Where the Shadows Creep
Where the Shadows Creep
Hypothesized and edited by AbleArcher, written by Czarreynard
James' knuckles turned white as they gripped his camera eagerly. They were only a few miles from their destination. This trip, seven years in the making, was finally going to come true. Photographing the Sengra Tribe was truly going to be a step forward in the field of anthropology. He only hoped that they would arrive soon.
"The mosquitoes are vicious out here, aren't they?" said James to his guide, who walked several feet in front of him. The answer to that question was obvious; they were in a jungle, and the jungle is always swarming with terrifying parasites.
The guide, who was a human male, like Jim, nodded his head. "Normally, they feast on Sengra blood, not human. To them, we might as well be cuts of porterhouse steak."
The guide hacked at a tall plant with a machete and marched forward. "It's best not to stand still for too long, unless you like feeding the little buggers."
James nodded and trudged after him. To think that every step brought him closer and closer to taking history-making photographs made his feet feel heavy and his head light. It had been a long four-day trek through the murky swamps and razorgrass fields. But, soon, it would all be worth it. The Sengra were known to be a generous people, they would hopefully give the photographer and his guide a place to rest. Once they reached the village of Tallik, the stronghold of the Sengra tribe, the journey would be complete.
But as James pondered these things, a rustling noise startled him. The guide, obviously more familiar with the area than James, motioned for the photographer to go prone in the tall grass.
"Fra! Lu toma!" a voice cried from above. The guide looked up into the canopy of the jungle's trees, only to be struck in the eye with a bright red arrow. The man dropped to his knees and fell onto his face, dead. James, from his concealment in the grass, looked up to the canopy to see who had fired the deadly projectile.
There, perched happily on a branch, sat a tiger-morph. Despite his high spot, he had not seen James yet. He only stared down at his kill with glee.
"Mukra malen iksha" said the tiger. He jumped down from his perch to inspect the body. As he did so, two more tigers emerged from the thick brush to join him. He kicked the guide's body to confirm his death, and then proceeded to unfasten the watch from around the dead man's wrist.
Bandits! James had been warned frequently before coming here that bands of thieves were always patrolling the jungle in search of missionaries or explorers. The natives here were not entirely wealthy, so bandits often preyed on foreigners. And if they were willing to kill to get their hands on a wristwatch, James was certain that he would be killed if found.
Unfortunately for James, he was destined to. Because he was lying prone, the camera the hung around his neck was being pressed into the ground. James moved to make himself more invisible, but he only succeeded in making the camera snap a picture.
It was more than enough to alert the hunters. The winding of gears made the ears of the tiger trio perk up. "Fra! Coqe mare supa?" James could only assume that he meant "What was that?" The tiger who had killed his guide, obviously the leader of the three, waved his finger around the clearing in an arch, commanding his buddies to do a sweep of the area. It would not be long before they found him.
James found, despite his predicament, that he could not bring himself to stand up and run. Since at least one of the tigers was sporting a bow, that would probably be a poor choice of action. He could only lay still and hope that they would not find him in the tall grass. Through the blades of grass, he tried to track the one closest to his position.
The man, obviously lazier than his fellows, decided to give up half way through his patrol. He was quite apathetic. All he did was scratch his chin and pretend to be looking for the source of the noise. James gave a sigh of relief as the man started to walk away. Luck had decided to spare him today. Or so he thought. James had failed to notice a python that had crawled up on him from behind. As the scaly beast slid over his leg, James gave a scream of fright. Snakes, even more than bandits, downright petrified him.
James got up and in frenzy, tried to shake the snake off him. This made the hunter's wise to him, however. They quickly surrounded him, leveling their crossbows. Alarmed, James quickly put up his arms in surrender. "Don't shoot!"
The leader of the gang looked at him with disgust. He turned to his friends and gave them orders. "Pracha tuta cupa." Apparently, that meant, "restrain him", because the two underlings each grabbed one of James' arms and held him firm. One relinquished a knife from its sheath and held it close to his throat. James struggled, but it got him nowhere. He received a punch to the nose by the bandit leader. It nearly knocked him out immediately, but James tried to hold on.
