Ouroboros

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Ana giggled at Xan's pussy comment - despite the crudeness, it created a warmth in her belly, both of desire for him and a feeling of being both desired and cared for.

She wasn't particularly surprised when the family who had put them up the night before wasn't willing to take them in again. It was a bit disappointing, but Ana couldn't blame them. She and Xan took to the road again. This time, every little noise made her jump and search around for approaching troops. It would be dangerous to encounter any from either side. Their own people probably considered them deserters at this point.

As they walked through the countryside on what was quite a lovely day, Ana asked, "Will you tell me another story of our previous loves?"

 

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Xan nodded, "Yes, I can."

They walked along the road, just out of sight of it, and said, "The last time I saw you was nearly eighty years ago. You were an officer's wife. Your husband was in the northern army and you followed him to the field after a battle where the northern losses were severe."

They moved a little further from the road, Xan keeping an eye out for a place they could stay the night at, hopefully out of the elements. "I was a soldier for the other side. I had served under General Lee when the union was together, and followed him when he went to serve the South. We met while I was a prisoner of war."

He glanced over at her with a lopsided grin, "Needless to say our relationship that time was doomed at the start. Your husband ran us both through with his saber when he finally caught us."

 

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Ana frowned faintly. She couldn't imagine what it had to be like, being already married and meeting the love of your life. Part of her was glad she hadn't regained those particularly bittersweet memories. "Why didn't we leave?" she asked, baffled. They'd deserted this time to escape the wrath of her father. Why wouldnt they have done so that time?

Before Xan could answer, though, another question came to mind. "Does it happen often? My being married before we finally encounter one another, I mean."

 

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Xan gave her a smile and responded, "Nearly every time. You should remember that until recently most females had their wedding arranged for them by their 10th or 11th birthday and by the onset of puberty they were living with their husbands. "

Xan allowed Ana to mull that over for a time then continued, "Our first life was very similar. You were the wife of a politician and stumbled upon me. Not long there after we were having an affair."

He trailed his hand along her spine until he got to her ass which he cupped and squeezed. "In essence our fate is to re live our affair over and over."

 

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Ana made a face, clearly finding the idea of an arranged marriage unpleasant. "Well, I'm glad that we don't have to worry about that this time. Though, if such arranged marriages were still acceptable, I have no doubt my father would have been quite ecstatic at the idea of marrying me off to a man of his choice."

She was still intensely curious about her past lives. She spent much of the day asking Xan about their history, learning much about herself in the process. She learned that she kept certain ticks and habits across all of her lives, that her personality only ever changed so much - the manner in which she grew up mattered a lot, but she seemed to have the same nature across all of her different selves. She learned that Xan usually knew her by touch, and that she seemed able to be reborn anywhere in the world.

It was coming on evening when they found a small village, mostly destroyed and entirely abandoned in the fighting. There was a house near the edge of the village which was mostly intact, and seemed the most promising for a comfortable night. Most of the furniture was missing, likely stolen by looters, but there was still a bed in the master bedroom, too large to be carted off the way everything else had been, and Ana found some sheets and a blanket to use. She had the bed made after only a minute or two, and then crawled under the blankets, holding her arms out to Xan in an invitation for him to come join her.

 

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Xan looked at her a moment then slowly began stripping. First his shirt came off his muscles rippling with the simple movement as he tossed it aside. He stood and loosened his trousers, letting them fall to his ankles; his hardening cock holding the trousers for half a beat.

Stepping out of them he spread his legs, allowing his balls to swing freely between his legs. His eyes ran over her body, covered by the moth eaten blanket.

His voice was low and husky as he whispered, "Strip."

 

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Ana watched, mesmerized, as Xan stripped before her, his body becoming slowly visible before her. Her lips parted as her breathing grew heavy, her eyes growing wide.

Then, naked in front of her, he commanded her to strip. She couldn't take her eyes off of him. She shifted until she was kneeling before him on the bed. Keeping her eyes locked to his, she slipped off her shirt, then her bra. She pushed the waistband of her pants down, catching her panties on the way, and slipped them off.

Her body had grown flush with heat and desire. Her chest was heaving, her pupils dialated, her cheeks and chest pink and warm. She moved forward to the foot of the bed. Kneeling on the bed as she was, she was nearly at eye level with him. She reached for him, her hands grasping Xan's shoulders. She pulled him gently towards him and kissed him. Softly at first, then with greater passion as she pressed her body hard against his.

 

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Xan's tongue fired into Ana's mouth, plumbing its depths. His hand felt down to her ass and he pulled her tight against him. His hard cock was caught between their bodies her skin warming his cock.

