Long, Long, Long Ago in Evergreen
"PUSSY BE FREE!" shouted runners and those at the forest edge in all octaves. An assortment of men in various bright and muted clothing with multiple dialects and excited commands cheered and jeered as the scores of fresh ladies were about to be released.
The crimson sheet was dropped from Great Tree of Promise and the chase was on by large call of Great Horn. Hundreds of scantily dressed maidens in frills of white, cream, beige and lace ran as their lives depended into the large mass of thicket, brush, thorn, and leaves. The cacophony of whistles, screams, shouts, and bellows echoed the Evergreen as the Marriage Run commenced.
As laws dictated upon Third Thaw, Marriage After Births.
So many married couples from the prior year had given so slowly that it was Third Thaw that saw the Marriage Run-which was unusual, but not unknown. Caravan was worried, but not as close to danger as it had been so many worse times before. They needed better lands, safety, and options for healthcare. The older guard had fallen at a faster rate than divined, and they worried. Third Thaw Marriage Run had been blessed and full of ritual to a most desperate degree-the nail biter of who would obtain whom was of the insurmountable importance.
Many girls ran to safety they had cultivated in secret over the seasons, others gave themselves outright to breed for the their clan in Caravan, and still others gave True Chase to prove they were the most worthy in the Marriage Run. To be caught as a True Sought was royalty in Caravan and would have the most expensive and most lavish wedding upon the end.
Mer de la Mer had a plan of many years and her abilities helped where the landscape failed, but it was all different the moment she realized something greater was at work. All had come apart and options filled her mind as revelations rose to the surface of her consciousness and gifts. She ran and could sense the hired men-Obstacles, as they were called-attempt to flank her near the thicket of Snatch Arms. Snatch Arms looked like giant green labia out to capture. She saw it in her mind's eye as the Arms stretched out to almost a human proportion. She knew she had mere seconds before the grab occurred. She played it out in her head and her speed increased into a jump through the line of arms, felt the scrapes against her soft, glistened skin as she kept her arms against her body. Her eyes were closed, her body rotated ninety degrees, then landed in a roll that led her to jump up onto her feet. She continued her run as foreign Obstacles and Chasers were snatched into the thicket, their screams pitched out and muffled as a slow paralysis set.
Peripherally, she heard ragged breath, smelled the sweaty excitement, and felt the electricity of the chase. She looked around for the strange blond foreign man, but couldn't quite find him. She felt a shimmer and bolted to her left. She didn't want him to find her easily, but she knew the sooner he found her the quicker the adventure of her new life would begin. She stopped to scan by eye and touch of the winds, but she found herself in mid flank to her left by a mixed group of men-all with different motives for different girls. She saw in her mind's eye her jump. She could make the top of the tallest tree, which would be the best vantage point. Grunts, curses, and shouts of claim neared just as the large hands made a rush to grab, but her stained slippers touched their tips. She was gone high above them.
She grabbed the branch above a sturdy one and slid to a sit with a large exhale. She saw the entire forest kissed by the early sunlight, glittered like diamonds by the reflection from the dew, and she listened to the clouds whisper their secrets. She knew she could never live in any place as magical as Evergreen. She inhaled the brisk virgin air for the last romantic time. Time. It was hers and a new chapter had to begin. She closed her eyes and realized the soft line of tears down her cheeks in the middle of her mental scan. She sensed him far to her left-his vibrancy was different from the others. He had strong will of purpose and a great sense of responsibility with a very cold edge. She shivered, but knew where she had to go.
The tree house her oldest brother, Marius, had built almost a generation prior. Inside was the man that Destiny chose to take her. She rubbed her knuckles together in excitement and gave an inward squeal with her butterflies.
Long, Long, Long, Long Ago, Toth Castle in the Mountains that border Evergreen
She ran her hands over the pool of mercury and it turned blue like Caribbean water. She clapped and opened her hands wide and the pool rose and spread as water would, but it stopped where her fingertips were. She snapped her fingers and it stayed in place. She spoke the words in whisper and the girl appeared. Her red gown and long curled dark hair waved by the winds in the cavern. She turned to the young lad to her right, his eyes were wide with wonder.
