The Quickening

Quickening
or
Like A Budding Flower

He was beginning to snort.  He always began to snort just before his release.

As I felt Sand's flesh throbbing inside me, pushing his seed up into my breeding place, I spread my legs wider apart and pushed my bottom tighter against his groin, trying to take as much of him into me as I could.  His cries told me that he found my movements pleasurable.  As always, he planted a great deal of seed.  I felt it spilling out of me and dripping down my legs.

Finished, he let go of my hips and I dropped onto the ground with my legs folded under me.  Grunting, he rose and left, going over to sleep with Moss.  She was still mating with Rain. Sand grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him out of her. Rain's hips were still twitching as he hit the ground.  He sat up, looked around and, seeing me alone, crawled over behind my upturned bottom and jabbed his flesh stick into my mating hole.

The other women say that Sand gives them more pleasure than either Rain or Tree, but I've never noticed too much of a difference.  Rain's thrusts are quicker and shorter than Sand's, and his shaft is smaller, but Tree is bigger than Sand, so I don't know what the difference could be.  Maybe it's just because Sand is the strongest.

It didn't take long for Rain to start pumping his seed into me.  He squealed when he sprayed and his hips pounded frantically.  I felt his sticky fluid ran down my legs along with Sand's.  He let me go and fell next to me, pulling me tightly against his body.

Most nights either Rain sleeps with me or I sleep alone. It didn't use to be that way.  Everyone thought I'd be the favorite because of the way the men looked at me, even before I was old enough.  My hips were wide and my breasts began to grow sooner than most of the others.  Mostly, though, it was because of my light hair and eyes.  They said then when I give birth, it would be easier to tell which of the men's seed had quickened in me.

Sand took me as his own even before I began to flow.  The first time, I thought he was going to kill me.  When he started forcing his big flesh stick into my tight mating hole, I yelped in pain and tried to pull away, but he just laughed and held my hips tighter as he split me open with his spike.  Afterward there was blood everywhere and I just lay there crying while the other women giggled.

After a while, of course, it stopped hurting and I grew to endure and then enjoy it when Sand mounted me.  I only mated with Sand back then.  He wanted to be sure that it was his seed that quickened in my breeding place.  Three and four times a night he'd fill me with his discharge.  We didn't expect my flow to even begin until after I gave birth to his child.

But my flow did come.  Even with all the seed he planted in me, each moon brought the blood that drained out of my breeding place, telling me I was still barren.  At first they thought it was just that I was still too young, but as moon after moon came and went we decided I must be doing something wrong.  Everyone tried to help, offering all sorts of suggestions, but still my flow came.

They told me that my problem was that my mating hole didn't suck at my mate's skin staff the way that theirs did.  They said they didn't know how they did it, or even why it happened, but when it did their bodies shook all over in ecstasy.  Moss said that sometimes when she was with Sand her mating hole would pull so hard on him that she'd suck all of his seed up into her breeding place and none of it would come out.  That was why I wasn't quickening.  All the seed just ran out of me.

Sand started to mate with others before coming to me.  Soon he stopped coming to my bed altogether.  Tree mated with me for a while but he, too, tired of me when his seed failed to root. Finally they let Rain mount me.  Usually, he was only allowed to mate with the women who had already quickened, but even he decided he'd rather pump his seed into someone else.  Sometimes, like tonight, Sand or Tree would come to me after they were done with their favorite, but most of the time they left me alone.

I knew why my mating hole didn't suck at Sand's seed, or Tree's or Rain's, but I couldn't tell them why.  Even before Sand started mating with me, I knew, but I didn't know I knew.

It was just after my flow first began.  Sand was angry I hadn't quickened, but the others calmed him down by reminding him that I'd come from another family and I couldn't help it.  I was upset, too.  Mostly I was scared of Sand's anger.  He'd been mounting me for a while and I was growing to enjoy it, but I still hadn't felt the intense pleasure that the others claimed.  They told me not to worry, that when my breeding place was ready, the feeling would just come.

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I'd gone out to gather food.  Heedless to the warnings from the others, I'd wandered farther from home than I guess I should have.  The only warning I had was a faint rustling behind me. I quickly turned and came face to face with him.  He was alone.  He was obviously a wanderer and he was obviously intending to mount me.  His stiff flesh stick stuck out rigid and ready from his groin.

