TicklishLurker
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The Girl Out Of Time and The Champion of the Gods.
A Hysterical Historical
By Ticklishlurker And Mastertank1
That their family was hiding secrets, that was something Jennifer could not deny. There were certain things her mother’s side of the family would not talk about. Her mother would hint at the big secret, but never said a word that actually revealed anything. It hung like a sword over Jennifer’s head.
Jennifer was not the most popular person in her family to begin with. At a time and place when tall and slender was all the rage, Jennifer was short and heavy. Instead of the near flat chest that was fashionable nowadays, she wore a size triple D cup. Her hips flared widely. She had a bit of a pot belly. As a result, she was still single at 30 and even her mother (not model thin herself) gave Jennifer a hard time about her weight.
Still, Jennifer wasn’t an ugly thing. Her eyes were almond shaped, with thick lashes that started out dark but turned blond at the tips. Her eye color was a blue-grey-green but from her pupils came little branches of brown, forming a six pointed star, resembling the reverse of a dark star ruby. Her hair was a thick, luxurious blond, darker blonde at the roots naturally shading to nearly white blond at the ends. High cheekbones, a small turned up nose, and a cupid’s bow mouth finished her face.
It was not just her looks that made her disliked by the relatives, however. It was her nosing around in matters that her family felt were none of her affair.
Like their family tree, for example. Oh, they didn’t mind her tracing the line of her maternal grandfather’s ancestors, but when it came to her maternal grandmother, they were dead set against it. They were always saying she shouldn’t dig up the past. Yet she dug, and she dug.
There was a reason she dug so persistently. A reason beyond her mother’s subtle hints. Things were not all they seemed. Jennifer had dreams. Vague images of a man. A massive, mountain of a man. He would tell her, in these dreams, that she had to reclaim her heritage, her blood.
Sometimes Jennifer had seizures. This was the final reason her family regarded her as an oddball. Medication could not control it. During these times she would spout what sounded to them like gibberish. None of them, not a single one, realized it was really ancient Hebrew.
On the day Jennifer found that out, her world unraveled. She had gotten her hands on some old trunks. Trunks that had belonged to her great-great-grandparents on her grandmother’s side. Her family had tried to hide them from her. Surprisingly, Jennifer’s mother snuck her into the attic one day when no one else was looking. There was a large birthday party going on downstairs for their oldest relative.
Under the old clothing and the books there was a false bottom to each of the trunks. Under these false bottoms were hidden compartments. In these compartments Jennifer found old yellowed books written in what she instantly recognized as Hebrew and Yiddish. She found items she didn’t know the names of, but knew somehow that they were use in the prayer services.
She gathered these things up and raced downstairs to where her aunts, uncles, and cousins were gathered. She dropped them in a pile on the table they had gathered around. The oldest stared with hatred, fingering their rosaries. The younger were just confused.
“This is what you’ve been hiding?” Jennifer roared. “The fact that we’re Jewish?! You’re hiding it as if you’re ashamed of our heritage?!”
They roared back. Saying it was lies. Saying that she should’ve left the past alone. The younger family members joined on Jennifer’s side. So did Jennifer’s mother and father - though he was of nearly pure English heritage with a smattering of Native American, he saw no reason the truth should be hidden.
Then, before her eyes, Jennifer saw the man from her dreams. He was fighting with someone. He was swinging a sword so large it would take three normal men to lift it. His image was faint, like a photographic double exposure.
Jennifer’s body began to jerk, her head snapping back. She began to shout out those words that sounded like gibberish to the others. Suddenly, with a pop of displaced air filling in a vacuum, Jennifer was gone.
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There was a temporo-spatial discontinuity
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His name was Joshua Ben Baraak; Joshua Son Of Thunder. He was descended from the seventh son of the seventh son of a king who had ruled in the north east of Britain six centuries ago.
With nothing useful to inherit there, his remote ancestor had gone wandering, until they had settled in the marshlands along the south bank of the great River Danube, just before it made a sharp northward bend around the piece of land called the Dobruja today. Now it would be called the borderland between Bulgaria and Romania.
In Joshua’s time, the very start of the 11th century, it was just beyond the boundary of the then resurgent Byzantine Empire. After losing nearly 80% of it’s land area to invasions by both the Persian Empire and a variety of barbarian tribes from the north, the Byzantine armies were slowly reclaiming one province after another in both Asia Minor and the Balkans.
The Byzantine re-expansion was being spearheaded by a group of warrior monks called The Order Of The Knights Of The Sword. They were the Eastern Orthodox Church’s answer to the Roman Catholic Templars and Hospitallers.
The Patriarch Of Constantinople had also copied another page from the book of his western rivals The Popes. Just as the Popes had preached their crusades in order to reclaim the Holy Land with the expense borne by others, so the Patriarch preached a crusade in order to induce men to spend their blood and treasure to regain the provinces which Byzantium had lost to the pagans of the north.
The Knights Of The Sword rivaled their western counterparts in fighting prowess, in power, in wealth and in influence. In one respect they completely outdid the Knights Templar and the Knights Of Saint John, known as Hospitallers. The atrocities which the Order Of The Sword regularly committed against non-Christians completely eclipsed even the notorious excesses which the two western orders had perpetrated against the Moslem and Jewish inhabitants of the Holy Land.
Joshua grunted with pleasure as he struck another blow against his foes. The massive straight sword he wielded was the size of a weaver’s beam. The meteorite iron it was forged from could have made a dozen normal sized one handed swords.
“Die, heathen bastard!” One of the knights roared at Joshua.
“You first.” The warrior replied with a grin.
Joshua was considered a freak by all but a few. To start with he was massive. He was built like a mountain. It was said he could carry a full grown cow under each of his huge arms. His beard was long but normally neatly trimmed. In the heat of this battle it was soaked with sweat and crusted with blood from a few blows that got through to his face.
Joshua’s brown eyes were currently hard, but could easily be gentle, lust filled, or mischievous. Though he was nearing 60 springs since his birth, he could easily best a man half his age in endurance. In sheer strength he was easily the equal of any dozen normal men.
It was not only his vast size that made him an outcast. Though he was Jewish, many of his beliefs and practices were Pagan in origin. Through his studies of the bible he came to realize, (and later saw the evidence for himself,) that there were many gods and goddesses. It was clear to him that the Jewish God, Yahweh, the creator of the universe and of humanity was supreme, and more powerful then all the rest of them put together.
After all, the commandment said “Thou shalt have no other gods BEFORE ME”. It didn’t say that thou shalt have no other gods. Then there was that passage in Genesis where God was complaining about the angels sinning with the daughters of men, and used the pronoun ‘us’ to include himself and those he was speaking too, who were fellow inhabitants of heaven and NOT humans or human souls.
Just so long as the God Of Gods was put first, there was no reason whatsoever that one couldn’t also pay homage to the earth goddesses, the gods of war, or the goddesses of love. It was on the behalf of the latter he was fighting today.
These knights, claiming to be servants of a strange tripled version of the one God, known to the pagan peoples of northern and eastern Europe as the Vidicrist, had raided a temple sacred to a minor goddess. In addition to deliberately desecrating the fane of the goddess, they had raped the women and murdered all the children. They then set the temple itself ablaze.
When Joshua happened upon the scene of destruction, he chased the knights. Once a band of fifty, he had relentlessly cut them down to just three. He fought two of them now and one seemed to have disappeared.
He knew these men were cowards. That they weren’t real men at all. So he shouldn’t have been surprised when the third yellow bellied coward came up and drove a dagger into his back.
