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The Rene Elohim - Revised
by Dr.T (waucondaone@nctv.com)

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The original version of sex between male and female 
human beings was very limited as allowed by the ruling 
militia of the ancient Roman Empire, toward liturgical 
priesthoods often exposed to little more than 
paganistic belief. Much of the ancient scrolls 
describing early belief in God were simply thrown out 
because they were in conflict with practiced paganism 
at the time. This story has been made possible in 
research through the auspices of the modern Internet 
and Worldwide Web, and more aligns true religious 
belief that was offered by God originally. (MF, 
biblical, rom, orgy, ws)

***

Written in cooperation with Alexis Haines, Housewife; 
John Thundercloud, Winnebaga Indian; Sharon Gilbert, 
MythArc; and Don Thomason, Glastonbury Pilgrimage 
Committee. This story is a revision of the original THE 
BENE ELOHIM and includes the updated version that 
brings us to understand why the oldest continuing royal 
family in the world, the British Windsors, have not 
only prospered but continue to rule a lot of God's 
kingdom today.

The Holy Bible, Authorized King James Version: GENESIS 
6:1-2: And it came to pass, when men began to multiply 
on the face of the earth, and daughters were born unto 
them, That the sons of God saw the daughters of men 
that they were fair; and they took them wives of all 
which they chose.

"And again the Lord said to Raphael: 'Bind Azazel hand 
and foot, and cast him into the darkness: and make an 
opening in the desert, which is in Dudael, and cast him 
therein. And place upon him rough and jagged rocks, and 
cover him with darkness, and let him abide there for 
ever, and cover his face that he may not see light. And 
on the day of the great judgment he shall be cast into 
the fire... ...And the whole Earth has been corrupted 
through the works that were taught by Azazel: to him 
ascribe all sin." The Book of Enoch "Now it came to 
pass, when men began to multiply on the face of the 
Earth, and daughters were born to them, that the sons 
of God saw the daughters of men, that they were 
beautiful; and they took wives for themselves of all 
whom they chose." Genesis 6:1

THE SONS OF GOD

I lie in darkness. No light, no food, no water has 
reached me for thousands of years and yet still I live, 
buried until Earth's final day. The archangel Raphael 
imprisoned me here. Oh, I fought him; but his strength 
was far greater than mine and besides, our Lord was not 
about to let him fail. His anger was beyond even my 
imagination, when it came. Truthfully I had always 
known it would end like this. I accept. So I lay in 
darkness, a silent captive beneath a dry desert 
mountain, awaiting the Day of Judgment. On that day I 
shall be thrown into the fires to burn, and burn, and 
still not die. I accept. Given enough time, you can.

I am Azazel. To me has been ascribed all sin, beyond 
even that of beautiful Eve. For this, I pay. But for 
all time, while I wait and while I burn, I shall 
remember. And smile.

In my disgrace I am unknown now, as are my brethren who 
came with me to Earth. All two hundred of us lie buried 
or destroyed. But I remember how once I was an angel of 
the Cherubim, the guardians of the fixed stars, and 
keepers of celestial records. And I remember brave, 
blazing Shemyaza, a Seraph, higher and closer to our 
Lord than me. He knew well what risk we ran. He had 
already seen Satanel, another Seraph and the greatest 
of us all, thrown from Heaven with all his followers. 
Yes, the once bright and shining morning star, thrown 
from heaven! It shook Shemyaza hard. Yet Shemyaza had 
wanted it as much as I, and so he overcame his fear and 
bound all two hundred of us in a solemn oath. We all 
swore to do it. Our Lord sent the archangel Michael, 
the warrior who will call us all to the flames one day, 
to deal with Shemyaza. Oh, terrible Michael! How we 
feared him, in the end. Once we looked down on Michael 
from a greater height, Shemyaza and me. Now we lie in 
the belly of the earth on which we once walked with 
such wanton joy.

Before we left our heavenly dominions, we two hundred 
were beings of light and fire, the Sons of God, the 
Bene Elohim in the ancient tongue. We were also called 
the Watchers, because our Lord chose us to watch over 
the children, Adam and Eve. And so we did not support 
Satanel when he refused to kneel before them. Although 
we felt for Satanel and understood his agony and 
rejection, we did not join his rebellion; instead, we 
kept apart from the war, kept our hearts and minds on 
the children as He had ordered us to do. On the day he 
fell, Satanel cursed us for standing aside. On that 
day, we should have taken heed.

The watching of the new creation was a solemn duty to 
us, at first. The gentle creatures were frail, being of 
the Earth. Death was not in the Garden, nor disease or 
sickness; they lived in the sustaining grace around 
them, but they did not have our power. And there were 
other differences. We were created with the knowledge 
of all things, while Adam and Eve were innocent and 
unknowing. They were ignorant of good and evil, the 
ways of the Earth and the order of things. They lived 
as our Lord intended, knowing nothing of desire, fear 
or pain. We were charged with a great responsibility; 
to watch the children, always, to ensure they never 
changed. We were the Watchers.

We did not reveal ourselves except as streams of 
daylight through cloudy skies or moonlight on murmuring 
streams. Unseen, we walked beside them and listened to 
their childlike chatter, flew beside them as they ran 
through the grassy, open places and sat beside them in 
the fern-filled woods on temperate summer days. Slowly, 
our solemn responsibility gave way to enjoyment of 
them. 

We caressed their skin with gentle breezes, filled 
their nostrils with the fragrance of roses, and 
gladdened their sight with wild flowers everywhere. 
They laughed at the simplest of pleasures, and it made 
us love them. We put seeds in their hands, induced them 
to bury them and, to their wide-eyed joy and wonder, we 
made the Garden abundant for them. Nothing failed them, 
including us. The years went by and the children were 
safe, and truly loved, in our care.

How it was that he slipped by us, I will never know. He 
had always been the mightiest amongst us, the prince of 
the angels, and I suppose we never thought Satanel 
could conceive of such malice. Certainly, we could not. 
We never once thought of how he had cursed us, as he 
fell. Had we become careless after all those years, 
that we left Eve so alone? We asked ourselves many 
questions after that fateful day. Poor Eve!

We never guarded the Trees; we just turned the children 
away gently if they strayed too close. The fruits from 
the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil were forbidden 
to them, as were the fruits of the Tree of Life. They 
knew this, although they did not know why; sweet, 
simple things, they never questioned why. But their 
grace was dependent entirely upon their ignorance. 
Which they lost, of course, the instant they ate from 
the first Tree.

Our poor, confused children were thrown out! They were 
driven from their home before they could understand 
anything of what they now felt; shame, fear, turmoil 
and despair. They were driven out on our account, for 
now we could not be trusted to keep them from the Tree 
of Life. We failed, and it was Adam and Eve who paid.

In mute shock, we watched them go. Later we questioned 
the justice of it, but at the time we could do no more 
than stand in silent, heart-wrenching sorrow as our 
children were driven out of the Garden, to first begin 
their struggle to survive.

Looking back now, I see how it changed us. It was not 
only Adam and Eve who fell from grace. When Satanel 
shamed us, when the children were expelled for our 
complacency, we knew guilt for the first time. We never 
admitted it, even to ourselves, I think; but in each of 
us there grew a private resentment. Though our hearts 
were changed, we did not yet dare to disobey our Lord. 
From our remote height in the heavens we continued to 
watch; but we no longer watched for Him. Now, we 
watched for us.

We had taught them well in the Garden. Adam and Eve 
survived. In time, they even taught us something. They 
turned to each other for comfort in their misery and, 
for the first time, we watched them copulate.

Shemyaza and I shared a special curiosity in the 
children's procreation. It was something our Lord had 
not explained to us, we having no need of the 
knowledge. But it was like a dance to us, and it 
fascinated Shemyaza, especially. When he chanced upon a 
coupling, he would find me to watch with him, to watch 
the rising pleasure and to smell the copious release, 
and later we marked together the swelling of the 
women's bellies and breasts. Then when the women 
suckled their babies, we watched in silent wonder and 
moved our lips to the sounds, the like of which we had 
never heard before.

The women were a mystery to us. Across the airless 
void, Shemyaza was drawn to them and so was I. But our 
fascination troubled us and to indulge it felt like 
betrayal, so we never spoke of it. But this, now, I 
understand: if you do not voice your longing, it will 
grow. It grew in Shemyaza, as well as me. As it turned 
out, we were not the only ones.

It was the silver-shining Jeqon, a Watcher of the lower 
angels, who brought it all to a head as he, Shemyaza 
and I watched Eve planting seeds one fine autumn day.

"Why do we stay apart from them?" he asked.

"Why?" Shemyaza answered, amazed at the question, 
"Because that is the Earth, Jeqon, and we are celestial 
beings. We belong here, in the heavens."

"That's not an answer. If it's the only one you've got, 
I say we should be there with them."

"Are you angry with me? Jeqon, I only offer what I 
know."

I, too, caught his rebuke. It wasn't his question that 
stunned me, it was his audacity. This was not the way 
to put a question to an angel of either the Seraphim or 
Cherubim. Jeqon's tone was sharp and accusatory. I 
could see Shemyaza considering him, wondering if he had 
been encouraged to be so brave.

"Well know this, both of you; I am sick to my core with 
their suffering. They've gone from ease and joy, to 
fear and abject misery and we've done nothing but watch 
from our glorious heaven!"

His spitting contempt stung, but as I watched Eve drop 
seeds into the stony holes she'd made, I remembered our 
Lord's commands. "We were told not to interfere, Jeqon, 
it is forbidden." I answered, softly. "We are to watch 
them, only. What would you have us do?"

"Convene the Watchers. Let me speak to them, if you 
will not. I say again, we should be there with them!"

I deferred to my brother, as usual. "Shemyaza? You are 
the highest among us, what do you say? Shall we discuss 
it?"

Shemyaza's eyes were darkly glowing in his golden, 
radiant face, his gaze intent upon Eve's sweat-
streaked, dirty body. His words came slowly.

"I remember the commands. I know it is forbidden, and I 
do not wish to deceive. But I remember nothing about 
where we were to watch from, Azazel, do you? What if we 
watched them from on the Earth, just to be closer to 
them? There would be no harm, and perhaps we could 
comfort them with our presence." Suddenly he turned to 
me, "For myself, I only want to be closer to them. It's 
the women, Azazel." He would not say more in front of 
Jeqon.

It is tragic now, to remember the pleading in his eyes 
as he asked me to know his heart, finally, and my own 
swift surge of hope. Oh, Shemyaza, I already knew your 
heart because I knew my own! From that moment, the rest 
was inevitable.

And so it was me who coolly said, "Call the Watchers, 
Jeqon. If we all agree, then we'll go down and walk 
amongst them." But then I looked directly into 
Shemyaza's face, "Know this, though; if we do more than 
watch, then it may go badly with us. Let us be clear on 
that, when we decide." I swear I saw flames in his 
eyes. I wonder now; was the fire his, or was it the 
reflection of my own?

