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Written in cooperation with Alexis Haines, Housewife; John Thundercloud, Winnebaga
Indian; Sharon Gilbert, MythArc; and Don Thomason, Glastonbury Pilgrimage
Committee. This story is a revision of the origianal THE BENE ELOHIM and includes
the updated version that brings us to understand why the oldest continuing royal family in
the world, the British Windsors, have not only prospered but continue to rule a lot of
God's kingdom today.

The Holy Bible, Authorized King James Version: GENESIS 6:1-2: And it came to pass,
when men began to multiply on the face of the earth, and daughters were born unto them,
That the sons of God saw the daughters of men that they were fair; and they took them
wives of all which they chose.

"And again the Lord said to Raphael: 'Bind Azazel hand and foot, and cast him into the
darkness: and make an opening in the desert, which is in Dudael, and cast him therein.
And place upon him rough and jagged rocks, and cover him with darkness, and let him
abide there for ever, and cover his face that he may not see light. And on the day of the
great judgement he shall be cast into the fire... ...And the whole Earth has been corrupted
through the works that were taught by Azazel: to him ascribe all sin." The Book of Enoch

"Now it came to pass, when men began to multiply on the face of the Earth, and
daughters were born to them, that the sons of God saw the daughters of men, that they
were beautiful; and they took wives for themselves of all whom they chose." Genesis 6:1

THE SONS OF GOD

I lie in darkness. No light, no food, no water has reached me for thousands of years and
yet still I live, buried until Earth's final day. The archangel Raphael imprisoned me here.
Oh, I fought him; but his strength was far greater than mine and besides, our Lord was not
about to let him fail. His anger was beyond even my imagination, when it came.
Truthfully I had always known it would end like this. I accept. So I lay in darkness, a
silent captive beneath a dry desert mountain, awaiting the Day of Judgment. On that day I
shall be thrown into the fires to burn, and burn, and still not die. I accept. Given enough
time, you can.

I am Azazel. To me has been ascribed all sin, beyond even that of beautiful Eve. For this,
I pay. But for all time, while I wait and while I burn, I shall remember. And smile.

In my disgrace I am unknown now, as are my brethren who came with me to Earth. All
two hundred of us lie buried or destroyed. But I remember how once I was an angel of the
Cherubim, the guardians of the fixed stars, and keepers of celestial records. And I
remember brave, blazing Shemyaza, a Seraph, higher and closer to our Lord than me. He
knew well what risk we ran. He had already seen Satanel, another Seraph and the greatest
of us all, thrown from Heaven with all his followers. Yes, the once bright and shining
morning star, thrown from heaven! It shook Shemyaza hard. Yet Shemyaza had wanted it
as much as I, and so he overcame his fear and bound all two hundred of us in a solemn
oath. We all swore to do it. Our Lord sent the archangel Michael, the warrior who will
call us all to the flames one day, to deal with Shemyaza. Oh, terrible Michael! How we
feared him, in the end. Once we looked down on Michael from a greater height,
Shemyaza and me. Now we lie in the belly of the earth on which we once walked with
such wanton joy.

Before we left our heavenly dominions, we two hundred were beings of light and fire, the
Sons of God, the Bene Elohim in the ancient tongue. We were also called the Watchers,
because our Lord chose us to watch over the children, Adam and Eve. And so we did not
support Satanel when he refused to kneel before them. Although we felt for Satanel and
understood his agony and rejection, we did not join his rebellion; instead, we kept apart
from the war, kept our hearts and minds on the children as He had ordered us to do. On
the day he fell, Satanel cursed us for standing aside. On that day, we should have taken
heed.

The watching of the new creation was a solemn duty to us, at first. The gentle creatures
were frail, being of the Earth. Death was not in the Garden, nor disease or sickness; they
lived in the sustaining grace around them, but they did not have our power. And there
were other differences. We were created with the knowledge of all things, while Adam
and Eve were innocent and unknowing. They were ignorant of good and evil, the ways of
the Earth and the order of things. They lived as our Lord intended, knowing nothing of
desire, fear or pain. We were charged with a great responsibility; to watch the children,
always, to ensure they never changed. We were the Watchers.

We did not reveal ourselves except as streams of daylight through cloudy skies or
moonlight on murmuring streams. Unseen, we walked beside them and listened to their
childlike chatter, flew beside them as they ran through the grassy, open places and sat
beside them in the fern-filled woods on temperate summer days. Slowly, our solemn
responsibility gave way to enjoyment of them. We caressed their skin with gentle breezes,
filled their nostrils with the fragrance of roses, and gladdened their sight with wild
flowers everywhere. They laughed at the simplest of pleasures, and it made us love them.
We put seeds in their hands, induced them to bury them and, to their wide-eyed joy and
wonder, we made the Garden abundant for them. Nothing failed them, including us. The
years went by and the children were safe, and truly loved, in our care.

How it was that he slipped by us, I will never know. He had always been the mightiest
amongst us, the prince of the angels, and I suppose we never thought Satanel could
conceive of such malice. Certainly, we could not. We never once thought of how he had
cursed us, as he fell. Had we become careless after all those years, that we left Eve so
alone? We asked ourselves many questions after that fateful day. Poor Eve!

We never guarded the Trees; we just turned the children away gently if they strayed too
close. The fruits from the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil were forbidden to them,
as were the fruits of the Tree of Life. They knew this, although they did not know why;
sweet, simple things, they never questioned why. But their grace was dependent entirely
upon their ignorance. Which they lost, of course, the instant they ate from the first Tree.

Our poor, confused children were thrown out! They were driven from their home before
they could understand anything of what they now felt; shame, fear, turmoil and despair.
They were driven out on our account, for now we could not be trusted to keep them from
the Tree of Life. We failed, and it was Adam and Eve who paid.

In mute shock, we watched them go. Later we questioned the justice of it, but at the time
we could do no more than stand in silent, heart-wrenching sorrow as our children were
driven out of the Garden, to first begin their struggle to survive.

Looking back now, I see how it changed us. It was not only Adam and Eve who fell from
grace. When Satanel shamed us, when the children were expelled for our complacency,
we knew guilt for the first time. We never admitted it, even to ourselves, I think; but in
each of us there grew a private resentment. Though our hearts were changed, we did not
yet dare to disobey our Lord. From our remote height in the heavens we continued to
watch; but we no longer watched for Him. Now, we watched for us.

We had taught them well in the Garden. Adam and Eve survived. In time, they even
taught us something. They turned to each other for comfort in their misery and, for the
first time, we watched them copulate.

Shemyaza and I shared a special curiosity in the children's procreation. It was something
our Lord had not explained to us, we having no need of the knowledge. But it was like a
dance to us, and it fascinated Shemyaza, especially. When he chanced upon a coupling,
he would find me to watch with him, to watch the rising pleasure and to smell the copious
release, and later we marked together the swelling of the women's bellies and breasts.
Then when the women suckled their babies, we watched in silent wonder and moved our
lips to the sounds, the like of which we had never heard before.

The women were a mystery to us. Across the airless void, Shemyaza was drawn to them
and so was I. But our fascination troubled us and to indulge it felt like betrayal, so we
never spoke of it. But this, now, I understand: if you do not voice your longing, it will
grow. It grew in Shemyaza, as well as me. As it turned out, we were not the only ones.

It was the silver-shining Jeqon, a Watcher of the lower angels, who brought it all to a
head as he, Shemyaza and I watched Eve planting seeds one fine autumn day.

"Why do we stay apart from them?" he asked.

"Why?" Shemyaza answered, amazed at the question, "Because that is the Earth, Jeqon,
and we are celestial beings. We belong here, in the heavens."

"That's not an answer. If it's the only one you've got, I say we should be there with them."

"Are you angry with me? Jeqon, I only offer what I know."

I, too, caught his rebuke. It wasn't his question that stunned me, it was his audacity. This
was not the way to put a question to an angel of either the Seraphim or Cherubim. Jeqon's
tone was sharp and accusatory. I could see Shemyaza considering him, wondering if he
had been encouraged to be so brave.

"Well know this, both of you; I am sick to my core with their suffering. They've gone
from ease and joy, to fear and abject misery and we've done nothing but watch from our
glorious heaven!"

His spitting contempt stung, but as I watched Eve drop seeds into the stony holes she'd
made, I remembered our Lord's commands. "We were told not to interfere, Jeqon, it is
forbidden." I answered, softly. "We are to watch them, only. What would you have us
do?"

"Convene the Watchers. Let me speak to them, if you will not. I say again, we should be
there with them!"

I deferred to my brother, as usual. "Shemyaza? You are the highest among us, what do
you say? Shall we discuss it?"

Shemyaza's eyes were darkly glowing in his golden, radiant face, his gaze intent upon
Eve's sweat-streaked, dirty body. His words came slowly.

"I remember the commands. I know it is forbidden, and I do not wish to deceive. But I
remember nothing about where we were to watch from, Azazel, do you? What if we
watched them from on the Earth, just to be closer to them? There would be no harm, and
perhaps we could comfort them with our presence." Suddenly he turned to me, "For
myself, I only want to be closer to them. It's the women, Azazel." He would not say more
in front of Jeqon.

It is tragic now, to remember the pleading in his eyes as he asked me to know his heart,
finally, and my own swift surge of hope. Oh, Shemyaza, I already knew your heart
because I knew my own! From that moment, the rest was inevitable.

And so it was me who coolly said, "Call the Watchers, Jeqon. If we all agree, then we'll
go down and walk amongst them." But then I looked directly into Shemyaza's face,
"Know this, though; if we do more than watch, then it may go badly with us. Let us be
clear on that, when we decide." I swear I saw flames in his eyes. I wonder now; was the
fire his, or was it the reflection of my own?

When the two hundred met, Jeqon put the case for descending. He quoted Shemyaza.
That was clever because all of us, including me, respected Shemyaza and considered him
our leader. Among the Watchers, Shemyaza's word was law. If they knew Shemyaza had
said we might go down, then they would listen. Jeqon spoke carefully, and well. In fact,
those who knew his usual boyish enthusiasm would say he had been coached.

