The young man opened his eyes, feeling thoroughly worn out. I had the strangest dream last night… he thought to himself groggily, his eyes half open and still adjusting to his surroundings. I dreamed that the river was flowing upstream, and that someone pushed me and I fell in… His eyes started to gain their focus, making out vague colors of black and purple. And then I woke up on the bank of a river I’ve never seen before, and then I wandered into that eerily strange forest…and then there was that large pot. The one that I thought had food in it. He threw back his head and laughed a little as his eyes stared upwards. “And then I found myself being sucked into a strange dimension, filled with swirly black and purple lights…and gray too…kind of how my ceiling looks right now.” He said aloud, musing to himself. Several moments of silence passed and then. “It’s funny, I don’t remember painting my ceiling anything last week. Or at all, for that matter.” Several more seconds of silence ensued as the implications made themselves clear to his mind.
“YOU MEAN IT WASN’T A CRAZY DREAM AFTER ALL!?!?!” He screamed at the top of his lungs, half in exasperation and half in despair. “Then…then…” his eyes began to shrink into pinpoints as the memories of the previous evening came flooding back in excruciating detail. “I really did have sex…?” He asked himself. “I had sex!” He yelled triumphantly, swinging himself up off of the ground to his feet. However, his euphoria quickly gave way as more of his memories came to the forefront of his mind. “I had sex…WITH A LITTLE GIRL!!!!” he cried as he fell to his knees, as his face came into contact with the quivering ground. “I’m the worst…” he mumbled to no one in particular. “No, I’m worst than the worst. Not only did I have sex with a little girl, I forced her on top of that!” he bemoaned, messing up his hair in frustration. His cries of lament into the swirling air did not go unnoticed, however.
“Rh, minre xuket rin?” said a familiar voice from behind him.
The young man turned, and his grief quickly to turned to feelings of both affection and regret at the same time as he laid eyes on the little pot wearing girl that stood before him.
“I’m really sorry!!” He said quickly, bowing on all fours with his forehead touching the ground.
“???” The little girl wore a perplexed expression on her adorable face.
“…Janr kou rik souyon?” she said after a moment, tilting her head to the side as she looked at him.
It then hit the young man like a sack full of bricks. She can’t understand me…! He finally realized, and lifted himself off of the ground. Bringing himself to her eye level by remaining on his knees, he tried to communicate not with his words, but with body language. His eyes met with her lantern eyes, with neither side blinking for several moments. At first, it seemed like a futile attempt, but then she started to move. The little girl leaned forward, planting her lips directly over his, applying light pressure for only a tender moment, and as she pulled away gave the man a bright and cheery smile. Her merry lantern eyes seemed to say to him, I forgive you.
Overwhelmed by her kind and forgiving heart, the young man became caught up in his emotions. “Oh, thank you!” He exclaimed, pulling her close into a large hug, tears of joy streaming down his face, with her own buried in his chest. Unknown to the young man, however, the little girl was interested in far more intimate ways of communication. Being as small as she was compared to him, she was able to easily slip loose of his grasp without his notice, being overwhelmed with his joy at being forgiven. Quickly and deftly her hands moved, and before he realized, his pants were already lowered past his knees, and in her hand was his quickly hardening manhood.
“Oy!! What are you doing!?!!?!?!?!!?” He exclaimed rather noisily, but the little girl ignored him, clearly absorbed in the task at hand. With hands that fit neatly around him, she began to stroke him up and down with a firm grip. Within moments it grew to the same length as it was yesterday. “Rn!” she exclaimed with a clearly pleased expression, lowered her head to him, sticking out her little pink tongue that he had so intimately played with the night before. Using her tongue, she probed the tip of his manhood, running her tongue below its hood before reaching into the hole at the top, swirling her tongue around to the young man’s immense pleasure. Ignoring the sounds of his protest, or perhaps out of her lack of comprehension, she continued to tease his head as she stroked him ever so slowly with her slender fingers with her firm and warm grip. It didn’t take long before pre-cum began to ooze from his throbbing manhood. Upon seeing this, she let the head slip into her mouth between her saliva moistened lips.
“Ahh!! Don’t do that!” he cried out, straining to keep the satisfaction from creeping into his voice, but to no avail. Her tiny mouth sunk further down, her lips forming a tight clamp halfway down his hard shaft. Her tongue wrapped itself around his manhood inside of her mouth, coating his hardness in her saliva, running over every inch of flesh trapped inside the embrace of her small lips. After bathing his manhood thoroughly in a coating of her saliva, she began to lift her head ever so slowly, forming her lips in the shape of an O and sucking him in as she went along back to the very tip, stopping right beneath his head. With a short pause to glance up with a very seductive look in her eyes, she immediately slid his shaft back into her mouth, further until the tip almost reached the back of her throat. With tender stroking motions with one hand and the other keeping her bangs out of her eyes, she continued to bob up and down upon his manhood, stopping only to coat his shaft with more saliva and tenderly lick his glands before swallowing him with her mouth once more.
“Uggh…” the man grunted, as he could feel the pressure building up. If she kept this up, he wasn’t going to last much longer. He attempted to pull out of her mouth, but as he tried to do so, the girl tightened her grip around his shaft and increased the ferocity of her sucking motions. She glanced up at him once more, and the expression in her eyes made it very clear she had no intention of letting go. Unable to break free, the man soon found himself succumbing to his desire, climaxing in short order. Even as he came, the girl refused to let go or even remove him from her mouth until he had spent every last drop. Only then did she lift her head, making sure that he could clearly see her eyes as she tilted her head back and swallowed his seed. Only then did she open her mouth, to lick at the small amount that hadn’t managed to keep from spilling.
