The throbbing pain slowly made me aware I was waking up. 'I'm still alive, after all that?' I lift my head, and the pain gets worse. The ceiling looks like tan rock or stone. My left arm's stiff, and I can't move it. I knew this wasn't anywhere in the town. The flickering orange light came from a fire pit outside my field of vision. I turn to the left and see a wall of rock. Across the room, I see a person sitting on a stool with their back to me. The person virtually squats to sit on the stool. They wore leather of some kind or white cloth held together by a homemade rope.'Is that animal skin hide or skin?' The person's hair is strange. Long and almost perfectly white, matching their pale skin. I got a weird vibe from the person. I catch a glimpse of their close-set monolid eyes as they glance over their shoulders. The shimmering gold eyes with black pupils were unlike anything I'd ever seen before. They're not like an animal's eyes, but it's close to one. My glance was brief, but I knew what I saw. They're female, from what I can tell.
She slowly stands up and turns around towards me. She is definitely a woman. A pair of white braided bundles of silvery hair hung from her chest, covering huge teardrop-shaped breasts. Because of its loose and flimsy construction, the animal skin rucksack did little to protect them. It barely covers her thick, childbearing thighs and very toned and athletic legs. Although the flickering light wasn't the best, I knew she had an hourglass body that would appeal to men. She's barefoot and exceptionally clean for not having any modern amenities. The woman has well-groomed her hair for someone that appears to live off the land. I notice her fingernails and toenails are very sharp, almost clawlike, yet still appear normal. Suddenly, the woman's eyes look blue, which sets off warning signals in my mind. I wasn't mistaken for the first time or hallucinating. A simple detail like eye color demands attention in my past line of work. It's not something I would easily miss unless deception is involved. The woman's face is very angular and oblong, and I notice her checkmark eyebrows. Upon looking at her, I noticed her slightly upturned and dainty nose. Her lips were pink and puffy, in the shape of a bow shape reminiscent of a bow tie.
There wasn't a single blemish on her body. This young girl's skin had nearly a shimmer, almost as if it glistened in the sun. I can tell even in the low light. This lady even took time to paint her nails a vivid purple. As she appeared, her footsteps made little to no sound, and she was walking on bare rock. At least I should have heard the patterning of her fleshy feet against the ground. She kneels by me, looking into my eyes. The entire time, she gazes into my eyes. A moment later, she took a bag made of the same material as her clothing and changed what looked like bandages. She speaks softly, just a whisper, but her words have no meaning. 'Is she speaking another language?' If she was, I had never heard of it. It sounds very exotic, and I couldn't place it. Maybe a linguist would know. She whispers in the language as she changes and checks my arm and leg. Then I realize my shirt is off, and my pants are gone. Nothing but cloth covers my lower body. All my gear is across the room in a neat pile.
"Who -Who… Who-Who are you? W-Where is this?" I said weakly.
She stops immediately and puts her finger to my mouth. It was a sign to stay quiet. I knew that much. She held it there for a long time, listening carefully. Her ears were strange, almost pointy and slanted. In a moment, her eyes returned to what I had seen before. She spoke even softer than before. Then, she leaves to go somewhere out of sight of me. 'Was I speaking that loud? From what are we hiding, that monster from before?' A while later, she goes back to tending to my wounds. She attentively inspects every one of my wounds with care and precision. As she spoke, I didn't know a word she said. Her demeanor was calm and collected.
"Are we safe?" I whispered as low as possible.
Again, she stops and looks at me. Then nods, telling me we were for the moment. I realize my wounds extend to more than just my arm and leg. She's dressing wounds in multiple locations with some homegrown medicine. After she finishes, she brings a bowl of something hot to me. The material is either bone or clay. It didn't matter at this point. What matters is the smell. A mouthwatering aroma meant a tasty and satisfying meal. Simply smelling it made my stomach rumble with a hunger I didn't know I had. She sat with her legs spread eagle on another small stool beside where I lay. I can see the reddish-pinkness of her womanhood.
There was no change in her expression, which was quite a shock since she didn't give a damn if I could be there. She overtly ignores that fact altogether. Then she offers to feed me, and I accept. Although it was an unexpected gesture, I found that my good arm was not very usable. I could taste vegetables with a hint of meat in whatever she fed me. I hadn't counted on being this hungry. 'How long was I out? Hours must have passed.' After feeding me, she fetches a small cup and helps me drink from it. It's a wonderful juice of some kind with a marvelous taste. If she's trying to poison me, she's doing an excellent job. If she plans to harm me, she can do that when I'm asleep, and I can't resist. In my current state, I'm not in the best shape. Following her care of me, she sat back down at the table. It's some work table. For a long time, I watch her do various things while speaking every so often. With my condition, it'll be days before I can stand on my own. For now, my life is in this woman's hands.
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I don't remember how long I slept. Of all the times I've suffered wounds, never have I slept so deeply. As my parents told me, even the slightest noise could wake me. I didn't notice her kneeling over my lower body between the thoughts of my sisters and this woman. She sits over my legs with her mouth on my wound as I raise my head slightly. I felt her soft breasts press against my thighs. It took me back a minute. 'Was she sucking my blood?' I didn't feel a thing or feel light-headed from the loss of blood. Suddenly, she notices I'm awake and backs off. The woman stumbles haphazardly off the bed onto the floor. She looks at me with panicked eyes, and I see the fear in her eyes. When I try to sit up, she crawls into a corner and cowers away from me. I hear her speak as she leans over with her face on the floor.
