Transsexual Savage

“I like you,” John said to her. “I like you,” he repeated and poked her right cheek with a finger. She didn’t understand him but smiled and said something back to him in her own language before she kissed him. Then, they both lied down and fell asleep. They were spooning with Eli as the little spoon.

When he woke up, it was late afternoon. Eli was gone, along with her clothes and her pouch of oil. He had been so stupid! This was probably just a trick young, savage women would do to men to steal their possessions during their sleep. He checked his belongings, but nothing was missing.
Had she been real? Or had the gods sent her as a tool to test his faith? In that case, he had failed miserably by doing all those unnatural things to her. John started crying. He had been unhappy for the longest time, never being able to fit in anywhere. And when he joined with Eli, he had felt a happiness that he hadn’t felt before, and now she was gone. He had hoped to get to know this girl. Maybe he could even have civilized her and taught her how the world worked? John thought of her perfect body, her big, round, firm breasts and her nice little cock. His own cock got hard again, and he pleasured himself. Then he felt nothing but shame for his unnatural, lustful urges. Why did it have to be like this? Why wasn’t he allowed to be happy? Why had Eli left him? And how come the gods got to decide what is right and wrong? He remembered what the temple leaders had told him about the All-father’s eternal punishments in the afterlife for sexual deviancy. How could something feel so good but be so wrong? Was he a bad person for having feelings for Eli? Was he forever damned to hell now?

He was cold. He put on his clothes, packed up his gear and started following the path again towards Fort Winston. He could still walk an hour at least before nightfall. As the last hope of ever seeing Eli again or ever be happy again left him, he headed off towards Fort Winston as the sun was setting and it got darker and darker around him.

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