Chapter 7: One More Time

The next ceremony began seven days later. Jason was a bundle of nerves as he paced the cave awaiting nightfall. Random thoughts were going through his mind. ‘Will I be able to perform? Will I survive this night? She said she’d behave, but look what happen the last time. And why do we need her vote, anyway; she’s only one of five? Why does Anna feel we need her on our side; to vote for what?’

Jason was brought back to the present when Anna returned to the cave.

“It’s time. I saw her outside her cave as I was coming back from my meeting with Running Deer. She even apologized to me and said she was ready. I still don’t trust her, this change in her attitude is too sudden, no one does a complete turnaround all at once. You are going to have to watch her closely. If you feel you’re losing control of the situation, get out any way you can. Now it’s time for you to go. Remember I love you. I’ll be right outside her cave, shout if you need me.”

Jason, dressed only in his loincloth, left the cave and walked slowly in the direction of Starry’s cave. ‘This is what it must feel like to make that last walk to the gallows or the electric chair.’ Soon, he reached the cave; there sat Starry Sky, her head tilted downward, almost as if she was afraid to look him in the eyes, afraid of what she might see.

“Thank you for coming,” she said, her eyes still not looking into his. “Please, go in and get ready, I need a few more minutes and then I’ll join you.”

Jason entered her cave. There was a small torch in its holder caved into the wall next to the entrance. Its light just barely illuminating the interior. He stood next to her bed, untied his cloth and tossed it to the side. When he heard footsteps, he turned. She was carrying her loincloth as she approached him. He examined her body with his eyes. Even into her forties, she still possessed the beauty of a woman half her age. She wasn’t as lean and muscular as her daughter or the rest of that generation; her breasts were bigger and there was a fullness that had succumbed to the effects of gravity and time, but were still very pleasing to the eye. The nipples that topped each breast were fully erect, begging to be sucked. He couldn’t help himself; his body seemed to have a mind of its own. His cock, which had remained flaccid up to this point, began to lengthen, swelling to its full potential and bobbing with each beat of his heart.

“I see you’re pleased with my body. That is good because I can assure you that I am pleased with yours as well. Tonight will be all about your pleasure; do with me what you will.”

She sank to her knees in front of him and began a slow but sensual examination of his manhood. She took his balls into her hand as she gazed into his eyes. “I see you have saved yourself for me. They feel heavy, that is good.” With her hand still holding him, she leaned back until she could capture the tip of his cock between her lips and slowly engulfed his erection.

Jason could only moan with pleasure as he gazed down at her. Her tongue was caressing the underside of its head as she allowed it to slide between her lips, almost losing contact before reversing direction. Repeatedly she manipulated him, bringing him ever closer to his climax.

She too, was close, and as the first rush of pleasure streamed through her body, she stopped, reveling in the sensations running through her body, but not allowing Jason his release. She held him tightly, not allowing him to move and thus stimulate himself to orgasm.

When she felt that his urgency had passed, she allowed his over-stimulated manhood to escape her grasp and crawled past him and onto her bed. She rolled onto her back and, with open arms and open legs, invited him to join her. Jason sank to his knees, positioning himself to go down on her, however as he lowered his face to her sex, she slipped her hands under his arms and said, “No, I told you, tonight is not about my pleasure, it’s about yours.” She held him to her chest as his glorious erection sought a place to enter.

As he entered her in one slow thrust, a soft moan escaped from her as her body quivered with her next orgasm. When Jason felt her arms relax, he pushed off her upper body, his arms bearing his upper body weight as he began to slowly piston in and out of her body. Again and again, he entered her; her body seemed to envelope his erection, the wet heat bringing him ever closer to his release. As his pace began to quicken, she wrapped her arms around his upper body and drew him against her chest. It would not be long now; the closer he got, the deeper he plunged into her. On several of his thrusts, he could feel himself bottoming out. With each of these thrusts, she appeared to wince with discomfort, but she said nothing. It was not his intent to cause her pain, so he tempered his exuberance. He knew he was close. With one last stroke, he buried himself deep within her; he could almost feel the tip of his member brushing against her insides. It felt as if a pair of lips within her body were lightly kissing it as he came, spurt after spurt of his seed entering this unseen mouth.

When he was finally finished, he felt physically and emotionally drained, all he wanted to do was close his eyes. “Rest my child, rest; that was wonderful, better than anything I’ve ever experienced before.” Soon, they both were asleep, each dreaming very pleasant dreams, hers about her previous lover, his about the child of that union.

Neither knew how long they had slept, but when they awoke, they were still joined. As if they were embarrassed by the emotional bond that seemed to be forming between them, they uncoupled before anything more could develop.

“Jason, thank you. Go now, return to her and hold her. She needs to know that you love her, now more than ever.”