms that there was no way to count them. It was fantastic and you did all the things that I could never ask for. Everything felt loving and tender, even the way that you made me give in to you by holding me down. I want so badly to call you ‘Master’ right now, but I think that you’d feel bad if I do. But,…well never mind about that right now, I can tell you all about it sometime when we aren’t as insecure about what just happened. But listen, you did all of that for me. I like it when you take charge. My gosh, when you had your finger in my rear and made me keep walking…it was amazing. It was a game, and we were just playing, but it was a really fun game anyway. But, tonight it will be my turn. Tonight, I will do all the things that you want, not me. Tonight, I’ll be your perfect lover, the way that you were mine today. Of course, I don’t always want it like that, but sometimes, oh yeah!”
I said, “So, you did enjoy it?”
She smiled again and said, “Oh, did I ever. How did you know what to do? You know, we…the Nogud, never considered what we wanted. Well, maybe we dreamed of small things, but nothing that would change our lives and certainly nothing about sex. But, thinking about how to please you is easy and fun. Tonight, after you spend time with Raven, then it’s my turn to take care of you. You really are worried about what we just did, aren’t you?”
I said, “Well, yeah. I just did what I wanted and what I hoped you wanted, but I didn’t take time to ask you or give you a choice. I feel like I took advantage of you or something and I don’t ever want to force you to do anything. And, what I said about getting you pregnant …”
Lark laughed again and said, “That was so hot! I mean, fucking is emotional too, so when you told me to have your baby, it was overwhelming. And it made me focus on the feelings of your cock shooting your semen into me. Why would you be afraid about that? I love you. And it was perfect for me at that moment. I know that your every thought was to excite me and give me a good time. I even know that saying that I should be pregnant was part of the game and that we have to talk about it more calmly before we decide that together. But it was so over the top exciting to me that I lost my mind. Having you behind me like that, buried in my pussy and filling me with baby-making life was too wonderful. And…well, everything. It was all wonderful. You know that I’m weird, right?”
I wasn’t exactly sure what she meant, but yes, Lark was a bit odd in several respects.
She continued, “Master, let me call you Master right now because you are my master. I’m your mate and you’re my master. Master, you know that I’m strange. I know that you do. I understand and know things that I don’t know how I know. You know that about me. And you know that I seem to be more than one person in the same body. I know that too. And I know that you love me and you even love the other me just as much. I know that you love me more in some ways than the other girls and you love them in special ways as well. But, even if I’m like more than one person, aren’t we all? I’m this me right now, and sometimes I’m the me that you talk to about me. You called that part of me ‘We’.”
I said, “So you know about her…I mean that part of you?”
Lark was laying on my shoulder again and said, “She’s part of me. A mystical part and I’m so happy that she’s not hidden from you. She talks to you because we love and trust you. Um, I can kind of hear what she says to you. In fact, she kind of has to ask me before she says it. So, really it is me saying it, but it’s like she’s able to tell you things that we know but that I don’t know or understand. Sometimes she might tell you secrets that even I don’t know and she doesn’t tell me what it was. When she is talking, I’m taking a nap. Well, it’s like a nap.” Lark suddenly shifted against me and said, “Am I talking different? I sound different.”
Now that she mentioned it, she did seem to be using a much more relaxed speech pattern than I was used to with the girls and the people of the village. I hadn’t noticed at first because I was used to talking to Clarice and the nymphs in the same casual manner.
I said, “You do sound more relaxed or something all of a sudden.”
Lark lay back on my shoulder and said, “It’s because of Clarice and the nymphs. I’ve heard them talk to you like this. Now that we’re in Goldenwood, I feel different. More like Clarice. And, because of the other thing that happened.”
I asked, “What other thing? What happened?”
Lark threw herself across my body and sat up straddling my hips with her hands on each side of my face.
She asked, “What happened? Don’t you remember? You fucked my brains out! You made me walk down the path naked with your finger fucking my ass and making me come over and over with every step. Then you threw me down on the grass and filled me with your cock until I passed out. But you didn’t even give a poor slave girl a rest before you shoved it in me again and told me that I get to have babies with you. And yes, I said slave girl, and I meant it. I am your mate and your wife and your lover and your pretty little slave girl and your fuck-able playmate. Anytime, anywhere, forward backward and upside down. Listen, do something for me. I want you to promise, again! You already promised, but you must have forgotten. Promise me. Promise me that
you will never hesitate, hold back, feel bad, second guess, or deprive yourself or me. Promise me.”
She paused and stared at me until I said, “I promise…but…”
She stopped me and demanded, “No! No buts. The only butt is your hands on my butt. Promise me. Say it.”
I said, “I promise.”
She prompted me, “You promise what?”
I said, “I promise to make love to you whenever we want and to not feel like I took advantage of you.”
Lark looked exasperated and said, “Not good enough. Try again.”
I said, “I don’t know what you mean.”
Lark said, “Try again. I want you to promise all the things that I said that I want from you. I’m going to take good care of you tonight, but not until after you promise me what I want. And I already told you what I want. Promise me. Really promise me.”
I looked a bit confused at Lark, but she just sat on my groin and stared into my eyes and waited.
I said, “If I could talk to ‘We’ again, she would tell me.”
Lark smiled and said, “Nope. We have an agreement. We told you the answer, and you have to promise what we want and we already told you what that is. Here, let me make it a game. You can’t touch my boobs until you figure it out and promise me something that I want. Promise me something and you get to touch my boobs. Get them all right and I’ll suck your cock. It’s up to you.”
I thought, I’m confused. But, she does have nice boobs and they are right there, and she is wiggling on my crotch, and it would be nice to have her suck on me. She has been wanting to practice her deep throating skills and it would be fun. But what does she want from me? She says that she liked it when I was in charge. So, what was she telling me that she wanted from me? She said never hesitate or hold back or second guess and to go for it anytime anywhere.
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