"I'm... I'm sorry, I did not know you were awake!" she whispered, yet her accent was heavy.
It's almost like an eastern European dialect, but I can't quite place it. The pale woman quivers at the knowledge that I saw her, but I'm more concerned about how she can speak my language now. I barely said a handful of words while she spoke plenty. She knew the language I spoke, and I couldn't tell you what hers was. I shift my weight to look at her better.
"How can you speak like me?" I asked in a soft voice.
I didn't want to cause her any more anxiety.
"Um… you talk in your sleep. I learn that way…," she whispers.
Her accent is unmistakably Eastern European.
"Are you from Eastern Europe?" I softly ask.
She slightly raises her head, and her eyes meet mine.
"What land is that? Is that where you come from?" she whispers, keeping her gaze on me.
She doesn't know what the continent of Europe is or what it is. I find this highly problematic. She does not know of a place every human being should know. I need to find out as much as I can about her, but she speaks before I ask another question.
"Please forgive me and allow me to repay you…," she whispered.
She rises slowly and crawls over to the side of the bed. The woman kneels at the side of the bed I lay on. She puts her hand on my chest but pauses. She looks at me for a moment and pauses. Then, when I show no signs of disapproval, she continues. I watch as she removes the cloth from my midsection with sensual care. She looks at me and then back at my crotch as she places each cloth piece on a table beside the bed. The way she moves with care is mesmerizing, and I can feel a warm sensation fill my body. Her touch is so provocative.
The white-haired woman slowly climbs on me to sit on my thighs. The softness of her warm, thick thighs against mine sends electrifying energy through my body, and I feel her tremble. My body reacted within moments, and I felt my manhood spring to life under the white cloth. She looks at my crotch with curiosity. Her eyes grow large as she removes the clothes covering my groin. The shock on her face causes my cock to grow harder in seconds. Again, her eyes met mine, and I saw something shimmer in her eyes for a fleeting moment. Before I knew what she was attempting, the woman threw the remaining cloth covering my thighs away as she sat on me. Her movement and graces were beyond my comprehension. I barely notice the change in her demeanor.
I feel my bulging manhood enter her tight, warm womanhood moments later. After several moments of wiggling her to womanhood, she finally received my towering schlong in its full glory. When I open my mouth to speak, she holds a finger to my mouth to hush me as she grinds my hips. I felt her wetness leak into my groin. She looks uncertain of what to do next, so I place my hands on her hips. I firmly grasp her hips with my hands as I ignore the pain in my arm. Following my hand guidance, it takes her a few moments to move on her own. She is more confident now. Her rhythm becomes more natural and more passionate. I felt her embrace the sheer length of my cock. Her peach feels incredibly tight, and her thrusts become long and heavy. All I could do was hold her waist with my right hand. My left arm had already given out. After exhaling a passionate gasp, she quickly covered her mouth with both hands as fast as possible.
As she bounces up and down on my manhood, a worrying expression comes over her face as she intensely listens for sounds I am unaware of and shows no sign of stopping. She trembles from the overwhelming pleasure she is experiencing. She puts her hands over her mouth to muffle the torrent of moans filling the cave as she tries to control these new sensations. I find the sound of her voice to be mind-blowing, erotic, and euphoric simultaneously, bringing me to tears. The sound was enough to send me into overdrive. I push my hips against hers. That is all it takes to break her. Having lost all restraint, she let her hands fall to the side. The pale-skin woman loses all control now and looks down at me with eyes full of ecstasy. Her excessive whimpering and loud moaning made it clear she wasn't ready for the sheer size of my cock.
I feel her tighten her grip on my chest as she rocks and grinds more quickly. Her breasts pressed firmly against my chest as she embraced me. Her teeth bite my shoulder and neck. The woman scratches the back of my neck as she buries her face in my neck. She climaxes many times, making her cherry soaking wet. Then, with zero friction, she bounces wildly against my hips. The moment I felt her feminine fluid leak freely over my body, I held her hips firmly in place. Her body quivers uncontrollably as her feminine liquids flow over my hips and groin.
In response to the growing hardness of my cock, she reacts, leaning back, and I marvel at how her plump oversized melons flop as they flap in the air. Her bouncing gets harder and harder, yet she still holds her mouth tightly. Those voluptuous breasts tear free from the thin cloth flopping up and down vigorously. I can tell her eyes are pondering what it would take to make me climax as she stares into mine. I possess three vital physical characteristics that are disadvantageous for my pale caregiver, or any woman. My parents' genes endow me with exceptional stamina, tolerance, remarkable vitality, and unbreakable endurance. It's why I was saving myself for a marriage that never came. I knew I could go, as they say, all night long.
I looked into her eyes for a long moment. Her eyes meet mine, and I see them change slightly. A significant amount of time passes before I can feel the hot sensation of ejaculation. My hot seed bursts deep inside her womb, and only then does a flurry of cries loudly escape from her lips. She buckles over onto my chest as she muzzles herself in pleasure and fear all at once. Despite that, she continues grinding her hips into mine. She wanted more, and I felt I needed to give her everything I had. At the moment, I knew that my body was incapable of performing at its best or doing most of the work on its own. The kindness this woman showed me prompted me to make a vow to repay it fully. Her apology is far and beyond my expectations at the moment.