Then the massive red fire of Gadreel, another of the lower angels, pushed his way to the
front. His deeply resonating voice spoke clear and loud. True to his nature, he scorned our
compromises and threw the Fall in all our faces.

"What does it matter where we watch from, if all we do is watch their slow death? Look
at them! They scavenge from the land, and barely have grain enough for their daily bread.
Who among us does not feel responsible? Does it seem enough to you, to go down and be
hidden among them, just to watch them? What good is that? I say we go down, and I say
we go as men!" A ripple of anxiety spread through the throng. "Yes! Let us do more than
watch! Let us repay the debt we owe them. Let us help them and work beside them! We
owe them this!"

A few turned silently to each other to gauge their brothers' reactions, uncertain how to
respond. They were tense, guarded, but none turned away. Then quiet Araziel spoke,
softly shimmering in the muted colors of Earth's sunsets. His voice was the hush of the
end of the day.

"It is true, we all have knowledge they can use. Gadreel, you know metal craft and can
teach them how to make tools. Penemue, you know the properties of all the plants and
can help improve their nutrition. There is so much we can do, all of us. For myself, I
know the ways of the Earth. I see how the harvests have failed, and what the grains need.
I will teach the children these things. And when I do, I will work alongside them so that I
can train them and make their learning complete. I will not be hidden, and I will not
appear to them as I am now. I will be as a man. And as a man, I will take a woman."

Finally, it had been said. His softly spoken words crashed into them like a meteor. The
Watchers burst into uproar, arguments for and against surging like a solar storm around
them. Shemyaza's glowing light paled. "Azazel, what have we done? This goes too far.
Speak to them!" Quickly, I stood forward.

"Araziel, your gifts would ensure the life of the children, and Gadreel, yours too. But we
are not men! Listen to me! Listen!" the conflagration died down, and they turned to hear
me. With some, their eyes were wild; some were defiant, some were frightened. The
Watchers had never been divided before, not even when Satanel had asked us to join his
war.

"Think about what you are saying, Araziel, and you others who agree. To interfere in the
way we speak of is against the commands, this you well know; but if it is to sustain our
Lord's creation, then perhaps we may be forgiven. And you, who disagree, you must
know that if we are to teach skills in earnest then we must show the children how these
things are done. These are not things that can happen as if by accident, as we taught them
in the Garden. So we must be as men, if we agree to show them the ways." All the
Watchers nodded, murmured their agreement; so far, so good.

But the question was no longer 'shall we go down?' or even 'shall we go down as men?'
but now, 'shall we take women?' Shemyaza hissed a low warning in my ear, "Mark well
your next words, Azazel. They will be remembered."

I took a breath, and spoke as reasonably as I could. "Watchers, to appear as men and to
live as men are two distinct things. If we give up our power and take on the bodies of
men, then we may teach them well. But we still belong to our Lord. Whatever we think of
what happened, and yes, I know you think of it, we are still His. If we lay with the
women, then we cheat Him. It is betrayal, Watchers. It is Sin. Think on it. When we are
ready, we will decide. We will decide as one!"

They discussed it a long time, in pairs and in little groups. Some stood a way off and
watched the children while they considered alone. Shemyaza and I watched the children
too, while we waited, saying nothing until Shemyaza said to me, "Azazel, whatever they
decide, and they will decide to go down it's just a matter of how, I am the highest one.
They listen best to you, but I am the one who will bear the wrath, if it goes badly. I don't
want to be the scapegoat."

"Tell them your fear, Shemyaza. You may find they will have consideration for your
position. If our decision is to go down as men, and to take women as men, then make
every one of us swear to it before we go. Then no Watcher can ever say that what he did,
he did only in obedience to you."

And that is how it was done. That is how I doomed us all.

THE DAUGHTERS OF EVE

The Bene Elohim, the Sons of God, made friends with my son Cain and his people first. I
didn't know them then, because after the terrible thing Cain did, he left Adam and me. I
don't know which hurt me the most; that, or the killing of my beautiful Abel. Anyway,
Cain made his own life away from our community. My daughter, Awan, went with him to
be his wife. So I lost three of my children that day. Adam said Cain had to go, even
though I begged him not to drive him off. No use, of course. He wouldn't even talk about
it. He just reminded me that, here on Earth, God made men master over women. It was a
long time before I could bear him near me again, after that.

So anyway the Bene Elohim came down and met up with Cain first. I heard about it from
Awan when she came to visit one day. No need to tell me something was up; she looked a
sight, I can tell you.

She came riding into our village on a white ass, with a gaggle of her women in tow. My
son Seth and my daughter, Azura, were working in the fields with their boy Enos. Their
girl, Noam, was helping me to fire the new pots. She had an eye for her brother already,
much the way Awan had for Cain when she was her age, so I kept her out of the fields
until she was old enough to marry. It wouldn't be long; my daughters have always been
ready for baby-making.

"Mother! Mother! Look who has come to see you!" My beautiful, tall Awan with the
flowing red hair ran across our village center and caught me up in her long bare arms,
giggling and swinging me about until my heart melted for the love of her.

"Awan, my fine daughter, what have you to say for yourself? I have not seen you for too
long! Let me look at you... what have you done to yourself? Noam, look at this!" Noam
ran over to see.

"Oh, Aunt Awan you have patterns all over you! They are so beautiful! See, Eve, they are
on her hands and all along her arms and, oh, they don't rub off! And your golden dress,
Auntie, where did you get it? What is it made from? Look Eve, it is so fine, you can see
through it!" All the women were giggling helplessly, nudging each other and whispering
behind their hands.

"The patterns are stained in my skin, Noam. They will fade away eventually." Awan
explained. This material will last longer; it is called byssus and it comes from animals
that live in the sea. They live in shells, and grip the rocks with fine threads, and people
make byssus from those threads."

"How do they make it, and what is the sea? Can we have one here? If they lived in a sea
here, would someone make a dress like this for me?" The poor girl blushed at the
uproarious howls of Awan's tribeswomen, but in truth I understood little more than she
did.

"Awan has a lot to tell us, Noam, let us make her and her tribeswomen comfortable. Fetch
water for them to wash and put bread and fruits on the table under the shade trees.
Quickly now!"

When we were settled, Awan told me of her visitors. "They say there are more of them,
but there are just ten in our village. They have been with us for two years now. They
won't talk of where they came from but they are different from us, many of them have
golden hair and blue eyes, Mother, can you imagine? Blue, like the sky! They built homes
for themselves in our community. But they go about on their journeys, sometimes they are
gone for weeks, and when they return they have many things for us that they give us for
nothing in return. Oh, and Mother, they have taught us so much! So many things have
changed. You must come, and bring Seth and Azura and the children, bring the whole
village! You see how well we look, we owe it all to them and you should live so well too.
Say you'll come?"

"Easy, girl. I have seen such as you speak of before. I know where they come from. I don't
know why they have come. Do you know? Hmm?"

Awan had the decency to blush, and lower her eyes. Nothing in return, indeed! "Cain does
not mind, Mother. He says they have spoken of many more things they can do for us. It
pleases him that they stay."

I passed her a pot of dates. "Eat, and tell me."

As she reached for one she asked, "You see my hands?" How could I not? Her fingernails
were stained deep red, her hands and arms trellised in dark brown and red patterns. The
artistry was of another world. I saw the swirl of water streaming around a stone, the long
fringed spread of a senna leaf, the tiny petals of wildflowers, the furl of a dove's downy
breast feather. My daughter's hands and arms were living glimpses of the Garden. They
had made her a messenger, sent her to tell me they were here. My throat tightened, my
eyes stung, my heart grew heavy for my divided family and our lost paradise. But Awan
had never heard of the Garden; to her, she was made beautiful with pretty patterns, that
was all.

"Mother, you do not like it?"

"No, Awan, I like it, I am just in awe of it. Tell me how it was done. Tell me this artist's
name."

"He is called Azazel. Oh, he is tall, his eyes are the darkest blue, his hair is blue-black in
the sun, and when he looks at me I feel like he can see right into me. Cain does not look
at me the way he does. Azazel makes me feel, oh, I don't know, I feel like the air is light
when he is near me and I must breathe deeper to keep from falling. Does that sound silly?
My heart beats stronger near him. It was like that from the moment I first saw him." She
fell quiet.

'She misses him,' I thought. I could not chide her for her roving eye; I, too, knew loss of
love.

"Oh, I must tell you! You remember our son, Enoch? He is fifteen and married now. He
got a horrible skin infection this spring. It frightened me; his legs were red and itching
and it was spreading. Then Azazel's friend, Shemyaza, came and said he knew a plant that
would cure it. He came back later that day with a plant from the marshes; he called it
henna. He ground the leaves and mixed in oil and made a paste. Then he and Azazel
smeared it all over Enoch's legs and the itching stopped right away. They did this for three
days and after they washed him clean on the fourth day there was no sign of the contagion
and it didn't come back! Shemyaza is beautiful too, Mother, and so wise! He knows all
the plants and what illnesses they can cure."

"That is truly useful and I am glad for Enoch, then, that they were there. So... tell me
about these designs, daughter! Who did them, Shemyaza or Azazel?"

"Well I'm getting to that. After they had cured Enoch, they told me about henna. They
said they used the marsh plants on Enoch because those grow differently from the shrubs
in the dry lands. Azazel said the marsh plants would not mark Enoch's skin, but if they
had used the leaves of the dry growing henna, then Enoch's skin would have been stained
and it would take many days for it to fade. Azazel was drawing on a slab of clay while he
talked, and then he showed me the design he had made."

"He asked me if I liked it, and when I said it was strange but beautiful, he said that was
just how I was to him. And he said that, if I let him, he would paint his designs on me
with henna so everyone could see how he saw me." It had taken some time for her to
summon up her courage, but a few days ago she had gone to him.