"Mukra maren iksha," the leader said again. This must've meant something like, "let's see what we've got" because he proceeded to rifle through James' pockets. Eventually, he noticed the camera. With one swift pull, the man tore it from the human's neck.
"No! Not my camera, I need that!"
The tiger did not really seem to care. He fumbled with it for a few moments, examining it like a precious stone. Unfortunately for him, he even managed to snap a picture of himself, blinding himself with the flash. Angry with the contraption, the tiger threw the device into James' chest. Satisfied with the wallet and watch, the leader gave the order to disembark. "Krackra cupa. Su dedu."
James did not have time to ponder what this meant, for no sooner had it been spoken that one of the man's elbows collided with his temple. This time, James fell into a limp pile on the ground. The bandits, finished with the human, walked off into the darkness of the jungle.
James lay in the clearing, unable to move or call for help. Just before slipping away into forced sleep, he wondered if he would ever get to see the Sengra after all.
...
Mika awoke as the morning sun began to sparkle among the trees. The red panda girl scratched her tummy and yawned. Despite having slept so well, Mika was rather...irritated. She was in heat and her body ached in need because of it. Because there was no eligible man arranged to marry her, she would have to tough it out this year as well. Or, so her family thought.
Mika was approximately twenty summers old and still unwed. Most of the commoner girls had babies on their backs by the time they were only sixteen summers. But Mika was no commoner. She was the granddaughter of the tribe's chieftain, Soko, which essentially made her royalty. It was good to be related to royalty.
Her abode was one of many sections in the bamboo palace that Soko's family owned. Because the homes of the Sengra were built into the treetops, the palace was built across several. Each tree held up a separate room and each room belonged to each family member. While it gave her some privacy, living in the same dwelling as her parents, aunts, uncles, grandparents and siblings was somewhat hectic. For this reason, Mika decided to go out.
Because the Sengra wore no clothing, Mika did not need to dress. Rather, the bracelets the hung about her wrists and her necklace that hung between her plump breasts were all she needed before going out. Only royalty were allowed to wear jewelry. Red tattoos were also scattered about her body to show that she was indeed one of Soko's kin.
Mika went onto all fours, as the Sengra normally do. She scurried out onto her lodge's porch and took in the morning sun. She stretched and felt the air, heavy with dew, as it began to settle on her fur. It was so moist, it made her nipples perk. But she did not care, the sun would soon dry up all the dew and the air would grow warm. It was time to head out for her hiding place. If she spent too much time here, surely she would be forced to play some kind of game with her siblings or help her aunt with the newborns, so it was best if she headed out.
So, she quickly scrambled down her tree. Halfway down, Mika grabbed a vine and used it to swing around the treetops. Little did she know it, but this was going to be rather the eventful morning.
Mika made her way through the treetops, going on all fours, scampering around deftly and with precision. She was very eager to get to where she was going quickly. It would not do for a member of the royal family sneaking off like this, so she had to move at a nimble pace. Already she felt her body tingle, knowing full well that her unbearable heat would soon be soothed.
Mika had soon reached her desination. She jumped down from the branches and landed gently in a small clearing. She liked it out here. No one ever came here and it was always quiet. Mika liked to refer to it as her secret place. She was away from the bickering amongst the men and the squabbling of the children. She often came her to give herself a nice rub once and awhile, as there was always the danger of being caught in the act back at the palace.
Mika was just about ready to settle down by her favorite tree and begin playtime when her supple foot struck something. Looking down, she saw that it was an outsider. Occasionally, men without fur stumbled through the jungle, but she had never seen one up close. This one, however, was dead. An arrow had pierced his eye. Her fur crawled with fear.
But then, her astute ears picked up a vague sound. It was the sound of moaning. Normally, moaning meant that a commoner and his wife were...preoccupied, but this was different. This moan was one of pain and it seemed to be coming from the tall grass. Ever the curious one, Mika stalked over to the tall ferns, ready to defend herself if need be.
