I'm trying my hardest to keep a monthly release schedule, but holidays, family, work, is not always a great combination.
I'd like to thank Lastman416 for the edits like always.
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She was created before the fall. On the sixth day, she'd suddenly awoken, naked in a field, basking in the warm sun, never knowing anything before that moment. She raised her hand above her, puzzled by what it was, yet, somehow, knowing it was hers and its purpose. Her feet, curious things, allowed her to stand, then walk, something she had never done, yet instinctively knew how. Her body, a golden tan from laying in the sun, odd, because she never recalled doing anything before she woke up. Her body wasn't flat, on her chest were two rounded mounds of flesh. Warm to touch, and such fun to touch.
A warm wind blew her a curtain into her face, and she pulled at it, never noticing it until that moment. It was attached to her head and hung like a drape to where her backside rounded. This soft and smooth material didn't appear to be anywhere else on her body. Her eyes traced her feet, up her legs...wait. Why there of all places? Hair, she thought. She had hair.
She ran. This place, her body, everything felt so free. She held out her hands as she ran, feeling the top of the soft swaying blades glide past her hands. She never grew tired. She ran, and ran, and began to make a sound with her lips at the fun of it all.
She knew things but didn't know why she knew them. The soft blades coming from the ground was called grass. Their color was green. The space above her was the sky and it was blue. Her hair was black. The ground was earth.
Then she heard voices. It was a new sound beyond the warm wind she had grown to love. It sounded like herself. That sound she made when she was overwhelmed with joy. Laughter, she thought, but she didn't know why she thought it. She followed the sound. The ground suddenly ran downhill, and at the bottom she saw a monument of some kind. A tall, massive tower, with a dark brown body, many more limbs than herself, and green hair. Next to this strange thing, were two beings like herself.
One looked like her, but with minor differences. The same two mounds on the chest. The same curtain of hair, only red. The same hair in the other peculiar place. She was on top of another being, only different. This being was larger, and appeared more sculpted, as if carved from rock. It had hair, just not as long. It didn't have mounds on its chest either, at least not in the same way. A word came to her lips, and she spoke it aloud. Man. He was a man. The one on top of him was a woman. She was a woman as well.
She approached slowly, stopping on the other side of the monument. When she felt it, she knew it was a tree. Its skin, no, bark, was rough. She peered around and saw the woman was still on top of the man. She was lifting herself up and lowering herself down. She peeked around the other side of the tree, and saw the man was different as well. Lilith looked between her legs and saw nothing. Between his was another piece of flesh which seemed to be vanishing into the woman. Where was it going?
She felt between her legs and found a slit with her fingers. Pushing her fingers further, she found a small cavern within her own body. Warm, fleshy, and wet. Did the other woman have the same? Was his flesh entering into hers? Also, what was that feeling she just felt when she found it? It felt, good?
The two seemed to have accomplished some task because the woman climbed off the man and ran away, similar to the way she had been running earlier. Carefree and laughing as she leaped around and spun in circles.
"Hello," the man said, and Lilith removed her attention from the woman to him. He had seen her, behind the tree, and she quickly ducked back behind it. "Don't be afraid."
Afraid? What did that mean? Did it have anything to do with her sudden desire to hide?
When she gazed back around the tree, the man had come to his feet and was now directly on the other side. She jumped back and fell to the grass beneath her.
"I'm Adam," the man said. "You are?"
She did not yet know her name, but she felt it take form as sudden as she had awakened.
"Lilith," she replied.
"Come, lay with me Lilith," he said, and Lilith didn't know what the meant. When she didn't move, Adam stepped around the tree and lowered himself on top of her. He positioned his flesh to hers, and began to insert it. Lilith didn't fight, she even opened herself wider. He felt warm, and Lilith released a sigh, and wrapped her arms around his large shoulders.
"A new friend?" the woman said upon her return. "What name did God grant you?"
"Lilith," she exhaled, unable to speak easily as Adam pressed himself into her. "You?"
"Eve," the woman replied, and rested herself next to Lilith. Eve kissed Lilith. "Welcome to Eden."
For a century they spent their days this way. Adam laid with Eve, and then with Lilith. The women ran through the field, often holding hands and kissing while sharing a deep laughter. They would return from their frolic, lay with Adam, and rest in the sun that never set.
All was perfect, until when Eve came to lay with Adam, he asked for Lilith first. All these years, he had never asked for Lilith first. Lilith laid with Adam, and Eve went to run by herself for the first time in over a hundred years. A new feeling had emerged. It felt so wrong in a place like this. It had been a century since she had felt something new. She tried to outrun the feeling, but it wasn't chasing her. It was within her. Eve looked up and saw the tree.
There was now red amongst the green hair of the tree. The tree's hair was called leaves, something she knew, but didn't know why. Eve reached for this new thing.
"Do be careful child," a voice said. Eve spun around, trying to find it. She had only ever heard two voices in her life. "I'm here, look down."
At the base of the tree, coiled into a ball, was a thin creature. It lifted its head, its slanted eyes finding her own. A forked tongue protruded and quickly slipped back behind its lipless mouth. The creature circled the tree, climbing it as it did, its body slowly wrapping around the lowest limb. It lowered itself, the head now even with Eve's.
"New feelings create new awareness," the creature said.
"Who are you?" Eve asked.
"I've always been here child. Longer than you even. Longer than Adam too. I was once an angel," the creature said.
"An angel?" she asked.
"Yes, an angel. The messengers of God. You are amongst the newest beings in the creator's design. I was sent here, to guide you. Angels you see, we are perfect, but lack free will. We must do what our God commands, while you are free to disobey."
"Disobey?" Eve asked. Eve had always done what she wished. Her every whim, she acted on. What did it mean to disobey?
