A Lonely Eden 4 (Patreon)

The first month after Eve’s arrival was… challenging, to say the least. She had so much she had to learn, and a lot to unlearn as well. Still, seeing me come back from the dead after three days of absolute misery on her part seemed to have planted one hell of a willingness to listen and learn in her. Hell, she was practically a sponge, taking in everything I was telling her with a narrow eyed focus and putting it into practice. That isn’t to say she was a meek little slip of a girl, once the shock of my pulling a Jesus wore off, she started showing a bit of spine. And sass. A lot of sass.

In retrospect, any eleven year old girl who had the steel to kill her rapist before he’d finished catching his breath was probably going to have quite a bit of snark to her. Oh yeah, I also got her age: eleven years and ten months, when she arrived. But back to the sass, I’m not sure if she was doing it because that was just her personality, if she was doing it to tempt me, or if it was an attempt to make me not want to touch her. If it was the latter, it failed. Horribly.

“Grk! Grk! Grk! Glk!” Eve gagged on my dick as I held her down against the sandy river beach and force fed her its length. Her mouth was warm, wet, and the way her tongue wrapped around me as I held onto her hair was divine. Using my grip on her luscious red mane, I bobbed her head back and forth, driving my cock so deep that I’d swear I could feel her collarbone as I bottomed out. With a grunt, I let go, shooting my load straight down her throat into her stomach.

Finally, I pulled out, letting her gasp for breath as multiple strands of spit hung between her lips and my throbbing shaft. Eyes red and glistening with tears, she gave me a tired glare as her left hand massaged her throat, “‘Gentle’ isn’t a word you know, is it?”

“What do you expect?” I returned, as I picked her up by her hips and turned her over so she was on her hands and knees. By this point, she simply braced herself as I flipped up her fur-lined skirt (the first one she made on her own) to expose her still perfectly smooth slit. Even after a month of vigorous fucking, Eve was just as tight as that first time. “With your cute face, pert butt, and your tight, perfect little pussy, how could I possibly resist you?”

I used the thumb of my left hand to pull open her lower lips, just enough for me to properly aim, before thrusting into her. She whined, our size difference making the first part of sex painful regardless of how much or little prep we’d done, and I groaned as I leaned over her petite form. She was always so fucking tight. I let go of her pert little butt, sliding both hands up under her vest to tease her budding breasts.

As my fingers rubbed against her swelling nubs, she hissed, making me pause, both in surprise and at how her cunt clamped down on me, “Please…”

“Please, what?” I asked, not moving. Both to let her adjust to being stuffed completely full, and because I was curious, a distinct, hopeful possibility tickling in the back of my mind.

“My chest… it’s been sore,” she explained.

With me behind her as I was, she couldn’t see the grin on my face. There was a chance I’d successfully put a baby in Eve’s preteen womb. It would take a couple months before I’d be sure, but I was looking forward to seeing her belly swell with our baby. I rewarded Eve with a vigorous fucking that left her dazed and fuck drunk on the beach, our mixed cum oozing out of her red, puffy pussy in a frothy mess. I might have pinched and squeezed her nipples more than was necessary, but I couldn’t help it when it made her already tight pussy become so tight I could barely move.

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It was about four months since Eve had been dropped on my doorstep (so to speak), and she was wonderfully, gloriously pregnant. I was probably a bit more in love with it than was necessary, but the fact that she often woke up to me laying a series of kisses on her swelling baby bump always left a smile on her face, even if she rolled her eyes at it.

It was now about halfway between the summer solstice and the fall equinox. Assuming the nine month thing I vaguely remember from before held true, then our first baby would probably be born about a month after the winter solstice. Boy or girl, I didn’t care, I just wanted the opportunity to hold my child in my arms, feel their tiny hand hold onto my finger, help them take their first steps… no doubt about it, I was in love with the thought of being a daddy.

“Ready for the day?” I asked Eve as I got up from the bed.

“Depends,” she said, her voice dry. “Are you planning on making it so that I can’t walk again?”

I chuckled, “Not this morning. A herd of mammoths are coming through the region, they always do this time of year, so I’m going to try to snag one so I can smoke them.”

“‘Mammoths’? The giant hairy elephants, right?” she asked.

“That’s them, yeah,” I agreed.

“So I shouldn’t expect to see you back for three days, there’s enough food for me and the baby, right?”

I rolled my eyes at the estimation of my odds of survival. I admit, I’d taken more risks now than I had before, but I wasn’t reckless. Even knowing now that I’d come back three days after dying, I did still have someone else to think about. Two now, what with Eve being pregnant. Grabbing the bundle of spears, rope, and other tools I’d need for my planned trap, I leaned in and gave Eve a kiss that, after a few moments hesitation, she returned. Progress!