"Please...someone...anyone..." said a weak voice. Mika parted the tall plants to see another furless outsider lying in a puddle of mud. Only this one was very much alive. Mika's eyes sparkled when she saw him. His skin was light and he had hair of blond. His arms looked strong and his face looked like it was chiseled out of rock.
Her body shuddered. Seeing his face mad Mika's insides stir with excitement. She shook her head in an attempt to ward off such desires. How could she be so impure as to imagine taking advantage of him? By the look of things, he had received quite a bit of bad luck already.
He was very much in pain. His eyes were closed; blood ran from his temple and his lip. He and the other man must have been ambushed by raiders. Poor thing. Ideas for play time long gone, Mika pondered what to do. There was nothing she could do for the deceased, his body had already been claimed by an army of insects, but there was still hope for this one. It was decided. She would take him to Soko. Surely Soko could enlist his finest surgeons to aide the dying man. As Soko's favorite granddaughter, Mika was confident that he would see it her way.
Taking the man upon her back, Mika began to climb her way back to the palace. She only hoped that it was not too late.
....
Things turned out the way Mika had predicted. The human now lay safely on her cot, freshly stitched. The surgeons said he had been lucky. If Mika had not found him sooner, he surely would have bled to death. What blood he did lose prevented him from waking, he was still fast asleep, but Mika decided she liked that. It was entertaining to watch such a beautiful man in slumber. She would watch his chest rise and fall, stroke his hair for a bit and pet his forehead with her paw.
It was fortunate for the man that Soko had decided to respect Mika's wishes. Normally, outsiders were welcomed, but not permitted to stay in the palace. Because the man was sick, however, he had earned his stay. Mika volunteered to let him have her room until he was properly healed and Soko permitted it.
But her daring rescue had not warded off her heat. Still, she felt a searing heat spread through her body, from tender breasts to stinging thighs, Mika was simply starved for sex. This man and his not-so-fortunate friend had interrupted her peaceful morning, but Mika did not mind too much. The man was just too handsome to stay mad at.
Suddenly, the man stirred. Eager to greet him, Mika moved over to him.
....
James groaned in pain. Where was he? And why did his head hurt so badly? He tried opening his eyes, but they felt as if they had been weighted down. Finally, he managed to open them just enough to see a smiling face staring back at him
Too scared to find this amusing, James bent upright, obviously on edge. But he soon realized that there was no need to be afraid. In front of him, smiling was a beautiful red panda-morph. He began to look her up and down, seeing as how she was gloriously naked before him. James noticed her plump breasts and her sleek thighs. She giggled as he ogled her, obviously liking the attention.
James was naked as well, as there was no apparent need for them in these environs. James was not used to such openness toward nudity, so he tried to evade staring at her and tried taking in his surroundings. He was in a hut, made of bamboo lashed together. He was lying on a bed made of silkweed. He remembered seeing this kind of architecture in sketches, but from where? Then, he remembered.
He turned toward the girl sitting next to him to notice that she was indeed one of the Sengra tribe. He felt like celebrating, but his wound throbbed with pain, indicating that he was in no condition to be moving just yet. The girl was slightly chubby, but not terribly so. Due to her well-furnished abode and well-fed body, he could only assume that this girl was higher on the social ladder than most.
"Miksha tepe tatu?" said the girl, breaking the silence. James, who was somewhat studied on the Sengra language, tried to piece that sentence together. From what he could remember, that was a common phrase that meant, "What title do you go by?" or, in plain English, "what is your name?"
"Tiksha tepe tatu...ka...James..." He struggled to get out his sentences, as he was not fluent. But, the girl seemed to understand.
"Tiksha tepe tatu ka Mika" said the girl. "Bracken stulu coman shiska?"
James tried to break that down as well. It seemed as if she was asking why he had come here. He then noticed his camera sitting on a nightstand next to the bed. He picked it up and pretended to take a picture.
"Brackma stulu coman shiska a..." he trailed off when he realized that there was no Sengra word for photograph. So he decided to show her. With a trained hand, he focused the view finder on the lovely panda girl and snapped a shot. She blinked reflexively and covered her eyes from the harsh light. But he then spun the camera around to show Mika the digital screen on the back. It bore a bold image of Mika, frozen in time.
