You Stay

You consider her offer for a moment. Crazy as it is, you can't but feel drawn to this beautiful young woman.

You've spent your whole academic life searching for a lost civilization, and where has that gotten you? You're single, ignored by your peers, and looked at as something of a black sheep in your family.

In those beautiful grey eyes, you see the future that the two of you could share together. A simple future to be sure, but one built on love and respect. And who knows, with your knowledge and experience you may very likely pull this entire world out of the dark ages. It would be a very real chance to go down in history, albeit the history of a people that aren't your own.

You answer her with a kiss. Pulling her in close. Within moments, your clothes are in a pile in the hay and you find yourself buried to the hilt inside of her, each powerful thrust ripping a lusty cry from her throat.

"Fill me with your seed," she pants, her fingers dig painfully into your ass as she tries to pull you in even deeper.

Sensing her impending climax you grab hold of those fantastic breasts and squeeze. Her hand clutches yours desperately as she cries out in ecstasy, legs bucking wildly to either side of you as a mind-shattering orgasm crashes through her body.

The sensation of her pussy clamping down along the length of your shaft is too much to bear and with a final, **** thrust you ejaculate deep inside her.

The remainder of the day is spent rolling around in the hay, fucking with reckless abandon. Very little farm work gets done.

The weeks pass by in a blur, your days are spent tending the farm and your nights are spent making love to a woman you've come to love.

A month goes by and one morning you find Sarah retching in the privy behind the cottage. You rush over to her to see if she's okay but when you arrive she just smiles at you and gently holds her stomach.

The wedding is a simple affair, conducted by the local priestess, with a few of Sarah's friends and family in attendance. A part of you wishes your own family could be here to celebrate the union, but the feeling quickly passes as you see your stunning bride walk down the aisle, the swell of her belly just barely visible under her beautiful blue wedding dress.

The years go by and you have three young children. Two daughters, both as big as you, and a son, bigger still. With the farm self-sufficient you often travel to the capital city and attempt to share your knowledge with the scholars at the university. Being a man, few people are willing to listen and, while you do publish several books, you doubt that any of them will be taken seriously within your lifetime.

One day you walk by the small pond behind your house and stare back at the reflection. You are old now, well into your sixties, with grey hair and a limp. You smile as you touch the faded scar on your forehead where you fell so many years before.

Later that night you lay next to Sarah, she smiles at you, and you smile back. Her hair is gray now, and face is wrinkled, but to you, she will always look as beautiful as the day you met.

You close your eyes, thinking about how lucky you've been. Sarah, your children, the farm. You go to sleep with a grin on your face, absolutely certain that you made the right decision.

You never wake up.