Erotica Anthologies #11

#67

Jungle

Noah wakes up stranded in an unknown island after a shipwreck, and a mysterious jungle woman is the only person he can relies on for survival. Little does he know that things are about to escalate very quickly.

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Noah comes to with the sensation of stinging heat on his skin, sand permeates through his fingers when he unconsciously try to grab onto something, rubbing coarseness together.

All at once, he jerks awake, feeling something running over his arm.

Slowly, more sensations become apparent as he regains consciousness, coughing and tasting saltwater on his tongue. Gentle waves move over his waist and legs, making it feel like they are floating, while his hands press into the scorching hot sand under him. He blinks, trying to remove the salt and sand from his eyes as he lifts his sore, weary head to look around him.

He is laying on a beach, his body still half submerged by the gentle push and pull of the sea wave. As his eyes adjust to the bright yellow light of the sun, he can not see any sign of the ship he was in, or any of the familiar faces of the crews or his friends for that matter; just doom sand all around. Quickly looking up over the sea horizon, he can see nothing but fast blue water.

How did he get here? Did the very sea itself wash him into this shore? There has to be a way out of this island, if he managed to get stranded this far, but how? He tries to pull himself into a sitting position as he pushes his aching body up, feeling heavier than he expects to be possible. Suddenly, he hears it, a low snarl that echoes off from within the forest further behind into the island. Noah makes an abrupt jerk and backs away from the beach, stepping further down the shore until water swallows up his calf, wary. He turns back around to see a woman hiding behind the trees. She is looking up at him with big, dark eyes.

“Hey,” he greets her hesitantly, voice cracking from dryness before swallowing hard, suddenly aware of just how thirsty he is, despite still having ocean water  soaking through his person. “Do you...know what happened here?” he tries again, head too banged up to think clearly.

She doesn’t answer him, just watching quietly through the distance.

“I was... I was on the deck, and then... a storm hit—”

Abruptly, everything hits him at once. He remembers the ship, about venturing out into the deck one stormy night, before seeing it upturned and sinking through the recollection. A sob escapes him at once, as he feels the pang of heatbreak for the crewmen. Are they…? How can they not be? And how is he ever going to return home now? There’s not even a single sign of the wreckage left to help himself with.

He presses the back of his wrist against his mouth, trying to stifle his sorrow. He fumbles and his legs give out under his weight, collapsing into the burning sand, scalding his bare knees.

Noah feels tears burning in his eyes as his throat closes with another choking sob wracked of him. They are all gone! No! He covers his face in his hands, suddenly feeling lightheaded as the full weight of grief and panic hit him hard; of the guilt that he has been spared while the crews and his friends are all gone, drowned and lost in the depth of sea.

Out of nowhere, he feels warm fingers touching his shoulder, the sensation strangely burning his skin. Noah looks up to see the woman has walked closer to him and is now reaching out to him, unsure on what to do with him. He doesn’t even notice that she has moved. He just sits there, staring up at her, too stunned to do anything else. She slowly reaches down to encircle her hand around his wrist and pulls it away from his face, trying to stop him from the weeping.

She pulled his hand further away as she peers down to see his face. Noah can see the confusion on her face, mixed with concern, her dark eyes reflecting back on him despite the blinding sun. He stares back at her through his tears-stained eyes, unable to help but taking in her appearance. She wears what look like leaf-woven covering around her chest and hips, big hair tied up her head, and the fullest lips Noah has ever seen on a woman or man.

Her other hand goes to pat him on the head, and all his self-restraint suddenly breaks like a dam, as shock quickly catches up to him. He sobs into his hand out loud, dignity be damned, and cries his heart out as she holds him steady, not moving a single pace like a sturdy pole.

He needs to shed his tears before he can finally move on.

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When Noah finally pulls through his grief, the woman is already long gone. Her presence was somewhat comforting, despite them being strangers. So much so that his mind unconsciously seek out to her. But she is now nowhere he can see, but instead find a large leaf is left not far from where she had stood, piled with various kind of tropical fruits.

Noah accepts the gift gracious, stomach rumbling way too loudly to be patient about it. His hands move to grab one of the pile on top, ripping the skin open before sinking his teeth full on into its brightly colored flesh. The juicy taste of the fruit spreads through his mouth and drips down his jaw, the sweet liquid becomes the soothing relief for his dry throat after being dehydrated for so long.

