Chapter 8: Migration

Peri woke in the soft and comfortable bed, next to the soft and comfortable woman who owned the cottage. He’d worked hard for her the previous day, rethatching her roof and making sure the house was prepared for winter. She had repaid his kindness enthusiastically.

“Now come to bed,” she’d said huskily. “There is more thatch for you to part.”

She pulled off her dress and pointed at the thick bush of hair between her legs. Peri was experienced by this time. After three years of wandering north and south, he understood exactly what she wanted.

“Ah, are you my Eve?” he asked as he fell to his knees in front of her and parted the abundant hair to reveal the delicate fruit inside. At the moment his tongue touched her nubbin, she squealed.

“Ah! Whatever you like, Wanderer. I can be Eve as well as Zelda. Call me by any name, but do not stop doing what you are doing!”

Peri got the message and worked his tongue more frantically on her sex until he was flooded with her juices. He wasted no further time divesting himself of clothes and dove into the woman with his rigid cock instead of his tongue.

“Yes! It is so rare that I have one so young and virile to rut with me. You’ve plowed my fields, now plow my fertile passage. Plant your seed deep inside me!”

Peri did his best to fulfill her desires, pumping and straining until his own fulfillment arrived and multiplied her next climax.

“Don’t go to sleep yet!” the woman said. “Lie back and let me ride you. I will milk another helping from you before we sleep!”

And that she did. Peri’s body rose to the action and took over all his mind as well as his meat. He plunged into her repeatedly as her breasts swung over him and he captured one nipple then the other between his lips. Each time he gave a suck, Zelda screamed her pleasure. It surprised Peri that the neighbors, merely a few hundred yards away, did not come to see what was making the woman scream.

Then his balls were full and he began to pour his seed into her again. She collapsed on top of him and both went into deep sleep.

In the morning, Peri found, the bed was still comfortable. The woman was still lush and naked. But he had no further desire for her. He glanced down at his dick and it was flaccid. The woman awoke and looked sleepily at him, then opened her eyes wide. She looked at his groin and breathed a sigh of relief that there was no further demand on her body. She snatched her dress and began cooking a goat sausage and a dozen eggs. It was enough to feed an entire crew, but between the two of them, they finished every scrap. They were cordial to each other, but it was obvious that it was time for Peri to leave.

“Farewell, sweet ... uh ... Miss. Good harvest to you.”

“Goodbye,” she said, smiling vacantly.

Peri headed out on the road. The cottage was out of sight when Peri began to search his memory for her name. There was only emptiness there.

Peri’s fortune had changed since the days of his youth. He still wandered wherever he would, following the migration patterns north in the spring to help with planting, cleaning, and fertilizing wherever he could find work. In many instances—though surely not all—his workday ended between the legs of a willing partner.

There had been farmers’ daughters, farmers’ wives, at least once a farmer’s mother, dairy maids, seamstresses, shopkeepers, candlemakers, barmaids, shepherdesses, and a wise woman. For each he had done a hard day’s labor or two and was paid with a hard night’s congress. But it seemed all wanted to also help him on his way—often as quickly as possible. He occasionally received a ruri or two, a new pair of britches or a shirt, a hat, a blanket, or even a chicken. The last, he shared with a family of coyotes he stayed with.

Indeed, he was still most comfortable with the animals he met along the way. He often inquired of them how their families fared, what they thought the weather would be, and what was happening in their neighborhood. He was called upon to settle a territorial dispute between an otter family and a beaver family. He stayed with them as long as practical.

“Br’er Bruin,” Peri said politely to the large brown bear he met along the path. “Have you news today?”

“Br’er Talker. You are the strangest of men. But I’ve had no one to talk to in a week, so your company is welcome.”

“I’ve noticed a berry patch just up the slope here,” Peri said. “Shall we sup together?”

“Splendid idea. Perhaps we’ll also catch a fish or two before we nap.”

They went companionably up the slope and began picking and eating the late summer berries.

“‘Twill be an early frost this year,” Br’er Bruin said. “I need another layer of fat around my middle before I find a cave. Who knows? Perhaps I’ll find a Ma Bruin to share my nap with. Will you find a mate to lie with this winter, Br’er Talker?”

“Probably. They seem to want me around for a night. Then I need to leave. They are never interested in me in the morning—nor I in them. I wish I could find my one true Eve.”

“Ma Bruin is much the same way. As soon as she has cubs growing inside her, she doesn’t want old Br’er Bruin around any longer.”

“I’m sorry you don’t have better luck.”

“It’s not so bad. Last spring I mated with six females. Two of them were just six years old! Feisty cubs, but playful. Sisters and I may have left both of them with cubs of their own growing. Who knows. They wandered off after they’d had their fill of me.”

“I don’t think any of my females reproduced,” Peri said. “I’m sure I’d hear about it if I left any young ones behind.”

“There’s a human maiden looking for a mate down in the warm lands a piece. She’s making it very hard on the males who want her, though. They have to pass some kind of test. Too much work for me. If a sow doesn’t present after I sniff her a bit, I lose interest. Her loss.”