Mating Season

Mating Season

The brisk wind made the leaves rustle as I watched him from behind the bushes. He knelt at the bank of the river, gathering water in his cupped hand and taking a drink. I’d stalked him across the jungle for three days, watching as he studied and gathered plants with his strange tools. Now was the time to strike. The days between the floods were the most fertile and if I wanted to bear a child, I needed to capture a man soon.

I pounced from the bushes like a wild animal and jumped on his back. I wrapped my arm around his neck and squeezed. He panicked, flailing back and forth, trying to get me off of him to no avail. But this man who seemed so meek and mild as I watched him was not so easy prey. He slammed me against a tree with as much force as his body could muster. For a second I was winded and released him.

He scurried from me, gasping for air. As he looked up at me, his eyes were wide with pure shock. That was the last thing he saw. Quickly, I picked up my spear and struck him in the back of the head before he could react. He collapsed with a thud.

I checked to make sure he was still breathing. After all, I couldn’t use him if he was dead. I dragged him over to his camp and tied him by his wrists to a nearby tree.

He came to as I was removing his pants. “What? What are you doing?”

I snarled at him. “Making a baby.”

He lifted his hips making it easier for me to take off his pants. “You could have just asked. I thought you were trying to kill me.”


  • Boudoir
  • Glamour
  • Implied Nude

I straddled him and tore his shirt open. “We are warriors. We don’t ask permission. We take what we want.”

“Understood,” he said, grinning.

Though I’d never bred with a man before, the process had been explained to me by the elders. I reached for his staff, and with only a few short strokes, it was stiff as a board.

As I positioned myself over it, the man was doing the strangest thing. He craned his neck towards me, his lips puckered. Tentatively, I leaned down and placed my lips against his. The sensation wasn’t unpleasant, quite the opposite actually.

I held his face between my hands, our tongues mingling as his rod stretched my folds. As he raised his hips in an attempted to get deeper, he strained against his binds, frustrated by the limitations.

I raised and lowered myself on his lap, riding him like a great beast. This must have been what he wanted because his muscles went lax beneath me. With every thrust, I took him harder and deeper, my walls quivering.

Pleasure shot through my body, making me smack against him even faster, my juices pooling between our bodies. Soon, his grunts became erratic and his body twitched. He raised his hips pushing as deep into me as he could get, filling me with his life-giving seed.

I held the position until he softened inside me. Then I stood up to leave. “Thank you.”

“Wait!” he said, “You’re not just going to leave me tied to this tree with my pants around my ankles, what if an animal attacks me?”

“You’ll work your way lose eventually. Plus, if I untie you, you might attack me.” I turned to go.

“Please. Don’t leave me like this.”

There was something in his tone. Something as warm as his body had been against mine. So, I ran the tip of my spear over his binds, setting him free, before disappearing back into the jungle.



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