Flirt back
Steer the conversation elsewhere
You’re grateful to the tribeswoman for saving your life, but not that grateful.
“That’s very kind of you.” You smile stiffly. “Uh, do you know a way I can get back to civilization? A city?”
“We trade supplies in Manaós.” She replies. “Big town. Many white-faces. Long trip, but get you boat. Come.” She beckons you to follow her.
“Thank you.” You smile.
The tribeswoman escorts you along a trail to her tribe. It is a small settlement near the river and judging by the collection of roughly carved boats on the bank, you guess her tribe are fishermen. They all wear similar garb to your savior with the other women are as bare chested as she is. As you blink in surprise at the sight of so many pendulous breasts, they chuckle at your reaction.
“Missionary and his wife open-mouthed too when they first see our women.” The tribeswoman laughs. “This is how we are. Too hot for such clothes.” She gestures with disdain at your shirt and jacket.
“All the same, I don’t think I’ll go native just yet.” You smile.
“A pity.” She grins, her gaze flicking to your chest.
After thanking the village elders, you are shown to a boat. It is more of a canoe, hollowed out of a tree trunk with an outrigger lashed to one side, presumably to give it a bit more stability in the faster and more turbulent stretches of the river. As you climb unsteadily into it, one of the tribesmen passes you a roughly carved oar before gesturing along the river and mumbling something in his strange tongue. You nod. Looks like you’re on your own.
“Good luck.” Your savior calls out from the bank.
“Thanks.” You reply, pushing away from the bank with the oar. With the murky river stretching away before you, you sweep the oar back along one side and then the other. Quickly finding a rhythm, you leave the settlement behind you and out of sight as you round a bend in the river. You suddenly feel utterly alone, adrift on this mysterious river in the middle of this dark continent. You remind yourself that once you reach Manaós, you will be able to make your way to Rio, though quite what you will do when you arrive, you have no idea.
As you drift along the river, your stomach rumbles. The tribe provided you with a few meagre provisions, but you notice a few pineapples and bunches of bananas growing along the banks of the river. With a long distance to row, you’ll need all the strength you can muster. Perhaps you should pick some of the fruit while you can.
Stop and pick fruit
Continue and hope your provisions are sufficient
With a rueful glance at the juicy yellow bananas hanging just a short distance away, you sweep the oar back, driving yourself onwards. As your stomach rumbles again, your gaze drops to your provisions and you sigh, telling yourself you’ll get a good meal when you reach Manaós.
For two days you travel along the river, snatching short spells of sleep during the night as you drift slowly onwards. As the Amazon winds further and further into the endless rainforest, you begin to fear that there is no city and you will die alone and forgotten. With your water already exhausted and your lips cracked, you eat the last of your provisions. You barely have the strength left to sweep back the oar, when you round a corner and blink in surprise as the rainforest gives way to a sprawling city ahead.
“Manaós I presume.” You croak, almost too weary to feel elated as you pass under a huge bridge. The sight of civilization after your two day journey along the meandering river seems unreal and you wonder for an awful moment whether this is a hallucination of a dying mind. You steer towards a jetty and clamber out of the boat, receiving some strange looks as you stagger onwards. After finding a restaurant, you eagerly devour a plateful of food and thirstily drain several glasses of water before making your way to the docks and finding passage on a freighter bound for Rio.
A few days later, you reach Brazil’s capital city. Slinging your jacket over your shoulder, you step down the gangplank onto the dock. As you step onto dry land, you glance up at the mountains towering over Rio. Atop Corcovado mountain, you notice the now iconic shape of the statue, Christ the Redeemer which had been completed just a few years earlier. Sighing, you decide you could use some divine intervention if you are to find Noah in such a vast city. Assuming he’s still even here…
You walk into the center of the city, making your way through the noisy, bustling streets. As the sun rises high in the sky, the heat and humidity is oppressive. Pausing, you fan yourself with your hat, noticing a few curious looks from passersby. Glancing down at your clothes, you certainly look rather grubby and bedraggled after your long journey from the heart of the Amazon. You have a little money left. New clothes followed by finding a hotel room with a shower might be your first port of call. Glancing behind you at the storefronts, you spot a figure duck into a doorway. Perhaps it is just paranoia, but you have the feeling he was following you.
