Every Man's Fantasy Ch. 21

"Deer! I've seen them in the forest."

"I'm afraid the deer belong to one of the farms."

"What about the geese on the lake?"

"I'm sorry, they don't allow hunting in the park."

"What about the shitehawks?"

"The what?"

"The seagulls. That's what Ezra calls them. They're a damned nuisance. Can I at least shoot them?"

Ezra laughed at Danielle and Roger's faces, scandalised by the sweet pretty girl being so bloodthirsty.

"We'll think of something," Roger said, winking at Danielle, which meant plans were already in hand.

******

Next day, Yael took Annela and Freya by hover-bus to Arts City, to wander around the streets, staring at the buildings and watching the hovercars zip around the sky. In the shopping centre, they took a lift to the top floor, to look at all the people milling about or riding the moving walkways.

Afterward, they tried on clothes in a shop. At one point, Annela said:

"Hand me that top, please, Tamar?"

Yael stopped dead.

"You called me 'Tamar'!"

"Oh, God, sorry. I know you're Yael. I don't know where that name came from."

"I do!" Yael exclaimed happily. "I used to be called 'Tamar'. You're remembering!"

Annela stood, concentrating, letting the submerged ideas filter on up into her consciousness. She shut her eyes.

"I do remember. ... I remember your friend. A pretty strong girl. She never spoke. ... What was her name?"

"Wildchild."

"Wildchild? That's it!"

"But now she calls herself 'Samothea,' which was her birth-name. ... Do you remember Ezra now? You met all three of us together. You were his nurse."

"I remember something. A little, I think.... I'm not sure. It's foggy, like a dream."

Annela dreamed for real that night. Mostly pleasant dreams, but some of them anxious and disturbing, making her clutch onto Yael in her sleep and wake up in a sweat. Yael stroked Annela's hair and soothed her back to sleep.

Her memories were coming back in a physical form, not a mental one. She felt real pleasure when Freya came to kiss her good morning. She held her daughter tightly, trying to satisfy a sense of joy welling up inside her.

Later that morning, Annela went for tests. Cassie declared herself more pleased than ever with Annela's responses. The repaired tissue in the brain was sculpting pathways and buzzing with activity. Cassie asked Annela to write a report each day on her progress in remembering.

She dreamed again the next night, more vividly, as memories flooded back, emotions pouring out like a torrent. She soon filled up the notebook with her memories and, a day later, had a night of such amazingly real dreams that she woke up sweating, crying out: "Ezra! Ezra!"

He came running from the next-door bedroom, where he had been asleep with Freya. Annela was sitting up in bed, naked and lovely, her red-gold hair modestly covering her shoulders and breasts. Yael lay beside her, half-asleep, yawning and stretching.

"What is it, Annela?" Ezra asked.

"I remember!" she exclaimed, crying for joy. "I remember everything!"

"Thank God!" he said. "Thank God, Darling!"

"Hold me, Ezra. It's all been so strange, so peculiar, not being able to remember, not knowing who you were. Hold me tightly, Darling!"

Freya appeared in the doorway. Yawning and pushing the mop of fiery red hair of her face.

"Is Mummy well again?" she asked.

Yael got up to fetch Freya to the bed, so she could hug her mother.

"Oh, Sweetheart!" Annela said, pulling her daughter into the family hug. "I'm quite well again. I remember lots and lots."

She kissed Freya.

"I remember when you were born. I remember when Yael first held you. I remember taking you to the Cloner Fair. I even remember when you were conceived!"

"What's 'conceived' mean?"

"Yael will explain, Darling. Go to bed with her now, please? Your father and I have some catching up to do."

"What do you mean?" Freya asked.

"Ask Yael, she loves questions," Annela said as Yael led Freya to the other bedroom.

"I suppose I deserve that," Yael admitted, having been a girl who asked never-ending questions, especially about sex.

"Come on, Freya," she said. "I hope the bed's still warm, otherwise we'll have to cuddle closely to get warm again."

******

The door was hardly closed when Annela pushed Ezra onto his back, lay on him and began to kiss him passionately.

"Oh yes!" she said when she came up for air. "How could I have forgotten that?"

"What do you remember, Darling?" Ezra asked.

"I remember our first kiss. How hesitant and fumbling it was. ... I remember trying to seduce you and doing it all wrong. ... I remember my joy when Mirselene announced that I would be your first bedmate. ... I remember my jealousy of Sharne when I had to let you go to her. ... And I remember that day in the forest when Sharne sent us away to make love because it was her period and she thought you were getting frustrated."

