The Inheritance Paradox
Copyright© 2026 by aroslav
Chapter 17 (Eugene’s Story)
Time Travel Sex Story: Chapter 17 (Eugene’s Story) - A gripping tale of time travel, family secrets, and redemption. Nathaniel Holbrook uncovers his father’s extraordinary past, spanning centuries and shaping humanity’s future, while confronting profound truths about legacy, love, and identity. A thought-provoking journey through time, history, and the enduring bonds of family.
Caution: This Time Travel Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Historical Time Travel
AS DAWN CREPT through the foothills, Val slumped in Eugene’s arms as he held the reins and guided the horse along a game trail. The boy, Alex, nodded on his horse and jerked awake frequently, showing unexpected attentiveness to the trail. At one point he’d pointed the correct way when the trail forked.
Eugene could hear the babbling of a stream not far away and guided the horse toward it. It would be good to have fresh water near a campsite. He hoped they could find some shelter.
“Mother, this is it,” Alex said, not raising his voice more than was necessary to get her attention.
They picked their way along the banks and Eugene could see an indentation where a waterfall splashed into a shallow pool. He felt the shore gave them some shelter where they could sleep through the daylight.
“We can camp beneath the tree roots,” Val said.
Eugene slid off the horse and reached up to lift Val down. Then he turned to lift Alex from his horse.
“You did well, young man,” he said to the boy. “Your mother is proud of you.”
“My father...” the boy started. Then tears began to flow from his eyes. “He’s dead, isn’t he? All of them. The cook and servants and chamberlains and my friends. There is nothing left but us.”
“And a few horses. The one you rode, that we rode, and one that followed us through the night.
“Shadow is rightly named. She is always in the shadow of Strength,” Val said, stroking the horses.
“We can make a fire under the tree roots to stay warm,” Alex said.
No. Fires mean smoke and smoke makes you trackable. Better only have a fire at night.
“No fire,” Eugene said. “Unless you want the rebels to find us. In which case, I’ll take my leave.”
“Don’t go. Please,” Val said laying a hand on his arm. “Eugene, you are our savior and protector. Please don’t abandon us.”
“I won’t,” Eugene responded at once. “If I tie Strength to a shrub, will Shadow stay nearby? What is the name of this fine steed Alex rides upon?”
“Lightning,” Alex responded.
“I know you are not a horseman,” Val said. “We’ll take care of them. Are you able to make camp?” She sounded a little condescending.
“There won’t be much to make. We just need a place where we can sleep,” Eugene said. He went to the overhang where a tree’s roots jutted out over the shore and a small beach was relatively dry. He cleaned large stones and branches from the space beneath the tree roots while Val and Alex tethered the horses. Eugene pulled a light blanket from his pack.
“Where shall we sleep?” Val asked looking at the bare ground.
“Use your packs as pillows. Unless you have more blankets in them, you can use mine. I’ll sit up,” Eugene said.
“No,” Val said. “Lie with us. We will not take your blanket and leave you to sleep cold. I will hold my son for warmth, and you can ... lie next to me.”
“I will respect your person,” he said.
“It would not be the worst thing that could happen. That is already past. If you had not come along, we would both have been killed. I would probably have been raped as well. I yield myself as your spoils.”
Perfect! She’s a willing partner.
“I will not extract payment in any way,” Eugene huffed, partly to Val and partly to Galahad. “I did not bring you to the wilderness to rape you.”
They settled together on the ground and Eugene spread the blanket over them. It was only big enough to partly cover them. He made sure the boy was covered and he held Val closely with a bit of the blanket to hold their heat.
“Where are we to go?” she whispered as Alex’s breathing quickly evened out into sleep.
“I’m not sure. It seems the safest direction at the moment would be to make our way to the other side of the mountains. We’ll simply be refugees. I’m sure there will be others. I’ll find a place to get you settled before I go,” Eugene said.
Val settled comfortably into his arms just as Alex was held in hers.