In the end, he wasn’t too surprised. What he was surprised at was that the second he felt the blade slip into him, a woman appeared, dressed in strange clothing.
Jennifer took one look at the scene and screamed. Grabbing rocks, she flung them at the men. They turned on her. Thinking Joshua as good as dead, all three laughed off the stones she threw and approached her.
With his last bit of strength, Joshua struggled to his feet. With one vast swing of his great sword, he sliced off all three of their heads. Then he collapsed.
Jennifer had to fight the urge to vomit. Between suddenly finding herself in a landscape alien to her, three men suddenly being beheaded, and the shock from earlier, she felt very dizzy.
Yet Jennifer was moving to the big man on the ground. She had only seen him for a moment, but knew he was the man from her dreams.
He was breathing, but bleeding heavily. He was fighting to retain consciousness and seemed to be succeeding. The knife was still deep in his back.
Though Jennifer knew the words he was speaking were not actually English, somehow, in her head, she heard them as such.
“Poison,” he groaned, “The blade.”
She understood. He was not dying from the blood loss. For someone as massive as him a pint would be like a drop to her. No, it was the poison on the blade that was killing him.
So, though pulling it out was against the “rules” of first aid according to the Red Cross, Jennifer grasped it and with all her might yanked it out. There was a rush of blood. Jennifer’s tiny hands touched the wound.
Acting purely on instinct, Jennifer’s fingers reached in. She gagged, then suddenly a rush of words she didn’t understand came from her. She felt some power building between her fingers.
With one last gout of fresh blood, Jennifer pulled her hand free. In her fingers was a large, black ball.
Somehow Jennifer knew it was the poison. Somehow the words she spoke had drawn all the poison out of the man’s body and concentrated it into this ball.
Jennifer wrapped it in leaves and placed it on a rock, out of the way. It burned through the leaves and soaked into the rock, vanishing forever.
Jennifer’s next move was to staunch the flow of blood. No words came to her to accomplish that. Instead, she moved to the dead bodies. Using one of their own swords, she cut off the tabards they wore over their armor. These she used as bandages.
With all her strength, which was more then people gave her credit for, Jennifer got the massive man, who could’ve easily made three of her, to sit up. He was looking at her oddly.
“I know,” she said, in what to her was English, what to him was Hebrew, “It’s all very weird and maybe I can explain it later, dream man, but for now we’ve got to get you someplace you can rest.”
Though he was strong, Joshua was only a mortal. A whispered voice on the wind told him to sleep, all would be taken care of. He obeyed the voice.
Jennifer took a look around. Nearby were horses that must have belonged to some of the dead men. There was no horse for the man from her dreams. No doubt there was no horse big enough. He would need one of those horses from the Budweiser commercials. She thought they were called Clydesdales.
There were trees and ropes. With a knight’s sword Jennifer cut saplings and branches, lashing them together until she made - well, she couldn’t remember the proper term for it, but it would help her drag the man. Her clothing was wringing wet with sweat, yet she didn’t stop to rest.
Jennifer had to tie her construction project to four of the horses. The first configuration she built didn’t have long enough poles. She rebuilt it with longer saplings.
Jennifer got the horses to move to the man. Now was the hard part. She was strong, but not strong enough to move the man all on her own.
“Please dream man,” Jennifer pleaded softly, “Wake up just enough to move yourself.”
He did stir just a bit. Enough to get himself into place on the drag. Jennifer had to tie him down so he wouldn’t slide off. Then, acting purely on instinct still, she led the horses away.
Hours passed. Jennifer walked until she nearly collapsed. She was not used to such prolonged bouts of physical activity. She paused only to check his bandages and make sure he was still breathing.
Deep in the woods now, Jennifer found the remains of someone’s old hut. The walls were still good though the roof was rotting away. Still, darkness was coming on fast and it was better then nothing. She untied the horses and her dream man. He stirred, and together they managed to get him into the hut.
There was no rest for Jennifer. She had to clean everything she could to make a proper place for the man to rest. He couldn’t stay awake long enough to even tell her his name.
Jennifer managed to find a way to climb up to clean out the chimney so she could have a fire. The well had no bucket so she had to drag water from the creek. There were old, caldron like pots that she cleaned out, and with these she boiled water.
Somehow Jennifer managed to undress her dream man. By the light of the fire she cleaned his wounds. She was forced to give him a shave so she could get at the smaller cuts on his face.
In both the pockets of his garments and saddlebags on the horses, Jennifer found unguents she could tell were for healing. There was also some of the hated poison. She used the unguents on him and stored the poison under a loose rock in the floor of the hut.
“I don’t understand why I’m here, dream man,” Jennifer said to the sleeping figure, “But I imagine it has something to do with the heritage my family would deny. Mom must’ve known something. She wasn’t the kindest of women, but she always wanted me to find out the truth. In that way she was highly supportive, though maybe it was for her own ends.”
Jennifer sighed and laid her head on his arm, the muscles making a good pillow. “I don’t understand how I traveled here or how I did what I did, but somehow this all feels right. Like I belong here.”
Jennifer slept fitfully, for she woke often to check on him. What little sleep she did receive was restful and deep.
The next few days were spent caring for him and making repairs on the hut. It was good, really, except for the roof. Jennifer removed the rotting material and cut branches from the surrounding forest. She wove them together, then wove smaller ones in between. Eventually she had a decent if not entirely water tight roof. It was good for temporary living.
The horses stuck around, even though she relieved them of all their trappings and they could’ve taken off if they wanted to. Jennifer was able to drag water and such to the house with their help.
Jennifer noticed that the horses ate some of the berries on a vast, rambling bush, so she knew they weren’t poisonous and what color to look for to find the ripe ones. The horses also seemed helpful in finding tubers and other such wild vegetables. She sometimes wondered if these horses were something more then they seemed.
There had been dried meat in the saddlebags. Jennifer was able to make a filling if not exactly flavorful soup.
The first day, the man woke only long enough to eat a bit and grunt at her. The bleeding had stopped and there was no sign of infection. Though the wound was deep, Jennifer had a feeling that it hadn’t hit anything vital.
The second day, Joshua was awake long enough to tell her his name and realize his beard was gone. Jennifer explained she had to remove it to treat the wounds on his face. Even the smallest infection could kill anyone, after all, especially in a weakened condition. Joshua just closed his eyes and went back to sleep.
In his sleep Joshua dreamed. He was visited by the minor goddess who had been the one worshiped at the ravaged temple.
“She is the one for you, Joshua.” The goddess told him. “She was picked for you long ago. Her bloodline was carefully manipulated to produce her, then we ripped her from her time to give her to you.”
“That’s not fair to her.” He said, feeling a bit of anger. “You take her from all that’s familiar? You deny her the free will we were all granted by the God Of Gods?”
“You’ve served all the gods well, we feel you deserve a reward. Claim her, Joshua, she is your bride.”
The goddess left him, letting him know in no uncertain terms that there was no argument. This woman was his.
On the third day Joshua was finally up and around. At first he ignored Jennifer, thinking that if he did the gods would return her to her own time.
On the forth day of not speaking to her, she suddenly broke down in tears.
At that moment Joshua took her into his arms and realized he would not be able to resist her once he was strong enough again. It was all he could do not to take her now.
Jennifer was, after all, all the things he lusted for in a woman. Though he could engulf her with his immense body, she had more then enough substance that she wouldn’t break at his touch. She was all sweet curves.