His hands massaged her ass, spreading it wide, then mashing the cheeks back together. "I am going to make a woman of you tonight," he whispered into her mouth.

He lifted her off the bed and set her on her knees on the floor. "Take me into your mouth," he whispered.

 

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Ana looked up at Xan from the floor. She licked her lips, a broad smile crossing her face. Her gaze slid down to his hard cock and she looked at him with desire in her eyes. There was no hesitation, no tentative licking this time. She shut her eyes and immediately took him deep into her mouth. She wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock and stroked what she couldn't fit into her mouth. She lapped vigorously at him, the tip of her tongue swiping over those parts she knew she enjoyed particularly.

She could feel warmth gathering in her pussy, making her squirm. One of her hands slid down her belly, stroking gently at her clit, making her moan over his cock while she sucked.

 

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Xan shuddered as Ana's pleasured moan vibrated through his body. The smell of her heated sex began to fill the room as she continued to suckle his cock and fondle her own clit. His ardent need grew and grew as she appeared to try to suck his brains out through his cock. As her tongue pressed against his most sensitive spot, Xan ' s knees buckled and forced him to grab for the bed to keep from collapsing in a heap.

With an animalistic growl Xan grabbed a handful of hair and extricated his cock from her mouth. Once he did so, Xan pulled Ana up from the floor and spun her to face the bed. "Bend over, damn it," he growled.

As Ana complied he grabbed her ass with both hands and spread her cheeks wide. Looking down he could see the moisture collecting on her lips. Licking his own lips, Xan began massaging her labia with his thumbs, spreading it wide, pushing it together only to repeat it all over again.

He pressed his hips forward slightly, forcing his cock ' s head into her slit. He could feel Ana's growing heat, and swore he felt her shudder as the head slid past the opening he had every intention to fill beyond its capacity. Rolling on his feet Xan continued to drag his cock up and down along Ana's super slick slit.

 

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Ana whimpered as Xan pressed his cock head against her slit. It was hot and hard, and she wanted him deeper. She grasped the blanket tight in her hands, squeezing her eyes shut, and wiggled her hips against him. She pressed herself back, seeking to push him a little further inside. He was large enough to stretch her to the brink, but her desire was overwhelming any fear of the pain it might cause. All she wanted was to be filled.

"Xan," she moaned spreading her legs wider, "please, oh god, I need you..."

 

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Xan grabbed the base of his cock and slapped up aiming for Ana's clit. The first shot was rewarded with a gasp followed quickly by a low primal moan. He then rubbed it up and down her slit coaxing as much of her juices onto his staff as possible. He ran his hand up and down his length twisting his fist as he did to ensure an even coating.

He repeated the whole process, all the while Ana wiggled and pressed back trying to get him to enter her. All the while his left hand gripped her hip controlling her movements somewhat.

He saw her juices running down her thighs and he smiled at the sight. His cock glistened as much as her legs did. Holding the base he pressed the head of his cock against her opening which was guarded by the remnants of her hymen.

"On five I will enter you," he said in a low growl.

"One," His hands clasped her hips.

"Two," he dribbled a little saliva down the crack of her ass to help lubricate him.

"Three," he squeezed his hands spreading her ass cheeks wider.

"Four," Xan slammed his cock home tearing through her hymen until his balls rested against her.

 

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Ana cried out in pain as her hymen tore on entry. She stopped moving, taking deep gasping breaths as her body tried to accommodate the sudden intrusion. It was very strange, she way the sensations of pain and pleasure fought for her attention.

Some part of her mind recognized that, despite how desperately he seemed to desire her, Xan wasn't moving, giving her the chance to adjust to his size. She was grateful for it - his consideration was quite sweet, all things considered.

Soon, though, the pleasure started to overtake the pain, and she pushed her hips experimentally back against him, shifting slightly from side to side. The feeling of his cock moving even so slightly inside her made her gasp abruptly. She moaned, grinding harder back against him. She didn't know what to say, how to tell him that she wanted him to thrust into her over and over again. "Xan," she moaned, looking back at him over her shoulder with lust in her gaze. "Take me, please..."

 

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Xan stood motionless waiting, feeling her pussy clamp around and rebel from his cock as he stood there. Her scream of pain was not a shock, he had heard it so many times in so many of her different bodies through the years.

After a couple minutes she began wiggling around testing the sensations she was feeling. To him it was as if she had a hand wrapped around her sheath and his sword. Touching stroking experimenting.

Then he began to take her. Slow methodical strokes to start and as hee hips began firing back toward him he began stroking into her harder and harder until his hips were firing back and forth so hard his balls slapped first her clit and then his ass.