Mika applauded at seeing her own face captured on film. She motioned for him to give her a turn with the contraption. James, although he was reluctant to relinquish such an important tool, did so. Mika fumbled with the machine and its peculiar buttons, the likes of which she had never seen before. She managed to snap a poor shot of James' leg, and then became annoyed with its complexity.
James laughed as he saw the girl pout for not getting the picture right. Wanting to be encouraging, he placed a hand on her shoulder. "It's all right; you'll get it next time." To his surprise, she welcomed the touch more than anything and nuzzled his arm.
Alarmed at her affection, James withdrew. But he immediately regretted it. The poor girl's smile fell from her face and she muttered something solemn, "Bracken tu retaru hasha miche pluca?" which means, "Why do you recoil from my touch?" Slowly, Mika began to cry.
James cursed to himself. Was that anyway to treat a lady? And a diplomat of her entire tribe no less? Remorseful, James went and wrapped his arms about her. "Brackma enpratma tiche pluca..." to say, "I actually like your touch." Her crying ceased immediately and her warm smile returned. Mika wrapped her arms about him and put her head against his chest. "Hacha" said she, or "good".
James then noticed a very odd aroma circling in the air. It smelled rich and spicy, like peppers. He could've sworn someone was frying something, but it seemed to be very close. Soon, he realized, the aroma was emanating from Mika. James' face reddened as he noticed the female he was holding in his arms was in her heat season. That would explain her undue amount of affection, her body simply craved it.
The girl looked up at him with a very sheepish grin on her face. She knew that he had figured it out by the way he wriggled his nose upon catching the scent of pheromones. He blushed, finding it kind of shocking that she would consider him a possible mate. It may have just been the estrus thinking.
Mika nuzzled James under his chin with her muzzle, occasionally licking his skin with her soft tongue. He trembled as she did this, for he had never felt the affections of a female, even from his own kind. James tried to enjoy it, but his heart grew sick with the idea of being caught in the act of being caressed by a noble.
"Please, not here." James said, growing worried that they would be discovered any moment. He pointed out to the balcony. "Do you know any place that we could do this in secret?"
Although he did not speak her language, Mika seemed to understand. She nodded and said "Bak clonsar putra micha tatu" which means, "Out in the jungle, where I found you." James, although he did not totally understand, knew that any place was better than here. She led him out onto the balcony and waved her hand forward, beckoning him to follow. To his surprise, she got down on all fours and began to scamper down a tree. When she noticed that the human did not follow, she cocked her head in curiosity.
James took one look over the balcony's railing and he shook with fear. It was a long way down. If he should slip, he would most certainly die. If not, he may break a bone. Considering that the nearest hospital was over two-hundred miles from the Sengra village, the latter possibility would soon be followed by the first. But giving up now would be foolish. He had come this far and survived a bandit raid, so why should he fear climbing a tree?
With a new feeling of determination, James set after Mika.
......
It was not a terribly long walk to where Mika was headed. She scampered ahead of him, leading him to where she had found him the day before. Now that the bandits were gone, the place seemed really peaceful. The body of his guide was missing; as it had probably been carried off into the depths of the jungle by...something. James decided to put that thought out of mind, however.
Mika had crawled over to a very large tree and waved him over. As he neared her, she began to climb straight up the giant plant with agile swiftness. He saw her go up about fifty feet and then disappear into a bushel of leaves. Seconds later, she poked her head out and waved him up. James sighed, "Great, more climbing."
He nevertheless began to climb up after the excitable red panda. He found that the tree was almost made for climbing, as handholds and footholds were made from the interwoven vines. Before long, he had reached the point where Mika had disappeared. He poked his head through the leaves to find something surprising. The treetrunk did not continue upwards, it simply had a flat top, a shelter surrounded by the security of the tree's canopy. It was a tree-house...minus the house of course.