My daughter's eyes were distant as she described how he had painted her. She had gone to
his house in the dry heat of the afternoon while the others slept and, while his friend
watched, Azazel had untied her dress and slipped it down from around her. He had laid
her down gently, naked to her waist, on his cot. With his long, cool fingers he had washed
her, tracing the patterns he wanted to draw in little rivers on her skin, whispering to her
how each curve would be made to charm all who looked upon her. Then, after he had
dried her, he had patiently trailed the henna paste in fine, ornate designs on her hands,
feet, arms and breasts. He sat with her while it dried on her skin, keeping her still and
wide-eyed with promises of other things he would do to make her beautiful beyond
compare. As the paste had dried and flaked off, he had blown it away gently with his cool
breath to reveal the patterns beneath, deeply stained in her skin.

She told me no one had ever made her feel like that. When I asked, 'like what?' she
simply whispered, "Cherished".

Awan described how he had smoothed the last of the henna from her breasts, then, as
Shemyaza watched from across the room, he had gripped each of her nipples and slowly
rolled them between his index fingers and thumbs until they swelled. Smiling down at
her, he had bent his head to suck first one, then the other, and she had felt the yearning
build between her legs. "He was so slow, Mother, it was such rapture," she told me.

He had pulled away his skirt to show her his rigid and distended state. "For you, beautiful
Awan," he had told her. She had expected him to mount her then, and spread her legs for
him, but he did not take her. Instead, he spread her lips and held them open while he slid
the tip of one finger between them, drawing the juices from her and spreading them
around and around her little tongue. Then when it, too, had swelled, he had slid down and
between her legs to pluck it gently with his lips. She had looked uncertainly towards his
friend, who had smiled encouragingly at her as he pulled on his own imposing erection.

"Then Azazel slipped his fingers into me, Mother, and pulled them out, then in again, and
I got wetter and looser. Cain would have been all done by then, but he just kept
pleasuring me until I thought I could stand it no more. He put more fingers into me, and
twisted them and hooked them and kept spreading me wider. I couldn't believe what he
was doing!"

She begged him to take her. But still he did not. It shocked her, but instead he opened her
anus in the same way, spreading her with her own juices. She had let him do it to her.

"Then he rolled me on top of him, Mother, and told me I could have him, but that I must
let his friend have me too. I said yes; I would have said anything to have him inside me.
When I slid myself down onto him, I thought Shemyaza would take me after Azazel was
finished. But Shemyaza didn't wait. He came over and knelt behind me, and he spread my
cheeks and pushed himself into my back passage while Azazel was in me. I wanted to
pull away, but Azazel thrust himself further up into me, and I could think of nothing after
that."

She had held herself still for them. They took her together; sometimes they thrusted
together, both filling her at the same time. Sometimes they countered each other; one
pushed himself into her while the other drew himself out. They moved slowly,
sensuously, giving her time to feel their bulk inside her. "They made me moan, Mother;
they made me like it. Then they went faster, and harder, and I cried out because I was
shuddering and my womb was pulling on Azazel's organ."

They slowed, but they didn't stop. Azazel steadied her, stroked her hair and told her how
beautiful she was, how much she pleased them, that she was perfect for them, while they
continued to take her. Then they moved faster and faster, each thrusting to his own
rhythm, until finally one and then the other lunged, to spend his seed deeply within her.
Then they collapsed together in the pools of their shared sweat and juices, and she slept
through the heat of the afternoon. When she awoke, she found they had washed and dried
her clothes for her, and they washed and dressed her like handmaidens before walking her
companionably back to her home.

With a shake of her head, she came back to me. "Ha, ha! So, I have become a plaything
for Azazel. He says my thighs cry out to be painted, and he will make them blossom like
the desert has never seen. Isn't that funny? But Mother, I have so many gifts for you. I
have food! And this material, I have some for you, and for my sister. Where is she,
anyway? Isn't it time for her to come in from the fields? I'm going to get her, she works
too hard! You all work too hard!" I watched her run off.

God gave Adam and me long life. We age slowly, and I am still able to bear children. I
don't know if it is in compensation or retaliation, but Adam and I have lived here
hundreds of years since we were thrown out of the Garden. In all that time, I have never
once lost my temper. As soon as I ate the fruit, I knew I'd been tricked. I knew there was
evil in the world, and I knew it had used me. I gave the fruit to Adam so that I would not
live in estrangement from him, for how could I have lived without him? It was selfish, I
know, and I have born my shame, and his unspoken reproach, for all these years without a
murmur. I never sought the name of my deceiver, or blamed him a single day. I chose to
eat the fruit. I alone.

But I would not stand by and see my daughter induced to commit the sin of adultery by
another of their kind! No! Not again, no!

The dates went flying as the dashed pot shattered, before I even realized I had it in my
hand.

That evening we sat around the fire on the rooftop of our house and listened to the
women tell of Enoch's marvelous recovery, their full stores of food, and their plentiful
supplies of fresh water. They talked of the trade the visitors had started with other
communities, and they speculated on the new things the strangers would teach them. I
drew Adam aside. For once, he was willing to listen to me.

"I must go and meet with them. I am the matriarch, the daughters are my responsibility.
Their influence may be all for the good and food and medicine we can use, but I am
concerned about their intentions."

"I agree. I would come too, Eve, but it is September and the early sowing must begin
soon. Not all the fields are ready. If we leave it too late, we will miss the winter rains and
the barley and wheat will fail. This is your duty, Eve; I give you leave to go."

Like it was his idea.

Awan stayed with us for three days and nights. Adam and I never ate better in all our days
on Earth. She and her women had brought us dried animal meat, a strange thing but so
good in the barley broth. There were roots too; onions, garlic, leeks, and turnips. Adam
slept like a baby through the night, after he had burped his satisfaction through the
evening. By the time I left, it was not the intentions of the strangers he was interested in
so much as the learning we might gain. Like father, like son.

From the first, I declined the gift of the shining thin material, keeping to my plain flax
homespun. Awan was disappointed.

"But you are my Mother, and I want you to look your best. Wear it when you come back
with me, for my new friends! They will think I do not want to share nice things with you,
that I don't care about you."

"What they think of either you or me is not my concern. I will not dress to please them,
Awan, I will dress in consideration of my status. I am the Mother, as such, it pleases me
to have modesty. Do you realize you can see the hair above your legs when the sun
catches that material? When the breezes blow, I can see the shape of your nipples through
it! Do you not care? Does Cain not care who sees your goods? You embarrass your father
and your brother, and young Enos can not take his eyes off you. His sister asks every day
when she can wear it. Do you not see the trouble it causes?"

After that she wore flax while she was with us, but refused to travel back in it. She said it
would be degrading for a woman of her status to wear flax among her folk, and Cain
would be displeased. I worried what other new customs and attitudes had been wrought
by these strangers. Perhaps I would not be able to influence my daughters for much
longer. It was with a troubled heart that I said goodbye to my husband and our village.

Cain's community was to the east, on low land near the edge of the river marshes. Three
days journey later we came to the small hill that must be crossed before descending to his
valley. As we broached its crest in the late afternoon, I saw my son's home for the first
time in many years.

"Heavens, Awan! Are there people living in all those houses?" I had no idea how their
community had grown.

"Well, some of those buildings house the extra grain we harvested this spring and over
there is our hospital, but most of the buildings are homes for our people, yes."

We rode down towards the city, my daughter and her womenfolk talking excitedly now. I
had butterflies in my stomach; suddenly I felt unsure of my place among these people.
They didn't seem like my family any more. Somewhere along the way they had grown
apart from me. Would they know me? Would it mean anything to them that I am Eve, the
Mother of them all?

In the distance, I saw a small group of men coming out from the town. They came along
the beaten track on foot to meet us. As they came nearer, I heard a strange noise carried
on the breeze, like birds singing in unison. They were playing flutes, made from the
marsh reeds. The men were playing, chanting, beating small drums, and clapping. They
sent a rhythm like the sound of my heartbeat on the air towards me. I had never heard
music before. It shocked like an unripe grape on the tongue, called like a dreamer's cry in
the night. It sounded like the serpent in the Garden; wild, beckoning.

"They welcome us, Mother! Our friends have all come to welcome us!" Awan leapt down
from her mount and ran down the road to join them, the women likewise dismounting,
clapping and ululating in jubilation. Suddenly all around me there was laughing and
dancing, hands waving to the sky, singing, twirling bodies weaving around me, all to a
wild, thrilling, crashing, pulsating sound. I felt dizzy, until I locked eyes on one who
stood still before me, his head tilted slightly to one side with a bright, mischievous smile
on his face. His steady, gray blue eyes were finely lined at their corners, betraying the
weathering of many other smiles. He was tall; I had stayed mounted and his eyes were
almost level with mine, even as he bent slightly forward at the waist to hold my attention.
For his height, he was broad shouldered; his chest was bare and hairless, his skin was
deeply tanned; not olive like the color of my menfolk, but golden like the color of the
long byssus skirt he wore. It was wrapped around his lean and muscled abdomen, falling
in soft folds to his calves. He stood in a wide stance before me, his fists on his hips. I
could see the bulk of his penis and testicles. His smiled broadened as I quickly looked
back to his face. His hair was the color of the burnt wheat stalks left over from the
harvest. It fell away from his square face in short straight sheaths as he shook his head
and laughed at my frank assessment of him. He was clean shaven, his mouth straight and
firm between the hollows beneath his cheekbones. He was fine. He was very fine.

"Welcome, Eve." His voice was quiet, yet I heard him clearly below the whoops, and
trilling and drumming all around me. "I am Shemyaza. You are long known to me, Eve,
and I welcome you. We are all honored by your visit; thank you for deciding to come.
Shall we see if we can move them? Otherwise I fear we shall be spending the night here!"
He spun around with a sweeping gesture of both strong arms and all moved as one,
noisily following Shemyaza along the road to my son's city. Apparently it did, indeed,
mean something that I was Eve.

THE CITY

I like to remember her arrival. It is a joyful memory, one that has sustained me through all
the ages I lay buried here. The city's welcome was tumultuous and we were pleased for
her; it made her feel proud to be so exalted. Even so, Eve left the airs and graces to her
daughter. And how my Awan put it on! The bare acknowledgements, the haughty regard
as she rode through the street crowds clamoring for a glimpse of the Mother; it made me
laugh, but not Eve. Instead, Eve dismounted the patiently plodding ass and went through
the crowds on foot, taking hold of outstretched hands and greeting all warmly. And when
she came to Cain and Awan's house, she wagged her finger gently at the wide-eyed awe
of the gathered servants. She kissed their cheeks, held their babies, and smiled, and
smiled, and smiled, until her face began to ache. Then she caught Awan's eye and
scowled at her. My little minx giggled as she led her mother away to her chambers.