He gulps down each and every one of them until his stomach feels full, before he kneels down by the water to clean himself up, wash his dissolved hair and freshen up. The saltwater feels warm and harsh against his skin, but it’s not like he has any other choice in this place.

The sun almost sets when he decides to venture into the forest. He walks for what seems like miles away, before he can hear the unmistaken sound of water rushing down a stream. Noah climbs down near the rocks at the edges, testing the cool water with his hand, before throwing a lone rock into the stream so see if any predator will raise up. Once he makes sure that no danger is around, he wastes no time and immediately strips down to take a dip into the water, the crystal clear liquid feeling clean and fresh on his skin.

He is so distracted by the basking that he barely realizes it when the water begins to move. It doesn’t even take much for him to make a turn, before he meets eye to eye with the other occupant of the stream.

It’s the woman! She is in the midst of washing herself, not at all the least seem disturbed by his presence. Noah is so caught off guard that he stills for a second, unable to take his eyes off her, and before he can stop himself, his eyes start to wonder around, dropping down to see her bare form, caramel coffee skin glistening faintly from the soaking wetness. Her body is shapy, tall like a model and toned like an athlete. She is ample with generous curves and good posture, as results of frequent strenuous activities.

Noah swallows hard. He tries to decipher the strange, expressionless look on her face, but with not much luck. He watches her face with its startled and open expression as she glides backwards, keeping her gaze on him, almost creepticly in her intensity, before she abruptly dives under, giving Noah an eyeful as he stares open-mouthedly at her ample backside, before she completely disappears into the water. He thinks he sees a flash of forbidden pink lips as she streaks through the water, down and away from him.

She resurfaces back up right in front of him, causing him to almost trip from the sudden closeness. She peers up at him with a hurt look on her face when she sees his frantic reaction, but he is only doing so because they are both naked. The woman makes a move to close the distance between them, dark slender hand grabbing at his upper thigh from under the water, and he can feel himself jerking awake at the sudden proximity. He quickly tries to hide himself, but her hands are there to keep him still. Relax, her eyes seem to speak to him gently.

He doesn’t know how to react, so he tries to keep still as best as he can, just letting her hands wonder around to touch him, assessing his strength, feeling the lean white muscles that are build into his limbs, abs and torso. There’s nothing s****l about it. Suddenly he almost feel guilty for jumping to conclusion too fast.

Noah sends her a small reassured smile, trying to be friendly. He doesn’t know how else to communicate with her, seeing that she refuses to talk, or maybe she just can’t understand his words. Either way, it seems like she is kind enough to  and let him stay to wash.

They each redress behind separate trees once they deem themselves clean enough. Having nowhere else to go and not knowing what to do, Noah decides to follow her path as she ventures deeper into the forest, until they end up in a large tree with an hut atop. She lets him follow her back into her home, it seems, climbing up through a ladder made of crafted bamboo, toward the safety of the hut that stands one story high. Noah moves slowly through the ladder, careful not to slip. Once inside the hut above, he finds her already leaning against one side of the wall near a window, so he takes the opposite corner for himself, trying to not impose as much as possible.

Noah takes a mental note to keep himself low, not wanting to hit his head against the low-built roof. There’s a small torch already lit just outside the hut, faintly casting shadows into the interior of the hut.

Noah is so tired from the day’s ordeal that he finds himself quickly adrifted soon after closing his eyes, letting the pull of sleep thick and heavy sucking him under.

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Soft lips touch his as strong fingers massage along his spine. He tilts his head back, feeling those soft lips travel down his jaw, sucking deeply on his throat. It feels like he is floating, warm waters caressed him his body everywhere as the softer form moves next to him tantalizing. He moans as he feels teeth brush against his skin, before a hot tongue lap at the the bite mark she has left on him. He can barely move his arms for the sluggish and curious weight that leans over him, but he wants to touch her, this woman that climbs atop of him, who is making him feel so great.

Noah moves his hands to feel soft skin and supple breasts resting over his hard pecs. He imagines himself running his hands along the planes of her chest, sliding them up to feel the ample curves at the end of her spine along the way. A raspy moan comes from the mysterious figure as his fingers find the gentle nub of her n****e, suddenly plagued by this urge to tug and play with the sensitive nerve.

Noah knows this woman.