It was about midday when Eugene awoke. Val and Alex were still asleep. He looked at the two for a moment. She had a cherubic face, framed by soft brown curls. Some strands of hair were plastered against her forehead. She was slight and the lack of callouses on her hands spoke of an easy life. Her son bore an unmistakable resemblance. It would be a challenge to get them anywhere without being revealed as royalty.
A ready-made family.
He slipped out from beneath the blanket and went downstream a ways to relieve himself. Not knowing what else to do, he drew his sword and swung it experimentally a few times.
There are forms you should practice.
“Why don’t you show me? I might actually have to use this.”
The longer you stay here, the more likely that becomes.
Eugene followed instructions Galahad imprinted in his mind. He drew the knife and used it in conjunction with the sword, crossing them, parrying with one and stabbing with the other.
“Will you teach me? I need to protect my mother,” Alex said from nearby.
Eugene spun to see him standing a few steps away.
“That’s true. We don’t have a spare sword, so let’s get a stick about the right length for you to practice with until we can get you a sword.”
He looked at the nearby deadwood lying near the stream and chose a length that looked reasonably straight and not too thick for a small hand. He cut it to a reasonable length for the boy and handed it to him.
“I’ve learned by practicing certain forms, not by trying at once to fight. I think if you follow me first and then try it yourself, you will learn quickly,” Eugene said.
Maybe not as quickly as you.
“We’ll see.”
Eugene demonstrated each move Galahad instructed him in and then he and Alex did them together. Then they moved to the next move and practiced both together. Before long, they had both worked up a sweat.
“I need to bathe,” Eugene said, stripping off his clothes and leaving them in a neat pile with his weapons.
He stepped into the pool and found Alex wading in right behind him. They dipped and washed, then had a few playful splashes with each other.
“I wish to bathe as well,” Val said, standing on the shore looking at the boys.
“Ah! We should finish and leave the pool for you,” Eugene said.
“It is not necessary. We are accustomed to bathing together.”
She began removing her clothes as Eugene watched from the pool. Revealed, Eugene upped his estimate of her age. She had a maturity about her that had been concealed by her fear and exhaustion in the night.
Of course. She’s a mother. You don’t think he popped out six years old do you?
“I shouldn’t stare,” he said turning away. “My apologies. You took me by surprise,” Eugene said.
“I expect you will see as much as you wish. We are your thralls,” she answered.
“Val, I have already told you I won’t place you in servitude to me in any way. I am here to protect you and get you to safety.”
“For that alone, I would place my son and myself in your care,” she said, approaching. “I brought a bit of soap. Let me wash your hair. Alex, you, too. You need to have your hair cut shorter like Eugene’s.”
“Yes, mother.”
Eugene knelt in the water so he could dip his head. Alex stood beside him and Val scrubbed at both of their heads with the hard bit of lye soap. Eugene was exactly face-to-pubis with her and tried not to notice. Then she handed him the soap and knelt before him.
“Alex, bring Eugene’s knife from the shore.” The boy jumped to obey his mother. “Cutting my hair will help in my disguise as your serving woman.”
She’s right. Just don’t cut her.
“I suppose you are right. That makes for a good disguise, though I am sad to see your locks fall,” he said.
Collect them and bury them. You don’t want long strands of hair floating downstream to alert passersby that someone has had a massive haircut.
“Alex, please go to the shore, over by the roots and dig out a trench so we can bury your mother’s hair and yours.”
He set about cutting and collecting her hair. He was no hairdresser, but he at least got it about the same length. When he looked at her, he saw the tears flowing from her eyes.
“How old are you, Val?”
“I’m twenty-two summers. An old woman, I suppose. My husband gave me a child the first time we lay together, but he was satisfied with an heir and did not return to my bed once I was known to be with child. My hair was not cut since before we were married,” she said. She cut her son’s hair herself before they all dressed. “I am sad that my husband died, but we have only lived together as parents of our child, not as husband and wife.”
“What do you want now?” Eugene asked.
“I want a husband and children so that in a future time, we can return to claim our rightful place.”
“You know the likelihood of ever reclaiming your throne is remote at best.”
Impossible.
“Yes. But what do you think of the likelihood of my finding a husband and father for my children?”
This is your chance.
“It would seem probable.”