We had built the house large in preparation for this day. It was as four houses in one, built
around a courtyard, with another two on top. Some of the rooms were not for living in.
They were the industrial center, where women combed clean, washed fleeces, and others
drew the fluffy wool into yarn with spinning spindles. There were rooms where women
wove yarn on huge looms we had built for them. There were natural yarns of creams and
browns, but also flashing reds, warm oranges, and deep midnight blues. The indigo plant
had yielded our favorite dye. In other rooms, flax fibers were spun into threads and woven
into cloth. In the smallest rooms, women combed and twisted the hair-like filaments from
the pen shell mollusk, to make the fine golden weavings of byssus silk. Awan told me
later there had been wonder on her mother's face, but Eve had said the most gratifying
thing to her was the children's glowing skin, the women's plump arms, their strong teeth,
and the glossiness of their hair.

And she had loved her rooms. We had made them cool and airy with south facing
windows and smooth walls. We had covered the floors with rugs and cushions of finely
woven wool. The rooms were simply furnished, but the square-framed tables and chairs
were handsomely made. The bed's rushes had been cleansed with cedar oil and their
perfume filled the rooms. We had traveled far for the oil, but it was worth it to hear how
she had closed her eyes and inhaled deeply when she entered.

We had built a spacious room off the sleeping quarters and sunk a glazed tile bath into the
floor. The bath faced the west wall, where we had set wooden doors so the room could be
opened to the beauty of the setting sun. Beyond the doors was a small private courtyard,
dense with shade trees, flowering shrubs and pots of flowers. There was a small fountain,
and here and there we had set low couches and tables for her. It was not quite the Garden,
but it was beautiful nonetheless.

Shemyaza and I had filled the biggest clay samovars with water earlier in the day, and set
them over fires outside the kitchens. By the time she arrived, they were ready. We filled
big pots with the heated water and tied them to the center of long poles with stout flax
ropes. We sent them to her rooms suspended between pairs of strong men, each pair
carrying a pot between them. The bath was soon full of warm water, and finally she was
alone to soak away the journey, the dust, the worry, and the tumult of her welcome. Well,
almost alone. I sat hidden in the courtyard, across from the open doors. I had not been
able to watch her since our descent, and I had missed her.

As I listened to her splashing, a mocking bird sang to the encroaching evening. The fine
drapes billowed at the courtyard doors, catching the color of the flaming sunset. The soft
air was drenched in the heady evening scents of flowers. And then Gadreel appeared, his
fire-red hair glinting in the slanting rays of the sun. I watched as the drapes drifted just
enough for her to glimpse him through the courtyard doors. My brother turned and
nodded to me; I wordlessly acknowledged him in return, and he left.

I heard the urgent splashing almost immediately, as she hurriedly left the bath. Just then
Awan's youngest maidservant came to help her dress for the welcome dinner. Eve said
nothing about her visitor. But as soon as she was dried and dressed, Gadreel returned.
This time, he ignored me.

"The guests may as well all go home. You have outshone them already," he declared from
the entrance. "But so you can be sure, I bring you a gift, if you will have it."

His voice was deep, resonant, masculine. As I watched, the maid silently left and Eve
came to the courtyard doors. The red glints danced in his wildly twisting hair, short
unkempt beard and moustache. As a man, he was broad, powerfully built and tall, but
shorter than Shemyaza and me. He disdained our golden skirts and bare chests. Tonight
he was dressed in his customary long brown woolen tunic and armless cloak; one heavy
hand rested on his chest, grasping the cloak's edge, and one held a green linen bag at his
side. He looked like he'd dropped by on an evening stroll. He sounded like he meant
business.

"I am Gadreel, and you know what I am," he told her, quietly.

"I know what you are." Her response was cool. "And do you know that I do not trust you,
Gadreel?"

"You think I came to see you naked?" he retorted. "To take advantage of you? I saw you
bathing, yes; but I didn't come sneaking for a second look. I came to give you this, and
now I see I have again chosen my moment badly so I shall leave."

"So then, you come and go as you please? It seems all your kind can do that. Well I can't
stop you. But before you go, tell me why you're here. These are my people; I have the
right to know."

He turned back to face her. For a moment, I thought he would strike her. He breathed
heavily, nostrils flaring as he glared at her; and then his breathing slowed, his eyes
widened, and a smile broke across his face. And then he threw back his head and roared
with laughter until the small courtyard was full of the sound of it. It was too much for her.
Now she was the angry one.

"What is so funny?! Stop it! Stop it, you... fool!"

He doubled up and howled. I chuckled inwardly at the sight of the tears streaming down
his face.

"Eve! Oh, Eve! Oh please, don't do that!" He gasped and hooted some more until he had
his breath back. She approached him, until she stood directly before him, her feet flat
upon the ground on which she stood. The ground of her Earth. Not ours.

"Gadreel. For hundreds of years I have survived starvation, scorching summer droughts
and ruinous winter floods. I have struggled in this wilderness with fear, shame, and my
husband's silent reproach. I have born children in blood and ripping pain; my offspring
now populate the Earth. What is so funny about my asking you a straight question?"

Neither Eve nor I expected the tenderness that came over him. His face softened in the
fading light as his eyes wandered over her with open admiration.

"I am sorry, Eve," he said, finally. "I had no right. It's just that I think of you as a child
still, because you were just that to me, when you were in the Garden. I was there with you
then, you know."

"No you weren't. On one day, you weren't."

She hurt him, then. His eyes snapped closed, and his face contorted in a grimace as a
wretched groan rose from his chest. He hissed through clenched teeth.

"I have sworn, Eve, I have sworn if I ever see him, I will tear him apart with my bare
hands. I will eat his gore. I would even kill myself, if it would put you back." He opened
his eyes, blinked rapidly at the sky then looked to the ground. He could not look at her. "I,
too, have struggled with shame. For all this time it has scourged me, and it will never end.
I am even too ashamed to ask you to forgive me."

In the deepening shadows I heard his pain, the pain that had driven him to argue for our
presence here as men. The pain I had used to persuade him.

Eve was dumbfounded, but he still would not meet her eyes. At last it dawned on her that
this stranger she had never seen before had suffered every living moment with her since
the Fall. And then I heard her gasp. Of course; she had just told him she did not trust him.
I saw her compassion, then. Her heart told her the words to say.

"I don't know how to soothe you, Gadreel, but you should not suffer on my account. I
made the choice; it was of my own free will. Perhaps I was a child then but as a woman,
now, I forgive you. Will you accept that from me?" He considered and then, quietly, he
spoke.

"Know this, Eve. When you look upon my gift, you will look upon the most beautiful
thing ever created. If you will accept that from me, then we are atoned."

Quickly, he grasped both her wrists and pressed the bag he held into her hands. Then he
darted away and strode purposefully about the courtyard, lighting the wicks of the nearest
oil-filled lamps. He stayed away from me. I watched her open the drawstring bag and
draw out something flat, oval, and hard. I smiled in recognition; I had watched him make
it, a magical thing. It was the width of a small melon and the color of moonlight. Its stem
was set into a long, gleaming, dark wooden handle. It was tapered and balanced and lay
easily in her hands. In his workshop, he had shown me the smooth rings of gold
encircling the wood, and the tiny figures of golden animals and dancing people, the silver
tendrils of plants and branching trees, all in relief and chasing around the silver oval in a
wide band. She didn't understand it, but she saw it was finely crafted and a beautiful thing
and she told him so.

Slowly, deliberately, he stepped close behind her. She froze. I could see his body pressing
against hers. From her breathing, I could tell her heart was pounding. Gently, he brought
his arms around her. He took the thing and turned it over in her hands.

"No, Eve," I heard him murmur, "I poured all my skill into the making of it, used the
purest gold and silver I could find, but what you have seen so far is not the most beautiful
thing ever created. This is."

He raised her hands up to her face while she held the thing, and I heard her gasp again.
She had seen her wavering reflection before in deep pools of water, but in Gadreel's
polished, silver mirror I knew her face was as clear as if she were looking at another
living being. Her trembling hand moved over her face; she felt it, and saw it at the same
time. Her eyes were bright, dark and alive.

I watched Gadreel's arms slowly drop away from hers and fold around her waist. I heard
his entreaty. "Permit me, Eve, please. I have dreamed of this. Tell me what you see in the
mirror. Spend this moment with me; let me hear your sweet, low voice. Let us be atoned."

She could not speak. This passionate creature, this gifted artisan who spurned finery for
himself, had created for her a gift the world had never imagined. I heard her sigh a single
word; "Cherished".

I watched her lean back, stretch her chin and neck, and tilt her head back into his chest.
She held the mirror high above them. Beneath the emerging stars, in the flickering lights
of the lamps, I watched and listened as she healed them both.

"I see that my mouth is soft, Gadreel, with a fullness that I like."

He pulled one arm tighter around her waist while he raised the other across her breasts, to
slowly caress her shoulder. In the mirror, she must have seen that his eyes were closed.

"More," he said.

"My skin is like the senna plant. It is the color of the pods before they are fully ripe; it is
brown, but it has the gold of the senna flower and the green of the leaf in its color."

"Yes."

"My cheeks are high in my face, and wide beneath my eyes. My face is smooth, like a
pebble from the river bed."

He bent his head to her hair and sighed.

"My chin is shaped like a bird's egg and my jaw is firm, but not heavy."

"No, not heavy at all." He pulled her tighter against him and began to sway her gently,
slowly.

"My nose is straight and high; my nostrils are fine, they curve like bird wings rising into
the air."

"They are beautiful."

"My eyes are shaped like almonds. They are dark as night. They are shining."