When the two hundred met, Jeqon put the case for 
descending. He quoted Shemyaza. That was clever because 
all of us, including me, respected Shemyaza and 
considered him our leader. Among the Watchers, 
Shemyaza's word was law. If they knew Shemyaza had said 
we might go down, then they would listen. Jeqon spoke 
carefully, and well. In fact, those who knew his usual 
boyish enthusiasm would say he had been coached.

Then the massive red fire of Gadreel, another of the 
lower angels, pushed his way to the front. His deeply 
resonating voice spoke clear and loud. True to his 
nature, he scorned our compromises and threw the Fall 
in all our faces.

"What does it matter where we watch from, if all we do 
is watch their slow death? Look at them! They scavenge 
from the land, and barely have grain enough for their 
daily bread. Who among us does not feel responsible? 
Does it seem enough to you, to go down and be hidden 
among them, just to watch them? What good is that? I 
say we go down, and I say we go as men!" A ripple of 
anxiety spread through the throng. "Yes! Let us do more 
than watch! Let us repay the debt we owe them. Let us 
help them and work beside them! We owe them this!"

A few turned silently to each other to gauge their 
brothers' reactions, uncertain how to respond. They 
were tense, guarded, but none turned away. Then quiet 
Araziel spoke, softly shimmering in the muted colors of 
Earth's sunsets. His voice was the hush of the end of 
the day.

"It is true, we all have knowledge they can use. 
Gadreel, you know metal craft and can teach them how to 
make tools. Penemue, you know the properties of all the 
plants and can help improve their nutrition. There is 
so much we can do, all of us. For myself, I know the 
ways of the Earth. I see how the harvests have failed, 
and what the grains need. I will teach the children 
these things. And when I do, I will work alongside them 
so that I can train them and make their learning 
complete. I will not be hidden, and I will not appear 
to them as I am now. I will be as a man. And as a man, 
I will take a woman."

Finally, it had been said. His softly spoken words 
crashed into them like a meteor. The Watchers burst 
into uproar, arguments for and against surging like a 
solar storm around them. Shemyaza's glowing light 
paled. "Azazel, what have we done? This goes too far. 
Speak to them!" Quickly, I stood forward.

"Araziel, your gifts would ensure the life of the 
children, and Gadreel, yours too. But we are not men! 
Listen to me! Listen!" the conflagration died down, and 
they turned to hear me. With some, their eyes were 
wild; some were defiant, some were frightened. The 
Watchers had never been divided before, not even when 
Satanel had asked us to join his war.

"Think about what you are saying, Araziel, and you 
others who agree. To interfere in the way we speak of 
is against the commands, this you well know; but if it 
is to sustain our Lord's creation, then perhaps we may 
be forgiven. And you, who disagree, you must know that 
if we are to teach skills in earnest then we must show 
the children how these things are done. These are not 
things that can happen as if by accident, as we taught 
them in the Garden. So we must be as men, if we agree 
to show them the ways." All the Watchers nodded, 
murmured their agreement; so far, so good.

But the question was no longer 'shall we go down?' or 
even 'shall we go down as men?' but now, 'shall we take 
women?' Shemyaza hissed a low warning in my ear, "Mark 
well your next words, Azazel. They will be remembered."

I took a breath, and spoke as reasonably as I could. 
"Watchers, to appear as men and to live as men are two 
distinct things. If we give up our power and take on 
the bodies of men, then we may teach them well. But we 
still belong to our Lord. Whatever we think of what 
happened, and yes, I know you think of it, we are still 
His. If we lay with the women, then we cheat Him. It is 
betrayal, Watchers. It is Sin. Think on it. When we are 
ready, we will decide. We will decide as one!"

They discussed it a long time, in pairs and in little 
groups. Some stood a way off and watched the children 
while they considered alone. Shemyaza and I watched the 
children too, while we waited, saying nothing until 
Shemyaza said to me, "Azazel, whatever they decide, and 
they will decide to go down it's just a matter of how, 
I am the highest one. They listen best to you, but I am 
the one who will bear the wrath, if it goes badly. I 
don't want to be the scapegoat."

"Tell them your fear, Shemyaza. You may find they will 
have consideration for your position. If our decision 
is to go down as men, and to take women as men, then 
make every one of us swear to it before we go. Then no 
Watcher can ever say that what he did, he did only in 
obedience to you."

And that is how it was done. That is how I doomed us 
all.

THE DAUGHTERS OF EVE

The Bene Elohim, the Sons of God, made friends with my 
son Cain and his people first. I didn't know them then, 
because after the terrible thing Cain did, he left Adam 
and me. I don't know which hurt me the most; that, or 
the killing of my beautiful Abel. Anyway, Cain made his 
own life away from our community. My daughter, Awan, 
went with him to be his wife. So I lost three of my 
children that day. Adam said Cain had to go, even 
though I begged him not to drive him off. No use, of 
course. He wouldn't even talk about it. He just 
reminded me that, here on Earth, God made men master 
over women. It was a long time before I could bear him 
near me again, after that.

So anyway the Bene Elohim came down and met up with 
Cain first. I heard about it from Awan when she came to 
visit one day. No need to tell me something was up; she 
looked a sight, I can tell you.

She came riding into our village on a white ass, with a 
gaggle of her women in tow. My son Seth and my 
daughter, Azura, were working in the fields with their 
boy Enos. Their girl, Noam, was helping me to fire the 
new pots. She had an eye for her brother already, much 
the way Awan had for Cain when she was her age, so I 
kept her out of the fields until she was old enough to 
marry. It wouldn't be long; my daughters have always 
been ready for baby-making.

"Mother! Mother! Look who has come to see you!" My 
beautiful, tall Awan with the flowing red hair ran 
across our village center and caught me up in her long 
bare arms, giggling and swinging me about until my 
heart melted for the love of her.

"Awan, my fine daughter, what have you to say for 
yourself? I have not seen you for too long! Let me look 
at you... what have you done to yourself? Noam, look at 
this!" Noam ran over to see.

"Oh, Aunt Awan you have patterns all over you! They are 
so beautiful! See, Eve, they are on her hands and all 
along her arms and, oh, they don't rub off! And your 
golden dress, Auntie, where did you get it? What is it 
made from? Look Eve, it is so fine, you can see through 
it!" All the women were giggling helplessly, nudging 
each other and whispering behind their hands.

"The patterns are stained in my skin, Noam. They will 
fade away eventually." Awan explained. This material 
will last longer; it is called byssus and it comes from 
animals that live in the sea. They live in shells, and 
grip the rocks with fine threads, and people make 
byssus from those threads."

"How do they make it, and what is the sea? Can we have 
one here? If they lived in a sea here, would someone 
make a dress like this for me?" The poor girl blushed 
at the uproarious howls of Awan's tribeswomen, but in 
truth I understood little more than she did.

"Awan has a lot to tell us, Noam, let us make her and 
her tribeswomen comfortable. Fetch water for them to 
wash and put bread and fruits on the table under the 
shade trees. Quickly now!"

When we were settled, Awan told me of her visitors. 
"They say there are more of them, but there are just 
ten in our village. They have been with us for two 
years now. They won't talk of where they came from but 
they are different from us, many of them have golden 
hair and blue eyes, Mother, can you imagine? Blue, like 
the sky! They built homes for themselves in our 
community. But they go about on their journeys, 
sometimes they are gone for weeks, and when they return 
they have many things for us that they give us for 
nothing in return. Oh, and Mother, they have taught us 
so much! So many things have changed. You must come, 
and bring Seth and Azura and the children, bring the 
whole village! You see how well we look, we owe it all 
to them and you should live so well too. Say you'll 
come?"

"Easy, girl. I have seen such as you speak of before. I 
know where they come from. I don't know why they have 
come. Do you know? Hmm?"

Awan had the decency to blush, and lower her eyes. 
Nothing in return, indeed! "Cain does not mind, Mother. 
He says they have spoken of many more things they can 
do for us. It pleases him that they stay."

I passed her a pot of dates. "Eat, and tell me."

As she reached for one she asked, "You see my hands?" 
How could I not? Her fingernails were stained deep red, 
her hands and arms trellised in dark brown and red 
patterns. The artistry was of another world. I saw the 
swirl of water streaming around a stone, the long 
fringed spread of a senna leaf, the tiny petals of 
wildflowers, the furl of a dove's downy breast feather. 
My daughter's hands and arms were living glimpses of 
the Garden. They had made her a messenger, sent her to 
tell me they were here. My throat tightened, my eyes 
stung, my heart grew heavy for my divided family and 
our lost paradise. But Awan had never heard of the 
Garden; to her, she was made beautiful with pretty 
patterns, that was all.

"Mother, you do not like it?"

"No, Awan, I like it, I am just in awe of it. Tell me 
how it was done. Tell me this artist's name."

"He is called Azazel. Oh, he is tall, his eyes are the 
darkest blue, his hair is blue-black in the sun, and 
when he looks at me I feel like he can see right into 
me. Cain does not look at me the way he does. Azazel 
makes me feel, oh, I don't know, I feel like the air is 
light when he is near me and I must breathe deeper to 
keep from falling. Does that sound silly? My heart 
beats stronger near him. It was like that from the 
moment I first saw him." She fell quiet.

'She misses him,' I thought. I could not chide her for 
her roving eye; I, too, knew loss of love.

"Oh, I must tell you! You remember our son, Enoch? He 
is fifteen and married now. He got a horrible skin 
infection this spring. It frightened me; his legs were 
red and itching and it was spreading. Then Azazel's 
friend, Shemyaza, came and said he knew a plant that 
would cure it. He came back later that day with a plant 
from the marshes; he called it henna. He ground the 
leaves and mixed in oil and made a paste. 

Then he and Azazel smeared it all over Enoch's legs and 
the itching stopped right away. They did this for three 
days and after they washed him clean on the fourth day 
there was no sign of the contagion and it didn't come 
back! Shemyaza is beautiful too, Mother, and so wise! 
He knows all the plants and what illnesses they can 
cure."

"That is truly useful and I am glad for Enoch, then, 
that they were there. So... tell me about these 
designs, daughter! Who did them, Shemyaza or Azazel?"

"Well I'm getting to that. After they had cured Enoch, 
they told me about henna. They said they used the marsh 
plants on Enoch because those grow differently from the 
shrubs in the dry lands. Azazel said the marsh plants 
would not mark Enoch's skin, but if they had used the 
leaves of the dry growing henna, then Enoch's skin 
would have been stained and it would take many days for 
it to fade. Azazel was drawing on a slab of clay while 
he talked, and then he showed me the design he had 
made."

"He asked me if I liked it, and when I said it was 
strange but beautiful, he said that was just how I was 
to him. And he said that, if I let him, he would paint 
his designs on me with henna so everyone could see how 
he saw me." It had taken some time for her to summon up 
her courage, but a few days ago she had gone to him.

