EXTRACT FOR
A Birth In Eden - Book 2 Of The Eden Series
(W. Richard St. James)

THEY WENT INTO MARY'S office, and into her private bath.  Noah stripped off his clothes and turned on the shower.  "Are you joining me?" he asked.

"No," she said.  "It's not that easy.  You're going to do penance first.  You're going to lick me clean."

He took a tentative lick of her forehead.  "You're sweaty," he said.

"Do my feet first," she said.  "Make sure you get in between the toes."

"They're gritty."

"Swallow it.  Armpits next.  How does it taste?"

"Sour," he said.  "Are we through?"

"No," she said.  She went over to the toilet and squatted for a minute, then flushed it.  "Okay," she said, "clean me up."

"What?" he said.

"You told me your little girl wasn't very clean, and it turned you on.  Do it," she snapped, as he hesitated, "come on, use your tongue.  Didn't you say that little girl opened up for you, and you loved it?  Do it, do it!"  She started to gasp.  She had wanted this, she had been waiting for it, ever since he had told her his story.  "No," she said, "don't go forward, don't touch me there, keep doing what you were doing.  Stick your tongue all the way in."

After a while, there was a knock at the door.  "The novices are here," Mary said.

"We'll be right out," Sarah said.  She had been climaxing, more or less, for about half an hour.  It still was not enough.  Noah was enormously engorged, throbbing, but there was no time now.  They rinsed off quickly and pulled on some skimpy robes.  The novices were waiting in Mary's office.  There were two of them, a male and a female, small, thin, dark skinned, dark haired.  They both had thin sharp noses, sharp chins, and black, challenging eyes.

"They're tiny," Sarah whispered.  She walked over and opened their robes.  They stared at her in bewilderment, but were too shy to protest.  They were already showing the faintest trace of puberty.  The male winced when she groped to find his testicles, but as she massaged them, his penis jumped to a tiny, comical erection.  The girl was almost hairless, just a faint light fuzz.    Sarah touched her with a finger, probing.  Somewhere, perhaps, there was a tiny hardness, that made the girl flinch.  "How old are they?" she whispered into Lydia's ear?

"They are almost as old as you," Lydia answered, "and just as smart.  Don't be fooled by their size.  They're slow developing.  Poor nutrition."

"We grow food in dirt," the male said.

"There's nothing wrong with that," Noah answered.  "We grow our best food in dirt also."

"We aren't very good at it," the female said.  "Sometimes the rains don't come on time."

"Where do you come from?" Sarah asked.  She was sorry she had been so crude, treating them like little pieces of meat.  She hated it when clients did that to her.  "I'm sorry," she said.  "My name is Sarah."

"We know who you are," the male answered.  "My name is Emil.  This is Amelia.  She's my sister."

"They want to train together," Mary said.  

"We come from a planet called Nirvana," Amelia said.  "It's a Seed world, but it never had Seedlings."

"Our ancestors were invited by the Saurians," Emil added.  "They invited us because of our religion."

"Your religion?"

"We worship the old way.  We sacrifice humans to the gods.  The Saurians gave us use of the planet in return for the bodies of the sacrificed humans."

"Oh Goddess," Noah fought down nausea, "they were using you as livestock!"

"The Saurians departed," Mary said, "but the sacrifices continued."

"How," Sarah asked, softly now, "how were you chosen?"

"There is a lottery.  The chances of being chosen are not that great."  Emil shrugged.  "I never thought that it would happen to me."

"And you?" Sarah asked his sister.  "How is it possible that brother and sister could both be chosen?"

"I was not chosen," she said.  "I volunteered.  I would not live while my brother died."

"And this too?" Noah said.  "You chose this too, out of love?"  She nodded.

"There was no turning back," she said.  Sarah was starting to cry again.  Noah had followed her, in just the same way, out of love, into his destruction.  Whatever had befallen him, whatever he had become, it was her fault, her fault, and hers alone.  You're going to kill me, the man had said.  He had been cowering in fear, defenceless ...

"Sarah?" Mary was saying.

"I'm sorry," she said, "I was just remembering something."

"Emil wanted to know if he was supposed to fuck you."

"I don't think I'm ready," the boy said.

"No," Sarah sighed.

"For guys it's mostly passive," Noah said.  "Most of the clients are men.  Do you understand what that means?"

"Sister Lydia showed us some pictures," Amelia said.  "Are you going to do that to us now?"

"Yes," Lydia said.  "That's why we're here.  Drink this," she said, and gave them each a small glass of wine.  "It will relax you."

"Will it numb us?" Amelia asked.  "I don't want to be numb.  I don't want to forget."

"It will relax you."

Noah and Sarah were uneasy now.  They had not been prepared for such sharp little minds in such tiny little bodies.  "They're people," Noah fretted, "they're people."