Best of all, she was ticklish. Unable to bear her tears, he began to wiggle his fingers, first behind her right ear, then down her neck, and she giggled, squealed, and squirmed. He tickled her from ear to shoulder for several minutes before he finally let her go. He still had healing to do, the wound could reopen if he exerted himself, and he wanted her too badly, all of a sudden, to continue to play.
“Don’t cry, my Jenny,” he said, rubbing her tears away with his large thumbs, “I was only hoping you could return to your own time. I don’t like the idea of taking you away from all you know.”
Jennifer sniffled and pulled away. “I don’t need your damn pity.”
After that it was she who would not speak to him. Even on the day Joshua was finally healed enough to leave, she worked completely in silence.
By now Jennifer’s clothing was ripped in dozens of places. She had kept it and herself clean, but it was still tattered. So he ordered her to stay in the hut. To make sure she would he took all four horses.
Had she known the area, Jennifer would soon have come to a town. It was far enough away from the temple that it had not been attacked, but close enough to it that many of those who lived there knew what had happened.
In fact, black draped the town because so many of their own children had died. Yet, when they saw Joshua alive and well they celebrated. His heroism was legendary.
He didn’t stay long, to the disappointment of the townsfolk. Only long enough to sell the horses and buy some supplies, including a dress, shoes and many other things a woman would need. There were a few raised eyebrows but no one said a word as he retraced his steps back to the hut.
Part of Joshua feared Jennifer would be gone when he came back. Either because the gods had changed their mind, or because she chose to run off. Yet she was still there. He felt a great relief.
“I brought you some things so you might be properly dressed.”
Joshua laid out the clothing, a brush, and sweet smelling soaps to wash herself with. Then he brought her water from the creek, some of which he put over the fire, and some that he left to the side. He set out one large pot she could mix the two together in.
She waited in total silence until he was done. Then looked at him. “I’m not going to bathe in front of you.”
“Damn it, woman!” He roared. “Open your eyes! I don’t pity you, I want you! Now get undressed and wash yourself or so help me I’ll make you!”
She sighed. “Good lord, man, I just don’t feel good. I’m menstruating you idiot and I really don’t want you to see all that gross blood.”
Warrior though he was, Joshua was not used to certain things. One was a blunt statement about her courses from a woman. He sputtered a bit before walking out. Then, once he had recovered a bit, gathered herbs he knew would help with the pain and cramping Jenny was no doubt suffering. Plus things that would help with the flow of blood.
It was obvious when Joshua came back in that Jenny was having trouble with the clothing. For one thing the dress was on backwards. The bodice was only half laced. She really didn’t know what to do and looked flustered.
Joshua helped her. He forced himself to control his thoughts and desires because of the suffering on her face.
The dress was a light spring green. It had been made for a bride who had changed her mind at the last minute and run off with a bard. The bodice was a darker green. It made Jenny’s eyes look like emeralds. More, it made her look like a goddess of spring and new crops.
Joshua thought back on the goddess’ words. Though he had, according to his own people, left his faith behind, he still felt connected to it enough that he had imagined himself married only to a Jewish girl. Which was why, though he had many lovers, he had never wed, for he had found none that could accept his beliefs.
Jenny had not said anything about her own faith, yet somehow she spoke Hebrew - or at least he heard it as such - and had even used Hebrew words in a spell to remove the poison from his body. Sometimes he heard her mutter what could only be a Christian prayer, though not like any he had ever heard before.
At his age Joshua should be full of wisdom, yet around this woman he was as flustered as a virgin lad on his wedding night. Jenny was so unlike the women he knew. Somewhat independent, at least far more so then any women he had ever known in his own time, defiantly blunt.
Even the women at the temple weren’t like Jenny. Though they were strong and independent, they still deferred to men in most things. Joshua couldn’t get Jenny to defer to him in anything. Of course, she was punishing him for not speaking to her for awhile. Coupling that with her current state and she was - well, being a complete bitch.
Jenny was also suffering with blisters from her new shoes. Joshua could see her wince with every step and tears trail from her eyes, yet she stubbornly kept going. She refused to complain or ask for help, so he swung her over his shoulder and carried her despite her protests.
Jenny finally settled down after a few minutes and asked, rather politely, “Could you carry me another way, please? This way is making me sick.”
So Joshua switched to carrying Jenny cradled in his arms. She was soon asleep.
Finally Joshua got them into the town he had visited earlier. Darkness had fallen. Earlier that day he had reserved a room in one of the cleaner inns, and he went there now. As soon as they were installed in the room, Joshua called for a bath.
Jenny slept through the entire process until then. Joshua added some calming herbs to the hot water and woke her up. She was soon in the tub. He let her be for awhile, only returning to help her wash her hair and back.
Jenny drifted off several times. Joshua helped her dry herself and prepare for bed, putting a healing balm on her feet. Despite the blisters, her feet were so ticklish that she giggled and squirmed. How he wanted her! Yet, he kept himself in check.
Joshua was too big to sit in the tub, so all he could do was stand in it, using a bucket to scoop the water over himself. He used cold water for his bath. It didn’t help.
Joshua’s time for the rest of the week was divided between helping to rebuild the temple, comforting the survivors, and training Jenny how to properly conduct herself. At the end of that week Jenny snapped at him one day; “Why don’t I just lock myself in a tower?”
“Woman, you are the most stubborn creature.” He replied. “When we’re wed.....”
“And who says I want to marry you?!” Jenny interrupted. “First you don’t speak to me for days, then suddenly you decide we’re going to get married. You still haven’t told me how the hell I was able to get that poison out of you, or why I’m here, or why I dreamed about you for so long..... All you do is tell me what to do, how to act. And if you don’t stop staring at my feet I’m going to scream!”
Joshua was indeed staring at her feet. He had seen them many times, but today he couldn’t stop looking. They were finally healed up. Now he drank in the beauty of them. They were short and wide, like the rest of Jenny. The toes were stubby. He licked his lips at the thought of them in his mouth. He stroked his chin, feeling the new beard growth. Sitting down on the bed, Joshua grabbed both Jenny’s ankles in one of his hands.
“I don’t understand any of what’s going on.” Joshua said even as he began to drag his fingers of his free hand over both of Jenny’s buttery soft soles. “Other then what I was told by a goddess.”
Joshua tickled her for a little bit longer, watching her squirm, listening to her laugh, her futile attempts to pull his hands away. Then he stopped and let Jenny catch her breath. “Tell me what happened before you came here. All of it.”
So Jenny told. She told about the dreams of him. About how she was treated by her family. The search for her roots. She told about the seizures - the ones she lived in fear of every day since coming here and yet to her surprise she didn’t have. Finally she told about the trunks and her discovery.
It all fell together at that point. Joshua explained what he had figured out; “Your family converted because of fear - and chose to hide the fact that they had ever been Jews. I’m not sure about all the other, except that the gods and goddesses no doubt manipulated things so you would be born. They specially bred you for me. I hate that part, that you were given no choice.”
He continued. “The seizures weren’t that at all, but simply the ability bred into your body trying to draw you back to this time and place. The fact that you had no free will, that you were never given the chance to choose what you wanted out of life angers me. But I can’t say I’m unhappy that you’re here.”
“I’m not unhappy either. I hardly miss my world.” Jenny wiggled her toes. “And for the first time I don’t feel lonely. I’m just angry because you didn’t tell me anything.” She then grew pensive. “But - even though I know those men were bad, it still disturbed me to see them killed. I’ve never seen someone die by violence before.”
Letting go of her feet, Joshua gathered her close and kissed her forehead, stroking her hair as she finally let go of what she had been holding back. All that fear, shock and disgust. She hadn’t told him about the nightmares, but he knew.