"I'll always remember that day," he said.

"And I remember other times when we slept together and didn't make love, when I was pregnant and uncomfortable, or when I was suckling Freya; and you just held me."

He was holding her now, warmly and loving. She snuggled against him, resting her head on his chest. She hummed contentedly.

"Hmm. Yes, I remember," she said, half to herself. "But, strangely, it's both familiar and new at the same time. It's as if I remember the actions but the sensations are new. ... When I kissed you just then, my mouth and tongue knew what to do but I also felt like it was the first time."

"First time, eh?" he asked.

She smiled in response to his smile and pushed herself down his body a little, so his hardening cock pressed against her stomach.

"Do you remember going to our favourite place in the forest to say goodbye on the day you left to join Sharne?"

"I remember I was so exhausted, I couldn't make love to Sharne that night."

"You performed heroically. Care to repeat?"

"Oh yes!"

He pulled her to him and they kissed, like they did before on the forest, longingly, taking their time, building passion and arousal.

He kissed down her neck to her white shoulders, and turned her around so he could move her long light-red hair to one side and kiss the back of her neck. He guided her onto her front and kissed slowly along her spine. She arched sexily in response to his loving lips.

He turned her over slowly, kissing around her thin waist to her stomach and sweetly curving belly, working his way upward to her small round tits. Her nipples were hard when he took a responsive tit into his mouth and teased it with his tongue.

He remembered what she looked like in the forest, nearly five years ago, standing naked in a shaft of sunlight, red-gold hair, white neck and shoulders, pink skin, a triangle of golden curls between her belly and thighs. She was a sexy pink and gold wood-nymph, contrasting with the grey-green forest around her.

Now her red and white beauty glowed orange in the warm yellow light of the table-lamp.

He was working her tits with real pleasure, licking and sucking gently, keeping his touches light and loving.

Annela began to moan in a way that meant she wanted more. He kissed down her belly to her mound, stroking her thighs. Lusty anticipation made her spread her thighs.

He kissed her inner thighs, working up to her mound, but by-passing it to kiss down her other thigh. He went back the other way, kissing her belly this time and letting his fingers gently explore her bush. She was nicely warmed up. A glistening line decorated her small pink slit.

"Mmm, Mmm!" she hummed in happy expectation.

He kissed around her mound again and this time parted the hair to flick the tip of his tongue on her clitoris.

She moaned encouragement every time he did it, raising her knees and pushing up her bottom to invite him to use her pussy. But he teased her by ignoring the invitation, kissing her thighs instead. He worked from one thigh to the other again, spending time on her clit and dabbing his finger tip into the folds of her pussy, then withdrawing.

He performed the same routine again, licking and fingering for longer each time, drawing ever closer to tonguing her properly but always pulling back when she bucked or moaned.

Annela was nicely worked up but knew how to be patient, remembering that Ezra could tease her like this for hours. This time he reached her clit and stayed there, putting his mouth over her vulva, using suction to pull her clit into his mouth.

Now she cried out.

"Oh, God! Just like that. Just ... like ... that ...!"

Ezra pushed a finger into her sopping snatch and pushed downward.

"Oh, God!" she cried again and began to buck, trying to push her pelvis into his face, wanting more.

Ezra continued the same treatment, gradually licking her clit with faster, longer strokes, or sucking her clit between lips and making a zigzag movement with his tongue, meanwhile feeling around in her vagina for the tightest muscles to stretch.

He stopped for a minute to frustrate her, then he repeated. She was squirming all the time now, more than ready to be fucked and, just as urgently, wanting to cum on his tongue and finger. He stopped and forced her to relax.

When he began again, she grabbed his head to keep his mouth in place and even tried to hold him with her feet on the back of his shoulders.

After more of his teasing and her pleading, it was time she had an orgasm. He attacked her clit, sucking it into his mouth to lash it with his tongue.

"Oh my God! Ezra. God! I love you!" she cried as she came. Her legs shook and her back arched. She gripped his shoulders. Her head was thrown back as far as it would go.

He pushed his finger back into her vagina with the tip turned up. He rubbed the sweet spot with a come-hither motion and she convulsed again. The soft cushioned walls of her vagina kneaded his finger, trying to eject it. He continued rubbing.

She arched, and came, and arched again, soaking his tongue and finger.

"Oh, my God! Ezra. Oh, my God! Enough!"

"Enough!" she repeated in a whisper.