"Madre, who is she?" he asked in amazement. His mother had power that confused and scared him at times, but other moments fascinated him. He was in black velvet like all other royal schoolboys and his eyes were an innocent shade of blue.
She smiled, answered with a cup of his cheeks and thick in her native accent. "Your bride. One day you will marry her and become richer than your father ever dared to dream!"
"Where is she?" he asked as he stepped closer to the wavy image and saw how she looked like girls in the nearest village, but also very different. A part of him felt like he knew her already.
"Traveling. She is what people call Thumbers. Caravan is what her clan calls itself. They are part of the forest and part of the world. Never have a true home, really. She will want to have one-like this castle."
His brows questioned before he spoke, "Does she know who I am? Where I am?"
"In time, she will learn. I will tell her in her dreams, slowly. I will make her the perfect wife for you."
Suddenly, the sound of boots in a rush toward them broke the conversation. A youthful accented voice called out,"Domina, Dominus has arrived. He is wounded and needs your medicine."
She kept her countenance stern and looked back at the image and ran her hand over it as if it were an eraser. The image disappeared and her son was mesmerized. She turned to the servant who approached them. "Juris, take Silvanus back to his nurse. I will attend my husband with no interruption whatsoever. Anyone who does will see my fury."
"Yes, Domina." Juris took the boy's hand and went opposite her direction. He looked down at the young lad and spoke with reassurance. "Nothing bad. Just a scratch. He misses your mother."
"Will I get to see him this time?" Silvanus asked with great concern. "He left last time before I got to see him."
"Soon. He has lots of work for his people. One day you will have such work and become busy too."
Time wore on and Silvanus, the boy, grew older. His curiosity for his bride greater in between the palace dramas of young love, study, and sport. Each time his mother would surprise him with a peak at the girl's progress. She grew into a lovely maiden. He matured into a stoic heir of the title his father had bore for decades or possibly longer. It was his twenty-first summer that he asked his mother to see what he would truly have in wedlock with the Thumber, which he learned was a derogatory term for the girl's people. He didn't like the idea of marrying beneath his station, but his mother was wise and assured him riches and power beyond all comprehension.
Once again, as many times before, he stood next to his mother as she brought the image to air. At that time, he stood taller with sharp features that drew fainting admirers and jealous foes. In his deep voice that seemed to hold a deeper echo than any before him in the cavern, he inquired, "Show me who will please me."
Countess smiled and tapped her tips to the image.
There was the maiden, Mer de la Mer. Her hair a cascade of wavy brown punctuated by tiny jewels and flowers. Her lips full and kissably red in an innocent beckon. Her eyes were large, brown, full of wonder.
Countess whispered into the image.
Mer was on a bedroll, head on pillow, and soft lamplight illuminated her cream nightgown. She suddenly shook with a gasp. Her youthful body arched, which brought her small nipples to harden against the thin material. Then her body rolled into a pelvic thrust that brought her gown up to her waist, curly dark haired pubis exposed. Her small hands ran down her body and the hair. He watched her part the hair and find the kernel that brought her pleasure.
Countess whispered again and he got a clear view of her slickness that dampened hair nearer her lips. He saw how tight she was for him-untouched in wait for him. She never used her fingers inside of herself, only the outside. He watched as her tiny asshole opened slightly as her expert flick of her pleasure kernel set off a massive orgasm that she bit her lip to hide. Her face became red as she fought to remain silent. He watched her body convulse as she rubbed herself calm. She suddenly became paranoid and looked about as if someone had watched her.
Countess erased the scene with her fingers. "For you, My Son, when your father finds you ready."
At the Food Village, Not Too Long Ago, in the Suburbs of City
The fluorescent lights and the piano music of a disco tune greeted her with swish of sliding doors and the rush of hurricane scents in a busy building of food and goods. It excited her-all the options! Her eyes always went wide and she felt the blush rise to her cheeks.
