He found himself smiling shyly at her as he listened to her speak. He could not put his finger on what it was about her, but it was like she knew how to affect him directly at his core, even without any outside influence that the world he had come from provided. It was like a natural instinct inside of her … the way she moved, the way she looked at him, and the way she kissed him.
Now he walked with her as she stepped backwards to the edge of the bed, and as he stood with her there, he put his arms around her and nudged her so that she moved back and was then lying on the bed, instinctively wrapping her legs around his hips and holding him firmly in her arms. He had not intended on becoming so aroused again so soon after their time in the pool but his body was screaming at him that it still seemingly had not had enough of her, and he felt his pants become taut once more.
Isabella enjoyed the weight of him on top of her, his body starting to rock back and forth as they kissed deeply. She felt in her a deep and growing hunger to be closer to him and thoughts of the outside world were once again completely discarded as her mind closed and all she could sense, feel and think about were the feelings he was invoking in her.
He revelled in the feelings that passed between them and once more he was confused by how he - someone who had so much sexual experience - could never have felt when he had been with other women, like he did when he was with her.
He let himself settle, wrapped around her, while he absorbed the feeling of a sense of urgency falling over him. Unable to hold back, he stood up and removed his clothing quickly before returning to her and pushing her slip dress up and over her head, leaving her naked before him. Again he took in the sight before him, wondering at how beautiful the natural state of her body was, compared to others he had been with who worked so hard to be anything but natural.
Isabella pushed him gently onto his back beside her and knelt beside him, looking down and along the length of his body. Everywhere she looked, from his head to his toes and back again, Trent trailed her eyes and found himself feeling incredibly vulnerable then … and so open to her. Seeing her looking at him - really looking at him, without any diversion to anything else, made him feel drawn into her, liked seeing the expressions on her face were something new and never before seen by him. He couldn't remember when he had felt like anyone had really looked at him like that.
As he kept looking at her, she started a new journey of her own, bringing up her hands and running them over his arms, shoulders and chest. He lay still, as if in a spell, watching her eyes as they moved along with her hands, touching him and caressing him as they explored.
Isabella looked into his eyes to make sure her desire to explore his body was acceptable but when she looked at him she saw only acceptance and a peaceful calm over him. She moved closer and bent her head to kiss his lips softly before sitting up again and resuming her exploration, moving her hands down over his chest and enjoying the feeling of his belly, currently slightly sunken due to his extreme recent weight loss, but she looked forward to seeing him build and fill out here as his appetite increased.
From there she moved over and past his most intimate area and down to his feet, touching each one lightly and making him jolt away from her fingertips as he felt himself ticklish, making her laugh softly at him.
He lay back and felt her hands start to stroke his legs - shins, knees and up to his thighs. He made no move to hide his arousal at all but she didn't seem embarrassed about him being in that state at all.
"Turn over," she whispered and he negotiated how he could comfortably do that being so aroused as he was, but found a half-turned position that presented his back to her, and immediately felt her hands moving over his calves, thighs, and up over his buttocks and finally his back and shoulders. The next thing he felt was her kissing the back of his neck softly, just below his hairline, and he found himself moaning at the sensation.
Under him he was stretched, hard and taut, desiring her but not wanting to interrupt her journey of exploration, so hearing her again telling him to turn over once more was welcome to him, as was feeling her move over him and lie down along the entire length of him to indulge in kissing him.
Trent wrapped his arms around her and secured her head down with one hand to keep their lips together as he devoured her tongue with his. The sound of her groaning out loud into his mouth was followed by her moving her body so that she took him inside of her and he immediately felt like he would never find anything so perfect in his life as he felt at that moment. He didn't know where her instinct for it came from, but he could not doubt that in every way it felt like they were made to fit together.
He lay still and let her move as she felt she needed to, and finding her way to letting pleasure work into her from the way she was moving, Isabella discovered a new way to reach that same point he had previously taken her to, and Trent felt and heard her climax as she was rubbing against him while he was deep inside her. The sensation of her self-induced pleasure was exquisite and immediately resulted in the same reaction in him, plunging up into her as her muscles were still clenching around him.
They lay together - her on top of him - and neither moved for some time, both feeling blissfully sated for the moment, and he kissed her passionately before she laughed softly.
"I think we can do this all day and all night," she said and he laughed in response to her enthusiasm.
"People might miss you if you hide away with me all day and all night."
She smiled at him then, the most brilliant smile.
"Yes, you are right," she said with a clear look of amusement on her face, and looked thoughtful before continuing. "Only nights then."
Trent moaned at the thought - both for the consideration of how he had been eager to rest his body and let it recuperate from the long journey to this foreign but magical place, and for the desire he felt for the idea, liking it very much.