He lifted his head. In the mirror, their eyes met and held for one moment; then he pulled
her around to face his hunger, to see the slackness in his mouth just before he plunged it
down upon hers. He pressed her to him with one hand on her back, the other against her
buttocks. I watched him adjust his stance and press himself against her, against her body
and against her mouth. She melted into him, weak beneath his crushing strength and his
need for her. In that moment, for them, there was nothing else.

He folded her to his chest in silence when he had stopped kissing her. She clung to him,
holding the mirror limply at her side. I knew she was evading the awful guilt that would
come, holding instead to the scent and solid feel of his body. They had achieved their
atonement; she was blissful again, at long, long last.

"Eve, you must go to the dinner," he told her, eventually. "You will be missed."

Reluctantly, she came back to the world. "You won't come?"

"No. I will be alone, thinking of you." He lifted her chin and smiled down into her face. "I
will see you again." And then he left, the way he had come; still sounding like he meant
business. He threw me one meaningful look as he strode past me. He was hers; I
understood. It was the bargain we had struck when I persuaded him to argue for coming
here, when all the Watchers had met to decide. I would not break our agreement. I only
wanted to watch.

And I did watch her for a while, as she sat inside with Gadreel's gift in her lap, vacantly
staring at her lost-looking face. Then I left her, to await her presence at the dinner party
on the nearby roof.

The musicians were there, including a harpist who was playing a light and bouncy sound
that buoyed up the laughter and chatter of the guests. The servants had almost finished
bringing up the platters of food. The low tables were full of meats, breads, and fruits.
There were pots of cooked leeks, lentils, and mashed turnip, and plates of cool
watercress, lettuce, and beets. She came quietly among us, and Shemyaza, sensing her
mood, solicitously selected a small amount of each meat and handed her the plate of
samples, explaining what they were. There was cooked pigeon, goose, goat, mutton, beef
and gazelle. Another Bene Elohim joined them both, lowering himself easily onto a
cushion beside her, effortlessly balancing his wine cup. I sat nearby, where I could hear
them and watch Awan at the same time. Shemyaza introduced our brother.

"This is Penemue, Eve. He is busy in the kitchen most days, or gathering herbs from the
fields. He knows them all, the bitter and the sweet." He was a gentle creature, slim and
lightly built with graceful hands and long limbs. His fine, golden hair fell to his
shoulders, reflecting the light of the lamps around him. His eyes were blue, but not the
gray-blue of Shemyaza's; his were the blue of a cloudless summer sky, the flower of the
flax grass. He was fascinating and strange to her, and she found it hard not to stare.

Penemue was sensitive, and knew how to draw her out. "What do you think of the lamb?
I cooked it in a pot with salt, water, beer and onions and with coriander, cumin, and
garlic. I hope you like it," he added, shyly.

"It is wonderful. In my village, it is the women who work in the kitchens. Would you
teach me the recipe to take back to them? The whole village would enjoy this. But of
course, we have no sheep. Abel was our shepherd, but when... We don't know how to care
for them."

"Sheep and goats are easy to raise, they will find the forage they need and they do not
require as much water as cattle. You have some oxen for plowing, do you not? But you
do not raise cattle for milk or meat? Is water a problem?" He listened intently, nodding
quickly as she described the trials of her village and the limitations of their lands. He
beckoned to Araziel.

As they talked, she began to see how it was that Cain's people were so well cared for.
Araziel explained the local geography, and how the land was used. As they talked,
another joined them and then another, and soon her head was swimming with the use of
plants for medicines, the seasons for the birthing of the herds, how to know the best time
to spread their dung on the grain fields, why it was best to plant lentils in a field the year
after harvesting grain from it, the signs to look for when deciding where to dig a well, the
ways to forecast the coming of the rains, what stars will be where to tell you, and the
shape of the moon when the greatest harvests can be gathered. Bar?q?j?l knew the stars,
Araziel knew the ways of the Earth, Penemue knew the nutritious properties of plants,
?z?q??l could read the weather. Each of them offered their knowledge freely.

Shemyaza said very little, and I said nothing at all, but we both watched as her
appreciation of our brethren grew. The music grew louder as more beer and wine was
consumed, and soon Eve's womenfolk drew her teachers away to dance. Awan had
unbraided her flowing red hair because I loved it so; flashing her dark eyes at me, she
leapt up to shake her hips before my face. Oh, the joy of her! Cain leapt up to dance with
her, to spin her around and drive her. Awan clapped in time to the band's rousing beat,
laughing and sinuously weaving through the jubilant throng as he pursued her. I watched,
smiling. She did it for me.

Close by, Eve and Shemyaza were talking below the din. "There are two hundred of us,
Eve, but none so honored as us few here tonight. What do you think of our efforts, so
far?" he asked her.

"You have given much. I see the children are happy, and the land produces more than I
could have thought possible. What is it you ask in return, Shemyaza?"

"The love of the women." He answered her directly. Given her earlier state, I wasn't sure
it was the right moment but he had set the course. I said nothing.

"You have no right to that."

"Not unless it is freely given, no. But if we ask, and it is given without fear, if we accept
refusal and do not threaten reprisal, then where is the harm?"

"You lure them from their menfolk." Ah, she seeks to be persuaded, perhaps. But to do so
would bring recriminations later. He saw it, and stayed his course.

"And I say again, we have no right where it is not freely given. But if we love a man's
wife and he does not object, and his wife is content, then who is harmed? Our love
making is not as men do it. We honor women's bodies, Eve. Their pleasure is the highest
joy to us. Just the scent of a woman arouses us."

It was the truth, and she knew it. For a moment her eyes were far away. I knew she was
remembering Gadreel's closed eyes as he held her, the serene pleasure on his face. I knew
she understood; once again, I heard her utter the whispered word, "Cherished".

"But surely not all the men permit it? Are there no husbands who refuse?" So close,
Shemyaza, so close.

Shemyaza shrugged. "Yes, but do they love their wives? I mean, truly love them? Are you
in favor of a man possessing his woman, Eve? In the way he owns his cattle? Does your
heart not demand love?"

"When He expelled us from the Garden, God said that men were masters over their
women. It is not for a woman to say what is right or wrong, or to demand love."

"So you would refuse the caress of one who loves you, if one who does not love you will
not permit it? You would actually give up the love for which you were created? Unless I
mistook your scent when you first arrived, I think you would accept." Oh no, too hard,
Shemyaza.

"You speak like the serpent, and you don't know what I accepted tonight, or for what
reason!"

"It is true, I do not know what reason you had for responding to him, but I know there is
no deceit in what I say. If he is who I think he is, and he is conspicuous by his absence
tonight, then I am glad for you both because you have both suffered greatly. I can tell you
there was no deceit in his feelings for you, either. Forgive me if I challenge you so hard,
but we have considered this well and we can find nothing right in refusing love. We have
given up much for our belief."

I would not have put it to her so, would not have challenged her so directly. She had not
asked for us to leave the heavens for the love of her daughters. Or the love of her.
Regretfully I watched her wander away alone to consider the right and wrong of the bliss
she had taken in Gadreel's arms, while Shemyaza got up to dance with the delicious,
writhing mass of female flesh.

HIGH SOCIETY: EVE DECIDES

I'm not sure when Mother left the dinner party. I think perhaps she was tired after the
journey or maybe the party was too much for her. After all, as the first lady of the city I
threw a party most nights, but she had never been in society before. And she had been
talking business with the Bene Elohim all night. So I sent a maidservant to check on her
when I realized she had gone, and ordered more beer and wine to be brought to the
rooftop. As far as I was concerned, the night was still young!

Shemyaza and Cain danced with me, Cain in front and Shemyaza behind. Oh and I knew,
didn't I, that was his favorite position! Ha! Cain laughed as he watched Shemyaza's hands
come around and cup my jiggling breasts and bounce them higher in front of his eyes. I
slithered up and down between them, rubbing their penises with my body. I loved the lust
in my husband's eyes when I teased him! And I know Azazel noticed. That pleased me
even more.

In a corner, Azazel was doing what he loved best, seducing the women. He had brought
cosmetics and bags of trinkets for them and was gathering the women around him on the
piles of cushions. When we got tired, we joined them. The band took a break as the rest
of the dancers flopped down on the cushions. A harpist took over, and we settled down
for some fun.

"No, no! You should let me do this, now hold still!" Baraka was giggling as Azazel
leaned over her, cradling her head in his lap. He had a tiny curved wooden stick in his
hand. "This is kohl. Hold still and I will make your eyes beautiful. Not only that, but
when you wear this you will be protected from flies and the diseases they can bring to
your eyes. Yes! It's true! Flies hate kohl. And the sun will bother you less because kohl is
dark, you see. There now. How does she look?"

"Ooh, Baraka that is beautiful! Your eyes are enchanting! You should kiss Azazel, just
turn your head a little and give him an enchanted kiss!"

The women leaned over them both, laughing and cat calling as she turned her head in his
lap and quickly kissed the bulge under his skirt.

"Bring it out, Azazel, make her pay full price!" "I'll pay you in full, Azazel, if you paint
me next!"

Baraka licked her lips salaciously as Azazel gave her a slow, deliberate smile, teasingly
drawing his skirt aside to show her his penis and testicles.

"You kiss the python head now, Baraka! Show him your gratitude!" "Pay him in full,
Baraka, go on!"

There were more shouts and laughter as Baraka reached up to take his semi-flaccid penis
in her hand and planted her soft lips on the skin enfolded tip.

"Thank you Baraka, now she gets a necklace. Here, gold and cornelian beads for my
beautiful Baraka. Now the next one will have a little more to kiss. Who will put her head
on my thigh for painting next?" Azazel nonchalantly wiped his little kohl applicator on a
cloth and dipped it into his leather kohl bottle. He sat exposed, ready, and more than
willing for the next customer.

They lined up; each woman kissed his penis and receiving a trinket after Azazel had
outlined her eyes. Shemyaza came and sat beside him, and took up the plate on which
Azazel had combined goose fat and red ochre.

"Line up here for lip paint! If you want to kiss my python you have to do it with red lips, I
only want painted lips on my snake!"

