Chapter 2
In fact I did really belong to the village only after that night. The young girl whom I had immolated, Sanka, came to the house I had rented and lived with me, as my mate. Between sky and sea life flowed by smoothly, and I never tired out of Sanka's presence. Her body was quickly ripening what with my amorous embraces and the ones of the sea where I liked so much to see her naked in the middle of waves.
Sanka was only sixteen but she made amazing progress. Was it that she was driven by a kind of unconscious instinct, was it a natural trend of her, anyway she treated me, day after day, with more charming care. I shall never forget how, when we were sun-bathing in the nude, down a hollow in the downs, she used to take my penis in her hands and to massage it slowly, so slowly and so precisely that its erection seemed to obey her will and depend wholly upon it. She did not yet need elaborate caresses, she was burning with desire almost instantaneously: I had only to put a hand on her. Abruptly, she would recline back revealing her lightly-tanned thighs, and with a smile she would point to her under-belly, enhanced by the brown triangle of her penis hairs. Nestling in the curled bush, her pink slit would quickly open under my greedy hands which hastened to tip erect a delicious little clitoris, quickly brightly red with desire. Then I threw my face on it and took it between my lips while my mistress swooned with long moans. However, most of the time, her back had hardly touched the ground when, with impatient hands, she would seize my prick and direct it toward the gaping hole of her burning cunt inside which they would shove it at once. She submitted my prick to such a harsh suction, issuing from the vigorous, power of her haunches that very soon we were coming together with an enraptured scream. The whole process was very quick but always divine because my mistress'greeness was in itself the best of an aphrodisiac.
When we had come down the bluff, at the end of that memorable night, Sanka, had dressed my wounds with balms and herbs so expertly that all and every marks of my whipping had very quickly disappeared, Moreover, all my pains had vanished in the pleasure I was experiencing and alone remained the feeling of extreme heat and an unquenchable amorous desire. How many times did I screw her during this first night? I don't know. The human strength may sometimes appear quite boundless. I remember our house and the coming of the dawn. Sanka, panting violently, had thrown one leg over my body, ber belly was quivering spasmodically, she had just been again giving and receiving pleasure. Creamy juice was oozing out of her slit and her thighs were encursted witE uneven white spots of dried semen. Her brown bush was still slightly tinted with blood. I put my hand ecstatically to it and I buried my fingers in the middle of the moist and gluey flesh. How warm it felt inside, and soft and deep! The palpitating flesh was widening its mouth, the mixture of her own juice and mine streamed down all over my hand, reached my wrist. The sensation of this seminal fluid on my skin made my blood race faster, reawakened deep inside mean incredible impulse the violence of which overwhelmed me. I screwed her again, plunging my sword up to the hilt. Her convulsively constricted cunt was crushing my penis, tightening around it in so hard a vice-like grip that I thought I would never be able to take it out, but the seminal libations had oiled our genitals lavishly and the eternal rocking was resumed. The violent thrusts of my penis pierced her belly up to her womb and, impaled on my rod, she gripped my haunches while we were quickening our rhythm and racing the ultimate run which would send us screaming up to ihe stars.
We did not invent much during those days. As I have said before, her youth in itself sufficed to satiate me, that and her precious skin and the odour of salt and sun which seemed to coat it. Many are the coves where the sand must have kept the hollow mould of our embraced forms. I was crucifying her under me at all hours, day and night, anywhere. The scent of our love-making wrapped us and everything else sank in our pleasure.
