A Lonely Eden 7 (Patreon)

I was now fucking Eve and Ayla. Regularly, I mean. It still seemed unreal at times. I know, I’d live who the fuck knows how long in this ice age, and having sex with my daughter and her mother was what threw me off? What can I say, we can’t choose that kind of thing. Regardless, at the moment, sex wasn’t the family bonding activity I was engaging in.

“Ugh!” my oldest son cried out in frustration. “I’m never going to get it!”

“You will, son. You will. Try it a little more like this,” I said, demonstrating using a sling to Jacob.

The ten year old boy had his tongue stuck out as he concentrated, and was focused on the task in front of him. I thought it was cute, and was happy that the kid had some discipline and drive in him. He spun the sling around, a few more times than was necessary, before letting the rock fly. It flew through the air, before hitting the rabbit hide that was stretched out to use as a target. It hit the very edge, and not the target painted in the middle, but it was progress.

“I hit it! I hit it!” he cried out, jumping into the air in joy.

I chuckled and grabbed him before pulling him into a hug, ruffling his hair as pride surged through me, “That’s my boy! I knew you could do it.”

He pulled back, a big smile on his face. “Really? You knew I could do it?”

“Yeah, I did,” I said, giving him a pat on the shoulder.

“Thanks, Dad.”

“You’re welcome, son.”

He darted off again, this time to tell Eve about his success. I turned to Ayla, who was standing a few feet behind me. She was watching us with a smile on her face.

“Are you proud of him?” she asked.

“Of course I am. I’m proud of all of my kids,” I said.

She walked over and wrapped her arms around me, “How about ours?”

“Are you pregnant already?” I asked, returning her hug.

“I don’t know, not for sure, but my chest aches like Mom’s does when she’s in her first month or so,” she said into my chest.

“That’s great! I’m sure she’s pleased,” I said.

“She’s ecstatic. Even though I don't have breasts, yet, she's still very proud of me. I want to know if you're as excited as she is," she said.

I chuckled, "Well, I know that when you have my grandchild, I'm going to be a proud and happy grandfather."

She sighed with a smile, and I knew that she was relieved. I pulled away and kissed the top of her head. "What are you thinking, Ayla?"

"You know how I told you that I didn't want to bring up the subject until it happened naturally?"

"Yeah..."

"Well, I'm worried that if I wait too long, that it won't happen naturally, and I'll be jealous of your first grandchild," she said.

"Are you afraid that Emily or Amelia will end up pregnant before you?" I asked, doing my best to keep my amusement out of my voice. The triplets were only seven, nearly eight. It was far from natural that they would get pregnant, especially since I was the only male that had gone through puberty.

She shook her head, a giggle making its way out of her mouth, "No, I'm not worried about them. They don't have the same bond that we have. If anything, I think they will have their own bonds before I do. But I think... I think I'm just afraid that I'll end up a failure as a mother."

I frowned, and looked down at her. I cupped her cheeks, "Ayla, that's never going to happen. You will make a great mother, just like your mother has."

She shook her head, "No, I won't. I'm just not like her. I don't know how to be like her."

"It's true that you're different, and you're probably going to be different with your own children. That doesn't make you a failure. It just makes you... Ayla. You don't have to be anything more or less than what you already are. That's enough for me, and that's enough for our family. Trust me," I said.

"I want to," she said. "It's just that... I know that you're worried about me, too. And I know that you're worried about all of us."

"It's normal, but I think it's a little early to be worrying. Let's not worry until something's happened. Let's not talk about it, okay?" I asked, leaning down and kissing her on top of her head.

"Okay," she said quietly. We stood there for a bit, continuing to just quietly hug each other, before Ayla started making motions, pressing her core against my leg, "I don't know for sure that I'm pregnant, Daddy. Why don't we work on it?"

As she asked, Ayla knelt down, reaching for my belt and pulling down my leathers. I was rapidly hardening, and when I saw Ayla's hand take hold of my erection, my cock twitched, getting harder in her grasp. She looked up at me with a grin, and then pressed her lips to the tip, giving me a long lick with her tongue, "Come on, Daddy. You know you want to."

I sighed, and leaned back against a nearby tree, letting her go to town. She took my entire cock into her mouth and bobbed her head, moaning happily. I rested my hand on the back of her head, running my hand through her hair as I looked down at her, enjoying the sight of her working my dick. It wasn't long before I felt my release approaching, and I gently tugged on her hair, pulling my cock out of her mouth. She looked up at me with a pout, "Why'd you stop me?"

"Because if you keep doing that, you're going to make me cum, and I don't want to. Yet," I said with a grin.

"Really? You're not going to cum yet?" she asked, crawling towards me. She had a big smile on her face as she pressed her lips to mine. I groaned and pushed her back onto the ground, settling between her legs. I hiked her dress up and slipped my fingers into her pussy. She was already wet, and her lips parted as soon as I touched her. I rubbed my fingers along her slit, feeling her wetness as it soaked through. I felt her quivering beneath me, and then I removed my hand from her.

"Why'd you stop?" she asked again.

"You can't cum yet, either," I said.

"What are you going to do?" she asked.