Isabella pulled off him and cuddled into him, letting out a sigh of contentment, inspiring him to turn and look at her. As he did so he became aware that he could now see a glow appearing on her lower belly. He pulled away from her, thinking that he must be seeing things, but when he turned toward her once more and looked more closely, the golden glow was still visible, and growing stronger.
"What is it, Trent?" she asked him, seemingly oblivious to whatever was happening inside of her. "You look worried."
Trent looked at her face but whatever was happening, she just didn't seem to feel it.
"Isabella. Your belly," he said quietly, pointing to the glowing.
She turned her head downwards and finally saw the small light shining through her skin, as if it was translucent. Automatically she put her hand over it, and through her hand felt a warmth of comfort that made her feel extremely protective all of a sudden.
Trent watched her face change as she touched the glow, and then saw her reach her hand out and take his, bringing it to her belly so he could put his hand there. As he touched her skin he instantly felt the warmth and the pull of it. It was a different kind of feeling - one he had not felt before so he found it hard to determine what it was. Impossible to pinpoint but almost like an extremely strong need to do whatever it would take to protect Isabella. A determination to be the best man he could possibly be, from this moment in time and on for the rest of his life. As if everything - his future, her future, and the future of everyone - depended upon it.
"How are you glowing like that?" he asked her quietly but she only shook her head.
"I do not know. But it feels … nice. Like it is alright … like it is meant to be," she said and he nodded in agreement.
"Yes."
Whatever it was, they both felt the pull toward each other to look after each other and ensure they both remained calm and happy.
"Is it…" he started to ask and then dismissed the idea, thinking it could not be possible, but the same thought had already blended into Isabella's mind.
"A child? Have we just made a child?" she asked him and he was surpr
ised as she was to hear the question come from her lips.
Trent touched her belly once more and revelled in the feeling of the heat, before pulling away. As he did so, the glow began to fade, until they were both then left wondering if it had indeed happened.
"I must speak to my mother about this. Perhaps it is normal for this to happen to women?" she asked and Trent nodded at her but kept his doubts to himself. He knew of no such thing happening in his time and place, and expected that these people were still humans so child rearing would not be any different … but he had to concede that things were different here, so he could be no judge of what was normal or not.
"Shall I come with you?" he asked her before she kissed him again, gently and softly, taking longer to enjoy her lips against his, before she started to move.
"No, I think I should like to speak to my mother alone, if you do not mind, Trent," she said, standing up and putting on her dress. "She may not feel comfortable with you there when I ask her about such things."
Isabella looked at him, lying naked on the bed, and smiled before leaning over and kissing him again.
"I very much like the way you look, lying like that," she said and he found himself blushing once again, as if he were the one who had never had sex before.
He stood up and pulled her close.
"And you are very beautiful, Isabella. I am very lucky to be in this place, with you … paired with you."
They kissed softly before she pulled away.
"I must go. I shall see you perhaps at dinner?" she asked and he nodded.
~~~~~
Isabella ran out the door, eager to find her mother and talk to her. When she finally located her, she pulled her aside.
"Mother, can I please talk to you about something private?" she asked and immediately saw alarm on the face before her. "It is not about anything bad … I don't think."
"Of course, Isabella. Do you wish to talk in our home, or elsewhere?"
"Yes, I think inside your home is best," she said, with a slight longing for the home that was until today hers, but now she would regard as only being that of her parents.
The two of them walked to the house and once inside, her mother invited her to sit and talk.
"Is all well with you and Trent? Is there some problem?" Crisiana asked her daughter, feeling extreme concern due to Isabella normally being so carefree and happy.
Isabella smiled shyly at her mother.
"All is well, Mother. Trent and I are … fine … good," she said and felt her face go deep red, a look that she saw resulted in a knowing glance from her mother even though Crisiana did not say anything with words. "But I must ask you, when you became with child - when I was in your belly … did you … glow? Here?" she asked, moving her hand to her lower belly to show the location the golden glow had emanated from.
"Glow? No. Glow how?"
"It was like a golden light, coming from my skin, and when I touched it I felt warmth from it. Trent could see and feel it also."
"No, Isabella. I do not know what that means. I cannot help you with this. I do not think that happened when you were in my belly," she said, taking her daughter's hands in her own while a look of concern crossed her face. "Oh my daughter, are you alright? Should we be worried about this?"
"I shall go to the temple to see the elders. They may know what it was…"
"It is not still happening?"
Isabella shook her head.
"No, it happened for only a few minutes this morning," she said and stood up. "I shall go to the temple now. Thank you."
Crisiana hugged her daughter tightly to her before letting her go, watching her walk out of the door.
~~~~~
Once again, as she walked into the temple Isabella felt an overwhelming sense of being home … being somewhere that she was meant to be. But more than that, she started to feel her belly warm and react to it also. She placed her hand over the area, through her slip dress, and once more felt the comfort of the heat emanating from it.
She was standing like that when she heard a voice call out to her.