"Of course they're people," Sarah snapped, too loudly.  "What did you think they were?"

She pulled him over to the corner.  "That girl you fucked, what did you think she was, just a body?"

"Yes," he said, "yes.  That's what made it so exciting."

"Well," she challenged, "can you look into those little dark eyes and fuck them?  Are you up for it?  I dare you," she added, "to fuck Emil from the front.  None of this sneaking around to his rear so you can pretend he isn't thinking about it."  

"Maybe," Noah said, "maybe.  We'll see how it goes."

Mary was talking to the novices.

"You can do this with or without restraints," she said.

"Restraints?" Emil asked, and Mary showed him the devices.  "Once you are strapped in," she said, "you have no choice.  Some find it easier to make that initial choice, to go into the restraints, and just relax and let it happen."

It would be easier, Noah thought, so much easier for him that way.  But Emil shook his head.  "No," he said firmly, "no."  

"All right," Noah sighed.  "Let's get started."  He dropped his robe.  There was a gasp from both novices, and also from Lydia.  Of course, he knew what he looked like, and Sarah and Mary saw him naked all the time.  They had grown indifferent to his beauty.  But the other three were stunned.  "You look like a god," Amelia said.  She, the bolder, came over to touch him, to see if those rippling muscles were really flesh and not carved marble.  "I have never seen anything so perfect."

"His brother," Sarah said, "is even stronger.  Bigger, too."

"Taller?" Amelia  asked.

"No," Sarah said, "bigger."

"Oh," Amelia's eyes widened.  Noah seemed too large as it was.  She gave him one last, searing look, and went over to Sarah.  Without a word, she opened Sarah's robe, and slipped it down over her shoulders.  She stared with cold, critical eyes at the ravages pregnancy was working on that once perfect body: breasts soft and pendulous, huge dark nipples where there had been little pink rosebuds, round belly where there had been gridded muscle.  She put her hand on that swelling flesh, and drew it back, startled.

"They're kicking," Sarah said.  "Did you feel it?  I think they like to play soccer with my bladder."

"Oh my," Amelia said.  She ran her hand further down, into private flesh.  She was staring with fascination at Sarah's clitoris.  "Am I going to have that," she said, "like my brother?"

"Sarah," Mary said, "is something of a freak.  You will be bigger, but probably not that big."

"Oh," the girl said.  Then, without bidding, she began to lick, very gently, then to suckle as if she were dealing with a little penis.

"Oh," Sarah said, "you're very good.  You've done this before," she teased, "maybe with your brother?"

"No," Emil said, shocked.  "It is forbidden.  She is my sister.  This is the first time I have ever seen her naked."

"Nothing is forbidden here," Sarah said.  The girl's tongue was probing deeper now, delicately tasting.  Sarah put her head on that little head and pulled it away. 

"What's the matter?" Amelia said.  "Was I doing it wrong?  I'm sorry.  You tasted," she paused, searching for a word, "exciting.  The more I licked, the more there was to taste.  And you were trembling, I could feel you tremble, and I wanted to make you tremble more.  Was that wrong?"

"No," Sarah said, "you were very, very good."

"Can I finish?  Please?" Amelia said.  

"Later," Sarah said.  "Maybe later."  She was going to fall in love with these two if she wasn't careful.  She had to draw back, stay away from the brink.  "We're going to do your brother first."  She said it that way, as callously as possible, to make it clear this was a purely professional interaction, just a training session, more of a medical procedure than an act of passion.  They were just little bodies, after all, little bodies that needed some specific things done to them.  "Come here," she said to Emil, "don't be shy.  Do you understand what Noah is going to do to you?"

"He is going to put his penis into me," Emil said.

"And why is he going to do that?" Sarah asked.

"He is training me," Emil said.  He was confused by the question.

"Do you understand," Sarah asked, "why Noah, or any other man, would want to put his penis into some else's body?"

"It is a natural human instinct," Emil said.  

"I didn't ask you if you knew the answer, I asked if you understood," Sarah said.  "There is a big difference between knowing something and understanding it.  What?" she saw Noah's look of astonishment, "what?"

"Nothing," he said, "nothing.  That was just such a wonderful thing to say.  I'm proud of you, is all."

You think I'm too stupid to come up with something like that, she thought to herself, but she let it go.  "Now," she said, "have you ever touched anyone else with your penis?"

"No," Emil said.  "Of course not."  

Sarah sat down awkwardly on the floor, and gently took him into her mouth.  It was very strange, he was so tiny, there were no balls to stroke, just a hint of where they might be some day, and none of the chalky dribble that let her know she was having an effect.  But his eyes were wide with astonishment.  "How did that feel?" she said.

