Belonger (An erotic novel): Part One

Belonger

Daniel Six

Copyright 2012 by Daniel
Six

Published at
Smashwords

––
and

far beneath

a woman sleeps

in a
meadow by a
sea,

lost to those who
knew her

once yet near to them
in
dream;

but as
the long night drinks to it the

warm breath at her lip, so the moisture

will condense, and commence to drip…

A humble plant
quivered,
was still for a time. Then, in a
dance of
fragile desires
it
flowered, a novel thing
in a changeless place of black and green
. A
woman slumbering near murmured words unknown.

Later, casting off the seeds of dream, she
woke.

H
er
gaze
swam
at the
revelation of a low-
swept cavern
and she
sat quietly erect,
reflexively twitching a mass of dark hair into
proportion.

From a little pool sunk in
the grass a faint illumination issued, welling up to a pitched
earthen canopy dangling fitful excursions of foliage. Stirred again
by its perfume she
touched
the new flower, lingering on its
dense knit, lost in recall. Finally she
stood and stretched, terminating an age of
anticipation
with
a
valedictory yawn
.

Intrigued by her habitat she
circled the pool twice, then
veered onto a
tangled lawn that shouldered up to the cavern perimeter, a
circumscribing hulk of vaporous stone that was impassable anywhere
she looked.

Bemused, the woman returned
to the water and knelt
to regard her naked
reflection
. Tickling its surface, she sent
tiny ripples questing
to the tousled
shoreline at her knees, intricate boundary of the known. Then,
on
the instant of some conviction, she dove
unto her venturesome
silhouette.

Swept by momentum
down
a
narrow,
veering passage, she drifted toward a rounded breach, its lip
softly fissured.

Emerging deep
within a flooded basin she halted, overwhelmed by
the sudden proliferation of distance and detail. The surface high
above was
backlit to a refulgent sheen that
filtered down the intervening densities to an all-permeating
saturated green radiance
, and the stony
margin was riddled with fractured shelves switching crazily to
blackness beneath. Her gaze followed to an abyssal sink, a place
beyond reckoning or reclaim. She was perfectly, imitatively still
for one measureless quiet in the pulse, then her arms flared for
ascent.

But
an errant
glance
distinguished
another person nearby,
lodged precariously on a scowling extrusion of rock, dressed only
in shadow. T
he woman hesitated, wondering
at this drowned apparition, then swam over to haul on an exposed
limb, stroking hard for elevation.

She halted after a brief
effort and turned to discover two figures awkwardly in
tow
, holding hands with a tranquil,
finger-braided implacability.

The woman paused, gauging
the waterline far above. She blinked and softly
relinquished her
grip
.

The others
drifted for a timeless, yearning instant, then
succumbed to a final journey down, weighted by an untold futility,
eyes darkening
on a
guessless
dominion.

A moment later they were
struck from below by
the woman’s hurtling
reascension
, borne
by her will up to a new awakening, in air and
light...

Meeting

“
No!” Ione screamed,
flailing for equilibrium. She staggered to her
feet, whirling insensibly. “Don’t let them–

Her voice faltered, fell
raggedly silent as she beheld a menacingly desolate cavern, starkly
rendered to a greenish visibility from somewhere far down its
shifting extent. Next to her
Emma
spat a mouthful of water,
flung her
blond locks
back.

“
What’s
happening
?”
the
smaller woman quavered, lurching erect. “Where are we?”

“
I don’t know! But they were
going to–

“
No…” Emma gasped,
remembering. Her eyes lost focus, blanked by a terrifying, tidal
alienation.

Ione keened in despair as her mind was
raveled to the innermost refuge of self by an apocalyptic
afterimage of the final scene. “Emma!” she piteously implored.

They stiffened, stumbling together in blind
stupefaction as their fragile new identities wavered. The past and
present uncoupled to an impossibly dualized reality, and for the
space of a single, ghastly breath they lost all differentiability
from one another.

Then their sopping, sobbing confusion
forcibly reestablished independence. For a time there was no sound
but a clenched synchronicity of breath as they huddled miserably in
a mutual embrace.

“
So what were they gonna
do?” a third woman inquired, voice modulated by a mixture of
curiosity and concern.

They twisted to
discover
another figure nearby in the gloom
regarding them with interest. Water issued from a tumult of black
hair at her shoulders, sluiced off rampant breasts down
to…

Ione blinked in astonishment
at the stranger’s groin, gaze rising belatedly to halt at
the slight inclination needed to make eye
contact
. She faced
a
rare woman, taller than
herself.

“
Who are you?” she demanded,
wincing at the squelched triviality of her voice.