My daughter's eyes were distant as she described how he 
had painted her. She had gone to his house in the dry 
heat of the afternoon while the others slept and, while 
his friend watched, Azazel had untied her dress and 
slipped it down from around her. He had laid her down 
gently, naked to her waist, on his cot. With his long, 
cool fingers he had washed her, tracing the patterns he 
wanted to draw in little rivers on her skin, whispering 
to her how each curve would be made to charm all who 
looked upon her. 

Then, after he had dried her, he had patiently trailed 
the henna paste in fine, ornate designs on her hands, 
feet, arms and breasts. He sat with her while it dried 
on her skin, keeping her still and wide-eyed with 
promises of other things he would do to make her 
beautiful beyond compare. As the paste had dried and 
flaked off, he had blown it away gently with his cool 
breath to reveal the patterns beneath, deeply stained 
in her skin.

She told me no one had ever made her feel like that. 
When I asked, 'like what?' she simply whispered, 
"Cherished".

Awan described how he had smoothed the last of the 
henna from her breasts, then, as Shemyaza watched from 
across the room, he had gripped each of her nipples and 
slowly rolled them between his index fingers and thumbs 
until they swelled. Smiling down at her, he had bent 
his head to suck first one, then the other, and she had 
felt the yearning build between her legs. "He was so 
slow, Mother, it was such rapture," she told me.

He had pulled away his skirt to show her his rigid and 
distended state. "For you, beautiful Awan," he had told 
her. She had expected him to mount her then, and spread 
her legs for him, but he did not take her. Instead, he 
spread her lips and held them open while he slid the 
tip of one finger between them, drawing the juices from 
her and spreading them around and around her little 
tongue. Then when it, too, had swelled, he had slid 
down and between her legs to pluck it gently with his 
lips. She had looked uncertainly towards his friend, 
who had smiled encouragingly at her as he pulled on his 
own imposing erection.

"Then Azazel slipped his fingers into me, Mother, and 
pulled them out, then in again, and I got wetter and 
looser. Cain would have been all done by then, but he 
just kept pleasuring me until I thought I could stand 
it no more. He put more fingers into me, and twisted 
them and hooked them and kept spreading me wider. I 
couldn't believe what he was doing!"

She begged him to take her. But still he did not. It 
shocked her, but instead he opened her anus in the same 
way, spreading her with her own juices. She had let him 
do it to her.

"Then he rolled me on top of him, Mother, and told me I 
could have him, but that I must let his friend have me 
too. I said yes; I would have said anything to have him 
inside me. When I slid myself down onto him, I thought 
Shemyaza would take me after Azazel was finished. But 
Shemyaza didn't wait. He came over and knelt behind me, 
and he spread my cheeks and pushed himself into my back 
passage while Azazel was in me. I wanted to pull away, 
but Azazel thrust himself further up into me, and I 
could think of nothing after that."

She had held herself still for them. They took her 
together; sometimes they thrust together, both filling 
her at the same time. Sometimes they countered each 
other; one pushed himself into her while the other drew 
himself out. They moved slowly, sensuously, giving her 
time to feel their bulk inside her. "They made me moan, 
Mother; they made me like it. Then they went faster, 
and harder, and I cried out because I was shuddering 
and my womb was pulling on Azazel's organ."

They slowed, but they didn't stop. Azazel steadied her, 
stroked her hair and told her how beautiful she was, 
how much she pleased them, that she was perfect for 
them, while they continued to take her. Then they moved 
faster and faster, each thrusting to his own rhythm, 
until finally one and then the other lunged, to spend 
his seed deeply within her. Then they collapsed 
together in the pools of their shared sweat and juices, 
and she slept through the heat of the afternoon. When 
she awoke, she found they had washed and dried her 
clothes for her, and they washed and dressed her like 
handmaidens before walking her companionably back to 
her home.

With a shake of her head, she came back to me. "Ha, ha! 
So, I have become a plaything for Azazel. He says my 
thighs cry out to be painted, and he will make them 
blossom like the desert has never seen. Isn't that 
funny? But Mother, I have so many gifts for you. I have 
food! And this material, I have some for you, and for 
my sister. Where is she, anyway? Isn't it time for her 
to come in from the fields? I'm going to get her, she 
works too hard! You all work too hard!" I watched her 
run off.

God gave Adam and me long life. We age slowly, and I am 
still able to bear children. I don't know if it is in 
compensation or retaliation, but Adam and I have lived 
here hundreds of years since we were thrown out of the 
Garden. In all that time, I have never once lost my 
temper. 

As soon as I ate the fruit, I knew I'd been tricked. I 
knew there was evil in the world, and I knew it had 
used me. I gave the fruit to Adam so that I would not 
live in estrangement from him, for how could I have 
lived without him? It was selfish, I know, and I have 
born my shame, and his unspoken reproach, for all these 
years without a murmur. I never sought the name of my 
deceiver, or blamed him a single day. I chose to eat 
the fruit. I alone.

But I would not stand by and see my daughter induced to 
commit the sin of adultery by another of their kind! 
No! Not again, no!

The dates went flying as the dashed pot shattered, 
before I even realized I had it in my hand.

That evening we sat around the fire on the rooftop of 
our house and listened to the women tell of Enoch's 
marvelous recovery, their full stores of food, and 
their plentiful supplies of fresh water. They talked of 
the trade the visitors had started with other 
communities, and they speculated on the new things the 
strangers would teach them. I drew Adam aside. For 
once, he was willing to listen to me.

"I must go and meet with them. I am the matriarch, the 
daughters are my responsibility. Their influence may be 
all for the good and food and medicine we can use, but 
I am concerned about their intentions."

"I agree. I would come too, Eve, but it is September 
and the early sowing must begin soon. Not all the 
fields are ready. If we leave it too late, we will miss 
the winter rains and the barley and wheat will fail. 
This is your duty, Eve; I give you leave to go."

Like it was his idea.

Awan stayed with us for three days and nights. Adam and 
I never ate better in all our days on Earth. She and 
her women had brought us dried animal meat, a strange 
thing but so good in the barley broth. There were roots 
too; onions, garlic, leeks, and turnips. Adam slept 
like a baby through the night, after he had burped his 
satisfaction through the evening. By the time I left, 
it was not the intentions of the strangers he was 
interested in so much as the learning we might gain. 
Like father, like son.

From the first, I declined the gift of the shining thin 
material, keeping to my plain flax homespun. Awan was 
disappointed.

"But you are my Mother, and I want you to look your 
best. Wear it when you come back with me, for my new 
friends! They will think I do not want to share nice 
things with you, that I don't care about you."

"What they think of either you or me is not my concern. 
I will not dress to please them, Awan, I will dress in 
consideration of my status. I am the Mother, as such, 
it pleases me to have modesty. Do you realize you can 
see the hair above your legs when the sun catches that 
material? When the breezes blow, I can see the shape of 
your nipples through it! Do you not care? Does Cain not 
care who sees your goods? You embarrass your father and 
your brother, and young Enos can not take his eyes off 
you. His sister asks every day when she can wear it. Do 
you not see the trouble it causes?"

After that she wore flax while she was with us, but 
refused to travel back in it. She said it would be 
degrading for a woman of her status to wear flax among 
her folk, and Cain would be displeased. I worried what 
other new customs and attitudes had been wrought by 
these strangers. Perhaps I would not be able to 
influence my daughters for much longer. It was with a 
troubled heart that I said goodbye to my husband and 
our village.

Cain's community was to the east, on low land near the 
edge of the river marshes. Three days journey later we 
came to the small hill that must be crossed before 
descending to his valley. As we broached its crest in 
the late afternoon, I saw my son's home for the first 
time in many years.

"Heavens, Awan! Are there people living in all those 
houses?" I had no idea how their community had grown.

"Well, some of those buildings house the extra grain we 
harvested this spring and over there is our hospital, 
but most of the buildings are homes for our people, 
yes."

We rode down towards the city, my daughter and her 
womenfolk talking excitedly now. I had butterflies in 
my stomach; suddenly I felt unsure of my place among 
these people. They didn't seem like my family any more. 
Somewhere along the way they had grown apart from me. 
Would they know me? Would it mean anything to them that 
I am Eve, the Mother of them all?

In the distance, I saw a small group of men coming out 
from the town. They came along the beaten track on foot 
to meet us. As they came nearer, I heard a strange 
noise carried on the breeze, like birds singing in 
unison. They were playing flutes, made from the marsh 
reeds. The men were playing, chanting, beating small 
drums, and clapping. They sent a rhythm like the sound 
of my heartbeat on the air towards me. I had never 
heard music before. It shocked like an unripe grape on 
the tongue, called like a dreamer's cry in the night. 
It sounded like the serpent in the Garden; wild, 
beckoning.

"They welcome us, Mother! Our friends have all come to 
welcome us!" Awan leapt down from her mount and ran 
down the road to join them, the women likewise 
dismounting, clapping and ululating in jubilation. 

Suddenly all around me there was laughing and dancing, 
hands waving to the sky, singing, twirling bodies 
weaving around me, all to a wild, thrilling, crashing, 
pulsating sound. I felt dizzy, until I locked eyes on 
one who stood still before me, his head tilted slightly 
to one side with a bright, mischievous smile on his 
face. His steady, gray blue eyes were finely lined at 
their corners, betraying the weathering of many other 
smiles. 

He was tall; I had stayed mounted and his eyes were 
almost level with mine, even as he bent slightly 
forward at the waist to hold my attention. For his 
height, he was broad shouldered; his chest was bare and 
hairless, his skin was deeply tanned; not olive like 
the color of my men folk, but golden like the color of 
the long byssus skirt he wore. It was wrapped around 
his lean and muscled abdomen, falling in soft folds to 
his calves. 

He stood in a wide stance before me, his fists on his 
hips. I could see the bulk of his penis and testicles. 
His smiled broadened as I quickly looked back to his 
face. His hair was the color of the burnt wheat stalks 
left over from the harvest. It fell away from his 
square face in short straight sheaths as he shook his 
head and laughed at my frank assessment of him. He was 
clean shaven, his mouth straight and firm between the 
hollows beneath his cheekbones. He was fine. He was 
very fine.

"Welcome, Eve." His voice was quiet, yet I heard him 
clearly below the whoops, and trilling and drumming all 
around me. "I am Shemyaza. You are long known to me, 
Eve, and I welcome you. We are all honored by your 
visit; thank you for deciding to come. Shall we see if 
we can move them? Otherwise I fear we shall be spending 
the night here!" He spun around with a sweeping gesture 
of both strong arms and all moved as one, noisily 
following Shemyaza along the road to my son's city. 
Apparently it did, indeed, mean something that I was 
Eve.