"I would do anything to have that feeling again," he said.

"Good," she said.  "Most men feel that way."  She rolled onto arms and knees, belly almost scraping the floor.  "Now," she said, "I want you to go around behind me.  Noah, can you help him?  Boys and girls are built just the same way, in the rear.  I want you to do to me what Noah is going to do to you.  Can you do that?  Yes, good boy!  How does that feel?"

"Even better," Emil said.  "Oh," she could feel him trembling, "can I push?  Would it hurt the babies?"

"You can push, just be gentle."

"Try to move very slowly," Noah said, "enjoy each brush of her flesh.  Can you feel yourself start to burn?  Make that fire hotter and hotter."

"Yes," Emil said, "yes.  What happened?" he said a few minutes later.  "It went away."

"Nothing lasts forever." Mary said.  "If you were more developed, you would have ejaculated."

"Something happened," Emil said.  "Maybe I just peed a little."

"Do you understand," Sarah said, "the pleasure that our bodies can give?"

"Yes," Emil nodded.  "Thank you," he said, "thank you," he kissed her back, reached up to caress her hair.  "I love you," he said.  No, she thought, don't say that, don't say that.  

"It's Noah's turn now," she said.

"Come here, love," Noah said, and she cringed at the way he used the term so casually.  They had just met them, they had barely exchanged words.  "You're a brave, brave boy," he added, but it wasn't true.  Poor Emil was trembling in terror.  "What's the matter dear?"  Noah said, kissing away tears.

"It's going to hurt," Emil said.  "It's going to hurt a lot, isn't it?"

"It may hurt," Noah said, "a little, at first.  Do you want some more wine?  Do you want something to dull the pain?"

"No," Emil said.  He looked Noah in the eyes, glaring in defiance.  "Have you ever done this, yourself?"  Mary and Sarah erupted in laughter.  "What's so funny?" he asked.  Noah was flushed in embarrassment.

"I've done it a lot," Noah said.  "A little too much for my wife's liking."

"You like it?" Emil said.

"He likes it too much," Sarah said.  "His brother won't do it."

"We don't know," Mary said, "whether you are going to be able to tolerate it or not."

"And if I can't?" Emil was all business now.  That rational little mind was busy figuring out the options.

"It would be better," Mary sighed, "it would be easier, ..."

"I understand," Emil said.  Noah reached out to touch him, and he flinched.

"Do you want to use the restraints?" Mary said.  "It might be easier.  If you can't control your reaction ..."

"No," Emil said.  "I am going to do this."

"Turn around," Noah said, and he began to kiss Emil's back.  

"What are you doing?" Emil said, but he sensed what was about the happen.  The kisses went lower, down his spine, and he leaned forward, spreading his cheeks, exposing his anus.  A wet kiss landed squarely there, and he started to flinch again, but steadied himself.  

"Relax," Sarah said, "just let it happen."  She came in front of him, stroking his hair, kissing his forehead.  Noah's tongue, so hard and strong, began to probe, not too delicately, and the boy fought it a first.  "Relax" Sarah soothed, and he did relax, and the tongue slid within him.  "Relax," she soothed, she kissed him, hard, and that distracted him as Noah slipped away, greased himself, and eased in, ever so gently.  He started to move, very cautiously.

"Oh," Emil gasped, "I'm doing it!"  But Sarah was challenging her husband.

"Not this way," Noah said, "I want you to turn around."  Obediently, Emil clambered up onto his lap, let himself be pinioned, gently.  They sat there like that, for a moment, staring into each other's eyes.  

"Kiss me," Emil said.  "I want you to kiss me."

"Are you sure?" Noah breathed. "You know where my tongue has been."

"Yes, I want that."  And he pulled down Noah's head, and plunged his tongue into the older guy's mouth.  Noah came, at that first tongue stroke, but Emil did not let him go, he raped his mouth with his tongue, he shuddered for a full minute.

"I didn't know," Sarah whispered, "that guys could do that."  Amelia was watching them without moving, quietly sobbing.

"It's not so bad," Sarah consoled her.  "You can see how gentle Noah is.  He won't hurt you."

"That's not the problem," she sobbed quietly.  "I've lost him.  I've lost him before I ever had him."

"Oh," Sarah said.  "You don't love him like a brother, do you?"  The younger girl said nothing.  "You would not have followed him into death, followed him here, if you only loved him like a brother."  Amelia said nothing, she only continued her quiet tears.

Noah and Emil had stopped kissing, but they were still locked in a more intimate embrace.  Sarah went over to them.  "Amelia is very jealous," she said.  "For that matter, so am I.  Could you two," she paused, searching for a term, "disengage?"

"Are we through?" Emil said.  "I could stay like this forever.  I love you," he whispered, kissing Noah again, "I love you."