“I want you,” he said kissing her hair, then tilting her head back so he could catch her lips. “I want you in more ways then one. I want you as my wife, as mother to my children. I want you - squirming and laughing beneath me.”
Jennifer blushed and tried to slip free, but Joshua slipped one finger of each hand into her armpits and soon had her squirming and laughing just like he dreamed of. She was so touchy that it didn’t take long to have her too weak from laughter to fight back. His fingers found their way behind one ear while his other fingers began to untie he dress. Then he tickled the other ear as he slipped the dress down her shoulders.
The feelings from being tickled were - overwhelming. Jennifer felt waves of lust, helpless desire, and a bit of fear all tumbled together. It felt so wrong and yet so right. When his tickling fingers moved from her ears to her neck she longed for him to stop, and yet wanted him to keep going.
Jenny was not experienced at all when it came to men. They had never shown interest in her. In fact, the only reason her hymen was ruptured at all was because during her very first exam the gynecologist refused to believe that an 18 year old was a virgin. He was soon proven wrong.
So when Joshua began to tickle her breasts, Jennifer jumped back and slammed into the wall behind her. He paused for a bit, then wrapped one of his arms around her, pinning one arm against his body, the other he held firmly.
“You’re not getting away from me, woman.” He growled and began to ravish her breasts with tickles. Leaving no part untouched. When he found out how ticklish her nipples were he kept tickling them until she thought she’d go insane.
His lips found the right side of her neck and he began to tickle torture her there with his lips, tongue, and newly grown in beard. Her laughter soon grew so frenzied that she thought she was going mad.
He kept her so off balance that she didn’t know he had her completely nude until he began to tickle her ribs and belly. She wanted him RIGHT NOW.
He wanted her too. Yet he wasn’t nearly through with her.
“I’m going to tickle you until you not only agree to marry me,” he said as he used his lips to tickle her ear. “But until you forget every bad thing that ever was said to you, done to you, every evil you ever saw. God, you beautiful, stubborn woman, I love you.”
He pinned her down to the bed with one hand between her massive breasts. His lips found her belly button. His tongue playing with it the way he planned to play with other parts of her.
Jennifer stopped actually thinking after that. Everything was just sensations. His lips around one nipple, then the other. His tongue inside her open, laughing mouth as he tickled her ribs. Then he was moving lower. Each leg was tickled from hip to ankle. Only her feet were left untouched. She wanted him so badly, but didn’t have the energy to try and tell him. All she could do was laugh and feel the insane arousal he inspired in her.
When Jenny was too weary to squirm; when her entire body from ear to ankle had been tickled pink, Joshua finally took her feet in hand.
“No.....” Jenny whimpered. She wanted him to stop the tickling and just screw her. Shove himself deep inside her.
Joshua just grinned wickedly and began right between her toes. Jenny threw back her head and laughed, but she was too weak from the prior tickling and her own lust to fight back against him. When his fingers found her soles, she nearly fainted. He tickled the sides, the heels, the balls, and the arches with his giant fingers. She laughed until tears streaked her face. Her groin pulsated with need.
And he was ready to satisfy. He swung her legs over either shoulder. Joshua was tickling her hips with his hands while his mouth sought Jenny out. Her clit was so ready for him. He barely needed to touch it before she was screaming in orgasm.
Joshua kept working at it with lips and tongue while Jenny screamed out his name over and over again. He pulled back and for awhile treated her feet to a tongue and lip tickling.
Then he was over her. “You’re mine, promised to me, created for me. I will protect you, love you forever.”
Jenny tried to say she loved him too, but her lips were too tired. She couldn’t form the words.
Joshua kissed her. “You don’t have to say it, I see it in your eyes.”
Everything about Joshua was massive. Including his shaft. Jenny gasped and tensed, afraid that she wasn’t big enough to hold him inside her, yet she was lubricated enough that he slid in easily. It only took a bit of neck tickling to relax her enough to accept him fully.
Joshua kept up the tickling though, burying his face in her throat to tickle Jenny with his mouth again. One hand ran up and down her side while the other held most of his weight off of her. She was so helpless beneath him, yet felt so safe and secure that she came under him rapidly, time after time in just minutes, laughing and squirming throughout.
Then, with a shout that rattled the roof, Joshua came, nearly falling on top of Jenny. He stopped his fall at the last second.
Never had Joshua been with a woman who left him so sated. However, he chuckled and dragged his finger around her belly button. “From now on, I think you better be on top, my dear. You leave me weak kneed.”
Jenny couldn’t speak. She was just too worn out. Too sated and replete. Her dream warrior, the man who had haunted her for so long, was with her in the flesh.
A few weeks later, they were married in the newly restored temple. Some would later claim that they saw the gods and goddesses themselves there at the ceremony.
Here in this place where not that long ago malevolent evil and death had prevailed, they saw the beginning of two new lives. Well, three, but no one but those from above knew that.
There were gifts of all types for the new couple. Some for them both, some just for one or the other. Some of those attending had journeyed many days to get there. There were many, many communities that owed debts of gratitude to Joshua.
One of the gift givers was an old man with the swarthy skin of a Levantine, flowing white hair and a full white beard. This man’s gift was a sword as massive as Joshua’s own, and much more finely made.
Joshua’s old sword was a convex-ground bar with indifferently sharp edges, doing it’s work of destruction by sheer mass and velocity. This new one was an elegant, beautiful blade.
Equally long and a bit wider, it was a quadruply hollow ground diamond in cross section, which gave the weapon razor edges and a needle sharp point. The first few practice swings revealed that it was perfectly balanced, and worked like an extension of his hand. It felt as if those bright, impossibly keen edges could cut the very wind and make it bleed!
The old sword had been a plain, workmanlike tool of combat in an unadorned leather scabbard. This one was embellished with engraving and inlay of gold and jewels on blade, crossguard and pommel. The sheath was a fitted covering of gold washed steel, with steel mesh straps that allowed it to be worn either at the hip or over the shoulder. Those straps were attached with heavy duty steel swivel mounts. It was a gift fit for an emperor, only no emperor ever born could have so much as lifted it, let alone wielded it in battle.
As Joshua looked the gift giver in the eyes, he gasped. Only a wink from the ‘old man’ kept the giant warrior from falling to his knees as he recognized this ultimate of Heavenly Beings.
“What?” The God Of Gods whispered with a slight smile. “You think I’m going to let you risk yourself with an ordinary weapon? You still have a lot of work to do for Me and the others, Joshua, and a young wife and soon children to protect as well. I expect you to bring that sword great honor. It contains a living warrior soul. Use it well and honorably, and it will be loyal to you alone. It will fight for you when your arm is too weary to move. It will never consent to serve any foe of yours.”
He then glanced at Joshua’s beaming bride. “I do good work, don’t I?” With another wink, he leaned forward and whispered even more softly, “And to think, you haven’t even found her most ticklish spot yet.”
Coming up beside her husband, the former modern day woman smiled at the old man. She didn’t recognize him herself, but that was probably because she only had eyes for her warrior husband.
“Someone,” she whispered to him, “just gave me a big box full of feathers. Now what sort of use could I have for that?”
Then the venerable elder nodded at Jenny, turned with a smile and walked away. Each stride seemed to cover twice the distance of the one before it. In seconds, he had vanished over the far horizon.
The old man now gone, Joshua smiled at his bride and whispered back, “I can think of a few.... in fact, I can think of many.”
