by Rachel Burns
It had been awful to wake up alone and not know where she was. I had gotten dressed and packed a bag as fast as lightning.
I took the horse and off we went to find her. Luckily, she hadn’t gotten far. I followed her to see what she would do. I saw a wolf in the woods following her. He’d wanted to attack her, but I’d found her in time.
Britney was terribly naive. I loved her for it, but it meant that I needed to be on my toes. She wasn’t the sort that I could leave alone for long. She needed guidance.
I stood her on her feet and took a moment to look at her. She was a very beautiful child. Her features were so fine and adorable in spite of her running nose and watery eyes.
I smiled at her, but she didn’t smile back. I’d forgiven her, but she wasn’t ready to forgive me. She didn’t understand about punishments. I noticed that she was only standing on one foot protecting the other one.
I lifted her up so she was sitting on the countertop.
She gave out a loud howl as her weight pushed down on her punished backside.
“Hush up. I need to look at your foot,” I scolded her as I rolled down her socks. They stuck to her feet at the heels, and I had to peel them away.
Britney sobbed sadly into her hands.
I was mad at myself for saying that she couldn’t complain about her feet. It amazed me that she had been able to make it home on such blistered feet. Her shoes must have been a size too small. That was my fault. I’d picked them out, thinking that they would look nice on her.
“Stay where you are,” I warned her before I turned to the tub to let water into it.
“I can’t.” I saw her slide off the counter and land on her feet. From there, she fell to her knees.
I picked her up and lifted her back to the countertop. “You have to. I need to get you undressed and washed. I can’t do that when you’re on the floor.”
“I wish today never happened,” she whined, wrecked with pain.
“I know, darling. I’m sure it will never happen again.” I opened up the buttons on the front of her dress. My heart picked up its pace when I saw the lace framing her breasts. I could see her nipples through the soft white cotton fabric of her undershirt.
Britney had a beautiful body. She was soft like a woman should be and firm. If it wouldn’t be completely and morally wrong, I’d take her to the Ash tree and let her have a sip of the water. I wouldn’t mind keeping her for the rest of my eternity.
Ma and Pa had each other too. I figured that it made it easier for both of them.
But like I said, it was morally wrong. I wouldn’t wish this life on anyone. Britney was mine for the next few decades, and then I’d be alone again. With time, something I had an abundance of, I’d fall in love again. I’d bring my bride here, and the circle of my life would feel like it was turning again even though it wasn’t.
I was stuck in here and now. I’d be forever seventeen. In truth, I was an old man trapped in a young man’s body. I was ready to leave this world and go on to whatever came after life, but my body wouldn’t let me go.
I couldn’t do that to my Britney. She deserved better. I’d see to it that she had a happy simple life. Those were the best kind.
I took off her dress and her undergarments. She was on her feet again. The one leg was bent up like it had been while I punished her. I’d thought that it had looked fetching. Now I knew that she was only trying to protect her foot. I lifted her into my arms.
She was being unusually quiet. Her eyes were locked on mine. I had to wonder if she was thinking the same thing that I was. Did she need me?
I lifted her naked body into my arms and laid her in the water.
The gasp she made when her sore bottom met the warm water in the tub was too loud to ignore. Her hands grabbed onto the sides of the tub. She wanted to pull herself out again.
“No, no, darling. You need to soak your feet, and you can’t sit on a chair to soak them in a tub. This is the compromise.”
She rolled to her side so I couldn’t see her face and cried. My little girl was having the worst day of her life. I felt sorry for her. I’d be glad when today was over too.
I washed her as gently as I could, not wanting to add to her suffering. She didn’t look at me, but she let me do what needed to be done.
I reached around her and washed under her arm and her breasts. She didn’t protect herself by going stiff. Instead, she was relaxed with me. She was used to me. When I reached between her legs to clean her there, the cloth glistered after I’d wiped her.
“Do you need me?” I asked her. I realized that she wouldn’t admit it if she did. She might not even understand that she needed me.
She looked over her shoulder at me, and it was clear that she had understood me completely. There was lust in her eyes, but that lust didn’t spread downwards to her tongue. She stared at me not able to say what she needed.
“I’ll take care of you,” I promised her. I reached between her legs and stroked over her peaked bud. I knew if I stroked it right, the bud would open up for me and invite me in. I needed her more than she needed me. We’d only been together once, but it had been amazing.
Britney gasped and moaned. Maybe, she did need this more than I did. After the day she had, it was probably the best way to get her to fall asleep.
I massaged her some more, and then I finished cleaning her. Her feet were in a terrible state. They’d take a couple of weeks to heal up properly.
I lifted her wet body out of the tub and carried her to her bed. I laid her on her side and opened up her legs. I had a perfect view of that part of her body that was made to be shared with me.
“Leave your leg where it is. I’ll hurry,” I promised her.
In a flash, I removed my clothes and joined her on the bed. I straddled her lower leg between mine and entered her, making her call out and reach for me.
