The Inheritance Paradox
Copyright© 2026 by aroslav
Chapter 18: (Eugene’s Story)
Time Travel Sex Story: Chapter 18: (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
“WE NEED A LONG KNIFE for our son,” Eugene said, patting Alex on the shoulder.
“So, you have one on your belt,” the smith replied.
“Protecting one should not endanger another,” Eugene said.
“Well-spoken. I might have such a blade as you require if you can pay for it.”
“I’ve traded some furs and skins in town and have a few of your silver coins,” Eugene said, holding out three silver coins.
“Not much in the way of furs, were they?” the smith said, taking the coins.
Eugene had decided before he went into the smithy how much he would be willing to pay for the blade. The smith waited for a response, but not receiving any, he turned to find a blade about sixteen inches long.
“No hilt?”
“I make blades, not handcrafts,” the smith replied. “Surely, you can find materials to make a hilt to fit the boy’s hand.”
“No doubt.”
Eugene handed the blade to Alex to get his approval of the weight. It was difficult to hold effectively with just the metal shaft, but Alex smiled broadly. They left the smithy and Eugene helped Val negotiate for some supplies for their journey. Their foodstuffs had been completely depleted during the journey so far and they didn’t know how far they would need to travel before finding a place to settle.
They packed their saddlebags with everything they would need when they departed the next day. The stableboy had found flat saddles for Strength and Lightning. Val instructed that Shadow have a pack saddle and determined she would continue to ride in front of Eugene on Strength. Their bond had become much stronger after three nights of lovemaking. The saddles were little more than a leather seat strapped to the horse. With stirrups, however, they were much more stable. On the fourth day, they ended their honeymoon and headed north from the crossroads.
Sitting ducks. You’re sure to be followed.
Eugene had the feeling they’d been watched and someone would follow them. A mile north of the crossroads, they guided the horses off into the woods and did their best to not leave a trail. Eugene was certain an experienced tracker would spot it immediately, though.
They were scarcely a hundred yards off the road when they heard horse hooves approach and then pass where they’d turned off. Eugene dismounted and sent Val and Alex on along a game trail, promising to catch up with them at nightfall.
“Alex, you have a knife. The hilt is only wrapped in a rag at the moment, but it will help with your grip. When we skin another animal, we’ll make a proper grip. For now, though, it is what you have to protect your mother. Don’t draw it unless you intend to use it.”
“Yes, Father.”
Eugene smiled, kissed Val, and sent them on. He’d been called ‘Father’ for the first time in his life. He liked the sound of it, even though Alex wasn’t his biological son.
Don’t get distracted. This is a bad idea. You aren’t an accomplished swordsman.
“If they catch up with us, they’ll kill me and rape Val. Then probably kill her and Alex, too. We have a better chance if I ambush them.”
True. Are you capable of this? Swords are not the same as baseball bats.
“Hush and help me listen for them.”
It was several minutes later when he heard the horses returning at a slower pace, looking for where they had lost the trail.
“They won’t go fast through this,” one said. “This is certainly where they turned off the road.”
“Let’s tie the horses and go on foot,” said an older voice. “We’ll come around them from either side. You take the right and I’ll take the left.”
“I’ll find them. That woman looks like a fine catch.”
“Take care of business first. Kill the man and the boy. He had a good sword and they bought a lot of supplies. Three new horses and a woman will be a good haul.”
At least they’re more equal on foot than on horseback.
Eugene moved farther off the thin trail left by his family and hunkered down to wait.
The highwaymen were not quiet trackers. They couldn’t have made more noise if they’d ridden the horses. Eugene made up his mind. There would be no time nor any point in trying to talk to them. He drew his weapons.
A branch snapped just to Eugene’s left and he sprang toward the sound, leading with his sword. He’d pierced the man before he fully saw him. The thief cried out, but the cry was quickly silenced as Eugene sliced across his throat. He quickly moved a few steps farther on as he heard the other man crashing through the underbrush.
“Sammy? Do you have them, boy?”
The second thief stopped when he saw the body.
“Sammy, my boy! No! They caught and killed you! I’ll find them and take you back to your Ma for burial. Their bodies will rot in the wilderness.”