THE CITY

I like to remember her arrival. It is a joyful memory, 
one that has sustained me through all the ages I lay 
buried here. The city's welcome was tumultuous and we 
were pleased for her; it made her feel proud to be so 
exalted. Even so, Eve left the airs and graces to her 
daughter. And how my Awan put it on! The bare 
acknowledgements, the haughty regard as she rode 
through the street crowds clamoring for a glimpse of 
the Mother; it made me laugh, but not Eve. 

Instead, Eve dismounted the patiently plodding ass and 
went through the crowds on foot, taking hold of 
outstretched hands and greeting all warmly. And when 
she came to Cain and Awan's house, she wagged her 
finger gently at the wide-eyed awe of the gathered 
servants. She kissed their cheeks, held their babies, 
and smiled, and smiled, and smiled, until her face 
began to ache. Then she caught Awan's eye and scowled 
at her. My little minx giggled as she led her mother 
away to her chambers.

We had built the house large in preparation for this 
day. It was as four houses in one, built around a 
courtyard, with another two on top. Some of the rooms 
were not for living in. They were the industrial 
center, where women combed clean, washed fleeces, and 
others drew the fluffy wool into yarn with spinning 
spindles. There were rooms where women wove yarn on 
huge looms we had built for them. 

There were natural yarns of creams and browns, but also 
flashing reds, warm oranges, and deep midnight blues. 
The indigo plant had yielded our favorite dye. In other 
rooms, flax fibers were spun into threads and woven 
into cloth. In the smallest rooms, women combed and 
twisted the hair-like filaments from the pen shell 
mollusk, to make the fine golden weavings of byssus 
silk. Awan told me later there had been wonder on her 
mother's face, but Eve had said the most gratifying 
thing to her was the children's glowing skin, the 
women's plump arms, their strong teeth, and the 
glossiness of their hair.

And she had loved her rooms. We had made them cool and 
airy with south facing windows and smooth walls. We had 
covered the floors with rugs and cushions of finely 
woven wool. The rooms were simply furnished, but the 
square-framed tables and chairs were handsomely made. 
The bed's rushes had been cleansed with cedar oil and 
their perfume filled the rooms. We had traveled far for 
the oil, but it was worth it to hear how she had closed 
her eyes and inhaled deeply when she entered.

We had built a spacious room off the sleeping quarters 
and sunk a glazed tile bath into the floor. The bath 
faced the west wall, where we had set wooden doors so 
the room could be opened to the beauty of the setting 
sun. Beyond the doors was a small private courtyard, 
dense with shade trees, flowering shrubs and pots of 
flowers. There was a small fountain, and here and there 
we had set low couches and tables for her. It was not 
quite the Garden, but it was beautiful nonetheless.

Shemyaza and I had filled the biggest clay samovars 
with water earlier in the day, and set them over fires 
outside the kitchens. By the time she arrived, they 
were ready. We filled big pots with the heated water 
and tied them to the center of long poles with stout 
flax ropes. We sent them to her rooms suspended between 
pairs of strong men, each pair carrying a pot between 
them. The bath was soon full of warm water, and finally 
she was alone to soak away the journey, the dust, the 
worry, and the tumult of her welcome. Well, almost 
alone. I sat hidden in the courtyard, across from the 
open doors. I had not been able to watch her since our 
descent, and I had missed her.

As I listened to her splashing, a mocking bird sang to 
the encroaching evening. The fine drapes billowed at 
the courtyard doors, catching the color of the flaming 
sunset. The soft air was drenched in the heady evening 
scents of flowers. And then Gadreel appeared, his fire-
red hair glinting in the slanting rays of the sun. I 
watched as the drapes drifted just enough for her to 
glimpse him through the courtyard doors. My brother 
turned and nodded to me; I wordlessly acknowledged him 
in return, and he left.

I heard the urgent splashing almost immediately, as she 
hurriedly left the bath. Just then Awan's youngest 
maidservant came to help her dress for the welcome 
dinner. Eve said nothing about her visitor. But as soon 
as she was dried and dressed, Gadreel returned. This 
time, he ignored me.

"The guests may as well all go home. You have outshone 
them already," he declared from the entrance. "But so 
you can be sure, I bring you a gift, if you will have 
it."

His voice was deep, resonant, masculine. As I watched, 
the maid silently left and Eve came to the courtyard 
doors. The red glints danced in his wildly twisting 
hair, short unkempt beard and moustache. As a man, he 
was broad, powerfully built and tall, but shorter than 
Shemyaza and me. He disdained our golden skirts and 
bare chests. Tonight he was dressed in his customary 
long brown woolen tunic and armless cloak; one heavy 
hand rested on his chest, grasping the cloak's edge, 
and one held a green linen bag at his side. He looked 
like he'd dropped by on an evening stroll. He sounded 
like he meant business.

"I am Gadreel, and you know what I am," he told her, 
quietly.

"I know what you are." Her response was cool. "And do 
you know that I do not trust you, Gadreel?"

"You think I came to see you naked?" he retorted. "To 
take advantage of you? I saw you bathing, yes; but I 
didn't come sneaking for a second look. I came to give 
you this, and now I see I have again chosen my moment 
badly so I shall leave."

"So then, you come and go as you please? It seems all 
your kind can do that. Well I can't stop you. But 
before you go, tell me why you're here. These are my 
people; I have the right to know."

He turned back to face her. For a moment, I thought he 
would strike her. He breathed heavily, nostrils flaring 
as he glared at her; and then his breathing slowed, his 
eyes widened, and a smile broke across his face. And 
then he threw back his head and roared with laughter 
until the small courtyard was full of the sound of it. 
It was too much for her. Now she was the angry one.

"What is so funny?! Stop it! Stop it, you... fool!"

He doubled up and howled. I chuckled inwardly at the 
sight of the tears streaming down his face.

"Eve! Oh, Eve! Oh please, don't do that!" He gasped and 
hooted some more until he had his breath back. She 
approached him, until she stood directly before him, 
her feet flat upon the ground on which she stood. The 
ground of her Earth. Not ours.

"Gadreel. For hundreds of years I have survived 
starvation, scorching summer droughts and ruinous 
winter floods. I have struggled in this wilderness with 
fear, shame, and my husband's silent reproach. I have 
born children in blood and ripping pain; my offspring 
now populate the Earth. What is so funny about my 
asking you a straight question?"

Neither Eve nor I expected the tenderness that came 
over him. His face softened in the fading light as his 
eyes wandered over her with open admiration.

"I am sorry, Eve," he said, finally. "I had no right. 
It's just that I think of you as a child still, because 
you were just that to me, when you were in the Garden. 
I was there with you then, you know."

"No you weren't. On one day, you weren't."

She hurt him, then. His eyes snapped closed, and his 
face contorted in a grimace as a wretched groan rose 
from his chest. He hissed through clenched teeth.

"I have sworn, Eve, I have sworn if I ever see him, I 
will tear him apart with my bare hands. I will eat his 
gore. I would even kill myself, if it would put you 
back." He opened his eyes, blinked rapidly at the sky 
then looked to the ground. He could not look at her. 
"I, too, have struggled with shame. For all this time 
it has scourged me, and it will never end. I am even 
too ashamed to ask you to forgive me."

In the deepening shadows I heard his pain, the pain 
that had driven him to argue for our presence here as 
men. The pain I had used to persuade him.

Eve was dumbfounded, but he still would not meet her 
eyes. At last it dawned on her that this stranger she 
had never seen before had suffered every living moment 
with her since the Fall. And then I heard her gasp. Of 
course; she had just told him she did not trust him. I 
saw her compassion, then. Her heart told her the words 
to say.

"I don't know how to soothe you, Gadreel, but you 
should not suffer on my account. I made the choice; it 
was of my own free will. Perhaps I was a child then but 
as a woman, now, I forgive you. Will you accept that 
from me?" He considered and then, quietly, he spoke.

"Know this, Eve. When you look upon my gift, you will 
look upon the most beautiful thing ever created. If you 
will accept that from me, then we are atoned."

Quickly, he grasped both her wrists and pressed the bag 
he held into her hands. Then he darted away and strode 
purposefully about the courtyard, lighting the wicks of 
the nearest oil-filled lamps. He stayed away from me. I 
watched her open the drawstring bag and draw out 
something flat, oval, and hard. I smiled in 
recognition; I had watched him make it, a magical 
thing. 

It was the width of a small melon and the color of 
moonlight. Its stem was set into a long, gleaming, dark 
wooden handle. It was tapered and balanced and lay 
easily in her hands. In his workshop, he had shown me 
the smooth rings of gold encircling the wood, and the 
tiny figures of golden animals and dancing people, the 
silver tendrils of plants and branching trees, all in 
relief and chasing around the silver oval in a wide 
band. She didn't understand it, but she saw it was 
finely crafted and a beautiful thing and she told him 
so.

Slowly, deliberately, he stepped close behind her. She 
froze. I could see his body pressing against hers. From 
her breathing, I could tell her heart was pounding. 
Gently, he brought his arms around her. He took the 
thing and turned it over in her hands.

"No, Eve," I heard him murmur, "I poured all my skill 
into the making of it, used the purest gold and silver 
I could find, but what you have seen so far is not the 
most beautiful thing ever created. This is."

He raised her hands up to her face while she held the 
thing, and I heard her gasp again. She had seen her 
wavering reflection before in deep pools of water, but 
in Gadreel's polished, silver mirror I knew her face 
was as clear as if she were looking at another living 
being. Her trembling hand moved over her face; she felt 
it, and saw it at the same time. Her eyes were bright, 
dark and alive.

I watched Gadreel's arms slowly drop away from hers and 
fold around her waist. I heard his entreaty. "Permit 
me, Eve, please. I have dreamed of this. Tell me what 
you see in the mirror. Spend this moment with me; let 
me hear your sweet, low voice. Let us be atoned."

She could not speak. This passionate creature, this 
gifted artisan who spurned finery for himself, had 
created for her a gift the world had never imagined. I 
heard her sigh a single word; "Cherished".

I watched her lean back, stretch her chin and neck, and 
tilt her head back into his chest. She held the mirror 
high above them. Beneath the emerging stars, in the 
flickering lights of the lamps, I watched and listened 
as she healed them both.

"I see that my mouth is soft, Gadreel, with a fullness 
that I like."

He pulled one arm tighter around her waist while he 
raised the other across her breasts, to slowly caress 
her shoulder. In the mirror, she must have seen that 
his eyes were closed.

"More," he said.

"My skin is like the senna plant. It is the color of 
the pods before they are fully ripe; it is brown, but 
it has the gold of the senna flower and the green of 
the leaf in its color."

"Yes."

"My cheeks are high in my face, and wide beneath my 
eyes. My face is smooth, like a pebble from the river 
bed."

He bent his head to her hair and sighed.

"My chin is shaped like a bird's egg and my jaw is 
firm, but not heavy."

"No, not heavy at all." He pulled her tighter against 
him and began to sway her gently, slowly.