Immediately there were two lines, but they weren't very well organized. Both Azazel and
Shemyaza were quickly brought to full erections and the kissing turned to prolonged
sucking and moaning as my womenfolk took their turn at bobbing their heads up and
down on their shafts. Soon the cosmetics were forgotten and some of the other Bene
Elohim were getting sucked for free.

Then one of the women was lifted to her hands and knees, eyes and legs wide while
Araziel mounted her and began to fuck her the way the dogs do it in the streets. I watched
her mouth open in a big, red lipped, silent 'Oh!' as he enjoyed her. Another had beaded
trinkets pushed into her anus while Bar?q?j?l and ?z?q??l suspended her over Penemue's
thrusting cock, all the while sucking and pulling on her bouncing nipples. Her legs were
outstretched stiffly in their tight grip, her face a grimace somewhere between pain and
pleasure as she was vigorously impaled.

Some women had their vaginas licked by a Bene Elohim while they sucked on another's
penis, he in turn with his face buried in the spreading wet lips of another woman. One
woman lay on her back on a low table, her ankles held high and apart by a Bene Elohim
while he knelt at her opening and took her deeply. Another of the women swept away
what was left of the plates and cups, climbed up, and lowered herself onto the moaning
woman's face. She rubbed her slit on her face, while she held her full breasts up to the
delighted, pumping Bene Elohim before her. While I lay on my side and watched the fun,
Cain curved around my back and lazily fingered my vagina with one hand while he
squeezed my breasts with the other. I hiked my dress, lifted my leg and exposed myself
for him and anyone else who wanted to see.

Edna, who had always liked to have me rub oil into her skin after we bathed, crawled
across the cushions to me and Cain. She was naked, and her full breasts swung freely.
"Their cocks are too big for me to suck, Awan," she pouted. "I like a little one, like the
one between your lips. Cain, would you like to see how nicely I can suck it?"

In reply, Cain pushed me onto my back, "Open your legs, Lady Awan, let her have her
way with you," he ordered. Edna pushed my knees apart, opening me wider, feasting her
eyes on my moist, glistening slit.

"Wait," said my husband, "I need to get something." While she waited, Edna leaned over
me, dangling her pert black nipples over my lips. When she pressed first one and then the
other to my mouth, I took them in and nibbled them, sucked them hard and held them
between my teeth as she pulled them out. She hissed at the sharp pleasure, and her eyes
glinted.

Cain came back a moment later with a long, stout leather penis in his hand. It was as long
as his forearm, straight and stiff. "Ok go to it, but keep your ass up. You're going to
prepare this for your lady."

Edna was soon probing me with her all her fingers as she sucked on my little globe. Cain
sat behind her and set about fucking her with the dildo. She moaned as he worked the
massive tool into her sex. Then Azazel came over, and knelt beside me. His penis hung
stiffly over my face. I could smell the juice of a woman on it. Without a word, he lifted
my head to it and bent it to my mouth, then stuffed it in. I held him at the root while he
unceremoniously shafted my face. Cain must have passed the dildo to Edna because now
I could feel her push something big and slippery into me. Out of the corner of my eye I
could see Cain was upright now, watching me sucking Azazel. He was fucking Edna. She
was shouting rhythmically with his lunging and pushing the big, heavy dildo harder into
me in time to his driving force. "Oo, oo, uh, huh, fuck, my, hole, yes, oo, yes!"

Soon Shemyaza appeared on the other side of my face and Azazel pulled out of my
mouth, still holding my head. I grunted as I grasped Shemyaza's huge phallus and
swallowed as much of him as I could. I held one in each hand, and alternately sucked and
pulled on each hot purple head and glaring red shaft. All around me I could hear the
women squealing and moaning, and the Bene Elohim roaring as they ejaculated over the
women's faces, into their wombs, into their back passages and over their bodies. The
smell of their seed and the women's juices was everywhere. The rooftop was full of the
sounds of fucking.

Azazel was the first to come in my mouth, shooting his hot, salty mess down my throat. I
swallowed and quickly turned to Shemyaza and drank a second load. Cain cried out in
ecstasy and buried himself deeply into the screaming Edna as he spent inside her.

The big leather dong was still buried in me. While the men dropped back onto the
cushions, Edna quickly turned around and slid one leg under me, one over my waist, and
took the protruding half of the dildo into her hole. I felt it push deeper into mine as she
slid down onto it, heard the squelching sound of my husband's semen being forced from
her and felt its stickiness as it ran down from her lips to mine. She grasped my wrists, I
grasped hers, and we sought to grind our slits against each other, writhing on the hard
leather buried in us both. It was too long for our lips to meet, and I cried out in
frustration. Then Azazel reached over and broke our grip, guiding our hands to our little
nubs. "Show us how you pleasure yourselves, girls. We want to watch you. Do it."

We pivoted on the leather tool and lay on our backs, our knees flat and wide open, feet
drawn up. I held my lips open and my audience watched as I rubbed my jewel. I crunched
up to see Edna rubbing herself too, and saw the big leather cylinder that was sticking out
of her and into me.

Azazel grasped the center of the dildo and started to slide it backwards and forwards. He
twisted it as he fucked us both with it, slowly at first. As Edna and I grew used to it, he
started to put more distance into the motion. It reached so far inside me I tried to move off
it, but Cain knelt at my head and held my shoulders in place. Shemyaza held Edna.

Azazel worked faster and faster. My back tightened, and I arched my breasts up to my
grinning, staring husband. I wanted him to see how hard my straining nipples had
become. I could feel myself spreading to accommodate the leather tool. My swollen
clitoris throbbed to my agitating finger as I jiggled it faster and faster. The leather rod was
ramming me now, and I could hear Edna crying out. Bracing me with his knees, Cain
reached over to take each plump nipple, pinching them until I felt myself clamping on the
monstrous leather penis, convulsing as the spasms of pleasure jolted through my body.

When I was spent, they let me drag myself off the dildo, but Edna had not yet come. Cain
pushed me over to her, made me lay at her side, and then pulled me up to one of her
breasts. "Suck her, Lady Awan!" he ordered. Azazel put my hand to the dildo as I took
her nipple in my mouth, and I grasped it and pumped her with it in fast, short strokes. I
sucked hard on her nipple, and did not release the pressure as it grew but rubbed it with
my tongue as I held it with my teeth. I pulled it up as I drew back from it, and I knew it
was hurting her. I rammed her harder with the dildo, making her sob. Finally I let the
swollen nipple go and propped myself up to reach the other one. She twisted to bring it to
my mouth, one hand proffering it to me. I could feel her other arm shaking as she rubbed
her jewel faster and faster. I worked her harder with the dildo. As I suckled her and
pummeled her womb, she arched until she bent like a bow under the force of her
mounting pleasure. Then, when she began to scream at the hard pull of her contractions, I
finished her with the dildo deep inside her. When she was still and finally quiet, I fell
back to join her in her floating stupor, leaving the leather tool protruding from her hole...

...My daughter didn't see me leave. I wanted to be alone to ponder Shemyaza's words. The
Bene Elohim knew so much, and my people were healthy and prosperous because of
them. If they came to my husband's village, if Adam invited them, we too would live
well. They would teach us everything we needed to make metal tools, to farm and to
trade. Perhaps in time we could adapt their knowledge to make inventions of our own.
Only to freely offer the women in return; was that a sin? I had thought so, when I left my
village with pictures in my mind of how they had taken Awan and the licentious behavior
they had taught her. But Cain and Awan, and everyone here, were happy. Shemyaza had
said they did not take what was denied them. The women gave of their own free will. I
had paid dearly for exercising mine. I feared I had cursed all my descendents forever;
here, it seemed that to exercise free will was to be repaid a thousand-fold. I did not know
what to think.

The lamps were glowing in the courtyard, and someone had left fresh fruit on a table
there for me with a jug of wine and two cups. The splashing fountain sparkled beneath the
stars, and the cool night air still carried the scent of the moonlit flowers. I sat on a couch
and poured myself a cup of the fruity wine. I shivered as a breeze played across my bare
arms.

"Eve." My heart leapt. Gadreel was here. He stepped from a deep shadow and stood
before me.

"You look troubled. And cold. Here, take my cloak." He sat beside me as he wrapped it
around me like a shawl, tenderly. I smiled at the concern on his strong, rugged face.

"Why didn't you come to the dinner?" I asked, as he sat beside me.

"I knew how it would go. I had no interest. Did you enjoy it? You came away early."

"I talked with your brothers. They gave me much to think about and I couldn't think with
the music playing and all the chatter."

"What did they talk about?"

"Oh, everything. All that you know, and that this city is built on."

He raised an eyebrow. "All?"

"Yes, I see how it is. And I don't know what to think of it." He poured himself some wine
and said nothing.

"Why did you come down from your heaven, Gadreel? You keep apart from the rest of
the Bene Elohim. You said you needed my forgiveness earlier tonight. Was it only that?"

"No."

"You came for the women? To use them?"

"I came with the rest of the Watchers to help your people, to care for them and to teach
them. I wanted to do it. I wanted to put right the wrong I felt, I still feel, was our blame.
And yes, I took women at first. I won't lie to you, Eve. I wanted to know how it felt and
how to love. They wanted me. If I used them, they used me too. Was it wrong?"

"I don't know."

He took my hand, and looked at it for a long while. Then he looked into my eyes. I felt
the heat pouring out of him.

"There was not one who did not feel joy. There was lust, yes, and tenderness too. I held
each one in my arms and I celebrated our love making. It was wonderful. I can't believe it
was wrong."

I felt a hot flash of anger. But it wasn't for my daughters. It was for me. I didn't think, I
just blurted out the words.

"Did you hold them like you held me? Did you kiss them the way you kissed me? Did
they look in your mirror too?"

I felt mean as soon as I had said it. He slipped an arm around my shoulders, turned my
face to his. "I never made a mirror for anyone but you, because I never felt for anyone
what I feel for you. I took them and I enjoyed them, so ask me why I stopped."

"Why did you?"

"Because they were not you."

I turned my head away and closed my eyes, fighting to make sense of it.

"Adam would not allow it. I couldn't."

"Then we won't."