At night, a quieter hour sheltered us. We were lying side by side, naked. There was a minute of total stillness amid the silence which the breaking of the sea over the rocks rhythmed quietly, then my hand moved slowly toward Sanka's body. It ran for some time along her side and, abruptly, stole over her thigh. There, after laying still for a while, it sneaked gently toward her belly and its fingers got entangled in the silky mane. Sanka' breath raced faster. The tout nipples of her breasts quivered, she opened one hand and moved it toward me. I waited for it to reach me and arched suddenly in a feint dodging. My prick was still pointing upward over my balls, and, straining my will-power, I forbade it to stiffen. Sanka's hand ran over my belly, clung to the airs, avoided my genitals and reached my thigh, went around it, crawled to my buttocks, At the same instant, my hand left the soft nest of the curled bush and dropped down the thick lips; then it traveled up again and covered the cunt fully. In the same time Sanka's hand had wriggled its way in the furhow dividing my buttocks and was trying to widen it while the tip of the forefinger was poised at the edge of my anus. My hand, which enclosed her cunt, began to shiver rhythmically with the rising excitement it conveyed to her, soon the lips of her slit were moist and she kept them shut harder and harder. Sanka's forefinger pushed against what I called pleasantly the eyelet, but I constricted it to bar it before relaxing it abruptly while my own forefinger wormed its way inside the big lips and, after skimming along the edge of the cunt went up along the moist flesh to reach the clitoris. Then, Sanka moaned softly and wriggled nearer to me, her warmth was burning my side and her teeth pierced my shoulder. Again, there was a minute of expectation. She had plunged her forefinger and was pushing it inside the darkness of my ass-hole, and I was masturbating her clitoris with hardly sensible little strokes. Out of sheer will, my prick was still laying idle. However, the tumult was rising inside our bellies. Soon, Sanka's lips fluttered madly, she ran them over my chest, over my belly and I arched more tensely to meet them. Abruptly she bent over me and she dropped her mouth over my prick, at last taking it in its damp cavity. Her tongue fluttered over the plan, uncovering it with swift little strokes. And my prich was stif fening, filling her mouth, thumping against her palate and menacing the depth of her throat. Sanka got on top of me, straddling me and, freeing her cunt from my hand, raised her alreadyrenched soft gash up to my mouth. I grasped her clitoris between my greedy lips and we were glued to each other in a sixty-nine, with equally pressed tight mouths, hers around my enormous prick and mine on her tiny clitoris which was gradually springing erect. The suction which her mouth performed heaved and depressed her head alternatively and her taut breasts slapped against my belly: and I enjoyed their twin pressure as well as the idea that my prick was overfilling my mistress' mouth, distending it while her precious saliva was oiling my arm and dripping down to my balls which it cooled a bit in drying. In the same time my nose was nuzzling at her cunt and was inundated with her juice while I nibbled at' it all the way and as far as around the hard little button. Her ass-hole was palpitating exactly at my eyes' level, puckering its delicately brownish ring which, sometimes, opened and revealed a pink moisture. The quicker our tongues were flapping and the quicker the hotness invaded our bodies. I brought her up to the point where, utterly unbriddled, she struggled to swallow the whole of my prick while her dancing hips dubbed and crushed the long hairs of her pussy all over my face. Then, quickly, I threw myself over her, crusified her at once under my body and with one stroke plunged my sword into her belly up to the hilt. Again I paused for a few seconds, to let the jumpy twitchings in her belly take on some kind of a cadence and the pulsations of her cunt subdue slightly, then the back and forth motions of my penis followed the rhythm of her panting breath and I raised my body slightly to take a look at it. My superbly stiff peter got out with a gluey coating, showing its pointed head which the circular round ridge made look like a spear-head, and disclosing at its best its length which widened in the twin purse of the balls. I worked slowly and I surveyed the swallowing up of my prick which I shoved with little strokes into the desire inflamed lips with their net of entangled curled hairs. Sanka bucked up her haunches to meet me and widened the walls of her cunt to ease my entering. I felt that she was wide open and moist, but far from enjoying the softness of her grotto I got my prick out with the same slowness so as to enjoy fully the sight of my prick, coming out littre by little, glistening with the drenching it had just experienced inside the belly which craved for it. When the glan itself was out I did not poise and resumed the reverse motion slipping it again, as slowly as before, into the youthful cunt from which, from time to lime, issued the sound of indrawn air. Fill it up, fiill it up, was I thinking, fill this hole up to the brim, dont let room in it for any other thought but the desire to fuck, go forth and back and lubricate yourself with its desire. Gradually my motion quickened, seemingly in spite of myself, while my strokes shaked her up to her shoulders. I grasped her breasts with greedy hands, kneading them like dough, and she squirmed