Confront the mysterious man
Move on and lose him in the crowd
Unable to resist the draw of the ripe yellow bananas and with your mouth watering at the thought of tasting a juicy pineapple, you steer your boat towards the bank. Mooring it up as best you can, you clamber out and cut down a couple of bunches of bananas, throwing them into the boat.
“That’s more like it.” You smile to yourself before stepping through the thick undergrowth towards the pineapple plants, the ripe pineapples protruding from the center of a nest of long green leaves. You reach for the nearest pineapple, grasping it with one hand and sawing your knife blade beneath to cut it loose. As you pull it free, you feel a strange sensation on your forearm. You glance down to find a huge, black and yellow hairy spider crawling over your skin. The pineapple drops from your grasp and you freeze in fear, knowing you only have a moment to react.
Shake the tarantula from your arm
Brush it off with your knife
You violently shake your arm, crying out in fear. The tarantula somehow clings to you and you watch in horror as it pulls its hairy body closer to your skin. Its head drops and you feel it sink its fangs into your arm. Squealing in agony, you shake your arm again and this time it finally loses its grip and drops away, scuttling away into the undergrowth.
“No, no.” You groan through gritted teeth. Clutching the wound, you wince with pain before lifting your hand and examining the bite. It is already enflamed, the welt glowing an angry red. Staggering away from the pineapples, you crash through the undergrowth, sweating profusely as the venom courses through your veins. As you reach the boat, you feel light-headed and your vision is blurred. Stumbling, you drop to your knees on the bank. You shake your head, trying to clear your vision, but you feel dizzy and nauseous, like its two in the morning after a heavy night in the beach bar back on the island.
“Keep it together, Elyse.” You mumble, your words slurred, but darkness closes in and you drop facedown into the undergrowth. Your body spasms violently before your heart gives out and you exhale one last shuddering breath, dying alone deep in the darkest Amazon.
THE END
Go back a few moments and rethink your actions
Resisting the urge to panic, you carefully slide the blade of your knife beneath the tarantula’s fat, hairy body. It stiffens, its hairs seeming to bristle and you can feel your heart thumping in your chest and your pulse racing. Gritting your teeth, you snap the blade away from your arm and flick the spider away. As you watch it quickly scuttle away into the undergrowth, you involuntarily shudder at the sight of it.
“Fuck.” You murmur, your heart still trying to thump its way through your ribcage. Carefully collecting your pineapple from the floor, you hurry back to the boat, wanting to put as much distance between you and this part of the rainforest as possible. Your skin crawls and you keep checking your body, convinced more of the deadly tarantulas are crawling on you. As you reach the boat, you quickly clamber into it and push away from the bank. Guiding it into the middle of the river, you breathe a sig
h of relief, glad to be back on the water.
“What the hell have you gotten yourself into, Elyse?” You mutter as you continue your lonely journey along the Amazon River.
For two days you travel along the river, snatching short spells of sleep during the night as you drift slowly onwards. As the Amazon winds further and further into the endless rainforest, you begin to fear that there is no city and you will die alone and forgotten. While it nearly cost you your life, you are glad of the bananas and pineapple, which have bolstered your provisions. Your water supply had run out the previous night, so the juicy pineapple had been a welcome source of fluids too. Propelling yourself onwards, you round a corner and blink in surprise as the rainforest abruptly gives way to a sprawling city.
“Manaós I presume.” You smile with relief. As you pass under a huge bridge, you steer towards a jetty, receiving some strange looks as you clamber out of the boat. After finding a restaurant, you eagerly devour a plateful of food and thirstily drain several glasses of water before making your way to the docks and finding passage on a freighter bound for Rio.