Mika sat there, waiting on the far end, smiling at him. It looked as if she had been here before, as a bed of leaves had been pushed together. Also, several jugs of water sat in the corner. This was Mika's home away from home.
"Nice place you got here," said James. Mika giggled as she saw him look around her hiding spot. She reclined on the bed of leaves, making herself very presentable. With a naughty smile on her face, Mika wagged her finger, "Tratu sucka..." she cooed. Although James didn't totally know what that meant, he imagined it was probably something along the lines of "Come hither...".
So, James strode over to her. His hands began to tremble again, knowing that she had brought him here for a reason. She wanted him to mate with her. It made him extremely uncomfortable to throw his inhibitions to the wind, but he knew that if he were going to make any progress here, he would have to cater to Mika's needs. On the other hand, it was no chore. He actually thought it was amusing that this was necessary. They weren't just going for a role in the hay; this was actually going to serve a purpose.
As he neared Mika, he got onto his knees so that they were at eye level. Mika smiled and took one of his hands in hers. Guiding him, she placed his hand over one of her plump breasts. When his palm made contact with her nipple, she sighed in pleasure. She released his hand and allowed him to proceed on his own.
Being a virgin, James did not really have much of a plan, but his hands seemed to behave as if they had minds of their very own, allowing him to perform this loving action without much thought. He placed his other hand on her other breast and began to knead them gently. The panda greeted his other hand with a gasp, obviously loving the way he used his hands.
James had never pleased a woman before, but the idea seemed to be familiar, as if the practice had been programmed into his brain since birth. He found that he was working purely on intuition. His hands moved freely and without the need for a command sent from his brain. Instinctively, James moved his thumb over the girl's nipple, evicting a happy moan.
That is what turned him on more than anything. Her emotions were what powered him, gave him the will to carry on with pleasing her. Her moans and sighs were almost like a language. It required no words, only sounds, the flicker of an eyelash or a shiver. Through this ancient language, James found it so much easier to communicate. And by the sounds of her ache-filled moans, she needed more stimulation.
James took one of her nipples between pliant fingers, his thumb and index and gave the pink bud a gentle squeeze. Again, Mika's appreciation was copious. "Ka! Ka!" she cried, which obviously meant "Yes! Yes!" Glad that his technique had worked, he did the same to the other breast and received a similar reaction from the girl.
But this alone was not enough. James knew that the girl wanted more. Her voice, though sedated with the rush of endorphins, quaked with need. Again, his brain acted upon impulse and did not leave time for debate. So, throwing all inhibition to the winds, James brought his head down and placed his trembling lips to the soft flesh of Mika's breast. "Ohhhh! Ka!" Mika's words needed no translation.
So James kissed her breasts gingerly, dotting them with gentle pecks. On occasion, he would stick out his tongue and lick at the nubs of flesh that protruded from her breasts like snow-capped peaks of rounded mountains. Mika cooed as he did this, ecstatic with joy. He twirled his tongue this way and that, as if he were devouring a tasty piece of candy.
Ready to up the ante again, James placed his lips over her nipple and began to suckle as if he were a baby. With one hand, he manipulated her other breast and with the other, he tickled her belly. Mika giggled excitedly, her mind swimming with pleasure. She held the hand that tickled her tummy in hers and put her other hand behind the human's head, encouraging him to keep going.
Because Mika was not pregnant, she did not produce milk. But this did not deter James from his suckling. Her flesh tasted wild and tender beneath his tongue, seasoned with salty sweat and her effeminate musk. He could not bring himself to cease the tongue-lashing, for if he feared that he would never taste anything so incredible again. But then he noticed something peculiar. Mika's tummy was heaving in and out. She was growing rather excited from all this. One look down into her lap told him that she was ready for the main course.
Her loins had grown moist from the foreplay and were ready to be put to use. She snuck a dainty paw between her legs only to remove it again. However, her fingertips were now covered in feminine juices, wet and deliciously slippery. She held out her fingers for James to taste, which he did so eagerly. He used his tongue to clean her hand of the bodily cream. Her juices from down below were even more delectable than her breasts, he found.