His knuckles turned white as he shoved her forward only to yank her back as he fired forward increasing the depth and power of impact. Time and again the head of his cock slammed into her cervix trying to blow through it as if it were a second hymen.

 

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Ana was in paradise. She could never have imagined this intensity of pleasure as Xan pumped in and out of her, gripping her hips tight as he slammed into her. She had lost any sense of embarrassment and cried out each time he filled her to the brink. What did it matter how loud she was? There was no one to hear her for miles.

She could feel his balls slapping her clit as he fucked her hard, drawing a moan each time. Her hand slipped down her body underneath her and she caught her clit between her fingers. She hadn't realized how exposed it left her - her fingers on either side of her hood, accidentally pulling it back as her outer lips parted. Xan's balls slapped against it again and this time she saw stars. She started rubbing vigorously, gasping and moaning, her voice growing hoarse as she started to climb toward her edge.

She tried to say something, to tell him what was about to happen, but she couldn't form any coherent sentences. She simply cried out with pleasure with each thrust, her slippery pussy clamping down harder and harder each time his balls hit her clit. She was nearly sobbing with the intensity of it, and Xan only drove harder against her as she peaked.

She screamed, her whole body shuddering and writhing as her orgasm roared through her body. Her legs gave out entirely, but Xan was holding her hips hard enough that she couldn't collapse - instead he simply keeping pistoning in and out, harder than ever, prolonging and driving her orgasm higher and higher. She was totally lost to it, her hips bucking of their own accord each time his balls, now completely soaked with her juices, slapped against her still-exposed clit.

 

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As Ana screamed in orgasmic bliss; Xan continued pummeling her pussy with his cock. He felt her bobody completely relax and felt a cool spray on his balls and thighs. The ejaculate from Ana renewed with each thrust wetting him thoroughly and streaming down her thighs.

Xan groaned, "Fuck Mary," as he turned her over onto her back. Cupping her knees with his elbows Xan rolled on top of Ana and slowly began stroking his length in and out of her. He looked down at her and lost himself in eyes that housed the woman he had loved for so very long.

 

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Ana was completely limp after her orgasm - when Xan turned her into her back, she moved like a ragdoll before him. She did what she could to help the motion, but her head was swimming and she realized quickly that she was interfering more than helping, so she simply allowed him to move her into place.

He was moving slower now, his gaze capturing hers as he slid in and out of her. Her back arched with the intensity of the sensation every time he buried himself inside her; she was so sensitive after her orgasm. A small, light laugh bubbled up out of her throat at his exclamation of "Fuck Mary," and she struggled to push herself up so she could kiss him quickly. There weren't many men who could get away with calling another woman's name during sex, but Ana suspected that Mary wasn't really another woman at all. Instead, she found her heart skipping with pleasure that she could make him feel so good as to forget which version of her he was with.

She was going to say something, but his position shifted ever so slightly and his cock head started to scrape past a spot inside her that made her stop breathing momentarily. She pressed hard into the bed, lifting her hips up to meet his with each thrust. She tilted her head back, baring her throat to him. "Oh, Xan, yes!"

 

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Xan changed the angle of his thrusts, ensuring his cock head pushed against the upper wall of her vagina, scraping across her g-spot with each stroke. His eyes bore into hers, digging for the depths that he knew were deep inside her, hoping they would bubble to the surface.

His lower body was soaked in her orgasmic discharge and it cooled on his skin a stark contrast to the heat that threatened to melt his cock off at the base. Long slow thrusts in and out of Ana allowed Xan to pace himself. He was in no hurry to cum, and he knew that when he did, he would fill her womb with his inert seed.

The second downside to immortality was the inability to have his own children. Whenever Ana, Mary, whoever, wanted children they had three options available. Impregnation by another man, adoption, or kidnapping. In times past they had utilized all three options at one time or another, exigent circumstances always ultimately dictating which way they went.

In the here and now however, the slow fuck was working wonders on Ana, and allowed Xan to calm down somewhat from the earlier pounding he had administered to her.

This was methodical. He screwed her to the edge of orgasm only to change pace or angle, or if needed both, to keep her from completion. He kept looking into her eyes and said, "Before I am done with you tonight, you won't be able to have sex for days,"

 

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Every time Xan brought Ana to the edge, she began bucking against him with abandon, desperately seeking her release, hoping that this time she would grant her what she needed, but his hands on her hips held her still and he always inevitably slowed, making her nearly sob with need.