The moment I saw him I knew.  He was smaller than Tree and didn't seem as strong as Sand, but for some reason I instantly realized that if this one's seed quickened in me, my child would be stronger and healthier than any of the others.  This one seemed quicker, faster, even smarter than the men at home.  Somehow he was able to survive on his own, and whatever it was that kept him alive, I wanted my child to have it.  A tingling warmth spread from my breeding place through my entire body and I felt my mating hole growing wet and open.

He grabbed my shoulders.  I made no effort to resist.  He smiled as he pulled me down.  I started to turn and offer my bottom, but he held me facing him and I was suddenly on the ground on my back.  Leaning over me, he pried my legs apart with his knees and put the tip of his seeding shaft between the fleshy folds of my moist hole.  As he pushed into me, my hips rose to take him fully inside.  I felt the walls of the passage flutter as his thickness pushed against them, forcing them apart, driving himself tightly into my narrow channel.

I thrilled at the feeling of him so deep inside me.  He wasn't any larger than Sand, but the strange mating position seemed to let him penetrate deeper.  As he began to quickly thrust in and out, his seed sac beat against my bottom and his hard groin bone pounded at me again and again just below my own, striking a fire within me that began burning higher and hotter.

Suddenly I felt as if I had burst into flames.  I cried out at the intense pleasure and my body spasmed underneath him.  I felt my mating hole convulse and I heard him groan as my inflamed flesh clutched and pulled at his hammering spike.

We cried out again and again in unison, grunting and groaning with each delicious stab.  Then his grunts became bellows and his flesh stick grew thicker.  With a mighty roar, he jammed it deep into me and it jerked viciously as it pumped his seed into me.  My hole clamped sharply down on the throbbing flesh, urging his seed to come racing out, sucking it deep into my breeding place.  It swelled up again and I felt my flesh ripple along it's length.  Again it pulsed inside me and again my hole clutched and squeezed at him, drawing his release deep into me.  His rigid staff spat spurt after rich spurt of his seed and my mating hole gulped at every drop, swallowing all of it, filling my breeding place with the sweet syrup.

When he'd finished draining his seed sac into me, he fell gasping onto my shuddering body, crushing me under him.  He rested there for a moment, catching his breath, his flesh still hard and thick inside me.  Then he rolled off of me and I sighed as he stiff presence pulled out of my mating hole.  He rose to his feet and quickly ran off into the brush.

I lay there panting and shaking, my legs still spread wide apart, trying to grasp what had just happened.  My mating hole began to ooze with the remains of his discharge and I pulled my knees together to keep any more of it from escaping.  I wanted to be sure I lost none of his precious seed.  I wanted to do everything I could to make it quicken inside me.  I wanted his child to grow inside me.

I'd never felt this way when I mated with Sand.  It was nice, but I'd never really thought about childbirth.  Now the longing to bear the wanderer's baby overwhelmed me.  And then I understood why.

I remembered a vague memory of the time before my mother and I had become part of this family, a time with other, different people.  People with light hair, like mine.  There was an image of a man, not unlike the wanderer who I'd just mated with.  And suddenly I realized how Sand's head was too small for his body and his arms and legs weren't the same size.  He was ugly.  Ugly! And so was Tree and Rain.  I didn't want my baby to look like them.  I wanted my baby to be stronger and smarter and quicker. Like the wanderer.  Like my old family.

That night, while Sand's flesh pumped inside me, his breath quick and warm on my back, I imagined it was the wanderer filling me and I shivered a bit.  Sand enjoyed that little shiver, grunting his pleasure as his seed ran in rivulets down my legs. It was the last time he or any of the others felt me react to their thrusting.

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I kept my secret, believing that my flow had finally been stayed, knowing that the wanderer's seed had rooted in me and I would soon grow fat with his child.  I was crushed when, a few days later, it started after all.  Sand wasn't happy about it, either.  Still, he didn't give up right away.  Tree and Rain had to wait a while longer before they had their turns with me.

Their turns came and went.  The sweet memory of the wanderer never faded.  I knew that if I waited long enough he would return. When I went to gather food, I'd travel further and further from home and get back later and later.  The others were constantly scolding me for straying so far, but I didn't care.  I knew he was out there somewhere and I knew I would have his child.

I'd made a habit of going back almost every day to the spot my perfect stranger had mounted me, even though I'd picked everybit of food from that place, so it always took me longer to gather my share of food.  Normally, the men wouldn't like one of the women being away from home for so long, but since they decided I was barren, it didn't seem to bother anyone if I was there at all or not.  Sometimes I'd be gone for many days at a time and the only result was that one of the men would be sure to mount me as soon as I came back.