Now to practice my papa-ing skills. I leaned down, wrapping an arm around the small of Eve’s back, and placed a peck on her baby bump, “You take care of Mommy while I’m gone, alright? I’ll be back soon.”

Eve shoved my head, a fond smile on her face that quickly vanished. Don’t worry, my ginger tsundere, I’ll be fine. I’ve done this dozens of times, and don’t think it’s killed me since the fifth time I did it.

With that interaction, I left the cave and headed to the nearby plains. Mammoths weren’t like elephants, who fed on leaves and other greens from trees. Mammoths were grazers, using their trunks to rip up grass and eat that. It was the weirdest fucking shit first time I saw it: the biggest animals I’d ever seen in person, eating grass like an oversized, noodle nosed cow. Pretty damn tasty though. The skin made for some pretty good shoes for walking through craggy terrain, and the fat was able to be made into surprisingly long lasting lard.

It took me a good two hours before I reached the spot where I’d be able to conduct my hunting, and I got to work. Step one was to gather up a metric fuckton of dry brush. The kind of stuff that caught fire easily, especially when I lined some of the branches with pitch. That took another three hours.

Getting the brush placed in the right spots took more time, I needed it to be in a semicircle around the cliff face but big enough that the entire herd would fit inside. Once I got that done, I still had another day before the mammoths themselves would get here. They were surprisingly punctual, showing up in this region on practically the exact hour year after year. It helped that I only ever got one of them in this trap. But they were so big that just by myself I’d been eating off one for weeks.

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“Honey, I’m home!” I shouted as I huffed and puffed. This was the worst part of hunting mammoth: dragging it back to the cave.

“Took you long enough, ass,” she hollered back as she came out. It was probably my imagination and eagerness to be a dad speaking, but I thought I could see just a little bit of growth in her baby bump.

“It was long, but I return with the fruits of my labor: a shitload of delicious red meat. Now comes the smoking,” I said with a firm nod.

“Oh joy, now the cave’s going to smell like a fire for months,” she drawled as she walked past me to take a look at the wheel-less cart thing I’d used to carry the massive cuts of meat and ivory.

“It does that anyway,” I pointed out, before picking her up and perching her ass on my forearm. “But first, I have gone too long without my lovely loli waifu.”

“It’s been three days!” she shouted, smacking my chest with her tiny fists.

“Like I said, too long.”

I didn’t wait to reach the cave, instead I spun her around so we were chest to chest, and braced her back against a willow tree. Resting her legs against my own, I fished out my length and started grinding against her, my lips leaning down to capture hers and plundering her mouth with my tongue. She fought back, her tongue lashing out to parry mine, but in a scant few moments I proved the victor, and my dick now rock hard. I pulled my hips back, lined myself up, and pushed in. Eve whined into my mouth, her hands grabbing onto and digging into the meat of my shoulders as her whole body tensed from the pain.

I broke the kiss, resting my forehead against hers, “Relax, that’s the only thing that’ll make it better.”

She swallowed thickly, her eyes red as she glared up at me, “You say that every time, asshole.”

“Because it’s true, it’s your asshole I’m in after all,” I shot back.

Despite her annoyed huff, her ass did loosen up, allowing me to slide in just a little further. Then a little more, and a little more. It took a good five minutes of slow progress and working my cock back and forth, but soon I was fully buried in her pale, pert, pubescent butt. I looked down between us, to where we were joined, and grinned at the sense of accomplishment that filled me. The knowledge that little, tiny Eve could take all of my rod into her tightest hole.

“There we are,” I told her. Her eyes shone with unshed tears, her lower lip was red from where she’d bit it to keep from crying, but she still glared at me. God I was falling for this girl. “That’s a good girl.”

“Just get it over with,” she said, her voice thick with a heady mix of pain and pleasure.

“You know you love it, my little butt slut,” I teased her, flexing my core and thus making my dick bounce inside her.

Eve moaned, and as I began the long, slow process of pulling out, a certain part of her started leaking copious amounts. Sure enough, after only a few thrusts, she let out a long, low, whining moan that I recognized as her cumming, aided by how her head fell back to rest against the tree behind her and she clenched down painfully tight.

Don’t get me wrong, I could force myself to move regardless of how tight she got, but I didn’t want to take the chance that something would come out that shouldn’t, so I didn’t. Besides, if I forced it, then she’d hate it for real instead of this tsundere attitude towards butt stuff. I settled my gaze onto her pregnant belly, my mind dancing with the thought of watching it swelling over the coming months until she gave birth, then doing it all over again a few more months down the line, rinse and repeat. I was going to keep knocking Eve up for as long as I could, until either she couldn’t have any more, or I died for good.