He promised that she wouldn't be able to have sex for days, and she certainly believed it. Already her whole body was trembling with the power of the orgasm that was cooking tighter and tighter inside her, never quite able to snap. "Xan," she whimpered, tossing her head back and forth. "Please, please I need it, I can't take it!" She was begging him and they both knew it, but she didn't care. She was utterly lost to the fire that was consuming her. She didn't even know where they were anymore. France? Jamaica? Italy? China? Who could say? She didn't know who she was anymore. Ana? Mary? Domita? Trixie? Or maybe all of them at once?

Any capacity for coherent thought was lost. There were just two souls and the physical expression of a love that spanned nearly two thousand years.

 

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The sound of Ana begging for release drove Xan closer and closer to his own orgasm. He fought to control himself, he had made a promise and he intended to deliver on it.

Images of the German trying to rape her cooled Xan ' s blood somewhat; allowing him to regain control of his own penis again.

He threaded a hand between their hips and forced a thumb onto her clit. As Xan battered forward hus thumb wad thrust solidly against her clit, eliciting fevered moans from Ana.

"Look at me," he commanded. When her eyes fluttered open, Xan began to violently fire his hips forward with all the power he could muster. The sound of flesh slapping flesh filled their consciousness' (?) As hips and balls slammed into Ana driven with the near maniacal love he had for her.

As his orgasm approached, he allowed Ana to cum, and with a roar yelled, "NOW," as his cock fired volley after volley of his white hot semen deep into her.

 

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Ana was crying out with every thrust, her body arching and shaking as Xan drove into her again and again, his cock scraping against the tight walls of her pussy, his thumb pressing into her swollen clit.

She could feel him thickening, and between that and his increasingly heavy breathing, knew that he was about to cum. Between that and her desperate striving for orgasm, she crashed hard. She screamed his name, over and over as wave after wave of mind-numbing pleasure pulsed through her body. She bucked and shuddered under him, her eyes rolling up into her head at the intensity. The feeling of his seed splashing into her served only to extend the pleasure, while her skin began to burn white hot everywhere he touched her.

She came down, finally, with Xan collapsed over her, his cock still nestled inside her. As her mind came back, so did her other memories. Her past lives returned in a rush, making her gasp. Her head felt like it was being filled to bursting and beyond, and she squeezed her eyes shut, unable to handle additional visual input to her already over-worked brain.

All of the memories began with orgasm. She felt like she was recalling all of them at once - it seemed they often hit her the same way, with the same waves of pleasure, prolonged by Xan's own orgasm. Then, in each case, the memories diverged. In some, she remained in bed, falling asleep next to her lover. In some, they simply kissed and touched for a few minutes before starting again. In the rest, they spent a little more time together, basking in their shared pleasure, before moving on to whatever else to had to do in that particular life.

After a few minutes, Ana came back to herself and realized that she had buried her face in Xan's neck, inhaling deeply. "You always smell the same..."

 

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Xan laughed, "I hope so. The only one that hops bodies is you."

He ran his hands along her sides from hips to tits. He looked into her eyes and saw her memories coming back. "You rwmember, Mary," he said in Aramaic.

 

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Ana giggled and kissed him thoroughly. "Most women would be offended if you called them by the wrong name while making love," she teased, responding in Aramaic as well.

 

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Xan looked at her, his eyes serious and earnest as he said, "I am calling you by the name I first knew you by."

He caressed her face and said, "You will remember it all in due time."

He pulled her up onto the pillow, whispering, "Sleep."

 

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Ana cuddled close to him, shutting her eyes. She felt better than she had in years. She felt like she was home - it didn't matter that they were in an abandoned and looted house. She was with Xan, and she was starting to remember.

"I think I've remembered most things. I just... I'll need some time to sort through the memories." She sighed contentedly, adjusting her position on him slightly until her head was pillows on his shoulder, and fell quickly asleep.

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Mary... Her name was Mary in her first life. She remembered following a man, not Xan, a man of great honour. A teacher. She remembered being reviled, and he had saved her. "Let he who is without sin cast the first stone..."

She remembered his death. She had loved him deeply - not romantically, but rather as an elder brother. His loss had shaken her deeply. He returned, 3 days later, a grand miracle. And Mary left along with the others to spread word of the miracle.

She met Xan the first time in Greece. They fell for each other quickly, one of the few times they didn't have to hide their love. They were together for nearly ten years before the Romans caught up wth them. They were executed together, after Xan killed more than a dozen of their pursuers.

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Ana woke in tears. They'd cut Xan's throat before they had executed her. At time, neither of them had known that he was immortal, or that she'd be reborn. She had feared losing him forever. The pain of the memory was as fresh as if it were yesterday. She clung to him, burying her face in his neck.

She didn't take long to cry herself out. Once she did, she pushed herself up to look at him, smiling sheepishly. "I'm sorry. I wasn't expecting the memories to be so... fresh."