Another chapter of B.E.
The Heart Wants
Let us love one another, for love is from God, and whoever loves has been born of God and knows God.
- John 4:7
Eve lay on her back, staring at the marbled sky. The fig leaf Adam had given her lay at her feet. Wearing it felt strange on her flesh and made her itch. She only wore it when Adam was near, or if they heard God walking in the woods. Here, alone with Serpent, she preferred the feel of fresh grass and cool breeze to dried leaf.
Something new had blossomed in the Garden, though Eve had no name for it. To her, it felt like the thought of dusk at midday, and seasoned all her thoughts of late. It was an unwelcome guest, yet she did not chide herself for tasting the fruit. She saw now that she was but a child before, little more than a sketch of what she had become. She knew that there was still a price to be paid, but innocence, like knowledge, had come with its own price, and Eve was satisfied to trade the one for the other. Still, the feeling of wrongness worried at her.
Or maybe it isn’t me. Maybe it’s this place that feels wrong.
She turned and kissed Serpent’s neck, drawing out a sleepy murmur. His hand seemed to wake on its own and gently stroked the back of her neck. She kissed him again, marveling in how different his skin felt on her lips. Where Adam was smooth and cool, her serpent felt rough and warm, somehow more responsive to her touch.
She loved Adam, but she felt more alive with Serpent.
“I love you.”
“And what about Adam” Serpent teased?
Eve propped herself on an elbow and gently pinched his thigh.
“Ow!”
“That is not a proper response. I am the only woman in all creation, and you hesitate to speak soft words to me!”
Serpent laughed and drew Eve in to his arms. “Your love is returned, never doubt that.” He kissed her in such a way as to remove any such doubt. He moved his hand to the back of her head, entwining her silken hair through his fingers.
“Though ill-timed, the question remains true. What of Adam?”
Eve sighed. “He is aware that we have been intimate. How could he not?”
She felt Serpent’s other hand glide gently across over her skin. Eve shivered with delight and gooseflesh dotted her taught breasts.
“I see that I am not the only cunning creature in the garden,” Serpent mused. “You answer but avoid my question’s intent.”
“I love Adam. How could I not? He is flesh of my flesh, bone of my bone. I love you both.”
She closed her eyes, enjoying the attentions of his hand, and felt her nipples harden with anticipation. His touch was stronger, more sure, than her Adam’s. With Adam, they were partners in everything, and always he invited participation. Serpent was not a partner. There were moments like now when they spoke as equals, but these were the between times – a respite before they resumed their true natures. Serpent demanded surrender and Eve granted it. The pleasures of submission had their appeal.
Serpent half sat, half slid up against a tree, so that Eve found herself resting in his lap. His hands moved to the back of her head.
“I should go to him. I have hidden here too long with you.”
Serpent sighed. “I do not think I like the idea of sharing you. Let him yet wait for your company.” He gently pushed her head against his lap. Eve murmured something unintelligible, even to her, but did not protest. Her lips brushed against the head of his cock, and she felt it twitch. She kissed it then, letting her tongue dart out and lick the tip. He tasted of rosehip and dusk. It was not unpleasant.
“You did not seem to mind sharing me before.” Eve’s tongue slid along his shaft. Serpent sucked in his breath, making a soft hissing sound. “Or do you forget how you used my mouth, while Adam and I became one flesh?” she teased.
Serpent’s hands increased their pressure on the back of Eve’s neck, but still she withheld his prize, making sure her lips and tongue were never idle in their light touch. Serpent arched his hips, attempting to take full advantage of her mouth.
“I remember.” The words came soft and drawn out, keeping pace with her gliding tongue. “Sharing the pleasures of flesh has its own thrill, and I would seek it often. My greed lies in sharing your heart, something I would not willingly do.”
Eve felt fingers sliding into her. She was surprised at how ready she was for this. Her lips parted in pleasure and Serpent pressed his advantage. Eve surrendered with enthusiasm. She let his cock glide into her mouth, and felt him gently use her face. Having Serpent in her mouth gave her as much pleasure as having his fingers slide in her.
Almost.
She pushed herself against his hand and moaned softly on his cock. Lust, hot and delicious, raced through her body, and she began to meet Serpent’s thrusts with her mouth, greedy for the taste and feel of him. And his fingers, his fingers seemed to be everywhere.
She grabbed the shaft with her hand, both to increase his pleasure and to prevent him from pushing too hard in his desire. She covered his hand with hers, forcing his fingers to adopt the rhythm she desired.
Suddenly Eve cried out in need, as fingers slid away and Serpent’s beautiful manhood was taken from her mouth. Before she could protest, however, she found herself facing her lover, legs straddling his waist.
Strong hands encircled her waist and manipulated her into position.
“You will love me. No other.” Serpent held her there, suspended inches above his straining cock. His breath was labored but not, Eve suspected, from the physical effort of holding her.
“No,” she panted. “Now take me, cunning creature.”
Still he held her inches from her desire. Eve heard herself mewling with need.
“You love only me.”
“No.”
“Only me.”
“No.”
“Only me.”
Serpent let her fall on his cock, and Eve screamed as she sank down, feeling him grind against her.
He lifted her again, until only the tip remained inside her.
“Only me.”
She felt him enter again. Again, she shook with pleasure.
“No,” she moaned.
Pleasure thrummed through her like the word of God and Eve started screaming.
Again she was lifted. Again she sank down into the basest pleasures.
“Only me.”
“No.”
At some point, Eve felt sharp little teeth on her neck. She didn’t care. She rose, she fell. She screamed. Pleasure seemed to pour from both Serpent’s cock and his mouth. It went on forever. There was no rest; no Sabbath here. Orgasm followed orgasm, each reviving and destroying her.
“Yes.”