A chill came over me, a despair of the heart. Then I knew. I wanted him. I dropped my
head into my hands. A low, growling, anguished moan escaped me.

"Eve, Eve. Gently." He pulled me to him and held me. "I want you with all my heart but if
you don't want me with all yours then there is no question of it. We will care for one
another still. There will be no blame between us, ever. No more guilt, Eve, no more."

As I rested against him, he pulled me down until we lay in each others arms on the couch.
I closed my eyes, and breathed in the scent of him. Slowly, I relaxed as he stroked my
hair.

"Eve, what made you take the fruit from the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil? What
did he say to you that made you do it? May I know? Is it too painful to talk of it?"

I had never spoken of it. Adam and I had never talked with any of our children about the
Garden. What good would it have done to tell them of a paradise they could never know?
And how could we have described our innocence? The only way would be to show them
an infant's open gaze. In that I see us as we once were. But it would be nonsense in the
face of our toil and the death we faced every day.

"It's not too painful for me now. I think I need to talk about it. I never could before." I
sighed, and lay on my back to see the dense spread of stars across the night sky. I allowed
myself to remember that distant day. Gadreel propped on his side and watched me as I
talked.

"I was near the Tree. I don't know why I was there. Adam was not far, but I was alone.
You remember how every animal had a voice? It was not the first time I had talked with a
serpent. There was nothing unusual in our conversation at the start. Then it asked me if
He had really told us we couldn't eat from the trees and I said, 'No, He said we can, but
not to eat from the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil because then we would die'. The
serpent asked me if I knew what to 'die' meant, and said I didn't. There was no death in
the Garden, remember? Then it said surely Our Lord wouldn't let us die, because that was
a bad thing. I didn't know what 'bad' was, either, and I told him. Then it said if I ate the
fruit, then I would understand, that my eyes would be opened and I would be able to
understand what Our Lord intended because I would know things that He knew. The
serpent said I would be like him. I thought how wonderful it would be to be able to talk
with Him, to really know Him. And that's why I ate the fruit, Gadreel. I took it, and I ate
it."

"And your eyes were opened."

"Yes. Oh, it was an awful moment. I was terrified, Gadreel." He leant down and kissed
my forehead, waited for me to continue.

"Suddenly there was a Bene Elohim before me. He was bright, shining, but he was
terrible to see. There was triumph on his face, malice, oh, so much hate in his eyes! I
knew then I'd been listening to his voice. The serpent had vanished. I knew he was evil,
because now I knew what evil was, and I knew he had tricked me. In that instant I knew
what death was, and I was afraid of it. He screamed and laughed at the same time, a
twisted, screeching sound. My blood ran cold, and then he vanished too. When Adam
found me, I hid my terror from him and told him how we could talk with Our Lord now.
Adam listened to me in wonder, barely understanding the things I told him. He was so
astonished he took the fruit from me and ate it without question. I should not have given
it to him. It was wrong. But I hoped that with our new knowledge, we might know Him.
And, if I'm honest, whatever Our Lord did to me, I wanted Adam and me to be together.
So here we are. Adam tries, but he has not forgiven me. Who was he, Gadreel? Why did
he do it?"

"Satanel. He was our prince, the closest to Our Lord. He was thrown from the heavens
because he could not accept you. He said you were a lesser creation to us. He lost Our
Lord's love, and blamed you. He thought Our Lord would love him again if you failed
Him. He hated you from the start."

"So now both of us are far from Him."

"And the Watchers, too, now. We can't go back to our heavens again. Do you still want to
be close to Him, Eve?"

"Yes, but there's no way back. I wanted it too much."

We lay quietly for a while, Gadreel playing with my hair while I watched the shooting
stars.

"Gadreel?"

"Hmm?"

"What did you mean, when you said you celebrated your love making with the women?"

"I gave myself to them. I gave myself to their elation, shared it, exalted it. My blood was
glorious, vibrant. It surged in me. I rose on their ecstasy like I was flying again. It was
rapture. It was like being in heaven."

With Adam, the only man I had ever had inside me, I had been dutiful, appeasing. I had
let him do as he needed. This was different.

"When you flew in heaven, were you close to Him?"

"It was more than close. I felt in complete accord with Him. There was nothing to be
hidden, nothing to be resolved, nothing more to know. His love and our love were one
and the same."

"I felt that in the Garden, too. I thought there was more to know. There was, but nothing
worth knowing. Nothing worth the price."

"Gadreel, take me back."

He froze. "What?"

"Take me back. Take me back to the Garden. Love me. I want you; my heart wants you
and my body wants you. When I die, I want to know I spoke to Him of Good and Evil. I
want Satanel to know he could not keep me from Him. Let me glory in the love, Gadreel.
I am yours."

NO RETURN

There were no more words between us. He carried me across the courtyard and to my bed.
My heart was pounding as he lay me down. I watched in the lamps' soft light as he
removed his tunic. His gray-green eyes were fixed on my face. He was unsmiling, intent
on what he was about to do. His broad chest was hairless, the muscles clearly defined
beneath his bronze skin. The years he had been hammering metal into tools had built him
up. The muscle between his neck and shoulders was high. His arms bulged, his stomach
was ridged, his legs firm and large. His penis hung long and massive over his heavy sac.
He moved deliberately, slowly over to the bed and sat beside me. I moved to sit up so I
could take off my dress, but he stayed me with one hand at my shoulder. I lay still as he
began to feel the contours of my body, still staring intently into my eyes. He looked wild.

His hands began at my shoulders, fingers spread as he moved in light circles over them.
He slid his hands down the inside of my upper arms. He grasped my arms and lifted them
so they lay outstretched across the bed. He ran his hands along them, back up to my
shoulders and let them drift slowly down over my ribcage. At my waist he brought them
together across my belly and then smoothed them up to the space between my breasts. My
mouth felt dry. I swallowed and licked my lips.

He moved his hands together back down to my belly and apart again over my hips. He
never took his eyes from my face. His expression became a question as his hands slid
around my thighs and firmly pulled them apart. My breathing had become a heavy pant
through my open mouth.

He rose and walked deliberately to the end of the bed, standing there a moment to take in
the sight of me spread open before him. He stepped onto the bed, feet astride my pelvis.
With knees bent, scrotum low, he reached down to the neckline of my dress and with two
hands he tore it open. Stepping down my body he ripped until it fell away, leaving me
exposed to him as he towered above me. He watched my breasts rising and falling before
taking a long look down along the length of my body. I saw the emerging head of his
growing penis. It was glistening in anticipation.

He knelt between my legs, his knees wide. He watched my face as he placed his hands
either side of my pelvis, then slowly drew me down towards him. He raised my buttocks
up onto his thighs. I braced myself in position, knees bent and my feet flat upon the bed.

With one hand he held my outer lips open. The other moved to his penis. He guided its
head to my open slit, rubbed it slowly up and down along the full length. I closed my eyes
as I felt myself opening to him, the wetness beginning to flow. He rubbed himself on my
clitoris and then raised me further up his thighs as his penis hardened. He rubbed the full
length of his shaft slowly, rhythmically, against me, pressed hard against me. When his
penis was wet with my juices, he suddenly raised me higher, both hands under my
buttocks, until my breasts swung up towards my head. I hooked my legs over his
shoulders. Holding me open he bent his head between my legs and lapped the juices from
me. He tongued my inner lips, my clitoris, and my vagina. I ached to feel him inside me.
My belly thrilled in anticipation of him. My clitoris sent sharp shocks through me and I
shuddered as he sucked it.

He circled my vagina with one finger. I cried out, tried to push myself higher for him.
"Please, Gadreel. Please, I want you."

"Not yet."

His finger pressed at my opening. I beat the bed in frustration then gripped the sheets as
he slid it into me. He pulled it out, slid it up to my clitoris, rubbed it up and down with his
fingertip, then slid it back down my lips and plunged into me again. He did it again and
again until I grasped a cushion at my outstretched clawing hand, brought it to my head
and used it to stifle my ecstatic screams.

He let me go, pushed me down, pulled the cushion away and turned himself around so
that he lay propped at my side, his penis level with my head and upper body at my
throbbing sex. His penis was wet with the juices he had collected, and the smell was
pungent in my nostrils as I bent to service it. I held the hot shaft near the root, and swung
the head to my open mouth. Before I took him in, I licked him along his length, along the
underside down to where my hand encircled his girth. I pressed and sucked and tongued
the shaft back up to the head, then flicked the tip of my tongue into its opening before
plunging down along the shaft again. I teased him as he had teased me, holding him
tightly until the head deepened in color and gave up more of his salty fluid. The veins
stood out along his widening shaft. I stretched my mouth over the head, and then slid
down onto his towering length, working it slowly to my throat. I breathed deeply to keep
from gagging on him, working up the suction, sucking him and engorging him more. I felt
his fingers probing me, and then he slid several fingers into me, pushing into me deeper
and deeper. I sobbed on his shaft as he began to drive his hand into me, insistent,
unrelenting. My head worked faster over his massive tool.

He drew himself out of my mouth, grasped my body and turned me around and under
him. His feet hooked the insides of my legs and spread them as he grasped my wrists and
held them down high above my head. He paused a moment, his eyes boring into mine. I
looked down to see his massive tool standing proud along his abdomen, then looked back
into his face. He stared into my eyes as he lowered himself to me. I felt his head pressing
at my vagina. I sobbed as he pushed the head into me. He withdrew, held himself at my
opening and then pushed inside me again, this time a little more. "Yes. Take me, please
take me," I begged him.

"Tell me what you want."

"I want you inside me."

"Where?" His head pressed at my vagina.

"I want it in my sex." He slid it in a little.

"More. I want it deeper." He slid in a little further, then held himself still.

"Enough?" he asked.

"No! Oh, please Gadreel I want you up inside me, I want you all the way up me."

He forced his full length into me. His penis spread me open until the head met my womb.
I lay impaled on him, staring into his eyes as he stayed still inside me.

"Do you want me to fuck you?"

"Yes."

"Say it."

"I want you to fuck me, Gadreel. Please fuck me, please fu- Oh! Oh, Gadreel! Aah!
Aaaiee!"

