Eurasia pushed Kasey’s head back towards Udu’s crotch, and she instinctively took him into her mouth again, tasting the cum thick and salty on his softening penis. She engulfed him desperately, until the head of his cock pushed into her throat again, tasted the cum on her tongue. She felt Udu stiffening again, swelling, growing hard once more, and hands were suddenly under her arms, pulling her to her feet.
Eurasia and the two women guided her to the slab and bent her forward. She felt large hands on her buttocks, and knew it was Udu. She felt that beautiful large cock push at the opening to her pussy, and she gasped delightedly as he buried himself inside her.
Then stillness, just as he always did to begin with.
Kasey closed her eyes, feeling his cum drying on her face. Everything span. Was that still the result of the brandy? She wanted him to fuck her. What was he waiting for?
‘Fuck me!’ she groaned.
He drew his cock from her, withdrew his cock until he was almost completely out of her, Kasey moaning gutturally. Then he drove himself into her, rocking her so violently that she almost fell. Hands were on her shoulders to steady her - Eurasia and the two women.
Within moments Udu was plunging his cock deep into her, Kasey biting her lower lip, her ecstatic shrieks the exclamation marks on the wrecking ball of his groin against her buttocks.
But for as terrifyingly beautiful as it felt she sensed there was something missing, although the whole night had been different procedurally anyway. Now he was fucking her something was wrong, and then she realised, even as her body tensed in the throes of another explosive orgasm, that the villagers were quiet.
He pulled out of her, just as he always did when she was on the cusp of an orgasm, and she waited for him to manoeuvre her into another position. But there was no such movement. The head of his cock pushed at the lips of her pussy and she writhed her hips expectantly. But now his cock pressed against her anus, and she realised abruptly what he was about to do.
Kasey squealed in shock and discomfort as he sank into her tight rear passage, feeling his balls roll against her cunt. One of his hands went to the small of her back, glided around to her belly, down through her pubic thatch, and found her clitoris. Kasey shuddered uncontrollably.
Then he was fucking her again, and Kasey was thankful for the lubrication the goo provided. His fingers were on her clit and sliding into her pussy. Then they were on her breasts, pinching her nipples. Then they were on her buttocks. It was as if he was everywhere at once, as if he was trying to possess her wholly.
Kasey closed her eyes and concentrated on the feeling of him, of his cock driving in and out of her ass, of the way her buttocks juddered and breasts swayed when he slammed into her, of the way his hands slid around her body, and she felt her aborted orgasm resurge and she wailed.
She collapsed onto the slab, and Eurasia and the women turned her as another deluge of cum splattered onto her belly, and yet another hit her on the breasts. The two women kneaded it into her as she slumped exhausted, head spinning, looking from them, to Eurasia, to Udu.
But it wasn’t Udu standing before her.
It was Topknot.
The two women picked up the tiger’s pelt cloak, which lay on the ground by Topknot’s feet, wrapped it around him and led him away to Udu’s hut.
Udu himself remained bound to the poles. He was still, as always, but now it didn’t seem deliberate, as if he was preserving strength out of purpose. Now it was as if it was out of resignation. He looked at Kasey, then bowed his head.
Eurasia closed her hand upon Kasey’s wrist and pulled her to her feet. She pointed to the jungle, and for one frightful moment Kasey thought Eurasia was going to send her out into the foreboding shadows alone.
Instead, though, Eurasia led her by the hand to those foreboding shadows.
Chapter XV
The walk back to the house felt as if it took forever, and this time it wasn’t simply her imagination. Eurasia wasn’t Topknot; she couldn’t carry Kasey. Instead she had to lead her, choosing paths that Kasey was capable of navigating. But even so Kasey wasn’t used to walking barefoot, and she was often pricking her foot or stubbing a toe and needing a short rest.
The journey allowed Kasey to think about what had happened, but she was unsure what it all meant. It seemed that Topknot had become the chief of the village, although she had no idea how or why.
By the time they got back to the house the sky had lost its inky darkness and feathery wisps of pink signalled that morning was on its way. Eurasia stopped at the edge of the jungle, and by the erect manner in which she held herself it was obvious she was going no further.
She stared at Kasey, and Kasey, as she had done throughout these bizarre experiences, tried to unflinchingly hold her eye. There had always been some underlying subtext to their relationship which Kasey had never fully understood. In many ways, Eurasia had been her facilitator, but had also perceived her condescendingly, if not competitively.
Suddenly Eurasia cupped Kasey’s face in her hands and kissed her forcefully on the lips. Eurasia’s breasts pressed into hers, Eurasia’s tongue invaded her mouth. Kasey felt as if Eurasia’s kiss was trying to suck the very breath out of her lungs.
Eurasia pulled away almost reluctantly, then kissed her gently, lovingly, on her chin, then on her cheek, and one last time on her lips. She was like a parting lover, bidding farewell before a long absence.
Then she turned and disappeared back into the jungle.
Chapter XVI
Kasey crept furtively to the front door, opened it carefully, and slid inside. Her mind raced with what to tell anybody she might encounter. What would they say, or think, if they saw her coming in naked at the crack of dawn? What possible explanation could she offer that would be believable? But fortunately the house was completely still, and she was able to make her way up to her bedroom unseen.
She went straight to the bathroom and washed herself thoroughly. When she was clean she ran a bath and lay back, occasionally dozing, but feeling an anxiety, as if there was something important missing but unsure what it was.
When dawn came full and irresistible she got out of the tub, dressed, and joined Charles for breakfast. He said nothing about their encounter the previous night, and Kasey regarded him with faint contempt, as if to suggest he had attempted to take advantage of her while she was vulnerable.
She addled through the rest of the day and was in bed by eight that evening, absolutely exhausted. First it was the heat. Then it was the shoots, and compounding them were the late night adventures depriving her of sleep.
When she awoke the next morning it was with no surprise that she hadn’t been disturbed through the night.
Chapter XVII
Charles Smythe flew in a number of dignitaries and celebrities to attend the lavish wrap a week later. Kasey mingled indifferently, the centre of attention. She talked with politicians and members of police, fraternised with celebrities, and even stopped to have a drink with Charles, who was in his element - the cordial, dignified host.
‘I’ve seen the shots,’ he said. ‘They are marvellous. Savage!’
‘Savage?’
‘There’s something about you in them, something... primal. You seem to burn.’
Kasey wasn’t sure how to take that. ‘Thank you, Charles.’
If he had carried a hard-on for her before, she thought he’d be insatiable now given how close he’d gotten to bedding her. She was certain he’d nurture the memory forever, that he’d masturbate over it, and that he’d remember it whenever he looked at her pictures.
Matt, who’d returned in the morning, interrupted them. He put one arm around Kasey and kissed her on the forehead. ‘Hey, miss me?’ he asked.
‘Yeah,’ Kasey said, nestling into him, but feeling none of the thrill of contact she’d experienced with him before.
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br /> ‘Have you seen the shots, Matt?’ Charles asked, giving Kasey a sidelong glance, as if they now shared a secret together.
‘Excuse me,’ Kasey said.
She left them, heading out of the house and onto the porch, where the jungle confronted her. What would happen if she tried to find her way back to the village? She’d get lost, most definitely. And in any case, even if she could find her way back there would they welcome or reject her?
No, whatever had been happening was finished now, and it was back to life as usual.
Whatever that meant.
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