"You'll see," I said, lifting her hips as I moved into position. I pressed my cock to her entrance, and then slowly sank into her. I felt the familiar squeeze around me, as she clamped down on me with her walls. I groaned as I entered her, and once I was fully in, I reached for her hands, wrapping my fingers around her wrists, and pinning her to the ground. I took her slowly, at first, and then faster, our bodies slapping against each other as I pounded into her.

She moaned with a grin on her face, her barely there breasts jiggling as she thrashed about. "Daddy... yes! More! Harder!"

I growled, leaning down as I increased my speed, driving my cock deep into her. She let out a loud moan, and I heard her shout a wordless cry, and she came. Her pussy spasmed around my cock, and it took all of my self control to not cum right along with her. I pulled out and let go of her wrists, letting her recover. I was breathing heavily as I sat back, enjoying the view of Ayla recovering from her orgasm.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"That was incredible," she said, stretching out on the ground.

I laughed, "Did you want to go again?"

"I don't think I can move," she said, shaking her head. "But if you don't mind, I wouldn't say no to more."

"Well, you better think about that, because I'm going to fuck your brains out now," I said with a laugh.

She giggled, "Well what are you waiting for?"

I pressed her legs back towards her, and then hovered over her, slowly pushing back into her. She moaned and smiled at me, and I moved my body, fucking her slowly as I did my best not to cum too soon. Her pussy felt incredible, and it wasn't long before I felt her squeeze around me.

"I can't take much more," I said, pulling out.

"I'm sorry," she said.

I flipped her over and pulled her dress up over her hips, leaving it bunched at the middle of her back, "You don't have to apologize."

I plunged into her from behind, my fingers digging into the flesh of her hips. She groaned and reached for her chest, pulling on the nipples as I fucked her. I was moving faster than I'd intended to, but the way that she squeezed me was making it harder and harder to resist. I kept at her, enjoying the feeling of my cock as it pistoned in and out of her, her tight pussy clutching at my dick. I could hear Ayla moaning and grunting as she tried to keep up with me, but I could also tell that it was no use. She was going to cum soon, and I wasn't going to last that much longer.

With a grunt, as Ayla squeezed her pussy like a wet vice around my cock, I came, sending jet after jet of my seed into my daughter. She let out a gasp, and I felt her shuddering beneath me. I continued to rock into her, pushing out as much of my cum as I could before pulling out. I collapsed onto the ground next to her, breathing heavily.

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Life progressed. Eve, Ayla, and the other kids gathered. I did most of the hunting, though I did start bringing James along on the smaller hunts, showing him how to make the various traps I had set up and letting him use his sling to try to hit birds and other small game. I still didn’t let him come along on the big hunts, though I worded it differently. Hunts in general were risky, but they became increasingly so the bigger the prize you were after.

Our family grew. Eve had another boy, that we named Tyler, and Ayla had her first, a son that we eventually decided to name Tobias. By this point, I made a decision. The pregnancies were getting harder on Eve. By this point she was twenty five, give or take, and she’d given birth to nine children, so I figured that it was probably for the best if she had a much longer break than our norm.

Honestly, given how high the mortality rate was supposed to be before “modern” medicine, I’m honestly surprised that none of the kids had died. EIther we’d had some serious luck, or whatever had sent Eve and I here and given me Jesus’s respawn ability didn’t want that to happen.

Eve was a bit annoyed. The hippy vegan girl who’d arrived here had turned into a gorgeous, strong woman who loved being a mother. But she understood my reasoning. A consequence of that though was that she was quite eager to have Ayla join us, and get pregnant with her second child as soon as possible. Ayla was just as eager, but as Tyler and Tobias’s two year birthdays approached, there was another matter.

“Dad…” Jacob began as I threw a fishing line out. “I…”

“Your mother already told me,” I said. Jacob was thirteen, and Eve had walked in on him jerking off last night. “It’s normal, something that every boy goes through when they start getting to be your age.”

“Why?” he asked, throwing his own fishing line into the water. We were a good two hour hike from the cabin, at a fishing hole I’d had a lot of success at this time of year as the seasonal migration happened.

“It’s your body getting ready to become an adult, producing everything it needs to become a dad yourself,” I told him. “Though I think you should wait on that for a few more years.”

“Because Ty was hard on Mom, and Ayla only wants to be a mom with you?” he asked, as a fish bit onto my line.

“Pretty much,” I agreed, pulling hard on the line and soon holding onto a slippery rainbow trout. I gave up on figuring out why there was a North American fish in abundance around here despite nearly everything else looking like ice age Europe. “Plus, call it a hunch, but I’m pretty sure that Amy’s been making eyes at you.”

It wasn’t actually a hunch, Eve had told me that Amelia had asked her how much longer she had to wait before she could have Jacob’s babies like she and Ayla were having mine. I briefly thought about protesting, before nearly laughing myself sick at how ridiculous a thought it was. What, was I going to keep all my daughters for myself and not let my boys have anyone? Or protest because they were siblings?

Really, if we were in a world where that was something feasible, I wouldn’t have named my son/grandson after my favorite book character from my childhood.