A few days later, you reach Brazil’s capital city. Slinging your jacket over your shoulder, you step down the gangplank onto the dock. As you step onto dry land, you glance up at the mountains towering over Rio. Atop Corcovado mountain, you notice the now iconic shape of the statue, Christ the Redeemer which had been completed just a few years earlier. Sighing, you decide you could use some divine intervention if you are to find Noah in such a vast city. Assuming he’s still even here…
You walk into the center of the city, making your way through the noisy, bustling streets. As the sun rises high in the sky, the heat and humidity is oppressive. Pausing, you fan yourself with your hat, noticing a few curious looks from passersby. Glancing down at your clothes, you certainly look rather grubby and bedraggled after your long journey from the heart of the Amazon. You have a little money left. New clothes followed by finding a hotel room with a shower might be your first port of call. Glancing behind you at the storefronts, you spot a figure duck into a doorway. Perhaps it is just paranoia, but you have the feeling he was following you.
Confront the mysterious man
Move on and lose him in the crowd
“Really?” You smile. “Well, you’re not so bad looking yourself.” It’s true. Despite her primitive garb, she is an attractive woman. Her lean body is muscular and yet still feminine, she has an easy smile and you could lose yourself in those dark brown eyes. She shifts closer to you and her eyes gleam.
“We wait small time.” She murmurs. “Rain come. Soon.” You nod and shuffle closer to her. Her musk is as exotic as her appearance, the rain forest seeming to ooze out of her pores. You find her captivating and the way she looks at you, you know she finds you equally exotic and enthralling. Abruptly, the rains come, huge droplets thumping into the foliage around you and drumming on the roof of the shelter. The jungle seems to instantly darken and a deep, booming rumble of thunder overhead makes you start. You feel her arm wrap around your shoulders and you allow her to take you into her comforting embrace, glad that the storm has provided a suitable opportunity. You turn your face towards hers and gaze into her eyes. As you part your lips, you could hardly be more blatant. While your language and culture might be alien to one another, body-language seems to be universal. She smiles and leans forward, her lips pressing to yours. Her kiss is gentle, almost tender and you moan softly as her fingers comb through your hair. A loud clap of thunder overhead makes you jump and you pull away.
“Goddamn it!” You growl while your companion chuckles before taking you back into her embrace, her hands caressing you through your shirt. You moan into her mouth as she cups a breast, her thumb tracing the outline of an engorged nipple through the damp fabric. As you tentatively slip your tongue between her lips, she meets it with her own. Her tongue slips and slides over yours and the intermittent rumbles of the storm seem to fade into the background as you lose yourself in the moment.
“Touch I.” She murmurs, breaking the kiss. You look blankly at her before with a groan of frustration, she grasps your hand and presses it to her chest. Her breast is warm and firm and you can feel her hard nipple pressing into your palm. As you begin to massage her mound, she smiles, her eyes gleaming in the gloom. You are dimly aware of her fingers deftly unfastening your shirt as you caress her body. She gasps as you lightly pinch a nipple between your thumb and forefinger and you feel a sudden urge to take it into your mouth. Your pulse races as you gently ease her backwards. As she lies down next to you, a flash of lightning momentarily illuminates her slender body.
“So beautiful.” You murmur as you stoop over her, your shirt now open and your breasts tugged free from your bra. She smiles up at you before you lower your head to her chest, drawing her left nipple into your mouth. As you swirl your tongue around the hardened bud, she moans with pleasure, muttering something in her strange tongue. After a moment, you kiss your way across her chest and trap her other nipple between your lips, her excited moans and gasps encouraging you. You feel her fingers in your hair, caressing your head as she revels in your attention. After a few moments, you feel her squirm beneath you. She murmurs a few more words in her strange tongue and you feel a subtle downward pressure on your head. You allow her nipple to slip from your lips and smile up at her. You don’t need to speak her language to know what she’d like you to do next…
Go down on her
Roll onto your back and let her take the lead
Resisting the downward pressure, you pull away from her and roll onto your back. If the tribeswoman is disappointed at your reluctance, it doesn’t show. She grins and climbs on top of you, gazing into your eyes. Another clap of thunder makes you jump and she giggles, leaning forward and kissing you.