She took hold of her leg and pulled it further back, showing me that she wanted me. I thrust hard and slow, making her whimper as I teased her.
With my fingers, I rubbed over her bud as I thrust into her. She had tears in her eyes, but this time it was for another reason. She needed me desperately. It was clear that she needed to know that I still loved her in spite of everything she pulled today.
“I love you, Britney,” I told her, looking deeply into her eyes as I moved slowly in and out of her.
“Do you mean that?” she asked, completely surprised.
“Yes, I’d have dropped everything and chased you to the ends of the Earth to get you back.”
“Really?” Her forehead wrinkled up in confusion.
“Britney, you’re my wife. I need you by my side to be happy. I hope you’ll feel the same way about me soon.”
She nodded at me. At the moment, she would do anything to make sure I didn’t stop. It amazed me that two people born so many hundreds of years apart could fit together so perfectly. This felt so good that it had to be destiny.
Once again, I wished that I could keep her. If I let her drink from the spring, she would stay this way forever. It was so tempting. But having babies and getting older was a privilege that I couldn’t take away from her. I would prove my love by letting her live a long and happy life, filled with love.
Britney reached for me with her free hand. She cupped my face in her hand. She didn’t say anything, but I could read in her eyes what she was too shy to say. I read that she was sorry, and that I didn’t need to worry about her leaving me again.
The best time of my life was about to begin.
“Oh,” she moaned out.
“That’s right, Britney. Enjoy this.”
She was getting louder by the second, letting me know that I was hitting her exactly right. I kept the pace, not gaining speed as my body told me to do. I slowly tightened my hind cheeks and pushed forward into her. When I was inside of her as deep as possible, I paused.
Tears were running down the side of her face. “Please, don’t stop,” she begged.
“I won’t
. We’re going to make love forever.”
She nodded at me, showing her agreement.
A moment later, I felt her fingers tensing up. She was trying not to scratch my face. I knew that women needed something to hold onto when they came, so I took hold of her hand and held it in mine. My other hand was still covering her bud. My pointer finger was circling it and getting rougher with her, knowing that the sensitive bud could take it at this level of her excitement.
Her head went back, and her chin lifted up so it was pointing at the ceiling. She was coming.
I filled her with my seed, hoping that I could give her a child with this act of love.
Her body took hold of my penis tightly. Her orgasm was dancing along my penis getting every last drop out of me.
I closed my eyes and let her body take what it needed from me. This was the most powerful orgasm I’d ever had. I couldn’t believe how much seed I was giving her. This had to be the time that would give her a baby, our first child of many.
“I love you,” she sighed as she started to relax.
“I love you too, Britney.”
Her eyes were already closing. She wanted to sleep. One hand was shoved under her pillow, and she rolled to her side more completely, snugging the leg she had held up high during sex under her other leg.
I eased out of her and backed off the bed.
She made a noise, letting me know that she’d rather I stay with her. I covered her up and went into the bathroom.
When I saw myself in her mirror, I folded my hands. “Please, God, let me grow old with her and die.” I wanted to go to heaven with her. She should never be alone, not even in death, but she would be. I’d let her down that way.
I felt a terrible guilt. Maybe, I shouldn’t have brought her here. She might have been happier without me.
I hated this life I led. No matter what I did it felt selfish. When I hunted, I thought that the animal I was killing to eat would have lived if I had died hundreds of years ago like I should have.
When I bought clothes to wear, I thought that they should be worn by someone passing through and not me, who would constantly need more and more, because I wasn’t passing through. I was here to stay.
Chapter 7
Britney
When I woke up the next morning, I realized that my feet had been wrapped up. They were sore, but Daddy had done something to them while I slept so they would heal faster. He took care of me.
He was always saying that he would. His actions told me that he meant it.
That left one question. Could I live this way … for the rest of my life, knowing that he had gotten me here through a trick instead of using his charm?
My thoughts drifted to sex. It had been amazing. It was suddenly clear why it was everywhere you looked: in advertisements, in poems and in books and on TV. Sex sells, was a saying that you heard every time you turned around.
Would sex be the deciding factor in my decision?
Would sex tip the scale in his favor?
“Morning, sleepyhead. You sure did sleep a long time.” Daddy stepped into the room and smiled at me.
I noticed that he was fully dressed. That was disappointing. I would have rather he was naked so we could continue what we had done last night.
“You’re looking at me funny. Is something wrong?” He looked down at himself.
“Yes.” I answered before I could stop myself.
“What’s wrong?” He looked like he honestly thought that he had put on his sweater backwards.
“You’re dressed,” I informed him.
A grin spread across his face. “That’s easily fixed, darling.” He pulled his sweater over his head and off. His fingers flew to his suspenders, and he pushed them off to the side. Once they were gone, he opened the buttons on his shirt.
In what seemed like the blink of an eye, he was completely undressed. His penis had sprung free from his trousers the second he pushed them down. His stamina impressed me. I’d told him that I wanted him less than a minute ago and now he was ready for me.