Still, no matter how long I was away, I never found the wanderer.  It wasn't for trying.  For days and days I'd roam, going into places I was told was dangerous.  I didn't care.  I ached to have my baby soon.  That was probably why I got reckless and went over the ridge to the valley on the other side.  When I was younger, I'd ask what was over that ridge and I'd be told there was nothing there at all. They were wrong.

When I found the spoor, my heart leapt.  It was fresh. Someone had been here very recently.  Then the wind changed and my belly began to tingle.  Excited, I breathed in the scent.  I began to run into the wind.

I broke into a clearing and saw the food gathered on the ground, but there was no sign of anyone.  I knew I was in the right place, though.  The smell was thick in the air.  I sat next to the food and fell onto my back.  I raised my knees and parted my thighs widely.  The moisture from inside me flowed freely out. I reached down and passed my fingers along my mating hole.  It was open like a budding flower, the folds of skin around the opening swollen and thick like the petals of a nectar plant.  I could smell my scent mixing with his.

I heard the rustle of the leaves, but I didn't turn my head. Instead I began to press my fingers into my mating hole.  My hips began to rock up and down and I began to moan with my eyes shut tight.

When I opened them again, he stood before me, staring at me hungrily.  My breath caught in my throat as I realized that this wasn't my wanderer.  This one was huge.  His broad shoulders seemed twice the size of Sand's and his rippled chest was covered with thick wiry hair that fluttered with his quick breathing. His skin was dark and leathery.  Jutting rigidly from the thick matted fur that covered his belly, his immense flesh stick bobbed in readiness, longer and thicker than any I'd seen before.  Beads of liquid formed at its fat slitted tip, each falling drop instantly replaced with another.  Between his legs, his huge seed sac hung, throbbing as it bloated with his desire.

I spread my legs apart wider and raised my hips, offering my mating hole to him.  He fell to his knees between my thighs, taking his great staff in his hand.  Sliding back the fleshy hood, he rubbed the plump head between the petals of my mating hole.  I grunted and pushed myself up to take him into me, crying out as my folds parted widely to swallow the crown of his thick pole into my body.  He smiled as my petals wrapped tightly around the shaft, already beginning to suck and clutch at him.

I pulled him down onto me, crushing my breasts into his chest, digging my nipples into the rough hair.  With a deep grunt, he rammed down his hips and I yowled as his flesh stick forced itself into my tight cavity.  My arms wrapped tightly around him and my legs flew up, my thighs tight on his waist, my heels digging into his buttocks, pulling him into me even deeper.

Instantly he started to quickly thrust himself in and out and I felt the fire start to rage from deep inside me.  Each jab of his rigid shaft made the heat burn hotter and higher and then I was overwhelmed as the flames engulfed my being.  I spasmed frantically under him, my mating hole squeezing and pulling at his thrusting thickness, my voice crying out my ecstasy again and again.

His breath grew shorter, his pounding hips grew fiercer and I knew he was preparing to plant his seed in me.  I squealed in delight as his driving hips pushed even harder and deeper into me and his hands pulled up at my hips.  He pushed himself forward and pulled me up into his rising hips.  My back curled as he rolled me up so that I was lying on my shoulders, my legs rising and wrapping around his neck.  He savagely drilled down into my upturned mating hole and I met each fierce piercing with an equally ferocious lunge of my hips.  The sudden sharp stabs I felt deep inside me as his huge flesh stick struck the very bottom of my mating hole only intensified the waves of passion that flashed through me and made the spasming walls inside me suck even harder at the punching presence, pulling it into me even deeper. Through the rapture that washed over me, I felt the tip of his driving shaft somewhere deep inside me pushing in, prying apart, opening me up even wider, as if his flesh was invading even into my breeding place.

Then his flesh stick suddenly swelled up, growing even tighter in my rippling mating hole.  The moment had come.  His back arched and he cried out in a mighty roar as he jammed his rigid skin shaft down, sticking it deep into me, ramming the head hard against the end of my quivering chasm, driving tightly into the opening to my breeding place.  Then the hard fullness inside me lurched sharply and I felt the dull pressure of his seed
spurting into me.