But Mika drew away before the man was finished. Those delicious juices, those exquisite breasts tore away from him, leaving him deprived and wanting. Mika slowly turned around and showed off her rump, wagging her stub of a tail as if to say, "You want it? Come and get it!"
James felt his erection spring out into full form. He had always imagined that when the time came to lose his virginity, he would have unceremoniously had to strip off his clothing. But there was no need. Mika was ready, he was ready. Now, the lovemaking could truly begin.
Judging by Mika's position, on all fours, buttocks high in the air, James assumed that she wanted to be taken from behind. Given that Mika was as much a beast of the earth as she was a woman, this position seemed only natural. Mika's sex had already swollen from arousal. Her pink labia parted slightly, looking all the more welcoming. A small droplet of her juice dripped from the moist pot of honey like a pearl raindrop falling from a leaf. But this little display was distracting him; Mika gave a pout and shook her behind again. "Are you coming or not?" her body seemed to say.
Not wanting to keep her waiting any longer, James scrambled up to Mika's firm rump. She had spread her legs and given him a grand view of her lovely sex, yet James hesitated. His feeling of intuition had fled in the face of fear. He had just realized that he was not wearing any kind of protection. How would it look if an outsider caused a noble girl to become pregnant? But, then again, the nearest condom was probably several thousand miles away. Still, Mika did not seem worried. Perhaps she wanted a child?
"De huta?" said James "a child?"
Mika nodded, "De huta ka muka Mika..." "A child is what I want..."
"Pusra?" questioned James "really?"
Mika nodded again and wiggled her behind. It was obvious that no further deliberation was needed. If a young one was what Mika wanted, James would do as she asked and give her one. Perhaps this could be seen as a binding contract between him and the Sengra. It was a long-practiced ritual to have two diplomats of different parties mate to create sound relations. James concluded that this excuse was as good as any to provide Mika with satisfaction.
Without further delay, James moved his now erect member to Mika's behind. With a guiding hand, he managed to aim himself toward her dripping, awaiting tunnel. Mika looked over her shoulder to observe him. Although slow and still trembling, James managed to push the tip of his organ against the girl's nether-lips. The girl moaned as he did this, for it was the first time a male's flesh had ever touched her in this way.
James could feel her arousal as beads of her juices collected on his tip. She was aching for him and he was not going to deprive her. Slowly but surely, he began to push himself deeper. It was quite obvious that Mika loved the feeling, because she used her muscles to clench at the man's phallus, determined to not let him go anywhere but in.
But, James found that he could barely go in any farther. This was not because Mika was tight, but because her hymen denied him entry. Mika clenched her teeth and attempted to push back, wanting him deeper. Although it brought about great pain, the membrane began to part and tear, clearing the way for her delightful new toy.
Mika was obviously in pain, as her claws tore at the bed of grass and she began to foam at the mouth. "Poor girl," thought James to himself "she must really want this bad."
Soon, Mika's passage had claimed all but one inch of James. James could not help but groan as his cock moved past her tight inner walls; stretching her apart and feeling her insides tug at him. Then, Mika, desperate for him to continue the carnal delights, moved slowly forward, causing him to slide out ever so slightly. Then, as slowly as before, she moved backward again.
James, by now, had regained that sexual intuition that allowed his body to act in its own right. He began to repeat her motions as slow as he could possibly make them. Every time he pulled out, Mika would whimper at the loss. But he was always sure to plunge right back in and bring a smile to her face.
Admittedly, this felt amazing to James. His member began to pulse and spasm with the intense excitement. He felt the need to steady himself, so he placed his hands on either side of Mika's rump, on her upper thighs. James noticed that his breathing was becoming labored and heavy with the inset of lustful desires.
"Felupa! Felupa!" canted the panda girl "Faster! Faster!"
If James was to comply with his new lover, he was going to have to steady himself. So, he lowered himself onto Mika's back, wrapping his arms about her waist as if the were the handles of a bicycle. He almost felt like he was riding a motorcycle. A fuzzy, living, sex-driven, motorcycle.