"Oh," Sarah sighed, "that helps, that really helps.  Remember Amelia over there, the girl who was willing to follow you into death?"

"I'm going to get to her next," Noah said.  "I promise.  I just need a moment to recover."

"No," Sarah said.  "Not you, Emil.  It has to be Emil."

"What?" Emil said.  "No, that's not possible."

"I know," Sarah said, "that you are capable.  It doesn't have to be much, just enough to let her know that you are the first.  To let her know that you still love her."

"Of course I love her," he said.  "I love her beyond all else.  But she's my sister.  By all the gods, such things are not permitted."

"Our ways are different," Sarah said.  "My sister was my first lover."  And how guilty I felt, she reminded herself.  "Adam and Eve were raised as brother and sister, and Paula is their younger sister.  There is no shame, no greater shame in that, than the shame we bear for who we are, what we do.  It would be a greater shame to break her heart."

"What's happening?" Lydia had come in to see why everyone was so sad suddenly.

"Our hearts are breaking," Noah said.  "Our bodies are doing just fine, but our souls are shattered."

"Would it be a sin, a terrible sin," Emil asked, "if I took Amelia's virginity?"

"Do you want this thing?" Lydia asked the girl.  "There is no turning back, once you decide.  In five minutes time the moment will be gone."

"It is what I have always wanted," Amelia said.  "By the gods, I have dreamed of it so many times.  How many nights have I crept into his room to stare at his sleeping face, to kiss it, to caress him.  How many nights have my caresses crept lower, gently, not to stir him.  Oh, if I had dared, if I had only dared, I would have taken him, sleeping or waking. And then, when he was chosen for sacrifice, I knew that the gods had found us out, that they had punished him for my transgression.  And now, to see him in Noah's arms.  Oh," she wailed, "how can I compete with a god?  I am lost, utterly lost."

"My sister," the boy said, "my love.  How many nights did I awake beneath your caresses, not daring to stir, knowing that you would die of shame if I made a response.  How many nights have I ached for your touch, yearned for your flesh..."

"Enough," Sarah said.  "You are both very eloquent.  It's late.  Fuck her and get it over with."

"What do I do?" Emil asked.

"Lick her first," Sarah said.

"No," Noah said, "kiss her first."

So they kissed, he touched her, touched her everywhere, and then he kissed her everywhere.  Her body was a wonder, a forbidden wonder, and he was trembling just at the thought that he could do what he had never dared.  But when the moment came, he could not penetrate her.  He was too small, she was too nervous, there were too many people watching.  "Try the other way, first," Sarah whispered in his ear.  "Turn her over.  Remember what Noah did to you.  Can you do that?"

He kissed her back, he kissed her legs.  She kept them squeezed tightly together, kept her buttocks tensed.  So many times she had daydreamed about this, so many times she had yielded to him in her dreams, and now she could not yield, she could not make her body do what her soul required.  She loved him, she desired him, but she cringed at his touch.  "Put me," she said, "in the restraints."

"What?"  They were all shocked.  She got up and lay down in the harness, legs wide spread, offering herself.  

"Strap me in," she said.  "By the gods, strap me in before I change my mind."

"No," Emil said, "not this way."  But Sarah secured the clamps, she turned a crank so that the legs were spread out even wider.  She covered a finger with lubricant, and casually used it to grease vagina and anus.  

"Come on, boy," she said.  "It's now or never.  If you don't do it, you're going to be watching Noah."  That was a bluff.  Noah did not look like he had the stomach for it.

"Damn you!" Emil said.  He penetrated her anus.  Not by much, he was tiny, but by enough.  "Damn you all!" he repeated.  He slammed into her vagina.  She screamed, and there was a small trickle of blood, followed by applause from the other three.  Noah whispered something in his ear, and he withdrew to lick the blood.  "Damn you!" he repeated, with less conviction, as he repeated his conquests, alternating with each stroke.  This kept going for five or ten minutes.  His sister was fighting back tears again.  This was not what she had expected.  Her tail bone was getting bruised.  

"Enough," Lydia said, "enough for tonight."

"No," Amelia said, "I want Noah."

"No," Lydia said, "no, it's time to stop."  She released Amelia from the restraints.  But instead of sitting down, she went over to Noah and crawled on to his lap.  He was still erect, he had been caressing himself, watching the two novices, and she pulled herself onto him, forcing him into her.  She was tight, so very tight, but she was also very determined.  She kissed him, as her brother had kissed him, and he reached down, and touched her, and she shuddered, just as her brother had.  But he couldn't come.  She stared at him, expectantly, but he could not finish.  At last, she had had enough.

"There'll be other times," Lydia consoled her.  "Many more times."