I shrieked as the walls of my mating hole clamped down onto him, squeezing the sweet white nectar from him and drawing it deep into me.  Even as the spasm ended, he grew swollen again, and again I felt the vicious throb of his great flesh stick as it gushed his release and the tightening of my insides at I hungrily sucked his seed into my waiting breeding place.  Over and over it wrenched deliciously inside me, spitting strand after strand of his rich cream down into my quivering channel.  Over and over I shook, my flesh nursing at his, milking the thick squirts of seed out of him and into me.

His surging seed filled me.  I felt myself grow full, my breeding place flooding with his essence.  Yet still his seed flowed into me.  There seemed to be no end to his release.  I quaked in joy, knowing I held so much of his seed inside me, knowing it would root, knowing I would quicken and bear his child.  We howled together, his pulsing, spurting flesh stick tight inside my squeezing, sucking mating hole, our mating seemingly endless.

But soon the thick streams ebbed and his roars became shallow grunts.  With his skin shaft still throbbing hard inside my tight passage, he fell heavily onto my twitching body, his heaving chest flattening my breasts, his heart pounding next to mine. My arms and legs, still encircling him, clutched at his gasping form and my hips beat up at his still-rigid flesh.  Even before he regained his breath, his hips started rocking down to meet mine. My body grew insistent, rutting up into his groin, and he responded by pressing rhythmically against me, increasing his intensity as I increased mine.

Then we were hammering into each other once more, his flesh stick burying itself into my mating hole over and over, deeper and deeper, faster and faster.  My back arched, my nails dug into his back and my screams filled his ears as his grunts of pleasure filled mine.

Again his back tightened, and again his thick spike bloated and again I was inundated as he spurted his seed into my thirsty mating hole.  I cried out in pleasure and awe as I clamped and clutched at his thick flesh, sucking out the sweet nectar, taking it deep into me.  I felt myself grow full as he added more seed to my breeding place. I shivered in delight as I imagined his strong seed rooting and growing in me, my belly swelling and arching as I grew fat bearing his strong, healthy child.

Even as the thick spurts abated and he sank to my breast, his deflating flesh still rocked gently in and out of me. I felt his seed sacs, pressed tight upon my bottom, swelling and quivering and my eyes widened as I realized they were yet again filling with even more of his seed.  His inexhaustible flesh stick again grew hard and thick and for the third time we cried out as we labored together to drive his virile seed into my fertile breeding place and plant his spawn inside me.

Five times his seed sacs filled and drained, five time his thick shaft spurted streams of his potent discharge into me and five times my mating hole greedily sucked in every drop.  When he finally fell, exhausted, onto my twitching, spamsing body and his flesh stick shrank and slipped from my grasp, I felt bloated from the great pool I held deep within me. Yet, I felt only a trickle of fluid escaping from between the fluttering folds of my hole.  It was so different from the sticky streams that ran onto my thighs after I mated with Sand. I knew that, this time, I was sure to quicken and give birth to this wanderer's child.

For days I stayed with him.  Our every waking moment seemed to be spent with his flesh plunged deep into mine.  Occasionally I'd leave his side to gather food for us, but the moment I came back to the clearing, he pounce upon me and we'd mate violently even before I could put down the food.  Our hunger for each other never seemed to lessen.  Every mating was, incredibly, even more pleasurable than the last.

It happened on the third day, just after he filled me for the third time during our fourth mating that day.  As he lay on me, catching his breath, preparing to begin again, I felt a slight flutter deep inside me.

It grew into a warmth that filled my belly and spread through my entire body.  My skin tingled and grew warm.  I sighed as a gentle peace came over me, as if somehow I was suddenly complete, suddenly whole.

It was my quickening.  The others had told me I would feel it when it happened.  Now I understood why they couldn't describe the sense of calm and contentment they felt when they knew a child was growing inside them.  It was so subtle, but so profound.

At first, he didn't notice the change in me, but when his flesh stick again grew hard and tight and he began to push in and out, he realized my response was different.  Just as before, I cried out in pleasure, but the spasms in my mating hole weren't as intense, less desperate.  My body knew our mating had already borne fruit, that his seed had rooted in my breeding place and was growing in my belly.

When he grunted his release, his piercing didn't seem as urgent or determined as they'd been.  When he finished, rolled off me and looked deeply into my eyes.  He pressed his hand against my belly and smiled.  I nodded, but I didn't have to.  He knew.  He rose, took most of the food we'd gathered and then he left the clearing.  It didn't surprise me when he left. The only reason he stayed was to put his child in me.  Once he knew I'd been bred, it was time to leave.  I was happy that he'd stayed as long as he did.