under me, wriggling her haunches quicker and heaving them to meet me, then she wound her legs around my body and pressed them over my back, a movement which enabled her to squeeze me harder by tightening strongly her cunt around my pumping prick, which thrilled wonderfully inside the ceaselessly constricted narrowness of her grotto. To fuck, to fuck was becoming our one and only thought, our divine obsession. Our tongues writhed in a greedier and greedier kiss, and in the end Sanka was lifted clear from the ground, hanging under me, and, raised on hands and kness I was swinging her back and forth to the increasing rhythm of my screwing. Fuck me, Sanka muttered, fuck me, you must never stop fucking me, all my life I want to cling to your prick, make me come wildly, screw me, pierce my belly, get in all the way my lovely prick, my fucker, my love. Make your gash drop juice, I answered, all the walls of your belly must suck me, all the muscles in your womb must squeeze me, all the long-drawn showers of your drenching desire will bathe me and stream inside us, we will be soaked again and again with your juice and I'll stab you farther and farther. Swing, beautiful, swing, let your hairs excite my balls, let your hidden mouth tighten still more and pump my semen. Fragrance of my pleasure aud of your pleasure, little thing springing out of the night, tiny hole coming out of the remotest past to massage my prick, I love you. Wide swell under my belly, scream in my ears velvet against my balls, I love you. I love you, thrown against me, torn out of your own pleasure, nailed, nailed at the tip of my pric, pinned to me, riveted to me, fastened to me, nailed at the tip of my prick, pinned to me, riveted to me, fastened to me, nailed, nailed to me. With each word she hugged me tighter making me race faster. The bed was reeling, waving to and fro like a frail boat in the ntiddle of a tempest, the rumor of the waves swelled inside us, we felt like flying, we were flying, higher than the top of the mountains and higher yet than the clouds and the stars. We screamed on the verge of Eternity, we struggled on the threshold of heavens and shit to God, shit to the world, shit to all and everyone, hurrah for us, our pleasure increased with our blasphemies, with our screams and our furor. I was supporting our racing on one hand only, with the other I flogged her buttock cheeks, forcing them to stick more closely to me and to tighten their clinging to my body. I slapped her and she glued her body to mine out of mixed rage and pleasure. I beat her harder and she jerked beautifully under my belly, and her furor stormed my balls while her cunt chewed madly on my prick. Eat me up, I screamed, devour me, gulp, swallow my prick. Suck it dry, pump it off! Our fire reached a blazing perfection. All and every atom in our bodies was keen on the furious quest for pleasure, and every muscle too, and every thought. Tmpale me, impale me, yelled sanka. Stab me again, my love, again, farther, all the way up. The bed was sliding under us. the hedsheets were rent ouet my blood trickled from the tearing of her nails, and the burning pain of the wands rose up again in my sides; and I slapped her buttocks harder, and her haunches pounded my belly, and I moaned deliciously while my loins were aflame and my balls boiled riotingly. Oh 1 To hold it, one minute, to enjoy the impending turmoil and the last and highest tension of the blood-gorged tightened vagina around my palpitating, prick To hold it. so as to multiply the intensity of the final burst. Hurrah for youth and fragrance and scream and presence of your skin under my skin and streams of your juice inundatiny my fire with its lava. I arched my back and raised my hody, the tension increased still more, and, in a joint rushing, we shot our wad at the same second, screaming and drenching each other with spunk.
The softness of the July-night surrounded us, the coolness of the sea drifted up to us. We could make love up to a breaking point, there was no urgency of any kind fut our happiness and our youth. Truly the reciprocated pleasure made us tireless, and perhaps was it the making of love itself. Nights and days were but slightly differentiated and melted in a unique duration, that of our embraces.
One day, however, we had climbed the cliff to pay a visit to the place of our first meeting, and I wanted to learn more about that somewhat strange ceremony the more so as experience had since taught me that life in the village was totally devoid of any marked events.
-They say, Sanka told me, that in the old times, ths ceremony was held in honor of ¯very new moon. Now, the custom has been resumed but it dates back only a few years. In fact you took part in a most important one, since it was marking the beginning of Summer.
Scenes were coming back to me. After I had fucked Sanka, she had gone back to the village with me, leading me by the hand, and I had never reflected on the incoming of the ceremony. Had it come to an end with our leaving?
-No, said Sanka. But I do not know what took place later, because I have never watched the sacrifice. It was the first time. The virgins go to it only on the day when they must be devirginized.
I knew that there were no more than two or three hundred inhabitants in the village, so I said jestingly:
-The virgins must be so by, shifts, over there. She looked at me with astonishment :
-Why, no. They use the girls who belong to the village at the beginning of every season. The other times, the lady provides them, at last that is what I have heard related at home, once.