"My nose is straight and high; my nostrils are fine, 
they curve like bird wings rising into the air."

"They are beautiful."

"My eyes are shaped like almonds. They are dark as 
night. They are shining."

He lifted his head. In the mirror, their eyes met and 
held for one moment; then he pulled her around to face 
his hunger, to see the slackness in his mouth just 
before he plunged it down upon hers. He pressed her to 
him with one hand on her back, the other against her 
buttocks. I watched him adjust his stance and press 
himself against her, against her body and against her 
mouth. She melted into him, weak beneath his crushing 
strength and his need for her. In that moment, for 
them, there was nothing else.

He folded her to his chest in silence when he had 
stopped kissing her. She clung to him, holding the 
mirror limply at her side. I knew she was evading the 
awful guilt that would come, holding instead to the 
scent and solid feel of his body. They had achieved 
their atonement; she was blissful again, at long, long 
last.

"Eve, you must go to the dinner," he told her, 
eventually. "You will be missed."

Reluctantly, she came back to the world. "You won't 
come?"

"No. I will be alone, thinking of you." He lifted her 
chin and smiled down into her face. "I will see you 
again." And then he left, the way he had come; still 
sounding like he meant business. He threw me one 
meaningful look as he strode past me. He was hers; I 
understood. It was the bargain we had struck when I 
persuaded him to argue for coming here, when all the 
Watchers had met to decide. I would not break our 
agreement. I only wanted to watch.

And I did watch her for a while, as she sat inside with 
Gadreel's gift in her lap, vacantly staring at her 
lost-looking face. Then I left her, to await her 
presence at the dinner party on the nearby roof.

The musicians were there, including a harpist who was 
playing a light and bouncy sound that buoyed up the 
laughter and chatter of the guests. The servants had 
almost finished bringing up the platters of food. The 
low tables were full of meats, breads, and fruits. 
There were pots of cooked leeks, lentils, and mashed 
turnip, and plates of cool watercress, lettuce, and 
beets. 

She came quietly among us, and Shemyaza, sensing her 
mood, solicitously selected a small amount of each meat 
and handed her the plate of samples, explaining what 
they were. There was cooked pigeon, goose, goat, 
mutton, beef and gazelle. Another Bene Elohim joined 
them both, lowering himself easily onto a cushion 
beside her, effortlessly balancing his wine cup. I sat 
nearby, where I could hear them and watch Awan at the 
same time. Shemyaza introduced our brother.

"This is Penemue, Eve. He is busy in the kitchen most 
days, or gathering herbs from the fields. He knows them 
all, the bitter and the sweet." He was a gentle 
creature, slim and lightly built with graceful hands 
and long limbs. His fine, golden hair fell to his 
shoulders, reflecting the light of the lamps around 
him. His eyes were blue, but not the gray-blue of 
Shemyaza's; his were the blue of a cloudless summer 
sky, the flower of the flax grass. He was fascinating 
and strange to her, and she found it hard not to stare.

Penemue was sensitive, and knew how to draw her out. 
"What do you think of the lamb? I cooked it in a pot 
with salt, water, beer and onions and with coriander, 
cumin, and garlic. I hope you like it," he added, 
shyly.

"It is wonderful. In my village, it is the women who 
work in the kitchens. Would you teach me the recipe to 
take back to them? The whole village would enjoy this. 
But of course, we have no sheep. Abel was our shepherd, 
but when... We don't know how to care for them."

"Sheep and goats are easy to raise, they will find the 
forage they need and they do not require as much water 
as cattle. You have some oxen for plowing, do you not? 
But you do not raise cattle for milk or meat? Is water 
a problem?" He listened intently, nodding quickly as 
she described the trials of her village and the 
limitations of their lands. He beckoned to Araziel.

As they talked, she began to see how it was that Cain's 
people were so well cared for. Araziel explained the 
local geography, and how the land was used. As they 
talked, another joined them and then another, and soon 
her head was swimming with the use of plants for 
medicines, the seasons for the birthing of the herds, 
how to know the best time to spread their dung on the 
grain fields, why it was best to plant lentils in a 
field the year after harvesting grain from it, the 
signs to look for when deciding where to dig a well, 
the ways to forecast the coming of the rains, what 
stars will be where to tell you, and the shape of the 
moon when the greatest harvests can be gathered. 
Barâqîjâl knew the stars, Araziel knew the ways of the 
Earth, Penemue knew the nutritious properties of 
plants, Êzêqêêl could read the weather. Each of them 
offered their knowledge freely.

Shemyaza said very little, and I said nothing at all, 
but we both watched as her appreciation of our brethren 
grew. The music grew louder as more beer and wine was 
consumed, and soon Eve's womenfolk drew her teachers 
away to dance. Awan had unbraided her flowing red hair 
because I loved it so; flashing her dark eyes at me, 
she leapt up to shake her hips before my face. Oh, the 
joy of her! Cain leapt up to dance with her, to spin 
her around and drive her. Awan clapped in time to the 
band's rousing beat, laughing and sinuously weaving 
through the jubilant throng as he pursued her. I 
watched, smiling. She did it for me.

Close by, Eve and Shemyaza were talking below the din. 
"There are two hundred of us, Eve, but none so honored 
as us few here tonight. What do you think of our 
efforts, so far?" he asked her.

"You have given much. I see the children are happy, and 
the land produces more than I could have thought 
possible. What is it you ask in return, Shemyaza?"

"The love of the women." He answered her directly. 
Given her earlier state, I wasn't sure it was the right 
moment but he had set the course. I said nothing.

"You have no right to that."

"Not unless it is freely given, no. But if we ask, and 
it is given without fear, if we accept refusal and do 
not threaten reprisal, then where is the harm?"

"You lure them from their menfolk." Ah, she seeks to be 
persuaded, perhaps. But to do so would bring 
recriminations later. He saw it, and stayed his course.

"And I say again, we have no right where it is not 
freely given. But if we love a man's wife and he does 
not object, and his wife is content, then who is 
harmed? Our love making is not as men do it. We honor 
women's bodies, Eve. Their pleasure is the highest joy 
to us. Just the scent of a woman arouses us."

It was the truth, and she knew it. For a moment her 
eyes were far away. I knew she was remembering 
Gadreel's closed eyes as he held her, the serene 
pleasure on his face. I knew she understood; once 
again, I heard her utter the whispered word, 
"Cherished".

"But surely not all the men permit it? Are there no 
husbands who refuse?" So close, Shemyaza, so close.

Shemyaza shrugged. "Yes, but do they love their wives? 
I mean, truly love them? Are you in favor of a man 
possessing his woman, Eve? In the way he owns his 
cattle? Does your heart not demand love?"

"When He expelled us from the Garden, God said that men 
were masters over their women. It is not for a woman to 
say what is right or wrong, or to demand love."

"So you would refuse the caress of one who loves you, 
if one who does not love you will not permit it? You 
would actually give up the love for which you were 
created? Unless I mistook your scent when you first 
arrived, I think you would accept." Oh no, too hard, 
Shemyaza.

"You speak like the serpent, and you don't know what I 
accepted tonight, or for what reason!"

"It is true, I do not know what reason you had for 
responding to him, but I know there is no deceit in 
what I say. If he is who I think he is, and he is 
conspicuous by his absence tonight, then I am glad for 
you both because you have both suffered greatly. I can 
tell you there was no deceit in his feelings for you, 
either. Forgive me if I challenge you so hard, but we 
have considered this well and we can find nothing right 
in refusing love. We have given up much for our 
belief."

I would not have put it to her so, would not have 
challenged her so directly. She had not asked for us to 
leave the heavens for the love of her daughters. Or the 
love of her. Regretfully I watched her wander away 
alone to consider the right and wrong of the bliss she 
had taken in Gadreel's arms, while Shemyaza got up to 
dance with the delicious, writhing mass of female 
flesh.

HIGH SOCIETY: EVE DECIDES

I'm not sure when Mother left the dinner party. I think 
perhaps she was tired after the journey or maybe the 
party was too much for her. After all, as the first 
lady of the city I threw a party most nights, but she 
had never been in society before. And she had been 
talking business with the Bene Elohim all night. So I 
sent a maidservant to check on her when I realized she 
had gone, and ordered more beer and wine to be brought 
to the rooftop. As far as I was concerned, the night 
was still young!

Shemyaza and Cain danced with me, Cain in front and 
Shemyaza behind. Oh and I knew, didn't I, that was his 
favorite position! Ha! Cain laughed as he watched 
Shemyaza's hands come around and cup my jiggling 
breasts and bounce them higher in front of his eyes. I 
slithered up and down between them, rubbing their 
penises with my body. I loved the lust in my husband's 
eyes when I teased him! And I know Azazel noticed. That 
pleased me even more.

In a corner, Azazel was doing what he loved best, 
seducing the women. He had brought cosmetics and bags 
of trinkets for them and was gathering the women around 
him on the piles of cushions. When we got tired, we 
joined them. The band took a break as the rest of the 
dancers flopped down on the cushions. A harpist took 
over, and we settled down for some fun.

"No, no! You should let me do this, now hold still!" 
Baraka was giggling as Azazel leaned over her, cradling 
her head in his lap. He had a tiny curved wooden stick 
in his hand. "This is kohl. Hold still and I will make 
your eyes beautiful. Not only that, but when you wear 
this you will be protected from flies and the diseases 
they can bring to your eyes. Yes! It's true! Flies hate 
kohl. And the sun will bother you less because kohl is 
dark, you see. There now. How does she look?"

"Ooh, Baraka that is beautiful! Your eyes are 
enchanting! You should kiss Azazel, just turn your head 
a little and give him an enchanted kiss!"

The women leaned over them both, laughing and cat 
calling as she turned her head in his lap and quickly 
kissed the bulge under his skirt.

"Bring it out, Azazel, make her pay full price!" "I'll 
pay you in full, Azazel, if you paint me next!"

Baraka licked her lips salaciously as Azazel gave her a 
slow, deliberate smile, teasingly drawing his skirt 
aside to show her his penis and testicles.

"You kiss the python head now, Baraka! Show him your 
gratitude!" "Pay him in full, Baraka, go on!"

There were more shouts and laughter as Baraka reached 
up to take his semi-flaccid penis in her hand and 
planted her soft lips on the skin enfolded tip.

"Thank you Baraka, now she gets a necklace. Here, gold 
and cornelian beads for my beautiful Baraka. Now the 
next one will have a little more to kiss. Who will put 
her head on my thigh for painting next?" Azazel 
nonchalantly wiped his little kohl applicator on a 
cloth and dipped it into his leather kohl bottle. He 
sat exposed, ready, and more than willing for the next 
customer.

They lined up; each woman kissed his penis and 
receiving a trinket after Azazel had outlined her eyes. 
Shemyaza came and sat beside him, and took up the plate 
on which Azazel had combined goose fat and red ochre.