"Isabella!" she heard Elder Rhys exclaim with more surprise in his voice than she had heard before.
He moved closer to her and she could see his eyes fixed where her own hand was. When she looked down, she could see that the golden glowing was visible through her dress.
"Elder Rhys. What is it? I do not know what is happening," she said, bringing her eyes up to meet his.
They both looked down at her belly area through the dress, and saw that as the ancient moved closer to her, the glowing intensified, and Isabella could feel the power growing inside of her.
"Stop!" she called out to the man before her. "Please. As you draw nearer to me it is growing stronger, and I do not think … I do not know … what it is yet."
Although being an ancient, and hundreds of years older than her, in this Elder Rhys bowed down to her request, finding himself intrigued by it.
"Of course, Isabella," he said quietly, backing himself away quietly. As he did so, both of them could see that the strength of the golden light eased off.
"What is it?" she asked him, naturally expecting that an ancient would have the answers but she only saw him look at her, perplexed, shaking his head.
"I have heard of some women - women who were destined to be ancients - going through this, Isabella, but it has not happened in my lifetime so I cannot say for sure.
"You think that I am destined to be … an ancient?"
"Oh yes, I have no doubt about that. You are a chosen one, Isabella. You are destined to live a very long life, and in that lifetime you will learn many secrets, and you will develop your powers fully."
She looked at him, surprised.
"My powers?"
"You know already that you have the power to heal through touch - you brought Trent back to life," he said and paused before asking his next question, knowing it was a personal one but feeling that the answer was incredibly important not only to him but also to their people. "As for what we have just seen … what you have just felt … you and Trent have … joined in love?"
Isabella felt her face darken in unease at the personal nature of the question, but nodded.
"Yes."
"I have never seen such a thing but I do believe that it must be your child, Isabella. You and Trent saw each other long before he came here, and now he has been able to successfully establish himself in amongst us, in our time. The two of you, I believe, have always meant to be, and that means both of you have been chosen, Isabella. Perhaps for a higher calling … a greater purpose … but perhaps for the creation of the youngling now growing in you. I think that he … or she … is where your path has been leading you toward, all of your life. The child will be chosen also."
"But I do not know if there is a child yet," she said, confused all of a sudden about what was happening within her.
She saw Elder Rhys look at her with a look of calm, acceptance and kindness.
"I think you do know, Isabella. You feel it, don't you. You can feel its strength within you - the combined strength of you and Trent. Focus on it and let the feelings engulf you, and I think it is fair to say that you are with his child now."
Isabella remained quiet, allowing herself to feel the wide plethora of emotions flowing through her. Excitement that it could be true - she might be having Trent's child. Fear about what the combined strength of them meant - he had crossed distance and time to be with her and the result was something new that no-one in this lifetime had seen, so no-one knew what would follow on from that. Happiness that she had been so lucky to find such love finally, after thinking that she would never find it. But also sadness that if she already were with child, her private time with Trent may have to end, at least for the moment.
~~~~~
Back in their home, Trent sat quietly for a short time after she had left, thinking about the mystery surrounding the golden glow he had seen coming from Isabella. When he had touched her belly
he had felt a similar energy to that which he had felt when he had touched the ground, before he had made the change over to this time, and even more so when he had touched the golden rock that had enabled him to change over. It was a power that he already knew could be all-consuming, and it made him fearful.
The possibility that his own child, only really minutes old in its first stages of formation yet, could emanate that kind of power, made him wary, not yet believing that this could be the situation at all.
Lying down, taking the moment to be alone and let his thoughts go free about all that had happened so far, eventually he felt his body relax once more, and his mind finally find peace. He did not know what he could do for, with or about Isabella and he put trust in her mother or the ancients for being able to provide her with guidance. If she were pregnant, there would be a child to raise and she would have finally found her place in their village … a place that she seemed to have been seeking for a long time, wondering where she was supposed to be and what she was supposed to be doing.
But for Trent, he still had to find a place to fit in and a way to contribute. He sensed that everyone here just got on and did the tasks that they naturally veered toward, but so far he did not know what that meant for him, and in one way he was regretful that in his former life he had chosen to get caught up in working with computers - something that didn't even prepare him for being able to survive should something major happen such as a grand scale electricity outage. Really, in his thirty years of life so far, he really hadn't learned how to simply survive. He did not know how to grow food. And the food that he did know how to cook, came from other food that was processed - it was never entirely fresh.
With that thought he quickly jumped up and got dressed, determined to learn, at the very least, what he could about the land. Growing things - he had never done that in his life but at the very core of humanity it was such a basic need in order to be able to eat and to survive. And to him, it was as good a place as any to begin living a different life. He would still go to the mill tomorrow, as he had told Adrian he would, but for the remainder of today, he would go to the garden and find someone to start teaching him the basics of growing food for survival.
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