He plunged his mouth to mine and silenced me with his tongue. His massive penis filled
me and shafted up and out of me with increasing speed. My legs stiffened and spread
wider. My vagina stretched to accommodate his massive bulk. Gadreel let go of my wrists
and released my mouth. He gripped my shoulders. I sobbed as he leveraged himself
further up into me, but I loved how he filled me. I wrapped my legs around him. I bore
down on him. I squeezed the muscles of my vagina to tighten on him, clenching and
releasing as we settled into a steady, driving rhythm.

I felt a low, tensing thrill growing inside me. It mounted in intensity, rising in pitch as he
worked me. He began to thrust harder. His penis head was slamming up to my womb,
driving and driving. My face was flushed, my breasts swollen and my nipples excited
from his chest rubbing again them. My womb was vibrant, alive to the promise of his
seed. I felt my canal undulating as he forced it wide with his penetrations. I heard the slap
of his sac against my cheeks.

The tensing increased inside me, the neck of my womb was throbbing. My blood was
beating in my ears, making wild music with our panting breath. He worked me faster and
faster and then he rose up on his arms to force himself deeper into me with short, hard,
fast stabbing strokes. He flung his head back for an instant and then his wild eyes burned
into mine as his hot seed spurted into me. With every gush he shouted his triumph. With a
pulsating thrill that shimmered through my whole body, I felt the neck of my womb jerk
down to drink from the hot pool of semen. Again and again I cried out as the pounding
rhythm of my womb spread its waves through me.

Then bliss came to Gadreel and me, deep and silent, the bliss of the truly loved for whom
nothing is hidden, nothing more is to be resolved, whose love is one...

...Eve did not return to Adam's village, but lived out her days among us at Enoch, the city
Cain named after his son. She lived another hundred years and Gadreel was with her, and
faithful to her, to the end.

As time went by, the memory of her did not fade. She became a goddess in the minds of
the children and they built a temple to her. Penemue, the gentle Watcher she came to trust
the most after Gadreel, wrote down her history and it became a sacred text cherished by
her daughters. They celebrated her in prostitution rites, instituting the seasons for the
sowing of seed and for harvest in temples that were consecrated to her. The account of
her first love making with Gadreel became the guide for the initiation rites of kings,
reenacted by many generations after Cain.

Shemyaza and I became priests of her temple, along with the other Watchers at Enoch,
teaching the arts of medicine, metal craft, writing, agriculture and animal husbandry. We
gave the people laws to govern their industry and trade, and civilization. The foundation
for it all, the plowing of women and the plowing of fields, the increase in the population
and the herds, all became one and the same until Our Lord looked upon it and desired to
sweep it all away. His creation had become an abomination to Him. In the time of Noah,
the only one of His creation he desired to save, he drowned everyone and everything on
the face of the Earth.

But not before he had dealt with us. He learned how I had seduced the women with my
cosmetics and jewelry, knew Shemyaza's widespread mantra that love should not be
denied. All the Watchers were destroyed or buried. The Lord ascribed all sin to me for my
part in orchestrating the decision to live as we had done. Our solemn oath to take women,
sworn by every one us, did not save Shemyaza. As the highest among us, he too was cast
into the bowels of the Earth to await the final Judgment Day. On that day we both shall
burn until the end of time.

As I wait, I remember. And smile.

Jesus Starts His Own Family with Mary Magdelene and Mary Martha

It's a night I'll never forget. I'll also never forget the way my heart
skipped a beat the day I stood at the well. He was standing on
the other side. This is my story, I hope you enjoy it.

My name is Mary Magdelene, and this is the story of the night things got out of
control. Control isn't always a good thing, especially when you
completely lose yourself in it. I remember the day I answered the
door, it was the first time I saw Jesus. He was our new Rabbi along
with his pretty wife Mary Martha, newlyweds only 19-years-old. They had cum
to the well, to gain some water from walking a long way. They asked
to be allowed to drink. Once they were settled
we became very close friends with them. Hanging out all the time,
playing together as adults, having dinner together. It
was great, and then it got a lot better.

I have always had a somewhat open outlook on
things. I've had several men in my lifetime, but this man was special.
I've fucked various men for about 8 years. I was 22 at the time
Never in our wildest dreams or imaginations were
prepared for the events of that night. It all started with a little
Kosher wine. We were gathered around, with other friends in a party, taking
glass after glass. Then someone had the idea to play truth or dare. A
very dangerous game when combined with wine. Next thing you know,
David and Mary Martha were on one couch, and Jesus and I were on the other
one. First we were daring each other to flash, then to kiss, then to
touch, and then to make out. Mary Martha and David were first, they had to
go into the adjoining tent and make out for 10 minutes. When they came out
they were all disheveled, hair a mess, and the clothes they continued to have
on were a mess. Then Jesus and I
had to do the same. Well, we did have some fun. I don't know what
Mary Martha and David did, but I'll bet we topped it. I laid down on the
bed, he had his hand on my breasts, kissing my neck and my lips. I got
a hold of his neck, and began sucking and biting like a wild animal. I
remember the taste of him, the carnal desire I had for him. I put my
hand inside his robe, and grasped his cock. He was so hard, and then he
put his hand inside my shawl and began playing with my pussy. He put a
finger inside of me, and I convulsed. He got a hold of what he refers
to as "the nubby thing". After we came out of the room, we were a
wreck. What clothes we still had on were completely messed up, hair all over the place.
My pussy was wet and feeling the draft from Jesus' cum seeping from my
vulva lips. I could definitely "feel" my eggs accepting those little fishies that would
go on to "make" Josephus, our son.
Not to
mention, I left his neck looking like a leper. We all went outside to
rest after that, and then something interesting happened.
I was dared to kiss Mary Martha's pussy. I had never done that before, but
she was so young and sweet. I figured what the hell, go for it. So,
she slipped her shawl completely off, and now she was completely nude.
I stroked her complete pussy with my tongue. She tasted like cherry pie, no
joke, and this was by far the prettiest pussy I had ever seen. It was
so pink, and creamy white, and bare. Yum! After that, Mary Magdelene dared
David to have sex with her. The question of protection came up, and
David said, "who cares, we are all adults and married, aren't we?"
Good enough, sex twice with a hot 19-year-old
works for me! While David took Mary Magdelene into the room, Jesus and I
decided to have some fun of our own. I laid down on the couch, by this
time my shawl had long been off. He climbed on top of me, and I pulled his
man stick straight into my hot cave.
He felt so incredibly good, I came instantly.
He was so smooth, and so young, and so hot! Well, after that we all
naked as jaybirds and we all fell into a heap together, the men's cocks hard and poking
at anything that would allow them to poke into it. That we were all horny as Hell would
have been
an understatement. We finished, cum running out of my pussy and Mary Martha's pussy,
to flow in
rivers down out naked inner thighs. I had a feeling that we were had created a family that
would
ensure the bloodline of the Savior.
Jesus and I sat close to one another, and
David and Mary Martha made out in the middle of the street. She decided
that she was tired, so she just lay there. I followed because I was
a little weary myself. The next thing we knew, our males were
fingerfucking us, and we all four became one big fucking machine. I'm not
sure who was doing what or to who, but it was all good. Mary Martha kicked
the guys away, and we ended up in a 69 position. We stayed
that way for a while, and I could've suckled on her all night long she
tasted so good. Eventually we all ended up back in the living room,
where David took Mary Martha from behind, and I rode into multiple orgasms
with Jesus. We finally had our fill of one another, and called it a
night. The next day Mary Martha sent me a text message that said, "talk
about love they neighbor....lol." That was that.

The weeks to follow have been a blur, David and I completely smitten by
them. All David thinks about is Mary Martha these days, and I'm head over
heels for Jesus. I came to realize that sex is not love, and that night
was just sex. I asked Jesus if he feels anything for me, and it's
purely sexual for him. Mary Martha just wants to be friends and put that
night behind us. David is pushing for more, in doing so pushing Mary Martha
away.

I forgot to mention that one night Jesus and I had some fun while David
and Mary Martha were out tending the sheep. I brought him upstairs, and seduced
him. I climbed on top of him, and rode him with such passion and loss
of control it made my head spin. He then took me from behind, and
shot his cum deep inside of me. We vowed to take it
to the grave and make a baby between us. I had to have him sober, I had to feel him just
once
more. We had some fun in days to follow, whenever we could find time
to be alone. I sucked his cock a couple of times, and he tasted so
good I could've drank every drop of him. I'd still love to have that
chance, but our fun ended the night that Mary Martha sat us all down to talk
to us, she was afraid that Jesus and I were going to try to make a babybetween us, and
how right she was! I still flirt with him, and say things to him to make him think
about what he can have whenever he wants to. Do I want to do it again?
Of course, you haven't seen this guy. Eyes dark as night, hair as
black as coal, and his scent will drive any woman out of her mind. I
find myself reminiscing in my memories of him. Every time I see him my
heart skips a beat. I know we can only be friends, and I'm slowly
learning to accept that. I still have a carnal desire for him, I just
want to eat him alive! Given the chance I just might, even though I
know it's wrong. He said he wants me in a very wrong way. He said he
loves my voice and the way I smell. He'll never know just what he
means to me, and that's okay, because I know he couldn't feel it, too.
A part of me is in love with him, all of me is in lust with him, and
I'm hoping that between the two there will be another little humanbeing starting to form
in my tummy.. David is still coping
with his feelings for Mary Martha, and I think that they may be thinking aboutstarting
something like Jesus and I are doing. As we continue, thejealousy seems to be
disappearing and we are
all becoming much more than just friends. I will always love
him, and I will always want him in much the same way thatmillions of so-called Christian
zealots seem to lust after Himas they go about worshipping him every day that theSun
Gods used for their worship services. I can't see that changing, he's
simply amazing in every way and would be such a good daddy to my baby. His smile, his
touch, his laugh, his
eyes, especially his eyes. It's like he looks into my soul, and sees
something no one else can see. I can only hope that when he looks
back on his fondest memories, that I will be one of them, and that he
will always smile when he thinks of me.