~~ The End ~~
A Hysterical Historical
By Ticklishlurker And Mastertank1
That their family was hiding secrets, that was something Jennifer could not deny. There were certain things her mother’s side of the family would not talk about. Her mother would hint at the big secret, but never said a word that actually revealed anything. It hung like a sword over Jennifer’s head.
Jennifer was not the most popular person in her family to begin with. At a time and place when tall and slender was all the rage, Jennifer was short and heavy. Instead of the near flat chest that was fashionable nowadays, she wore a size triple D cup. Her hips flared widely. She had a bit of a pot belly. As a result, she was still single at 30 and even her mother (not model thin herself) gave Jennifer a hard time about her weight.
Still, Jennifer wasn’t an ugly thing. Her eyes were almond shaped, with thick lashes that started out dark but turned blond at the tips. Her eye color was a blue-grey-green but from her pupils came little branches of brown, forming a six pointed star, resembling the reverse of a dark star ruby. Her hair was a thick, luxurious blond, darker blonde at the roots naturally shading to nearly white blond at the ends. High cheekbones, a small turned up nose, and a cupid’s bow mouth finished her face.
It was not just her looks that made her disliked by the relatives, however. It was her nosing around in matters that her family felt were none of her affair.
Like their family tree, for example. Oh, they didn’t mind her tracing the line of her maternal grandfather’s ancestors, but when it came to her maternal grandmother, they were dead set against it. They were always saying she shouldn’t dig up the past. Yet she dug, and she dug.
There was a reason she dug so persistently. A reason beyond her mother’s subtle hints. Things were not all they seemed. Jennifer had dreams. Vague images of a man. A massive, mountain of a man. He would tell her, in these dreams, that she had to reclaim her heritage, her blood.
Sometimes Jennifer had seizures. This was the final reason her family regarded her as an oddball. Medication could not control it. During these times she would spout what sounded to them like gibberish. None of them, not a single one, realized it was really ancient Hebrew.
On the day Jennifer found that out, her world unraveled. She had gotten her hands on some old trunks. Trunks that had belonged to her great-great-grandparents on her grandmother’s side. Her family had tried to hide them from her. Surprisingly, Jennifer’s mother snuck her into the attic one day when no one else was looking. There was a large birthday party going on downstairs for their oldest relative.
Under the old clothing and the books there was a false bottom to each of the trunks. Under these false bottoms were hidden compartments. In these compartments Jennifer found old yellowed books written in what she instantly recognized as Hebrew and Yiddish. She found items she didn’t know the names of, but knew somehow that they were use in the prayer services.
She gathered these things up and raced downstairs to where her aunts, uncles, and cousins were gathered. She dropped them in a pile on the table they had gathered around. The oldest stared with hatred, fingering their rosaries. The younger were just confused.
“This is what you’ve been hiding?” Jennifer roared. “The fact that we’re Jewish?! You’re hiding it as if you’re ashamed of our heritage?!”
They roared back. Saying it was lies. Saying that she should’ve left the past alone. The younger family members joined on Jennifer’s side. So did Jennifer’s mother and father - though he was of nearly pure English heritage with a smattering of Native American, he saw no reason the truth should be hidden.
Then, before her eyes, Jennifer saw the man from her dreams. He was fighting with someone. He was swinging a sword so large it would take three normal men to lift it. His image was faint, like a photographic double exposure.
Jennifer’s body began to jerk, her head snapping back. She began to shout out those words that sounded like gibberish to the others. Suddenly, with a pop of displaced air filling in a vacuum, Jennifer was gone.
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There was a temporo-spatial discontinuity
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His name was Joshua Ben Baraak; Joshua Son Of Thunder. He was descended from the seventh son of the seventh son of a king who had ruled in the north east of Britain six centuries ago.
With nothing useful to inherit there, his remote ancestor had gone wandering, until they had settled in the marshlands along the south bank of the great River Danube, just before it made a sharp northward bend around the piece of land called the Dobruja today. Now it would be called the borderland between Bulgaria and Romania.
In Joshua’s time, the very start of the 11th century, it was just beyond the boundary of the then resurgent Byzantine Empire. After losing nearly 80% of it’s land area to invasions by both the Persian Empire and a variety of barbarian tribes from the north, the Byzantine armies were slowly reclaiming one province after another in both Asia Minor and the Balkans.
The Byzantine re-expansion was being spearheaded by a group of warrior monks called The Order Of The Knights Of The Sword. They were the Eastern Orthodox Church’s answer to the Roman Catholic Templars and Hospitallers.
The Patriarch Of Constantinople had also copied another page from the book of his western rivals The Popes. Just as the Popes had preached their crusades in order to reclaim the Holy Land with the expense borne by others, so the Patriarch preached a crusade in order to induce men to spend their blood and treasure to regain the provinces which Byzantium had lost to the pagans of the north.
The Knights Of The Sword rivaled their western counterparts in fighting prowess, in power, in wealth and in influence. In one respect they completely outdid the Knights Templar and the Knights Of Saint John, known as Hospitallers. The atrocities which the Order Of The Sword regularly committed against non-Christians completely eclipsed even the notorious excesses which the two western orders had perpetrated against the Moslem and Jewish inhabitants of the Holy Land.
Joshua grunted with pleasure as he struck another blow against his foes. The massive straight sword he wielded was the size of a weaver’s beam. The meteorite iron it was forged from could have made a dozen normal sized one handed swords.
“Die, heathen bastard!” One of the knights roared at Joshua.
“You first.” The warrior replied with a grin.
Joshua was considered a freak by all but a few. To start with he was massive. He was built like a mountain. It was said he could carry a full grown cow under each of his huge arms. His beard was long but normally neatly trimmed. In the heat of this battle it was soaked with sweat and crusted with blood from a few blows that got through to his face.
Joshua’s brown eyes were currently hard, but could easily be gentle, lust filled, or mischievous. Though he was nearing 60 springs since his birth, he could easily best a man half his age in endurance. In sheer strength he was easily the equal of any dozen normal men.
It was not only his vast size that made him an outcast. Though he was Jewish, many of his beliefs and practices were Pagan in origin. Through his studies of the bible he came to realize, (and later saw the evidence for himself,) that there were many gods and goddesses. It was clear to him that the Jewish God, Yahweh, the creator of the universe and of humanity was supreme, and more powerful then all the rest of them put together.
After all, the commandment said “Thou shalt have no other gods BEFORE ME”. It didn’t say that thou shalt have no other gods. Then there was that passage in Genesis where God was complaining about the angels sinning with the daughters of men, and used the pronoun ‘us’ to include himself and those he was speaking too, who were fellow inhabitants of heaven and NOT humans or human souls.
Just so long as the God Of Gods was put first, there was no reason whatsoever that one couldn’t also pay homage to the earth goddesses, the gods of war, or the goddesses of love. It was on the behalf of the latter he was fighting today.
These knights, claiming to be servants of a strange tripled version of the one God, known to the pagan peoples of northern and eastern Europe as the Vidicrist, had raided a temple sacred to a minor goddess. In addition to deliberately desecrating the fane of the goddess, they had raped the women and murdered all the children. They then set the temple itself ablaze.
When Joshua happened upon the scene of destruction, he chased the knights. Once a band of fifty, he had relentlessly cut them down to just three. He fought two of them now and one seemed to have disappeared.
He knew these men were cowards. That they weren’t real men at all. So he shouldn’t have been surprised when the third yellow bellied coward came up and drove a dagger into his back.