“Not worry.” She tells you, kissing you again. You relax, wrapping your arms around her and taking her into your embrace. Your tongues flick against each other and you enjoy the warmth of her breasts crushed against yours. She pulls away and smiles down at you, her damp dark hair framing her face against the leafy canopy above.
“What am I doing?” You murmur as a flash of lighting momentarily illuminates the rainforest around you. The tribeswoman doesn’t give you a chance to change your mind, pulling at your shirt and bra until you sit up and pull them off. You unfasten your shorts and lie back as she eagerly takes over, tugging them down swiftly followed by your panties. As she gazes down at your naked body, you feel utterly exposed and resist an overwhelming urge to throw an arm across your chest and shield your pussy with your hand.
“Pretty.” She comments, her dark brown eyes flicking up to meet yours. You smile, relaxing a little. She drops to her knees next to you and leans down, pressing her lips back to yours. Reaching out, she caresses your cheek before sliding downwards to your chest. You moan into her mouth as she cups a breast, her thumb flicking over your swollen nipple. She chuckles and kisses you harder, massaging your body before her fingers glide further down, exploring you. The last of your inhibitions evaporates, driven away by the lust and excitement building up inside you. As her fingertips glide through your pubic hair, you part your legs, breathless with anticipation. She pauses, breaking the kiss and studying your face.
“Do it.” You breathe. She nods and you gasp as you feel her fingers press into your wet furrow, the tips sinking inside you. She kisses her way down your throat and draws a nipple into her mouth, gently sucking it as she begins to slide her fingers in and out of you. You stifle a cry of delight, biting your lower lip until you remember that you are lying in the middle of a rainforest. Cutting loose, you stroke her hair and moan with pleasure as you luxuriate in her attentions. The tribeswoman squirms a little next to you and you wonder if you should attend to her needs.
Roll her onto her back and sixty-nine her
Pleasure her once you climax
She squeals in surprise as you abruptly push her onto her back, her fingers slipping from inside you. As she gazes quizzically
up at you, you flash her a reassuring smile before gently kissing her. You begin to kiss your way down her body, enjoying teasing her small, pert breasts and sucking on her hardened nipples before kissing down her flat stomach. As you swing your body around, your knees astride her head, you hear her murmur something excitedly in her own tongue as she guesses your intentions. Her legs part expectantly and you eagerly pull the red fabric of her loincloth to one side. As you gaze down at the dark curls of her pubic hair, her hands grasp your hips and you feel her hot breath on your inner thighs. Your pulse races and you gasp as you feel her hot wet tongue swipe the length of your slit.
“Uhh, yeah.” You moan huskily. As thunder rumbles overhead, you drop to your elbows and bury your head between her thighs, lapping tentatively at her glistening folds. It’s her turn to moan, her lips vibrating pleasantly against your pussy. You begin to lap at her furrow, enjoying the sweet taste of her juices while her tongue flicks and dabs at your clit. Squirming with pleasure, you thrust your tongue deeply inside her, wanting to reciprocate the wonderful sensations building in your loins.
“Yes, lick, lick.” She gasps, momentarily pulling her tongue from your clit. You slide your tongue up and down her slit, kissing and licking at her clitoris while she moans with pleasure. As you begin to concentrate on her sensitive little button, you slide your right hand under her leg and slip three fingers inside her sodden hole. She squeals with a mixture of surprise and delight as you begin to work them in and out of her. Her tongue flicks faster at your own clit and you can feel your orgasm rapidly rising within you.
“Oh God, I’m close!” You pant, your fingers squelching inside her. Another flash of lightning illuminates the rainforest followed by another deep rumble of rolling thunder. As you both work each other towards your climaxes with the storm raging around your heaving bodies, it feels wild and primal. The tribeswoman’s tongue works relentlessly at your clit, your breathing becoming ragged and uneven before you stiffen, crying out in ecstasy. The wonderful sensation of your orgasm swells within you before surges of pleasure radiate out from your pussy. You quiver and tremble before your cries become soft whimpers. As your orgasm fades, you resume pleasuring her, pumping your fingers inside her and flicking your tongue over the fleshy hood of her clitoris.
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