"Line up here for lip paint! If you want to kiss my 
python you have to do it with red lips, I only want 
painted lips on my snake!"

Immediately there were two lines, but they weren't very 
well organized. Both Azazel and Shemyaza were quickly 
brought to full erections and the kissing turned to 
prolonged sucking and moaning as my womenfolk took 
their turn at bobbing their heads up and down on their 
shafts. Soon the cosmetics were forgotten and some of 
the other Bene Elohim were getting sucked for free.

Then one of the women was lifted to her hands and 
knees, eyes and legs wide while Araziel mounted her and 
began to fuck her the way the dogs do it in the 
streets. I watched her mouth open in a big, red lipped, 
silent 'Oh!' as he enjoyed her. Another had beaded 
trinkets pushed into her anus while Barâqîjâl and 
Êzêqêêl suspended her over Penemue's thrusting cock, 
all the while sucking and pulling on her bouncing 
nipples. Her legs were outstretched stiffly in their 
tight grip, her face a grimace somewhere between pain 
and pleasure as she was vigorously impaled.

Some women had their vaginas licked by a Bene Elohim 
while they sucked on another's penis, he in turn with 
his face buried in the spreading wet lips of another 
woman. One woman lay on her back on a low table, her 
ankles held high and apart by a Bene Elohim while he 
knelt at her opening and took her deeply. Another of 
the women swept away what was left of the plates and 
cups, climbed up, and lowered herself onto the moaning 
woman's face. She rubbed her slit on her face, while 
she held her full breasts up to the delighted, pumping 
Bene Elohim before her. While I lay on my side and 
watched the fun, Cain curved around my back and lazily 
fingered my vagina with one hand while he squeezed my 
breasts with the other. I hiked my dress, lifted my leg 
and exposed myself for him and anyone else who wanted 
to see.

Edna, who had always liked to have me rub oil into her 
skin after we bathed, crawled across the cushions to me 
and Cain. She was naked, and her full breasts swung 
freely. "Their cocks are too big for me to suck, Awan," 
she pouted. "I like a little one, like the one between 
your lips. Cain, would you like to see how nicely I can 
suck it?"

In reply, Cain pushed me onto my back, "Open your legs, 
Lady Awan, let her have her way with you," he ordered. 
Edna pushed my knees apart, opening me wider, feasting 
her eyes on my moist, glistening slit.

"Wait," said my husband, "I need to get something." 
While she waited, Edna leaned over me, dangling her 
pert black nipples over my lips. When she pressed first 
one and then the other to my mouth, I took them in and 
nibbled them, sucked them hard and held them between my 
teeth as she pulled them out. She hissed at the sharp 
pleasure, and her eyes glinted.

Cain came back a moment later with a long, stout 
leather penis in his hand. It was as long as his 
forearm, straight and stiff. "Ok go to it, but keep 
your ass up. You're going to prepare this for your 
lady."

Edna was soon probing me with her all her fingers as 
she sucked on my little globe. Cain sat behind her and 
set about fucking her with the dildo. She moaned as he 
worked the massive tool into her sex. Then Azazel came 
over, and knelt beside me. His penis hung stiffly over 
my face. I could smell the juice of a woman on it. 
Without a word, he lifted my head to it and bent it to 
my mouth, then stuffed it in. 

I held him at the root while he unceremoniously shafted 
my face. Cain must have passed the dildo to Edna 
because now I could feel her push something big and 
slippery into me. Out of the corner of my eye I could 
see Cain was upright now, watching me sucking Azazel. 
He was fucking Edna. She was shouting rhythmically with 
his lunging and pushing the big, heavy dildo harder 
into me in time to his driving force. "Oo, oo, uh, huh, 
fuck, my, hole, yes, oo, yes!"

Soon Shemyaza appeared on the other side of my face and 
Azazel pulled out of my mouth, still holding my head. I 
grunted as I grasped Shemyaza's huge phallus and 
swallowed as much of him as I could. I held one in each 
hand, and alternately sucked and pulled on each hot 
purple head and glaring red shaft. All around me I 
could hear the women squealing and moaning, and the 
Bene Elohim roaring as they ejaculated over the women's 
faces, into their wombs, into their back passages and 
over their bodies. The smell of their seed and the 
women's juices was everywhere. The rooftop was full of 
the sounds of fucking.

Azazel was the first to come in my mouth, shooting his 
hot, salty mess down my throat. I swallowed and quickly 
turned to Shemyaza and drank a second load. Cain cried 
out in ecstasy and buried himself deeply into the 
screaming Edna as he spent inside her.

The big leather dong was still buried in me. While the 
men dropped back onto the cushions, Edna quickly turned 
around and slid one leg under me, one over my waist, 
and took the protruding half of the dildo into her 
hole. I felt it push deeper into mine as she slid down 
onto it, heard the squelching sound of my husband's 
semen being forced from her and felt its stickiness as 
it ran down from her lips to mine. 

She grasped my wrists, I grasped hers, and we sought to 
grind our slits against each other, writhing on the 
hard leather buried in us both. It was too long for our 
lips to meet, and I cried out in frustration. Then 
Azazel reached over and broke our grip, guiding our 
hands to our little nubs. "Show us how you pleasure 
yourselves, girls. We want to watch you. Do it."

We pivoted on the leather tool and lay on our backs, 
our knees flat and wide open, feet drawn up. I held my 
lips open and my audience watched as I rubbed my jewel. 
I crunched up to see Edna rubbing herself too, and saw 
the big leather cylinder that was sticking out of her 
and into me.

Azazel grasped the center of the dildo and started to 
slide it backwards and forwards. He twisted it as he 
fucked us both with it, slowly at first. As Edna and I 
grew used to it, he started to put more distance into 
the motion. It reached so far inside me I tried to move 
off it, but Cain knelt at my head and held my shoulders 
in place. Shemyaza held Edna.

Azazel worked faster and faster. My back tightened, and 
I arched my breasts up to my grinning, staring husband. 
I wanted him to see how hard my straining nipples had 
become. I could feel myself spreading to accommodate 
the leather tool. My swollen clitoris throbbed to my 
agitating finger as I jiggled it faster and faster. The 
leather rod was ramming me now, and I could hear Edna 
crying out. Bracing me with his knees, Cain reached 
over to take each plump nipple, pinching them until I 
felt myself clamping on the monstrous leather penis, 
convulsing as the spasms of pleasure jolted through my 
body.

When I was spent, they let me drag myself off the 
dildo, but Edna had not yet come. Cain pushed me over 
to her, made me lay at her side, and then pulled me up 
to one of her breasts. "Suck her, Lady Awan!" he 
ordered. Azazel put my hand to the dildo as I took her 
nipple in my mouth, and I grasped it and pumped her 
with it in fast, short strokes. I sucked hard on her 
nipple, and did not release the pressure as it grew but 
rubbed it with my tongue as I held it with my teeth. I 
pulled it up as I drew back from it, and I knew it was 
hurting her. I rammed her harder with the dildo, making 
her sob. 

Finally I let the swollen nipple go and propped myself 
up to reach the other one. She twisted to bring it to 
my mouth, one hand proffering it to me. I could feel 
her other arm shaking as she rubbed her jewel faster 
and faster. I worked her harder with the dildo. As I 
suckled her and pummeled her womb, she arched until she 
bent like a bow under the force of her mounting 
pleasure. Then, when she began to scream at the hard 
pull of her contractions, I finished her with the dildo 
deep inside her. When she was still and finally quiet, 
I fell back to join her in her floating stupor, leaving 
the leather tool protruding from her hole...

...My daughter didn't see me leave. I wanted to be 
alone to ponder Shemyaza's words. The Bene Elohim knew 
so much, and my people were healthy and prosperous 
because of them. If they came to my husband's village, 
if Adam invited them, we too would live well. They 
would teach us everything we needed to make metal 
tools, to farm and to trade. Perhaps in time we could 
adapt their knowledge to make inventions of our own. 
Only to freely offer the women in return; was that a 
sin? I had thought so, when I left my village with 
pictures in my mind of how they had taken Awan and the 
licentious behavior they had taught her. But Cain and 
Awan, and everyone here, were happy. 

Shemyaza had said they did not take what was denied 
them. The women gave of their own free will. I had paid 
dearly for exercising mine. I feared I had cursed all 
my descendents forever; here, it seemed that to 
exercise free will was to be repaid a thousand-fold. I 
did not know what to think.

The lamps were glowing in the courtyard, and someone 
had left fresh fruit on a table there for me with a jug 
of wine and two cups. The splashing fountain sparkled 
beneath the stars, and the cool night air still carried 
the scent of the moonlit flowers. I sat on a couch and 
poured myself a cup of the fruity wine. I shivered as a 
breeze played across my bare arms.

"Eve." My heart leapt. Gadreel was here. He stepped 
from a deep shadow and stood before me.

"You look troubled. And cold. Here, take my cloak." He 
sat beside me as he wrapped it around me like a shawl, 
tenderly. I smiled at the concern on his strong, rugged 
face.

"Why didn't you come to the dinner?" I asked, as he sat 
beside me.

"I knew how it would go. I had no interest. Did you 
enjoy it? You came away early."

"I talked with your brothers. They gave me much to 
think about and I couldn't think with the music playing 
and all the chatter."

"What did they talk about?"

"Oh, everything. All that you know, and that this city 
is built on."

He raised an eyebrow. "All?"

"Yes, I see how it is. And I don't know what to think 
of it." He poured himself some wine and said nothing.

"Why did you come down from your heaven, Gadreel? You 
keep apart from the rest of the Bene Elohim. You said 
you needed my forgiveness earlier tonight. Was it only 
that?"

"No."

"You came for the women? To use them?"

"I came with the rest of the Watchers to help your 
people, to care for them and to teach them. I wanted to 
do it. I wanted to put right the wrong I felt, I still 
feel, was our blame. And yes, I took women at first. I 
won't lie to you, Eve. I wanted to know how it felt and 
how to love. They wanted me. If I used them, they used 
me too. Was it wrong?"

"I don't know."

He took my hand, and looked at it for a long while. 
Then he looked into my eyes. I felt the heat pouring 
out of him.

"There was not one who did not feel joy. There was 
lust, yes, and tenderness too. I held each one in my 
arms and I celebrated our love making. It was 
wonderful. I can't believe it was wrong."

I felt a hot flash of anger. But it wasn't for my 
daughters. It was for me. I didn't think, I just 
blurted out the words.

"Did you hold them like you held me? Did you kiss them 
the way you kissed me? Did they look in your mirror 
too?"

I felt mean as soon as I had said it. He slipped an arm 
around my shoulders, turned my face to his. "I never 
made a mirror for anyone but you, because I never felt 
for anyone what I feel for you. I took them and I 
enjoyed them, so ask me why I stopped."

"Why did you?"

"Because they were not you."

I turned my head away and closed my eyes, fighting to 
make sense of it.