This was a genuine request. He stopped fingering her but left his tongue on her clit. She had a couple of aftershocks, where her muscles bunched and relaxed and a warm contentment spread to her legs and arms.

He let her calm down, gently caressing her belly and thighs, placing a few pecking kisses on her tits and neck. She opened her eyes, smiled and then grabbed him. She held him in a powerful hug while the burst of joy ebbed slowly away.

She pushed him onto his back, knelt over his thighs and shuffled down his body to take his cock in her mouth. He was stiff and ready and she sucked him well, raising the tension quickly.

"That's wonderful, Annela," he said, a hand stroking her hair.

He relaxed back and tried not to let the beautiful sensation bring him off. He wanted to last a good time for her.

She cupped his balls and sucked sideways up and down his cock before taking the head into her mouth again, teasing him the way he teased her, with soft gentle sucking and delicate licks.

It was graceful and loving but he couldn't let her pleasure him for too long.

"It's time," he said and she gave a last suck before shuffling back up his body to squat over him. A wriggle of her bottom and a guide from her hand and she had enveloped his cock in her pussy with a sigh of satisfaction. She began riding him, slowly circling her hips, her body low against his, her tits rubbing his chest.

As she grew in arousal she sat up more and picked up the pace, swivelling in a figure-of-eight. Ezra held her waist.

Now she was bucking her pelvis, in long strokes that pushed her clit onto his pubic bone.

Ezra took over when she got tired. He held her hips and thrust up at her, rocking her backward.

Rested and close to orgasm, she grabbed his hands to push herself up and then, leaning backward, her hands on his knees for support, they fucked together in rhythm, climbing to a mutual climax.

"Oh, my God! Oh, God! Oh, God!" she cried out.

Her eyes were shut, her back arched. She felt the tightness in her throat as the spasm began. There was a tingling from her strained erect nipples to her toes, which were stretched out, her calves stiff and aching. Then she came.

"Oh, my God!" she cried "... I love you, Ezra!"

Her legs shook and she pulled off him. Her squirt soaked his belly. She fell forward onto him and he held her.

"I love you, too, Annela," he said, his voice hoarse and tense.

She breathed heavily for a few seconds, positioned herself again and he rammed his cock back into her. They pumped together quickly and her elastic thighs shook. Her spasm lasted a minute, hunching her back and draining her strength. Sweat stuck her hair, to her cheeks and neck.

She came once more. Squirt dribbled onto him again as she pulled away. Lying on him, she used his warmth and strength as a crutch while her breathing settled.

She enveloped his cock one last time and they fucked to the finish. Ezra groaned. His hands gripped her waist hard, helping her move. His cock felt the strain of imminent ejaculation.

"Lean back more, Darling," he said.

She did so and he got the rub he wanted on the top of his cock. It sent her over the edge again and, as she convulsed, her vaginal walls tightened to massage his cock. It was enough. The throbbing in his cock began and he released, a joyful pulsing and relief from all strain.

A few more thrusts and they were both done, tension ebbing away, heartbeats bounding, panting in unison.

He held her tightly as she lay on him, recovering, breathing deeply, silently fulfilled and as much in love as ever before.

******

Next door, Yael stroked Freya's hair as the noisy couple kept them awake. Trying to massage the girl back to sleep, Yael smiled to herself as she gave the curious girl the same kind of evasive answers she had been fobbed off with herself when she was young. But she couldn't evade entirely.

Some of Annela's loud cries and moans sounded more painful than pleasurable and Freya asked: "Is Mummy happy?"

"Yes," Yael said, "very happy."

"Then it's a norgasm," Freya said with confidence.

Just then Annela really did have an orgasm, crying out: "My God, Ezra! I love you!"

Eventually, despite Annela's wailing and moaning and Ezra's groans and grunts, Freya fell asleep. Annela's shuddering peaks and cries kept Yael awake but she didn't mind. She was happy for her friends.

******

After their third time - and more norgasms than Annela could count - she collapsed on him, spent and exhausted. Satisfied at last, she lay with her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. She reached up to put her hands on his face.

"It feels wrong," she said.

"What feels wrong?"

"This. Something's missing. ... It's your beard!" Annela realised. "I used to put my hands in your beard. Why did you shave it off? I liked it."

"Sorry, Darling. I'll grow it again, if you like."

"No, I don't want you to do it just to please me," she said in the teasing wifely voice that meant exactly the opposite.

"I've remembered something else," she added. "You promised to make me fall in love with you again."

"I know."

"Well you failed. Dismally."