In the end, he wasn’t too surprised. What he was surprised at was that the second he felt the blade slip into him, a woman appeared, dressed in strange clothing.
Jennifer took one look at the scene and screamed. Grabbing rocks, she flung them at the men. They turned on her. Thinking Joshua as good as dead, all three laughed off the stones she threw and approached her.
With his last bit of strength, Joshua struggled to his feet. With one vast swing of his great sword, he sliced off all three of their heads. Then he collapsed.
Jennifer had to fight the urge to vomit. Between suddenly finding herself in a landscape alien to her, three men suddenly being beheaded, and the shock from earlier, she felt very dizzy.
Yet Jennifer was moving to the big man on the ground. She had only seen him for a moment, but knew he was the man from her dreams.
He was breathing, but bleeding heavily. He was fighting to retain consciousness and seemed to be succeeding. The knife was still deep in his back.
Though Jennifer knew the words he was speaking were not actually English, somehow, in her head, she heard them as such.
“Poison,” he groaned, “The blade.”
She understood. He was not dying from the blood loss. For someone as massive as him a pint would be like a drop to her. No, it was the poison on the blade that was killing him.
So, though pulling it out was against the “rules” of first aid according to the Red Cross, Jennifer grasped it and with all her might yanked it out. There was a rush of blood. Jennifer’s tiny hands touched the wound.
Acting purely on instinct, Jennifer’s fingers reached in. She gagged, then suddenly a rush of words she didn’t understand came from her. She felt some power building between her fingers.
With one last gout of fresh blood, Jennifer pulled her hand free. In her fingers was a large, black ball.
Somehow Jennifer knew it was the poison. Somehow the words she spoke had drawn all the poison out of the man’s body and concentrated it into this ball.
Jennifer wrapped it in leaves and placed it on a rock, out of the way. It burned through the leaves and soaked into the rock, vanishing forever.
Jennifer’s next move was to staunch the flow of blood. No words came to her to accomplish that. Instead, she moved to the dead bodies. Using one of their own swords, she cut off the tabards they wore over their armor. These she used as bandages.
With all her strength, which was more then people gave her credit for, Jennifer got the massive man, who could’ve easily made three of her, to sit up. He was looking at her oddly.
“I know,” she said, in what to her was English, what to him was Hebrew, “It’s all very weird and maybe I can explain it later, dream man, but for now we’ve got to get you someplace you can rest.”
Though he was strong, Joshua was only a mortal. A whispered voice on the wind told him to sleep, all would be taken care of. He obeyed the voice.
Jennifer took a look around. Nearby were horses that must have belonged to some of the dead men. There was no horse for the man from her dreams. No doubt there was no horse big enough. He would need one of those horses from the Budweiser commercials. She thought they were called Clydesdales.
There were trees and ropes. With a knight’s sword Jennifer cut saplings and branches, lashing them together until she made - well, she couldn’t remember the proper term for it, but it would help her drag the man. Her clothing was wringing wet with sweat, yet she didn’t stop to rest.
Jennifer had to tie her construction project to four of the horses. The first configuration she built didn’t have long enough poles. She rebuilt it with longer saplings.
Jennifer got the horses to move to the man. Now was the hard part. She was strong, but not strong enough to move the man all on her own.
“Please dream man,” Jennifer pleaded softly, “Wake up just enough to move yourself.”
He did stir just a bit. Enough to get himself into place on the drag. Jennifer had to tie him down so he wouldn’t slide off. Then, acting purely on instinct still, she led the horses away.
Hours passed. Jennifer walked until she nearly collapsed. She was not used to such prolonged bouts of physical activity. She paused only to check his bandages and make sure he was still breathing.
Deep in the woods now, Jennifer found the remains of someone’s old hut. The walls were still good though the roof was rotting away. Still, darkness was coming on fast and it was better then nothing. She untied the horses and her dream man. He stirred, and together they managed to get him into the hut.
There was no rest for Jennifer. She had to clean everything she could to make a proper place for the man to rest. He couldn’t stay awake long enough to even tell her his name.
Jennifer managed to find a way to climb up to clean out the chimney so she could have a fire. The well had no bucket so she had to drag water from the creek. There were old, caldron like pots that she cleaned out, and with these she boiled water.
Somehow Jennifer managed to undress her dream man. By the light of the fire she cleaned his wounds. She was forced to give him a shave so she could get at the smaller cuts on his face.
In both the pockets of his garments and saddlebags on the horses, Jennifer found unguents she could tell were for healing. There was also some of the hated poison. She used the unguents on him and stored the poison under a loose rock in the floor of the hut.
“I don’t understand why I’m here, dream man,” Jennifer said to the sleeping figure, “But I imagine it has something to do with the heritage my family would deny. Mom must’ve known something. She wasn’t the kindest of women, but she always wanted me to find out the truth. In that way she was highly supportive, though maybe it was for her own ends.”
Jennifer sighed and laid her head on his arm, the muscles making a good pillow. “I don’t understand how I traveled here or how I did what I did, but somehow this all feels right. Like I belong here.”
Jennifer slept fitfully, for she woke often to check on him. What little sleep she did receive was restful and deep.
The next few days were spent caring for him and making repairs on the hut. It was good, really, except for the roof. Jennifer removed the rotting material and cut branches from the surrounding forest. She wove them together, then wove smaller ones in between. Eventually she had a decent if not entirely water tight roof. It was good for temporary living.
The horses stuck around, even though she relieved them of all their trappings and they could’ve taken off if they wanted to. Jennifer was able to drag water and such to the house with their help.
Jennifer noticed that the horses ate some of the berries on a vast, rambling bush, so she knew they weren’t poisonous and what color to look for to find the ripe ones. The horses also seemed helpful in finding tubers and other such wild vegetables. She sometimes wondered if these horses were something more then they seemed.
There had been dried meat in the saddlebags. Jennifer was able to make a filling if not exactly flavorful soup.
The first day, the man woke only long enough to eat a bit and grunt at her. The bleeding had stopped and there was no sign of infection. Though the wound was deep, Jennifer had a feeling that it hadn’t hit anything vital.
The second day, Joshua was awake long enough to tell her his name and realize his beard was gone. Jennifer explained she had to remove it to treat the wounds on his face. Even the smallest infection could kill anyone, after all, especially in a weakened condition. Joshua just closed his eyes and went back to sleep.
In his sleep Joshua dreamed. He was visited by the minor goddess who had been the one worshiped at the ravaged temple.
“She is the one for you, Joshua.” The goddess told him. “She was picked for you long ago. Her bloodline was carefully manipulated to produce her, then we ripped her from her time to give her to you.”
“That’s not fair to her.” He said, feeling a bit of anger. “You take her from all that’s familiar? You deny her the free will we were all granted by the God Of Gods?”
“You’ve served all the gods well, we feel you deserve a reward. Claim her, Joshua, she is your bride.”
The goddess left him, letting him know in no uncertain terms that there was no argument. This woman was his.
On the third day Joshua was finally up and around. At first he ignored Jennifer, thinking that if he did the gods would return her to her own time.
On the forth day of not speaking to her, she suddenly broke down in tears.
At that moment Joshua took her into his arms and realized he would not be able to resist her once he was strong enough again. It was all he could do not to take her now.
Jennifer was, after all, all the things he lusted for in a woman. Though he could engulf her with his immense body, she had more then enough substance that she wouldn’t break at his touch. She was all sweet curves.