He stepped to me and lifted up the covers and pulled them back. “You should sleep naked more often,” he told me.
I’d slept well. Maybe I really should sleep naked more often. Maybe that was why I had woken up horny for him.
Daddy adjusted my body so he could enter me like he had last night.
In a fluid movement, he entered me, making my head tilt back with pleasure.
Unlike last night, he took me hard and fast. When he thrust forward, my whole body moved up along the bed.
I wrapped my arms and legs around him and held onto him tightly as he thrust so fast that I couldn’t catch my breath. That didn’t matter because I needed sex more than I needed air.
Daddy pulled back and rubbed my chest between my breasts. “Breathe, baby.”
“No, I want more. Don’t stop.”
“Hush up. You do as I say and settle down,” he scolded me.
Tears pricked my eyes. I didn’t want him to be mad at me, especially not over something as embarrassing as sex.
His features softened. “I’m not mad. You scared me. A body can get too excited to enjoy something. I want you to enjoy me.”
He thrust forward, making me moan out with pleasure.
“That’s better he told me.” He made love to me changing the speed often. Sometimes he would thrust so slow that it frustrated me and other times he thrust so fast that I thought I would go in insane with pleasure.
“I love you, Daddy. And I’m never going to leave you.”
He smiled at me. It was a warm glowing smile that spread from his mouth to his eyes, making his whole body glow. “I’m very happy to hear that. I can’t tell you how much I like hearing that.”
He thrust faster than what I felt was humanly possible.
I came long and hard, soaking him with my pleasure as he praised me.
Elias
Britney promised that she’d stay with me. I felt lighter. I had one less worry.
Of course, she had said it in the throes of passion, but I believed her. My Britney was no liar. She meant what she said. I could relax with her. Soon, I’d be able to move her upstairs.
I needed to go grocery shopping tomorrow and ship off five of my dollhouses. They were destined to Europe and Asia, and they needed to arrive in time for Christmas. I liked to send those off early.
It amazed me how quickly things got delivered nowadays. Man had come a long way since my day. What used to take months now only took a week.
I’d ordered several things that I needed to pick up at the post office. They were giving me odd looks there. It was time to change to another one.
That was a constant worry I had. If people put two and two together, they would demand to know where the fountain of youth was. People didn’t know better.
People often thought that they wanted things until they have them. They weren’t important when they get them. No one wants to live forever. It’s a fool’s dream. I’m proud to say that I never dreamed of living forever.
Ma says that I got hit with the curse of internal life at a time in my life when I felt invincible. She said that wasn’t good for me. It made me less careful.
I used the time to travel the world and to see what it had to offer. I saw everything. I went ice-fishing with Eskimos and took part in a dragon dance to honor the King of China. I’ve been to the top of Mount Everest and many other mountains. I’ve seen volcanoes erupt and felt the warmth of lava passing through me. My clothes got ruined, but I got away without a mark on me.
Then I spent time learning things. I got hungry for knowledge. In fact, I was starved for it. I went to several universities around the world after I learned how to read in a small one-room schoolhouse. I swallowed my pride and sat down with the youngsters and learned what I could.
I was a teacher, a doctor, a dentist and a lawyer, but so many laws had changed since back then. It had been easier back then. I’d only gone so I could protect my family and m
yself in case anyone of us got in trouble with the law.
I was a professional cook who learned to cook from the finest chefs in Paris, and I could do all sorts of the practical trades that we needed for daily life. Anything that needed to be done around the house and farm I could do.
I was a true jack-of-all-trades.
I could make and change the horse’s shoes. I built all the furniture in our cottage, and I even sewed the curtains for the windows. In fact, I built the cottage with my own hands too. My family had helped me after we decided that someone needed to protect people from the spring. I felt that I had seen everything this world had to offer so I could settle down here. So I wouldn’t be lonely, I went to a nearby village and found a girl to marry me.
Back then that was still considered normal among poor people. We wed, and I rode off with her.
Mildred and I had five wonderful children. We lost our three boys in the wars in Europe. I begged them not to go, telling them that wars come and go, but they wouldn’t listen to me.
My daughters married and moved away. When my wife died, I thought that my life would never be filled with happiness again. Then some twenty years later I met a girl in the shortest skirt I’ve ever seen. She loved the idea of living alone in the woods with nature and living off the land.
She couldn’t have children. We tried so hard, but then I had to take her to the hospital for a check-up. The doctor confirmed what I’d guessed. She didn’t have a uterus. She had been born without one.
My happy little wife got sad when she heard that she’d never have a child. She got sickly too. I’d say that she lost the will to live. If I had been a normal man, we could have adopted, but I wasn’t.
She had died young. This world had no hold on her.
I was a great-grandfather. My daughters from my first marriage had children and those children had some of their own. But I didn’t have anything to do with my great-grandchildren. I’d never be able to explain my age or who I was to them. I made certain that they had what they needed, and that they were good people. They all went to college so they could make something out of themselves.