Mika murred as he moved into the passionate, yet most natural of all positions. She tried her best to turn her head around to kiss the man, but only succeeded in licking his chin.
James chuckled. "You like it this way, don't you?"
Astonishingly, Mika seemed to understand because she nodded furiously. "Felupa, rita."
"Faster, please."
So James set back to work. He worked his hips, grinding against her buttocks with more vigor than before. His thrusts grew deeper with each stroke, propelling his new lover to that sedated bliss she so hotly desired. Mika responded by forcing her hips back toward him, meeting him in the middle of each thrust. The bed of straw would rustle every time their bodies collided, making a scratchy rhythm that both lovers could move their hips to.
The power of James' thrusts had become strong when combined with the cooperation of Mika's. Her breasts began to sway back and forth, jiggling like plump pendulums destined to mimic the inward and outward stroke of her lover's rod.
By this time, the passion was building. Nectars from within both their bodies began to come forth, like dew pool collecting in the cup of a flower. James' sac began to draw tight, as his masculine jewels began to move upward, preparing to bestow the female with their gift.
Mika, also enjoying the sweet rhythm that their bodies played out, began to feel the gleeful feeling of a gentle flame burning inside her. The friction between her and her lover had produced a comforting, sensual heat that only grew more soothing as they slid past on another.
"Mika...ahh...I won't last long..." cried James, feeling release nearing.
Mika did not seem to care, as she only increased the speed and strength of her humps. It was obviously that she could not wait any longer to be satisfied. Imagine, if you will, being underwater. As your lungs consume their small supply of air, they begin to burn and ache. The only way to receive satisfaction is to furiously climb for the surface. But as you near it, you find that you must go faster if you are to reach it, because your body will not wait. This is how Mika felt. Her body was stricken with need. Her pace grew ferocious as she tried to press herself into James.
James wrapped his arms more tightly about her waist and tried to keep up with Mika. Heat flowed through his member as his fluids began to flow. He gasped with bated breath, approaching sweet release.
Mika cried as she came, "Ka! Ka!"
James was only a few seconds behind. His member twitched wildly and coated Mika's insides with warm dew. Mika's walls became slick and coated James. Their nectars mixed within them.
Mika collapsed onto the pile of hay, exhausted. When he was finished cumming, James pulled his member, coated with Mika's juice, out of his lover. He too, collapsed near Mika in the hay. It was a miraculous feeling to finally be satisfied. That, and that through this unison, Mika received the gift of child from James.
Mika snuggled up to her new lover, feeling sedated with afterglow. She kissed the father of her unborn child on the cheek several times before curling up with him to sleep. The sex had tired both of them out.
The two awoke a short while later, still feeling that tingle of pleasure within their bodies. Both felt reluctant to leave one another's grasp, but they soon noticed that the yellow sunlight that had poked through the leaves had turned a subtle and bloody orange. The night was approaching. Soon, the jungle would be alive with the droning of insects and the low growls of predators.
So, although they were both loath to leave the magical little hideout, both made their way back to the Sengra village. It was there that James was fated to meet Soko, the leader of the Sengra.
The old man, wrinkled with old age, sat upon his wicker throne. He scratched his chin upon seeing the man at full height. "Huka nano clumba taras, huka nano harka crupas, pracka sulu taru toma?" said Soko. "He cannot climb trees, he cannot harvest grains, and still you are taken with him, my granddaughter?"
Mika explained how she had chosen James to be her mate and how they had already undergone the mating rituals. Soko's face turned stoic, but then into a hearty laugh. He slapped his knee and put an arm around his new son-in-law. But then he turned to Mika and whispered, "Juka dotu huka cupa", which means "do not work him too hard".
So James became an honorary member of the Sengra, much to his delight. Not long after, Mika bore James a daughter, whom they named Jika. Ironically, James never returned to his work. The reason? Mika kept him far too busy!
And there you have it. Although the people of the world can be separate in the fields of race, creed, tongue, thought, virtue, want and fear, it goes to show that love is the wondrous thing that brings us together and binds our hearts into one.