Now that I was with child, I had to return to the family. If I was on my own when my belly was heavy, my baby wouldn't be safe.  If a family found me then, the men would take me, but when my baby was born they'd kill it and try to put their own child in me.  Even if I was lucky and I wasn't found, sooner or later I'd grow too big to take care of myself.  And giving birth alone was dangerous.  The best chance was for me to find a family and make the men believe one of them had quickened me.  I could wander for many moons before I found another family and then it would be too late.  No, I knew where I had to go.

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I didn't go back right away.  I found a spring and bathed myself in the water, scrubbing away his scent, especially inside my mating hole.  Then I waited two more days, just to be sure the smell of him was completely gone.  Then I returned.

The first man I saw was Tree.  I expected that, like it always did, my absence would make the men want to mate with me. I became worried when he scowled at me.  Did he know?  Could he smell the wanderer's child inside me?

Then I felt the rough hands on my back, pushing me forward, and the legs jamming between mine, forcing my thighs apart.  I fell to the ground on my hands and knees under the weight of the body behind me.  When the flesh stick thrust itself cruelly into my dry mating hole I knew immediately it was Sand.

I fought back the revulsion I felt and filled my mind with the image of the wanderer.  I imagined it was his hands on my hips savagely pulling me into his groin.  I imagined it was his grunts that filled my ears and his hot breath on the back of my neck.  I imagined it was his thick shaft that stabbed in and out of my raw, inflamed flesh.  I grew wet and warm.

I lifted my hand and moved it down to press upon my belly, imagining it was his abdomen pushing down on me.  My palm moved lower, sliding over my mound bone and fluttering at the top of my opening.  My fingers brushed against the nubbin of flesh there and it sent lightning through me.  I pressed harder against it, stroking it just as my virile wander's flesh stick did. Suddenly, I shuddered in rapture.

Sand grunted in surprise as I spasmed under him.  He increased the force of his thrusts until, roaring, his flesh stick futilely bloated and spurted inside me as my mating hole sucked at his useless seed.  It was nothing like the intense spasms I felt with my wanderer, but it was enough to make Sand happy.  He grunted contentedly as twice more his seed sacs filled and drained.  Even with my clamping at his rigid flesh, I felt his seed dripping in rivulets down my legs.

That night, and for much of the next day, Sand stabbed himself into me again and again.  I had planed not to announce my quickening for yet another day, but my mating hole became too inflamed and it grew harder and harder to make myself clutch at him.  I stopped trying, and he noticed immediately.  When I told him I had felt the quickening, he grinned and howled like a wild animal.

For a while he continued to mate with me, but when my mating hole again didn't pull at his flesh stick, he grew tired of me. Tree and Rain took their turns, but they, too, began to mate me less and less often.  The sudden appearance of my passion and it's sudden disappearance didn't seem to bother anyone.

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Nor did anyone have any suspicions when I gave birth to the child.  None that were voiced, anyway.  The boy I bore has proved to be so strong and healthy that Sand never considered the possibility that father could be anyone but him.  Still, there were the occasional doubts.  Sand killed two boys whose only crime was making fun of the way Rock walks, which is so different from the others.  And then there was that stupid statement Rain made that cost him his life.

It wasn't long before Rock became faster, stronger and smarter than even the older boys.  I knew it was only a matter of time before he challenged Sand.  Still, I didn't expect it to happen so soon.  The day he told us that Sand and Tree were gone, we were all in shock.  He hadn't even begun to show an interest in mating.

I didn't expect that to happen so soon, either.  Right after he made his announcement, he took me.  His movements were just like his father's, especially after I taught him his father's mating position.  I shuddered again and again under him, my mating hole spasming for the first time since he quickened inside me. 

We all mate face to face now.  Rock doesn't have favorites, so the men mate with whoever they want and everyone's happy.  For a long time before Sand and Tree were killed, there were very few quickenings, but now there isn't a woman in the family that doesn't have a child inside her breeding place.  Even me again.  And we all know whose seed it is that makes our bellies grow fat.

As old as I am, I know I won't live through childbirth, but maybe my baby will.  I hope it's a girl baby.  Maybe when she's old enough, Rock will plant a child in her breeding place and she'll feel the joy I felt when I first found my sweet wanderer.

The End

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