“
Manassa,” the stranger
gamely
supplied in a
whimsical contralto stilted by some recent, evidently
strenuous exertion. Ione scanned the cavern about them, kept
talking to occupy her fear.

“
I am
Ione,”
she
stated
, carefully conveying
three distinct syllables
,
“
e
ye-
o
h-
k
nee”
.
Abruptly conscious of
her
dripping bosom she moved to cross her arms,
abandoned the gesture half-way. “That’s Emma,” she added, nodding
minimally toward her partner, who was staring raptly at Manassa’s
crotch.

The little blond started, looked off in
embarrassment. “Hey…” she whispered, fidgeting on a humid carpet of
grass.

Their introductions fell
silent as they
solemnly appraised
a massive subterranean chamber, lit by a faraway
gleam that reduced its knuckled turf to jumbled lineaments of
shadow and verdancy.

“
Where’s the
bed
?
” Emma
wondered, eyes narrowing in surprise.

“
Bed?”
Manassa
wrung her hair, absently
sprinkling them all.

“
Yeah. We were all in bed
together…” Emma
trailed off in bemusement,
unable to resolve the memory.

Ione turned to the stranger. “How did we get
here?”

Manassa gestured
to the shadowy basin at their
back
,
still faintly
roiled by their emergence. “Found you in there.”
The cavern grew
elaborately quiet as their softly reverberating conversation
lapsed again.

The confusion of awakening threatened to
return and Emma fearfully retreated from thought, simply watched
the other women to divert her apprehension.

Ione
’s
fleet and elegant physique was
embellished
only
by
a slight surplus of
rump
, to which her fine brown hair plunged
in a fretful curtain. Far surpassing Emma’s fleshier form in
stature, she was a commanding presence even in silhouette, tautly
poised on beautifully tapered legs to exploit a customary advantage
of altitude.

Next to her,
Manassa’s
black
tresses
tumbled
down narrow shoulders
and lithe arms
to tickle a voluptuously broad bosom. From there her
figure
swept
wide
to
m
assive
t
highs that
expressed
the strength of flowing
wood, and
her great
rounded calves
were
planted with an authority
that visibly conveyed up
the
long line of her body. Slightly taller than Ione,
she bore herself with a loose, unselfconscious readiness that
subtly diverted the eye to her great middle mass.

And there, the feature
of
her anatomy
that
captivated Emma was
her
utterly
hairless
vagina.
Emma had never witnessed such a powerful image of
femininity, covertly studied the smooth folds of the huge woman’s
vulva and the thick clitoris between, roused to pink
prominence.

“
How did you drown?”
Manassa
was looking about
curiously.

“
We don’t know,” Ione
hesitantly supplied, warning Emma to silence with a narrow look
before turning to survey the unlit reaches of the cavern.
“Are there skulks around?
”

“
Skulk
s
?” Manassa echoed.

“
M
en
that
lurk
in places
like this,” Ione explained, surprised at her ignorance of something
so basic.
She
sighted
down the visible extent of the
chamber to a
jade glow emanating from afar
that touched grassy inflections of earth, glinted down a silent
planarity of water to their right, sinuously pacing the only
obvious means onward.

“
You know this
place
,” she decided.

Manassa shook her head. “Nope.”

“
Well, was anyone else here
before we… woke up?” Ione pressed.

“
Huh-uh.”

“
So this is all unfamiliar
to you?”

Manassa nodded without hesitation, untroubled
by this dubious accounting of circumstance.

Ione regarded her skeptically, then turned
away, brooding on uncertainties.

Emma felt the alienation of her broken
history circle again, threatening to overwhelm the bare realities
of the present. Stepping close to her lover she pushed for a quick
resolution.

“
Whatever’s going on
I
don’t wanna hang around here talking
about it,
Ione
.”

Manassa nodded to the
reasonableness of this, and
Ione
reflexively employed this new solidarity to assert
herself.

“
Yes. I agree. We need to
find somewhere
safe. Figure out what’s
going on
.” With a last, unhappy glance to
the dim lake behind them, she
strode
decisively in the other direction.

Emma glanced up to Manassa, received her
quizzical expression as a form of agreement, and they followed
together.

Ione
pick
ed
her way
along at a careful but unlingering pace, silent and encouraging of
the same by the functional set of her shoulders. Behind her, Emma
cultivated a loose state of alarm, keeping near Manassa as they
clambered about disheveled slopes of sweating foliage, splashed
through winking, webworked puddles
,
skirted dark pools steeped in mystery. The channel
of water advancing along the right side of the winding cavernway
grew steadily broader, and after a while Emma decided it was moving
slowly in their direction of travel. She remained watchful for any
evidence of men where shadowy declinations of turf could hide
them.