Best of all, she was ticklish. Unable to bear her tears, he began to wiggle his fingers, first behind her right ear, then down her neck, and she giggled, squealed, and squirmed. He tickled her from ear to shoulder for several minutes before he finally let her go. He still had healing to do, the wound could reopen if he exerted himself, and he wanted her too badly, all of a sudden, to continue to play.
“Don’t cry, my Jenny,” he said, rubbing her tears away with his large thumbs, “I was only hoping you could return to your own time. I don’t like the idea of taking you away from all you know.”
Jennifer sniffled and pulled away. “I don’t need your damn pity.”
After that it was she who would not speak to him. Even on the day Joshua was finally healed enough to leave, she worked completely in silence.
By now Jennifer’s clothing was ripped in dozens of places. She had kept it and herself clean, but it was still tattered. So he ordered her to stay in the hut. To make sure she would he took all four horses.
Had she known the area, Jennifer would soon have come to a town. It was far enough away from the temple that it had not been attacked, but close enough to it that many of those who lived there knew what had happened.
In fact, black draped the town because so many of their own children had died. Yet, when they saw Joshua alive and well they celebrated. His heroism was legendary.
He didn’t stay long, to the disappointment of the townsfolk. Only long enough to sell the horses and buy some supplies, including a dress, shoes and many other things a woman would need. There were a few raised eyebrows but no one said a word as he retraced his steps back to the hut.
Part of Joshua feared Jennifer would be gone when he came back. Either because the gods had changed their mind, or because she chose to run off. Yet she was still there. He felt a great relief.
“I brought you some things so you might be properly dressed.”
Joshua laid out the clothing, a brush, and sweet smelling soaps to wash herself with. Then he brought her water from the creek, some of which he put over the fire, and some that he left to the side. He set out one large pot she could mix the two together in.
She waited in total silence until he was done. Then looked at him. “I’m not going to bathe in front of you.”
“Damn it, woman!” He roared. “Open your eyes! I don’t pity you, I want you! Now get undressed and wash yourself or so help me I’ll make you!”
She sighed. “Good lord, man, I just don’t feel good. I’m menstruating you idiot and I really don’t want you to see all that gross blood.”
Warrior though he was, Joshua was not used to certain things. One was a blunt statement about her courses from a woman. He sputtered a bit before walking out. Then, once he had recovered a bit, gathered herbs he knew would help with the pain and cramping Jenny was no doubt suffering. Plus things that would help with the flow of blood.
It was obvious when Joshua came back in that Jenny was having trouble with the clothing. For one thing the dress was on backwards. The bodice was only half laced. She really didn’t know what to do and looked flustered.
Joshua helped her. He forced himself to control his thoughts and desires because of the suffering on her face.
The dress was a light spring green. It had been made for a bride who had changed her mind at the last minute and run off with a bard. The bodice was a darker green. It made Jenny’s eyes look like emeralds. More, it made her look like a goddess of spring and new crops.
Joshua thought back on the goddess’ words. Though he had, according to his own people, left his faith behind, he still felt connected to it enough that he had imagined himself married only to a Jewish girl. Which was why, though he had many lovers, he had never wed, for he had found none that could accept his beliefs.
Jenny had not said anything about her own faith, yet somehow she spoke Hebrew - or at least he heard it as such - and had even used Hebrew words in a spell to remove the poison from his body. Sometimes he heard her mutter what could only be a Christian prayer, though not like any he had ever heard before.
At his age Joshua should be full of wisdom, yet around this woman he was as flustered as a virgin lad on his wedding night. Jenny was so unlike the women he knew. Somewhat independent, at least far more so then any women he had ever known in his own time, defiantly blunt.
Even the women at the temple weren’t like Jenny. Though they were strong and independent, they still deferred to men in most things. Joshua couldn’t get Jenny to defer to him in anything. Of course, she was punishing him for not speaking to her for awhile. Coupling that with her current state and she was - well, being a complete bitch.
Jenny was also suffering with blisters from her new shoes. Joshua could see her wince with every step and tears trail from her eyes, yet she stubbornly kept going. She refused to complain or ask for help, so he swung her over his shoulder and carried her despite her protests.
Jenny finally settled down after a few minutes and asked, rather politely, “Could you carry me another way, please? This way is making me sick.”
So Joshua switched to carrying Jenny cradled in his arms. She was soon asleep.
Finally Joshua got them into the town he had visited earlier. Darkness had fallen. Earlier that day he had reserved a room in one of the cleaner inns, and he went there now. As soon as they were installed in the room, Joshua called for a bath.
Jenny slept through the entire process until then. Joshua added some calming herbs to the hot water and woke her up. She was soon in the tub. He let her be for awhile, only returning to help her wash her hair and back.
Jenny drifted off several times. Joshua helped her dry herself and prepare for bed, putting a healing balm on her feet. Despite the blisters, her feet were so ticklish that she giggled and squirmed. How he wanted her! Yet, he kept himself in check.
Joshua was too big to sit in the tub, so all he could do was stand in it, using a bucket to scoop the water over himself. He used cold water for his bath. It didn’t help.
Joshua’s time for the rest of the week was divided between helping to rebuild the temple, comforting the survivors, and training Jenny how to properly conduct herself. At the end of that week Jenny snapped at him one day; “Why don’t I just lock myself in a tower?”
“Woman, you are the most stubborn creature.” He replied. “When we’re wed.....”
“And who says I want to marry you?!” Jenny interrupted. “First you don’t speak to me for days, then suddenly you decide we’re going to get married. You still haven’t told me how the hell I was able to get that poison out of you, or why I’m here, or why I dreamed about you for so long..... All you do is tell me what to do, how to act. And if you don’t stop staring at my feet I’m going to scream!”
Joshua was indeed staring at her feet. He had seen them many times, but today he couldn’t stop looking. They were finally healed up. Now he drank in the beauty of them. They were short and wide, like the rest of Jenny. The toes were stubby. He licked his lips at the thought of them in his mouth. He stroked his chin, feeling the new beard growth. Sitting down on the bed, Joshua grabbed both Jenny’s ankles in one of his hands.
“I don’t understand any of what’s going on.” Joshua said even as he began to drag his fingers of his free hand over both of Jenny’s buttery soft soles. “Other then what I was told by a goddess.”
Joshua tickled her for a little bit longer, watching her squirm, listening to her laugh, her futile attempts to pull his hands away. Then he stopped and let Jenny catch her breath. “Tell me what happened before you came here. All of it.”
So Jenny told. She told about the dreams of him. About how she was treated by her family. The search for her roots. She told about the seizures - the ones she lived in fear of every day since coming here and yet to her surprise she didn’t have. Finally she told about the trunks and her discovery.
It all fell together at that point. Joshua explained what he had figured out; “Your family converted because of fear - and chose to hide the fact that they had ever been Jews. I’m not sure about all the other, except that the gods and goddesses no doubt manipulated things so you would be born. They specially bred you for me. I hate that part, that you were given no choice.”
He continued. “The seizures weren’t that at all, but simply the ability bred into your body trying to draw you back to this time and place. The fact that you had no free will, that you were never given the chance to choose what you wanted out of life angers me. But I can’t say I’m unhappy that you’re here.”
“I’m not unhappy either. I hardly miss my world.” Jenny wiggled her toes. “And for the first time I don’t feel lonely. I’m just angry because you didn’t tell me anything.” She then grew pensive. “But - even though I know those men were bad, it still disturbed me to see them killed. I’ve never seen someone die by violence before.”
Letting go of her feet, Joshua gathered her close and kissed her forehead, stroking her hair as she finally let go of what she had been holding back. All that fear, shock and disgust. She hadn’t told him about the nightmares, but he knew.