-The lady? What lady?
-The lady of the island.
So far I had never heard that there was an island and I said so.
Sanka pointed to the horizon:
-It is aver there. You need hours in a boat to reach it.
-Did you go there?
-Nobody goes there, never. It is forbidden, and they are afraid.
-They are afraid of what?
-Of the Lady.
-But who is this Lady?
-The one who entered naked.
In a flash, I evoked her whom I had thought to be Beauty incarnated. Her magnificent hair burst in front of my eyes, and the splendor of the curls which emerged a little from under her buttock cheeks.
-Why are they afraid?
-The island is strongly guarded. It is swarming with dogs and armed negroes. The sailors use to say that the ones who go up there never come back.
-Why, who told you that?
-Nobody. I just heard it said.
-And the people in the village put up willingly with all that?
-They have got to... The Lady is very rich, she buys the whole of their sea-fishing, and she pays high prices too. Her own boat brings us everything we need. We have only got not to meddle with her business... She lives in a great big castle in the island.
-Is her island very large?
-No. I don't think so.
-And before?
-Before what?
-Before the Lady?
-I don't know.. The village has always depended on the island.
I did not go further in our conversation, but the same night, I came down to the port and joined the fishers. They welcomed me jestingly:
-Did you enjoy yourself recently? She is beautiful, that Sanka, is not she?
I laughed with them and answered back, and stodd them to many a round of wine. Their confidence increased along with the number of the bottles which were soon crowding the table.
-What is this island one can see from the top of the cliff, I asked at last.
They remained silent for a while. The fishers were looking at each other wonderingly, and an old one told me:
-It is the countess' island. Mona, that's her name. She liked you, did not she? She was the one who pointed to you the other night... You know, you bore it handsomely, old boy!
Why is she the one who chooses?
-She presides over our feasts. She is the one who resumed the old customs. Old Bastian, he is the one you would think he leads the whole show... was very willing that the surtoms be preserved, but this Mona, she is the ®ne who started the whole thing all over again.
-Where does she come from?
-The island belonged to her father before her. But things were not run the way they are now. The old gentleman took care of us but from afar. Now this Mona pays us much higher, but we must Dot interfere with her island.
-Don't you ever go there?
No. She has forbidden it. Dogs and negroes she has in it. We can hear the barking of the dogs when the wind blows from the sea. Ugly beasts, you know... Why, she may do what she pleases, it's her island and none of our business. She pays well.
-Nobody ever goes to pay her a visit?
-Yes. In large boats, people from outside... beautiful yachts, that's how they call them.
-Imagine someone went to her island regardlessy?
-You better not try, son, mind my words!
They .11 looked at me with frightened eyes, and it only spurred my interest more strongly.
-Are you kidding? She cant eat you alive, your countess.
-Nobody knows, 'answered the old one.
And they went, leaving me alone with my mystery.
From now on, I was haunted by a unique idea: to go and see the island and its castle, to discover whet was going on inside it as well as the causes of their fear which seemed to me grossly exaggerated. It was easy to find a spyglass, but though I spent long hours on the cliffs, watching through it, I didn't discover the slightest clue. The only thing I caught a glimpse of was a large white yacht which seemed anchored in front of the island. As to the island itself, I did not reach a more conclusive knowledge but that it was not Very wide. Around two miles, or slightly less. The castle was from nowhere visible but the island appeared very rocky and it could be so that a castle was hidden from the sight at the bottom of a depression.
I did not learn anything out of a map, and I was perfectly aware of the fact that there are a great number of islands which, situated outside the range of the sailing lines, are owned by private landlords and may for ever remain unknown to common people.
I planned and prepared my expedition, ascertaining myself that I could get any time a barge that belonged to Sankas father and that I had fron time to time borrowed him for our sailing along the coast. It would do, in quiet weather, for the trip which after all -in Sanka's own words -would not last more than two hours. My inquisitiveness hid from me all evil forethought, and I ascribed the people's fear to century old superstitions, reasoning inwardly that if the villagers were able to enact so strange ceremonies-for every new moon, it was not unfair to suppose that they could be the prey to idiotic and unaccounted-for awes. Moreover, what was it to be feared, from Beauty!