He opens his eyes, trying to focused on the body that lies above him, but all he can see is a mop of black hair floating out behind her head. He tries to stiffen, to pull away, but she has positioned herself in a tight hold against him, mouth fastened on his jugular as her tights clench around his waist, parts her already open legs wider before lowering her hips down to meet his already growing hardness, letting him feel the softness of her mount in contrast. She twines his pale length in between her dark legs as he instinctively starts to rub his erection along her body. Noah’s head falls back at the sensations of her delicate mount that’s nudging him by the tip, of her body lowering, rubbing against his thighs, d**k and abs, even from the feeling of her lips leaving a love bite.

She suddenly takes a hold of his shaft with a shift hand, gripping and running it up and down between them. Deftly, his fingers find her sensitive skin and soon he has her bucking and twisting in his grasp. Slowly, he pushes the tip of his member into her, causing her to gasp in shock, finger still moving around her, keeping her writhing as he moves more and more of his body into her. Noah can feel her body stretch, let him push and move some more, undulating his pelvis upward, getting himself deeper into her. She cries out as he begins to sink into her, while she angles herself downward toward his impaling hardness, sheating herself in a steady rhytm.

He moves his mouth to seal over hers as they kiss in a hasty, if not passioNoah embrace. She is staring at him unblinkingly as he moved his body again, causing her to moan in the back of her throat. His fingers pinch and rub, keeping her pleasure moving as he thrusts into her.

She keeps them suspended when she finds herself reaching her climax, dropping her hips down roughly toward him while he pushes himself up against gravity, both meeting in midair.

Noah is lost in the sensations of his body in hers, of his hands holding her, that he just simply lose himself within the dark depths of her sheath. Her orgasm crashes into her so hard and fast that he can feel her tender flesh clenching so tightly around member, taking him by surprise as she cries out in his mouth. He feels her swallow her cry as he holds her tighter.

Their peak hits in unexpected trembles through a series of culmination, her hands grabbing at the apex of his thighs to steady herself, while his hold on to her waist and hips, clear evidence of their union still dripping thickly fresh from their tights.

Noah abruptly wakes with a startle, scrambling to sit up, before realizing in time not to stand and hit his head to the roof. The hut is small enough that it doesn’t really allow him to stand up straight without hurting himself. He moves his hands to rub his face, accumulating sweat from his forehead. The sunlight is much gentler from inside the hut. The woman is nowhere to be seen, but he can hear movements from down below.

He sticks his head out from rough edges of the window to spot cooking something from the campfire below. As if sensing his stare, she looks up toward the window, the corners of her mouth upturned a little bit in a smile. His heart starts to pound, recalling his wet dream, feeling his face starts to heat up in a red flush.

Eventually he has to climb down, especially when his stomach starts to rumble. The woman is  when he arrives.

“What’s your name?” he quietly asks as she works to cook a few fish she just caught. “I’m Noah, by the way,” he gestures at himself, moving his hands animatedly in hope to get his message across.

She stares at him for some time, but he can see the recognition downing in her. “Shuri,” she gradually answers, and he can feel his chest swells with warmth.

“Shuri,” he echoes, tasting the name in his mouth, grinning sillily in satisfaction.

They sit down by the campfire and enjoy their meal once the fish are ready, with Noah sending her thankful looks throughout the way. He has no idea how she can be so adept in this island, already waking up so early in the morning to catch these two large fish for them. He has no idea what he’ll do without her. Probably still ends up hungry and thirsty. Noah makes a mental note to help out and contribute to their cause next time. He owes her at least that much.

Though through the entire they eat, he can’t help but wonder how a woman like her can end up in this island? Was she washed up to these very shores too? It doesn’t seem like she plans to get out of this place anytime soon, judging by how accustomed she is to the wild lifestyle of this forest. Is she the only other inhabitant of this island? Is there any civilization nearby that he has ask help from? He tries to convey his questions as best as he can through body and sign language, but Shuri simply shakes her head in confusion. Seems like Noah has no choice but to stay and try to live in this island for a while, until he can think of the next plan of action to return home.

They go to collect some fruits right after, heading to foraging by the trees and bushes. Certain types of plants and insects are poisonous by nature, and Shuri has to warn him with hasty grabs at his arm to prevent him from falling into them one too many times, making Noah feels like a giant child who knows no better on how to move his own body, encountering too many dangers on the way in one path. There doesn’t seem to be that much bigger wildlife to be wary from, though.