"Adam would not allow it. I couldn't."

"Then we won't."

A chill came over me, a despair of the heart. Then I 
knew. I wanted him. I dropped my head into my hands. A 
low, growling, anguished moan escaped me.

"Eve, Eve. Gently." He pulled me to him and held me. "I 
want you with all my heart but if you don't want me 
with all yours then there is no question of it. We will 
care for one another still. There will be no blame 
between us, ever. No more guilt, Eve, no more."

As I rested against him, he pulled me down until we lay 
in each others arms on the couch. I closed my eyes, and 
breathed in the scent of him. Slowly, I relaxed as he 
stroked my hair.

"Eve, what made you take the fruit from the Tree of 
Knowledge of Good and Evil? What did he say to you that 
made you do it? May I know? Is it too painful to talk 
of it?"

I had never spoken of it. Adam and I had never talked 
with any of our children about the Garden. What good 
would it have done to tell them of a paradise they 
could never know? And how could we have described our 
innocence? The only way would be to show them an 
infant's open gaze. In that I see us as we once were. 
But it would be nonsense in the face of our toil and 
the death we faced every day.

"It's not too painful for me now. I think I need to 
talk about it. I never could before." I sighed, and lay 
on my back to see the dense spread of stars across the 
night sky. I allowed myself to remember that distant 
day. Gadreel propped on his side and watched me as I 
talked.

"I was near the Tree. I don't know why I was there. 
Adam was not far, but I was alone. You remember how 
every animal had a voice? It was not the first time I 
had talked with a serpent. There was nothing unusual in 
our conversation at the start. Then it asked me if He 
had really told us we couldn't eat from the trees and I 
said, 'No, He said we can, but not to eat from the Tree 
of Knowledge of Good and Evil because then we would 
die'. The serpent asked me if I knew what to 'die' 
meant, and said I didn't. There was no death in the 
Garden, remember? 

Then it said surely Our Lord wouldn't let us die, 
because that was a bad thing. I didn't know what 'bad' 
was, either, and I told him. Then it said if I ate the 
fruit, then I would understand, that my eyes would be 
opened and I would be able to understand what Our Lord 
intended because I would know things that He knew. The 
serpent said I would be like him. I thought how 
wonderful it would be to be able to talk with Him, to 
really know Him. And that's why I ate the fruit, 
Gadreel. I took it, and I ate it."

"And your eyes were opened."

"Yes. Oh, it was an awful moment. I was terrified, 
Gadreel." He leant down and kissed my forehead, waited 
for me to continue.

"Suddenly there was a Bene Elohim before me. He was 
bright, shining, but he was terrible to see. There was 
triumph on his face, malice, oh, so much hate in his 
eyes! I knew then I'd been listening to his voice. The 
serpent had vanished. I knew he was evil, because now I 
knew what evil was, and I knew he had tricked me. In 
that instant I knew what death was, and I was afraid of 
it. He screamed and laughed at the same time, a 
twisted, screeching sound. My blood ran cold, and then 
he vanished too. 

When Adam found me, I hid my terror from him and told 
him how we could talk with Our Lord now. Adam listened 
to me in wonder, barely understanding the things I told 
him. He was so astonished he took the fruit from me and 
ate it without question. I should not have given it to 
him. It was wrong. But I hoped that with our new 
knowledge, we might know Him. And, if I'm honest, 
whatever Our Lord did to me, I wanted Adam and me to be 
together. So here we are. Adam tries, but he has not 
forgiven me. Who was he, Gadreel? Why did he do it?"

"Satanel. He was our prince, the closest to Our Lord. 
He was thrown from the heavens because he could not 
accept you. He said you were a lesser creation to us. 
He lost Our Lord's love, and blamed you. He thought Our 
Lord would love him again if you failed Him. He hated 
you from the start."

"So now both of us are far from Him."

"And the Watchers, too, now. We can't go back to our 
heavens again. Do you still want to be close to Him, 
Eve?"

"Yes, but there's no way back. I wanted it too much."

We lay quietly for a while, Gadreel playing with my 
hair while I watched the shooting stars.

"Gadreel?"

"Hmm?"

"What did you mean, when you said you celebrated your 
love making with the women?"

"I gave myself to them. I gave myself to their elation, 
shared it, exalted it. My blood was glorious, vibrant. 
It surged in me. I rose on their ecstasy like I was 
flying again. It was rapture. It was like being in 
heaven."

With Adam, the only man I had ever had inside me, I had 
been dutiful, appeasing. I had let him do as he needed. 
This was different.

"When you flew in heaven, were you close to Him?"

"It was more than close. I felt in complete accord with 
Him. There was nothing to be hidden, nothing to be 
resolved, nothing more to know. His love and our love 
were one and the same."

"I felt that in the Garden, too. I thought there was 
more to know. There was, but nothing worth knowing. 
Nothing worth the price."

"Gadreel, take me back."

He froze. "What?"

"Take me back. Take me back to the Garden. Love me. I 
want you; my heart wants you and my body wants you. 
When I die, I want to know I spoke to Him of Good and 
Evil. I want Satanel to know he could not keep me from 
Him. Let me glory in the love, Gadreel. I am yours."

NO RETURN

There were no more words between us. He carried me 
across the courtyard and to my bed. My heart was 
pounding as he lay me down. I watched in the lamps' 
soft light as he removed his tunic. His gray-green eyes 
were fixed on my face. He was unsmiling, intent on what 
he was about to do. His broad chest was hairless, the 
muscles clearly defined beneath his bronze skin. The 
years he had been hammering metal into tools had built 
him up. 

The muscle between his neck and shoulders was high. His 
arms bulged, his stomach was ridged, his legs firm and 
large. His penis hung long and massive over his heavy 
sac. He moved deliberately, slowly over to the bed and 
sat beside me. I moved to sit up so I could take off my 
dress, but he stayed me with one hand at my shoulder. I 
lay still as he began to feel the contours of my body, 
still staring intently into my eyes. He looked wild.

His hands began at my shoulders, fingers spread as he 
moved in light circles over them. He slid his hands 
down the inside of my upper arms. He grasped my arms 
and lifted them so they lay outstretched across the 
bed. He ran his hands along them, back up to my 
shoulders and let them drift slowly down over my 
ribcage. At my waist he brought them together across my 
belly and then smoothed them up to the space between my 
breasts. My mouth felt dry. I swallowed and licked my 
lips.

He moved his hands together back down to my belly and 
apart again over my hips. He never took his eyes from 
my face. His expression became a question as his hands 
slid around my thighs and firmly pulled them apart. My 
breathing had become a heavy pant through my open 
mouth.

He rose and walked deliberately to the end of the bed, 
standing there a moment to take in the sight of me 
spread open before him. He stepped onto the bed, feet 
astride my pelvis. With knees bent, scrotum low, he 
reached down to the neckline of my dress and with two 
hands he tore it open. Stepping down my body he ripped 
until it fell away, leaving me exposed to him as he 
towered above me. He watched my breasts rising and 
falling before taking a long look down along the length 
of my body. I saw the emerging head of his growing 
penis. It was glistening in anticipation.

He knelt between my legs, his knees wide. He watched my 
face as he placed his hands either side of my pelvis, 
then slowly drew me down towards him. He raised my 
buttocks up onto his thighs. I braced myself in 
position, knees bent and my feet flat upon the bed.

With one hand he held my outer lips open. The other 
moved to his penis. He guided its head to my open slit, 
rubbed it slowly up and down along the full length. I 
closed my eyes as I felt myself opening to him, the 
wetness beginning to flow. He rubbed himself on my 
clitoris and then raised me further up his thighs as 
his penis hardened. He rubbed the full length of his 
shaft slowly, rhythmically, against me, pressed hard 
against me. 

When his penis was wet with my juices, he suddenly 
raised me higher, both hands under my buttocks, until 
my breasts swung up towards my head. I hooked my legs 
over his shoulders. Holding me open he bent his head 
between my legs and lapped the juices from me. He 
tongued my inner lips, my clitoris, and my vagina. I 
ached to feel him inside me. My belly thrilled in 
anticipation of him. My clitoris sent sharp shocks 
through me and I shuddered as he sucked it.

He circled my vagina with one finger. I cried out, 
tried to push myself higher for him.

"Please, Gadreel. Please, I want you."

"Not yet."

His finger pressed at my opening. I beat the bed in 
frustration then gripped the sheets as he slid it into 
me. He pulled it out, slid it up to my clitoris, rubbed 
it up and down with his fingertip, then slid it back 
down my lips and plunged into me again. He did it again 
and again until I grasped a cushion at my outstretched 
clawing hand, brought it to my head and used it to 
stifle my ecstatic screams.

He let me go, pushed me down, pulled the cushion away 
and turned himself around so that he lay propped at my 
side, his penis level with my head and upper body at my 
throbbing sex. His penis was wet with the juices he had 
collected, and the smell was pungent in my nostrils as 
I bent to service it. I held the hot shaft near the 
root, and swung the head to my open mouth. Before I 
took him in, I licked him along his length, along the 
underside down to where my hand encircled his girth. I 
pressed and sucked and tongued the shaft back up to the 
head, then flicked the tip of my tongue into its 
opening before plunging down along the shaft again. 

I teased him as he had teased me, holding him tightly 
until the head deepened in color and gave up more of 
his salty fluid. The veins stood out along his widening 
shaft. I stretched my mouth over the head, and then 
slid down onto his towering length, working it slowly 
to my throat. I breathed deeply to keep from gagging on 
him, working up the suction, sucking him and engorging 
him more. 

I felt his fingers probing me, and then he slid several 
fingers into me, pushing into me deeper and deeper. I 
sobbed on his shaft as he began to drive his hand into 
me, insistent, unrelenting. My head worked faster over 
his massive tool. 

He drew himself out of my mouth, grasped my body and 
turned me around and under him. His feet hooked the 
insides of my legs and spread them as he grasped my 
wrists and held them down high above my head. He paused 
a moment, his eyes boring into mine. I looked down to 
see his massive tool standing proud along his abdomen, 
then looked back into his face. 

He stared into my eyes as he lowered himself to me. I 
felt his head pressing at my vagina. I sobbed as he 
pushed the head into me. He withdrew, held himself at 
my opening and then pushed inside me again, this time a 
little more. "Yes. Take me, please take me," I begged 
him.

"Tell me what you want."

"I want you inside me."

"Where?" His head pressed at my vagina.

"I want it in my sex." He slid it in a little.

"More. I want it deeper." He slid in a little further, 
then held himself still.

"Enough?" he asked.

"No! Oh, please Gadreel I want you up inside me, I want 
you all the way up me."

He forced his full length into me. His penis spread me 
open until the head met my womb.

I lay impaled on him, staring into his eyes as he 
stayed still inside me.

"Do you want me to fuck you?"

"Yes."

"Say it."