"Sorry, Annela," he repeated.

"If I hadn't remembered that I love you, I might have fallen for someone else. There are lots of attractive men here."

"Hmm."

"What does 'hmm' mean?"

"It means I'm glad you remembered. You're mine forever, Annela. I'm never letting you go."

She put her head back on his chest and held him tightly.

"I forgive you, I suppose; ... though I would have liked to have been wooed."

3 Mariotta and Nathan arrive

Mariotta and Nathan Goldrick finally arrived on Celetaris a week before the conference was due to begin. As a society hostess and wife of a senior Anglosphere diplomat, Mariotta was now of an age and social status that she never took hyperspace journeys without a male escort; so her journey was postponed until Nathan's latest mission had finished and he could take an extended leave of absence.

The whole family came to Ocean City Astroport to greet them. All except Annela, who was in the medical centre, submitting to more tests, giving Cassie the profound satisfaction of knowing that her work was even more successful than she hoped.

Mariotta wept, hugging her son tightly, kissing him and thanking God he was safe. She wept a little on her daughter as well, who didn't resent Ezra's special treatment.

"Welcome back, my boy!" Nathan said as he hugged his son. "We thought we'd lost you. Thank God you're safe!"

"Thank Danielle as well," Ezra said. "She's the one who rescued me."

"Believe me, Son, I've thanked her a million times!"

He brought his daughter into the hug and kissed her cheek.

"You're such wonderful children!"

"And who is this charming girl?" Mariotta asked going over to Freya, who was holding Yael's hand, watching the affectionate group from one side.

"I'm Freya Annelasdaughter Woodlander," Freya said.

"She's Ezra's daughter, Madam," Yael added.

"Are you? Then I'm your grandmother, Freya. May I hug you?"

"Yes, Madam. I like hugs."

Mariotta knelt down and hugged her granddaughter, who held her tightly back. Woodlander girls were always polite to their elders and all of them loved hugging.

"Will you call me 'Grandma'," Mariotta asked. "Or do you prefer 'Granny'?"

"I like 'Granny'," Freya said. "Do you have a dog, Granny?"

"No. But there are sheepdogs on the farm. Do you like dogs, Freya?"

"I love dogs. I want one. But Daddy said we can't take one home because of qua-something."

"Quarantine, I expect," Mariotta said.

She kissed Freya on the forehead.

"My name's Mariotta," she said to Yael, offering her hand to shake. "I'm Ezra's mother."

"I'm happy to meet you, Madam. I'm Yael Eloisesdaughter Woodlander. Ezra's my good friend."

"Yael is one of the girls who saved my life on Samothea," Ezra added.

"Thank you for rescuing my son, Yael."

Yael smiled.

"I think we're going to be very good friends," Mariotta said. "You are a remarkably beautiful young woman."

An unaccustomed blush starting on Yael's perfect cheeks, making her even more gorgeous.

"Oh Madam!" she exclaimed. "My friends Wildchild and Hazel are much prettier than me. And my bedmate, Carlin - she's not my bedmate yet but she will be when she's back from the Juniors - she's truly beautiful. She's got dimples and the same colour hair as Danielle. Then there's Kalyndra, Cressi and Thalassa (they're Mariners) and Megan Herder and Glynn Herder and Lorna Herder. They're all Ezra's bedmates. Oh, and lots of others. I've not even mentioned the Cloners and Farmers!"

Mariotta was amused by Yael, pleased that she wasn't shy and tongue-tied.

"Call me Mariotta," she said.

She turned to address the others, naturally assuming command as the best-organised person there.

"Have you men finished being sentimental?" asked the woman who had been weeping her eyes out five minutes ago. "Then we should go to our hotel."

She looked around for the robot porters but they had been requested elsewhere, so long had the family been on the platform.

"Can I carry your bags, Mariotta?" Yael asked.

"Certainly not!" Mariotta forcefully replied. "That's no job for a young lady."

"But I'm much stronger than I look!"

"It's not a matter of strength. It's a matter of making men useful. Roger, would you mind?"

"Of course, Mariotta," Roger said. "Yael, please allow me?"

He lifted the bags and led them to the jet-car station. Ezra carried Freya on his shoulders and Nathan carried his own bags.

In the jet-car, Mariotta said to Yael in a conspiratorial voice that, it so happened, everyone else could hear:

"Here's a lesson for you about men, Yael. ... Never leave them without a task of some kind to occupy them. When they've got nothing to do, men start to fret and become anxious. That's when they get up to mischief."