“I want you,” he said kissing her hair, then tilting her head back so he could catch her lips. “I want you in more ways then one. I want you as my wife, as mother to my children. I want you - squirming and laughing beneath me.”
Jennifer blushed and tried to slip free, but Joshua slipped one finger of each hand into her armpits and soon had her squirming and laughing just like he dreamed of. She was so touchy that it didn’t take long to have her too weak from laughter to fight back. His fingers found their way behind one ear while his other fingers began to untie he dress. Then he tickled the other ear as he slipped the dress down her shoulders.
The feelings from being tickled were - overwhelming. Jennifer felt waves of lust, helpless desire, and a bit of fear all tumbled together. It felt so wrong and yet so right. When his tickling fingers moved from her ears to her neck she longed for him to stop, and yet wanted him to keep going.
Jenny was not experienced at all when it came to men. They had never shown interest in her. In fact, the only reason her hymen was ruptured at all was because during her very first exam the gynecologist refused to believe that an 18 year old was a virgin. He was soon proven wrong.
So when Joshua began to tickle her breasts, Jennifer jumped back and slammed into the wall behind her. He paused for a bit, then wrapped one of his arms around her, pinning one arm against his body, the other he held firmly.
“You’re not getting away from me, woman.” He growled and began to ravish her breasts with tickles. Leaving no part untouched. When he found out how ticklish her nipples were he kept tickling them until she thought she’d go insane.
His lips found the right side of her neck and he began to tickle torture her there with his lips, tongue, and newly grown in beard. Her laughter soon grew so frenzied that she thought she was going mad.
He kept her so off balance that she didn’t know he had her completely nude until he began to tickle her ribs and belly. She wanted him RIGHT NOW.
He wanted her too. Yet he wasn’t nearly through with her.
“I’m going to tickle you until you not only agree to marry me,” he said as he used his lips to tickle her ear. “But until you forget every bad thing that ever was said to you, done to you, every evil you ever saw. God, you beautiful, stubborn woman, I love you.”
He pinned her down to the bed with one hand between her massive breasts. His lips found her belly button. His tongue playing with it the way he planned to play with other parts of her.
Jennifer stopped actually thinking after that. Everything was just sensations. His lips around one nipple, then the other. His tongue inside her open, laughing mouth as he tickled her ribs. Then he was moving lower. Each leg was tickled from hip to ankle. Only her feet were left untouched. She wanted him so badly, but didn’t have the energy to try and tell him. All she could do was laugh and feel the insane arousal he inspired in her.
When Jenny was too weary to squirm; when her entire body from ear to ankle had been tickled pink, Joshua finally took her feet in hand.
“No.....” Jenny whimpered. She wanted him to stop the tickling and just screw her. Shove himself deep inside her.
Joshua just grinned wickedly and began right between her toes. Jenny threw back her head and laughed, but she was too weak from the prior tickling and her own lust to fight back against him. When his fingers found her soles, she nearly fainted. He tickled the sides, the heels, the balls, and the arches with his giant fingers. She laughed until tears streaked her face. Her groin pulsated with need.
And he was ready to satisfy. He swung her legs over either shoulder. Joshua was tickling her hips with his hands while his mouth sought Jenny out. Her clit was so ready for him. He barely needed to touch it before she was screaming in orgasm.
Joshua kept working at it with lips and tongue while Jenny screamed out his name over and over again. He pulled back and for awhile treated her feet to a tongue and lip tickling.
Then he was over her. “You’re mine, promised to me, created for me. I will protect you, love you forever.”
Jenny tried to say she loved him too, but her lips were too tired. She couldn’t form the words.
Joshua kissed her. “You don’t have to say it, I see it in your eyes.”
Everything about Joshua was massive. Including his shaft. Jenny gasped and tensed, afraid that she wasn’t big enough to hold him inside her, yet she was lubricated enough that he slid in easily. It only took a bit of neck tickling to relax her enough to accept him fully.
Joshua kept up the tickling though, burying his face in her throat to tickle Jenny with his mouth again. One hand ran up and down her side while the other held most of his weight off of her. She was so helpless beneath him, yet felt so safe and secure that she came under him rapidly, time after time in just minutes, laughing and squirming throughout.
Then, with a shout that rattled the roof, Joshua came, nearly falling on top of Jenny. He stopped his fall at the last second.
Never had Joshua been with a woman who left him so sated. However, he chuckled and dragged his finger around her belly button. “From now on, I think you better be on top, my dear. You leave me weak kneed.”
Jenny couldn’t speak. She was just too worn out. Too sated and replete. Her dream warrior, the man who had haunted her for so long, was with her in the flesh.
A few weeks later, they were married in the newly restored temple. Some would later claim that they saw the gods and goddesses themselves there at the ceremony.
Here in this place where not that long ago malevolent evil and death had prevailed, they saw the beginning of two new lives. Well, three, but no one but those from above knew that.
There were gifts of all types for the new couple. Some for them both, some just for one or the other. Some of those attending had journeyed many days to get there. There were many, many communities that owed debts of gratitude to Joshua.
One of the gift givers was an old man with the swarthy skin of a Levantine, flowing white hair and a full white beard. This man’s gift was a sword as massive as Joshua’s own, and much more finely made.
Joshua’s old sword was a convex-ground bar with indifferently sharp edges, doing it’s work of destruction by sheer mass and velocity. This new one was an elegant, beautiful blade.
Equally long and a bit wider, it was a quadruply hollow ground diamond in cross section, which gave the weapon razor edges and a needle sharp point. The first few practice swings revealed that it was perfectly balanced, and worked like an extension of his hand. It felt as if those bright, impossibly keen edges could cut the very wind and make it bleed!
The old sword had been a plain, workmanlike tool of combat in an unadorned leather scabbard. This one was embellished with engraving and inlay of gold and jewels on blade, crossguard and pommel. The sheath was a fitted covering of gold washed steel, with steel mesh straps that allowed it to be worn either at the hip or over the shoulder. Those straps were attached with heavy duty steel swivel mounts. It was a gift fit for an emperor, only no emperor ever born could have so much as lifted it, let alone wielded it in battle.
As Joshua looked the gift giver in the eyes, he gasped. Only a wink from the ‘old man’ kept the giant warrior from falling to his knees as he recognized this ultimate of Heavenly Beings.
“What?” The God Of Gods whispered with a slight smile. “You think I’m going to let you risk yourself with an ordinary weapon? You still have a lot of work to do for Me and the others, Joshua, and a young wife and soon children to protect as well. I expect you to bring that sword great honor. It contains a living warrior soul. Use it well and honorably, and it will be loyal to you alone. It will fight for you when your arm is too weary to move. It will never consent to serve any foe of yours.”
He then glanced at Joshua’s beaming bride. “I do good work, don’t I?” With another wink, he leaned forward and whispered even more softly, “And to think, you haven’t even found her most ticklish spot yet.”
Coming up beside her husband, the former modern day woman smiled at the old man. She didn’t recognize him herself, but that was probably because she only had eyes for her warrior husband.
“Someone,” she whispered to him, “just gave me a big box full of feathers. Now what sort of use could I have for that?”
Then the venerable elder nodded at Jenny, turned with a smile and walked away. Each stride seemed to cover twice the distance of the one before it. In seconds, he had vanished over the far horizon.
The old man now gone, Joshua smiled at his bride and whispered back, “I can think of a few.... in fact, I can think of many.”
~~ The End ~~
...you two collaborate so well together..fantastic descriptions..loved the time travel thingie..