"I want you to fuck me, Gadreel. Please fuck me, please 
fu- Oh! Oh, Gadreel! Aah! Aaaiee!"

He plunged his mouth to mine and silenced me with his 
tongue. His massive penis filled me and shafted up and 
out of me with increasing speed. My legs stiffened and 
spread wider. My vagina stretched to accommodate his 
massive bulk. Gadreel let go of my wrists and released 
my mouth. He gripped my shoulders. I sobbed as he 
leveraged himself further up into me, but I loved how 
he filled me. I wrapped my legs around him. I bore down 
on him. I squeezed the muscles of my vagina to tighten 
on him, clenching and releasing as we settled into a 
steady, driving rhythm.

I felt a low, tensing thrill growing inside me. It 
mounted in intensity, rising in pitch as he worked me. 
He began to thrust harder. His penis head was slamming 
up to my womb, driving and driving. My face was 
flushed, my breasts swollen and my nipples excited from 
his chest rubbing again them. My womb was vibrant, 
alive to the promise of his seed. I felt my canal 
undulating as he forced it wide with his penetrations. 
I heard the slap of his sac against my cheeks.

The tensing increased inside me, the neck of my womb 
was throbbing. My blood was beating in my ears, making 
wild music with our panting breath. He worked me faster 
and faster and then he rose up on his arms to force 
himself deeper into me with short, hard, fast stabbing 
strokes. 

He flung his head back for an instant and then his wild 
eyes burned into mine as his hot seed spurted into me. 
With every gush he shouted his triumph. With a 
pulsating thrill that shimmered through my whole body, 
I felt the neck of my womb jerk down to drink from the 
hot pool of semen. Again and again I cried out as the 
pounding rhythm of my womb spread its waves through me.

Then bliss came to Gadreel and me, deep and silent, the 
bliss of the truly loved for whom nothing is hidden, 
nothing more is to be resolved, whose love is one...

...Eve did not return to Adam's village, but lived out 
her days among us at Enoch, the city Cain named after 
his son. She lived another hundred years and Gadreel 
was with her, and faithful to her, to the end.

As time went by, the memory of her did not fade. She 
became a goddess in the minds of the children and they 
built a temple to her. Penemue, the gentle Watcher she 
came to trust the most after Gadreel, wrote down her 
history and it became a sacred text cherished by her 
daughters. 

They celebrated her in prostitution rites, instituting 
the seasons for the sowing of seed and for harvest in 
temples that were consecrated to her. The account of 
her first love making with Gadreel became the guide for 
the initiation rites of kings, reenacted by many 
generations after Cain.

Shemyaza and I became priests of her temple, along with 
the other Watchers at Enoch, teaching the arts of 
medicine, metal craft, writing, agriculture and animal 
husbandry. We gave the people laws to govern their 
industry and trade, and civilization. 

The foundation for it all, the plowing of women and the 
plowing of fields, the increase in the population and 
the herds, all became one and the same until Our Lord 
looked upon it and desired to sweep it all away. His 
creation had become an abomination to Him. In the time 
of Noah, the only one of His creation he desired to 
save, he drowned everyone and everything on the face of 
the Earth.

But not before he had dealt with us. He learned how I 
had seduced the women with my cosmetics and jewelry, 
knew Shemyaza's widespread mantra that love should not 
be denied. All the Watchers were destroyed or buried. 
The Lord ascribed all sin to me for my part in 
orchestrating the decision to live as we had done. Our 
solemn oath to take women, sworn by every one us, did 
not save Shemyaza. As the highest among us, he too was 
cast into the bowels of the Earth to await the final 
Judgment Day. On that day we both shall burn until the 
end of time.

As I wait, I remember. And smile.

Jesus Starts His Own Family with Mary Magdalene and 
Mary Martha

It's a night I'll never forget. I'll also never forget 
the way my heart skipped a beat the day I stood at the 
well. He was standing on the other side. This is my 
story, I hope you enjoy it. 

My name is Mary Magdalene, and this is the story of the 
night things got out of control. Control isn't always a 
good thing, especially when you completely lose 
yourself in it. I remember the day I answered the door, 
it was the first time I saw Jesus. He was our new Rabbi 
along with his pretty wife Mary Martha, newlyweds only 
19-years-old. They had cum to the well, to gain some 
water from walking a long way. They asked to be allowed 
to drink. Once they were settled we became very close 
friends with them. Hanging out all the time, playing 
together as adults, having dinner together. It was 
great, and then it got a lot better. 

I have always had a somewhat open outlook on things. 
I've had several men in my lifetime, but this man was 
special. I've fucked various men for about 8 years. I 
was 22 at the time Never in our wildest dreams or 
imaginations were prepared for the events of that 
night. It all started with a little Kosher wine. We 
were gathered around, with other friends in a party, 
taking glass after glass. Then someone had the idea to 
play truth or dare. A very dangerous game when combined 
with wine. 

Next thing you know, David and Mary Martha were on one 
couch, and Jesus and I were on the other one. First we 
were daring each other to flash, then to kiss, then to 
touch, and then to make out. Mary Martha and David were 
first, they had to go into the adjoining tent and make 
out for 10 minutes. When they came out they were all 
disheveled, hair a mess, and the clothes they continued 
to have on were a mess. Then Jesus and I had to do the 
same. 

Well, we did have some fun. I don't know what Mary 
Martha and David did, but I'll bet we topped it. I laid 
down on the bed, he had his hand on my breasts, kissing 
my neck and my lips. I got a hold of his neck, and 
began sucking and biting like a wild animal. I remember 
the taste of him, the carnal desire I had for him. I 
put my hand inside his robe, and grasped his cock. 

He was so hard, and then he put his hand inside my 
shawl and began playing with my pussy. He put a finger 
inside of me, and I convulsed. He got a hold of what he 
refers to as "the nubby thing". After we came out of 
the room, we were a wreck. What clothes we still had on 
were completely messed up, hair all over the place.

My pussy was wet and feeling the draft from Jesus' cum 
seeping from my vulva lips. I could definitely "feel" 
my eggs accepting those little fishies that would go on 
to "make" Josephus, our son.

Not to mention, I left his neck looking like a leper. 
We all went outside to rest after that, and then 
something interesting happened. 

I was dared to kiss Mary Martha's pussy. I had never 
done that before, but she was so young and sweet. I 
figured what the hell, go for it. So, she slipped her 
shawl completely off, and now she was completely nude. 

I stroked her complete pussy with my tongue. She tasted 
like cherry pie, no joke, and this was by far the 
prettiest pussy I had ever seen. It was so pink, and 
creamy white, and bare. Yum! After that, Mary Magdalene 
dared David to have sex with her. The question of 
protection came up, and David said, "who cares, we are 
all adults and married, aren't we?" 

Good enough, sex twice with a hot 19-year-old works for 
me! While David took Mary Magdalene into the room, 
Jesus and I decided to have some fun of our own. I laid 
down on the couch, by this time my shawl had long been 
off. He climbed on top of me, and I pulled his man 
stick straight into my hot cave. 

He felt so incredibly good, I came instantly. 

He was so smooth, and so young, and so hot! Well, after 
that we all naked as jaybirds and we all fell into a 
heap together, the men's cocks hard and poking at 
anything that would allow them to poke into it. That we 
were all horny as Hell would have been an 
understatement. We finished, cum running out of my 
pussy and Mary Martha's pussy, to flow in rivers down 
out naked inner thighs. I had a feeling that we were 
had created a family that would ensure the bloodline of 
the Savior.

Jesus and I sat close to one another, and David and 
Mary Martha made out in the middle of the street. She 
decided that she was tired, so she just lay there. I 
followed because I was a little weary myself. The next 
thing we knew, our males were finger-fucking us, and we 
all four became one big fucking machine. I'm not sure 
who was doing what or to who, but it was all good. Mary 
Martha kicked the guys away, and we ended up in a 69 
position. 

We stayed that way for a while, and I could've suckled 
on her all night long she tasted so good. Eventually we 
all ended up back in the living room, where David took 
Mary Martha from behind, and I rode into multiple 
orgasms with Jesus. We finally had our fill of one 
another, and called it a night. The next day Mary 
Martha sent me a text message that said, "talk about 
love they neighbor... lol." That was that. 

The weeks to follow have been a blur, David and I 
completely smitten by them. All David thinks about is 
Mary Martha these days, and I'm head over heels for 
Jesus. I came to realize that sex is not love, and that 
night was just sex. I asked Jesus if he feels anything 
for me, and it's purely sexual for him. Mary Martha 
just wants to be friends and put that night behind us. 
David is pushing for more, in doing so pushing Mary 
Martha away. 

I forgot to mention that one night Jesus and I had some 
fun while David and Mary Martha were out tending the 
sheep. I brought him upstairs, and seduced him. I 
climbed on top of him, and rode him with such passion 
and loss of control it made my head spin. He then took 
me from behind, and shot his cum deep inside of me. We 
vowed to take it to the grave and make a baby between 
us. I had to have him sober, I had to feel him just 
once more. 

We had some fun in days to follow, whenever we could 
find time to be alone. I sucked his cock a couple of 
times, and he tasted so good I could've drank every 
drop of him. I'd still love to have that chance, but 
our fun ended the night that Mary Martha sat us all 
down to talk to us, she was afraid that Jesus and I 
were going to try to make a baby between us, and how 
right she was! I still flirt with him, and say things 
to him to make him think about what he can have 
whenever he wants to. Do I want to do it again? 

Of course, you haven't seen this guy. Eyes dark as 
night, hair as black as coal, and his scent will drive 
any woman out of her mind. I find myself reminiscing in 
my memories of him. Every time I see him my heart skips 
a beat. I know we can only be friends, and I'm slowly 
learning to accept that. I still have a carnal desire 
for him, I just want to eat him alive! 

Given the chance I just might, even though I know it's 
wrong. He said he wants me in a very wrong way. He said 
he loves my voice and the way I smell. He'll never know 
just what he means to me, and that's okay, because I 
know he couldn't feel it, too. 

A part of me is in love with him, all of me is in lust 
with him, and I'm hoping that between the two there 
will be another little human being starting to form in 
my tummy. David is still coping with his feelings for 
Mary Martha, and I think that they may be thinking 
about starting something like Jesus and I are doing. As 
we continue, the jealousy seems to be disappearing and 
we are all becoming much more than just friends. 

I will always love him, and I will always want him in 
much the same way that millions of so-called Christian 
zealots seem to lust after Him as they go about 
worshipping him every day that the Sun Gods used for 
their worship services. I can't see that changing, he's 
simply amazing in every way and would be such a good 
daddy to my baby. His smile, his touch, his laugh, his 
eyes, especially his eyes. It's like he looks into my 
soul, and sees something no one else can see. 

I can only hope that when he looks back on his fondest 
memories, that I will be one of them, and that he will 
always smile when he thinks of me. 

The End 

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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