The older man turned and ran directly into Eugene’s knife. He didn’t have time to draw his sword, but fell with his body across his son’s.
Brutal.
“He was just a boy. Maybe twice Alex’s age. If somehow I avoided hell for my other sins, I shall rot there for this,” Eugene spat.
You should strip the bodies and take the horses.
“They have nothing I want. If their horses are spotted by some traveler, their bodies may be found and given a decent burial,” Eugene said.
How very twentieth century of you.
Eugene wiped and sheathed his blades and moved back to the game trail Val and Alex were traveling. As he walked, following the clear trail, he silently wept for the father and son he’d slain.
It was after dark when he finally stumbled upon Alex and Val’s quiet campsite. The horses were tethered nearby and were still saddled and packed. Alex and Val sat on either side of them with blankets pulled around their shoulders. They started when Eugene broke the silence by softly calling their names.
Alex had his blade lying across his lap and swung to point it at Eugene before he realized who it was. He was far enough away not to hurt anyone. Val quickly hid a kitchen knife she’d bartered at the inn for. She jumped up and ran to him.
“Are we safe?” she asked when he caught her in his arms. Alex was quickly caught in the embrace as well.
“For now. We should rise early and put as many miles behind us as possible,” Eugene said.
“Do we need to retrace our steps to the road?” Alex asked.
“I don’t think so. We’ve continued to head mostly northward. This game trail is less likely to lead to any other people, but after we’ve moved farther north, we’ll begin to work our way back toward the west and the road,” Eugene said.
“Come and eat some jerky. You haven’t had food all day,” Val said.
“Yes, my love. Let us all sleep tightly together as we did before the inn. No one will be tracking us tonight.”
The path led them into more mountainous terrain.
“We’ll work on the hilt of your sword tonight,” Eugene told Alex when they camped.
They built a small fire and heated some of their supplies for dinner. Eugene had snared a rabbit before dinner and skinned it, giving the meat to Val to cook into their stew.
Then he cut a length of branch a little thicker than his thumb and the length of the hilt. He carefully shaped the stick to fit Alex’s hand. He gave it to the boy with instructions to rub it smooth with a bit of sandstone they found near the river. Then Eugene set about scraping the fur from the rabbit skin and rubbing the skin smooth on both sides. Rabbit skin was considerably thinner than rawhide, but Eugene figured it would be okay when wrapped in layers.
They finished for that night, satisfied with their work. Eugene told stories of all the lands that lay west of where they were. And he said that there was a great sea in the west that was too vast to go around, but that one day people would sail across it to find the land where he was from. He said one day many generations from then, his descendants and Alex’s descendants would find their way across the sea to the Westland.
Alex slept that night with stars in his eyes and visions of the magical land of Eugene.
“You are such a wonderful father, Eugene,” Val said. “Our children will be blessed.”
“Our children?”
“I am sure I have conceived. We should find a place to settle soon.”
She definitely has and you definitely should.
“I believe I am in love with you,” Eugene said, holding her tenderly.
They continued to travel, and Alex soon had a hilt for his knife that had been a split piece of wood wrapped tightly in wet skin that dried to fit his hand perfectly. Eugene began working with him on his swordsmanship skills with the new long knife.
Before long—time meant little to them—they descended from the mountains and into a forest before the terrain transitioned again onto a coastal plain It appeared they had rounded the northern end of the sea.
That would mean Italy.
“This is probably far enough for us to look for a place to settle. It’s fairly civilized, even in this day and age,” Eugene said.
“Is our day and age generally so barbaric?” Val asked, thinking he’d spoken to her.
“That’s not precisely what I meant,” Eugene backpedaled. “Every age has its own civilization. In the next two hundred years, this area and southwest of here will become the most intellectually and creatively vibrant area the world has ever known. And thus, every age outshines the one before.”
“And your ‘age’ is so far beyond ours it must be like living in the sun.”
“If only I could tell you. Such things are beyond my ability to explain.”
Not to mention it could more seriously mess up the timeline than you teaching Val about cunnilingus.
“And probably above our ability to understand.”
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