Dawn (In the Beginning)

Adam

One afternoon Nala sits next to her mate near the crystal clear pool. She is daydreaming about her baby, wishing it was to be born sooner. She has another season before it will come. As she closes her eyes a pain grips her and she lets out a cry of surprise. She sits up and stares at her stomach. Her mate opens his eyes and gives her a questioning stare before reaching up to pull her back against him. His monstrous penis is already becoming hard again and he had only just pounded into her minutes ago, her face pressed into the fresh grass and her tiny, perfect bottom lifted high to allow him access. He had raised her up from behind, lifting her knees off the ground and all but split her in half, but he already wanted more.

His huge hand reached between her legs to feel for her soft, warm lips and just as he started to slip a finger inside her, she let out a howl and warm water gushed, drenching his arm nearly to the elbow. He froze and they looked at each other in horror, both mirroring the other's horrified expression of guilt. They had mated with each other almost non-stop since discovering that she was with child and now the baby was coming too early!

Nala began to sob as pain wracked her tiny frame. Her mate laid her back on the soft grass with its blanket of fresh, fallen leaves from the fruit trees above. He stood and took his own fur down to the edge of the pool to rinse it as clean as he could get it. He knew the baby would have to die, but he didn't want to lose his precious mate to infection on top of it.

Nala sat forward, bearing down with each incredibly intense contraction. She was so tiny, her hips barely spanning one of her mate's hands. He knelt beside her, praying the defective infant was not too large to pass through her canal. He looked down at his now flaccid penis. When it was hard it was larger than his fist. She could stretch to accommodate that, but how much larger was the head of an infant? The babies he had seen at birth had heads twice and sometimes three times the size of his fist. Or his erect penis. He puzzled as he watched her small opening begin to stretch and his eyes widened at the sight of the child's head crowning.

The males of the clan very rarely attended child birth. It was something left to the females. He hadn't ever been present during the event, not even for his first mate's birthing of her son. He scooted around so that he was facing her wide-open legs and reached his freshly scrubbed hands down just as the child's entire head came through with a pop. He cupped the head in one hand and gave a gentle tug with the other, easing the rest of the body from the womb of his mother.

She collapsed back on the soft grass, sobbing as he just stared down at the tiny, pale baby boy he held, cupped in his hands. The head rolled around and he had to cradle it to keep it from dangling, loose, from its neck. He bent over to bite through the cord, severing the tiny infant's bond to his exhausted mate. The baby drew a deep breath and then let out a hearty howl as it began to cry, angrily.

He let out a long breath and stood up, wrapping the boy in a fur. He started to turn away. Nala released a guttural scream and grabbed at his ankle, digging her nails into his flesh. He held the sickly infant at arm’s length and turned to look down at her hands, puzzled. She was panting, trying to catch her breath as she reached her arms up toward him.

He looked from her to the baby and then back again. She wanted him to give her the boy. His mind tried to grasp the situation, but it was slow going. He was required by tradition to end the weak child's life with mercy. It was their way. He was the clan leader. He, of all clan members, did not dare break tradition and allow his mate to hold the useless child. If he did that, it would only make things more difficult for her.

Nala began to struggle, trying to stand. She would fight him to the death if she had to. She wanted her baby. She wanted to ease his frantic cries and soothe him at her breast. Her mate's eyes widened as she fought to stand up and he panicked. If only to stop her hurting herself, he quickly handed her the wailing infant so that she would lie back down and not bleed to death before his eyes.

Nala fell back, her infant son clutched to her chest. Tears streamed down her face as she brought him to her breast. He latched on instantly and she felt the first tug of his tiny mouth hungrily sucking on her. It was the most satisfying and physically ecstatic sensation she had ever experienced as her baby tugged and pulled, trying to draw out milk. Of course, he wouldn't get any quite yet. It was her first birth and her milk wouldn't release for close to a full pass of the sun, but the child calmed and quieted. His eyes opened and stared straight into hers. They were of the deepest blue, like the ocean waters during a storm. He wore an expression of such intelligence and strength.

She could not imagine this beautiful baby boy being useless and weak. She saw something in his eyes, right then at that moment that she had never seen in any other newborn child's eyes. She wasn't fully comprehending what it was, but what she saw in the serious gaze of her baby boy was the future. He was the future and somehow she grasped this notion and understood it.

She would protect him with her life. He would be the first of a new generation of her people. He was the first man and history would be made by him.

"Adam," she whispered. She tore her gaze away to look up into the big, brown eyes of her mate. "His name. Adam."

(This is a short chapter, but when I wrote the last line, it was so intense I had to stop there. Please, please vote and leave me your thoughts!)