“Ir, sik mo laranh…!” she exclaimed gleefully, licking the seed that spilled onto her hands, all with a cheerful smile plastered on her childish face.
I…I can’t believe she just did that…the man thought to himself wearily. He was more tired than ever now. Having come twice now, he felt his hunger growing stronger….as his stomach growled audibly.
At this the girl cracked a wide smile and laughed and laughed, falling over on her side, unable to sit still, her laughter was so strong. Even as the man grinned sheepishly through his embarrassment, he couldn’t help but feel, that even if he seemed to be stuck in this strange vortex world, as long as this girl was at his side, then maybe, just maybe, things would turn out all right. He too, began to laugh happily, and offered his hand to the girl to help her up, who took it. She managed to settle down as she sat upright again, although a faint smile still played around her lips. She reached one of her arms down into the pot around her waist, and pulled several strange looking fruits. She continued to pull them out, one by one, in her seemingly infinite space, even though he had found out for himself that her pot had not bottom. He couldn’t help but wonder, where exactly was she storing all this food?
By the time she pulled the last of her fruit out from her pot, the small pile in beside her feet had grown to almost match her in size while she sat. She took a bite of a large, yellowish colored fruit, before holding it in front of him. The look in her eyes said clearly, eat it.
Although he could not recognize that or any other of the strange fruits she had seemingly pulled out of nowhere, his hunger and his growing trust for her prompted him to take the fruit from her and sink his teeth gingerly into its soft flesh.
“It’s sweet!” He exclaimed joyfully, devouring half of the fruit in a matter of seconds. He offered her the other half, but she declined, shaking her head and patting her stomach. When he continued to look at her questioningly, she made a stroking motion with her hands and then swallowed audibly.
…she’s full from swallowing my semen!? He thought to himself, thinking it strange that she could be full from just that, and bite a large piece of the fruit off. Chewing it thoroughly, he motioned for her to come closer. After tilting her head in askance, she did as she was asked, and sidled closer to him. Seizing the opportunity, he pressed his lips against hers, pushing the mashed fruit with his tongue into her mouth, refusing to let her spit it out or force it back into his own mouth. She protested with her own tongue for several moments, before giving in and allowing him to push the fruit into her mouth, which she chewed a few times herself before swallowing. Her embarrassment stained her cheeks crimson.
The man picked up another piece of fruit, offering it to her yet again. Again she refused, although this time she made a biting motion, and pointed to him.
“You…” he pointed to her “want me,” he pointed to himself, “to feed” at which he pointed to the fruit this time,
“you?” his finger trailed back to her.
“Sen!” she responded vocally as well as physically, nodding her head as her face grew several shades of red deeper. The young man grinned, not at all displeased at the prospect. “Well, if that’s what you want…” he said, taking a large bite of the fruit in his hands.
After what seemed like several hours, the young man passed on the last piece of fruit to the girl via mouth to mouth for what felt like the umpteenth time, and patted his stomach contentedly. While he felt a small craving for meat, the mountain of fruit more than satiated his appetite. Judging by the way the girl lay spread-eagled all over the floor rubbing her stomach and licking her lips moist, he felt that she too was satisfied.
It’s strange… the man thought. I know nothing about this place, or even who this girl is. I know I won’t be able to get any information out of her, not when we don’t even speak the same language! He glanced over at her, and she had stopped licking her lips and seemed to be looking at him. I don’t know who she is, or where she even came from. I don’t even know her name… It hit him then. Perhaps, maybe he could at least ask her what her name was. She would be able to understand that much, right? He felt ill at ease referring to her as “girl”, not after he had already lain with her once, and she had given oral and food. It just didn’t feel right.
“Oy.” He called out, to get her attention. Although she didn’t appear to understand him, whenever he spoke, she would immediately start listening. She sat up, facing him with her lantern eyes.
“My name is-” he said as he pointed his hands inwards, towards himself. “You’re name is…?” He pointed to her with his hands. She tilted her head to the side, not understanding him. Not wanting to give up, he tried yet again. “I’m----” he said once more, pointing to himself, and encircled himself with his other hand, and then to her he repeated the question. “You are….?” He said as he motioned with his hand towards her entire being.
Slowly, the girl closed her eyes, as if thinking very hard about something. She sat very still for a very long time, making no noise or movement at all. After watching her for a while, he was about to give up when she opened her eyes again, her lips moving slowly as they tried to form syllables. “Xr...na_e i_...” She struggled with the foreign sounding words, slipping into her usual speech.
Very steadily, however, she tried again and again. He watched her silently, encouraging her with his eyes. At last, after several minutes, she spoke three syllables. “Cla….air…..ine.” She said at hesitantly, at last. “Cla…air…ine?” she repeated again.
“Cla…air…ine?” the young man said for himself. “Clar…rine? Clarine??” He asked of her. “Clarine?” He said, pointing with his hand towards her. She nodded once. “Clarine.” He said again, and once more she nodded, this time a smile forming on her face. “Clarine, Clarine, Clarine!” the young man said joyously, and the tiny smile on her face grew wider and wider, until she let out a laugh with glee. He shifted on his knees until he sat next to the girl-Clarine, and pulled her into his side with his arm around her protectively.
“Clarine,” he said to her, and she looked into his eyes. “I’m glad to have you here, Clarine,” he said and smiled gently at her. “Sri!” she exclaimed happily, and snuggled closer into his arm.
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