The finish lunch by this time, before gathering few they’d like to take back to the hut. There’s really nothing much to do after this, really, but Noah wants to venture through the surrounding forest, hoping to get some sense of the environment a little bit more. The hut is located a little bit toward the east. If he goes further south, he’ll find himself back in the beach, which he assumes how Shuri swum to get the fish from. The rest of the north is all forest.

Noah contemplates a plan to craft a raft to sail into the sea with, but he it’s not like he has the appropriate tools to make it. Besides, it’s not like he knows how to build one correctly. With his luck, if he ever attempts to get out of the island by himself, it’s more likely that he will end up dead this time.

Later that day, they venture back into the stream for a swim and clean up themselves, before retrieving back to the hut before dark. They lie still on the floor of the hut, each by their side of the corner, solemn and pleased by how the day turns out.

Despite her initial hostility toward this stranger, it seems like she has deemed him trustworthy enough to let him tag along and help her out whenever and however he can. Besides, he bets it must have been nice to finally have someone to accompany her, after living alone in this island for a long period of time.

His smile is wide and his eyes are shining when he gazes her way, and Noah feels himself blush when she returns the look intently, smiling pleasantly, if not with a haughty grin on her lips, before crawling closer to his side of the hut, hand reaching to his lap. He glances down, seeing how dangerously close her hand is on his upper thigh. She draws circles over the fabric of his jeans there, slowly making her way to climb into his lap. He notices how warm his body temperature starts to increase, nervousness and ragged breath start building up. He looks up to see her staring intently into his eyes, finger raking over his rasping chest, before leaning her face in toward his. Noah sucks in a quick breath as her lips touch his, eyes drifting shut just before the kiss is sealed.

Her lips are soft.

Her hands are gentle as they roamed over his chest and abs, moving th peel the shirt off from his person, noticing how she can’t seem to touch enough, wonderful fingers constantly moving to map every inch of his skin that she can find. Noah is compelled to oblige, lifting his back of the wall he leans in to pull the material over his head, until her dark curves rests against his pale muscles.

Noah tries not to think on how surreal this feels, that maybe this — everything, the island, the shipwreck, the jungle woman sitting on his lap, moving her lips cordially against his — is just a dream that’s way too out of the world to be real. But when he feels her shifting her body a little bit closer to press her pillowy chest closer, Noah is unable to deny the tightness that’s stirring in his belly, quivering straight down to his c**k.

They really shouldn't be doing this. They’ve just met and...maybe she’s just lonely and curious about him. Maybe he’s a little bit interested too, and being isolated in such a narrow space like this is making it really easy for both of them to succumb to their curiosity. Before they know it, Noah finds himself already hot and heavy for the alluring female, and there’s no way for him to hide the bodily reaction he has on her when it evidently presses against her belly.

She starts wrapping her legs around his hips, rubbing her body up and down on his chest and inner thigh, slowly leading his hardness to grind into the junctions of her legs. The friction and pressure cause him to moan, pulling his lips from hers when his breathing speeds up.

“I -um, don’t usually…do this,” he can’t help but admit, but she only presses her body further onto him, silently encouraging him to continue.

So he does.

Tentatively, he brushes the tip of his member against her oversensitive skin, making the woman jerks and gasps into his hovering mouth. He stills his movements to look at her, blue eyes staring into her dark orbs as he starts pushing himself into her once more in small thrusts, while she happily accepts him, making heavy pants that makes his ears tingle and his c**k hungry for more. She moves her hips in sync with his thrusts, meeting him midway, keeping her hips still for a second to bring her lips down his mouth, giving this last inch to press them together. He lets out a low groan when her fingers digging into his arms when the friction of their bodies give a little, and the tip of him enters her.

With these little thrusts, he is able to push more of himself into her slowly. Her own wetness helps ease her descend as she has him impale her sheath. Noah can tell the difference between his skin and hers by feel, how hard work and independence of living in this island alone has shaped her into such an athletic woman with high stamina. Already she is getting impatient, wanting move up and down his c**k with ecstacy. He can tell how hot and stretchy she is inside, how tight he makes her be.

Without warning, she plunges low, giving him a deep thrust of her cunt, making him jump from the sitting position from the startle. Noah inhales heavily through his nose, his eyes rolling back into his head as his grip around her hips tighten.

He hears the heart-warming giggle when she laughs, (she laughs!) as she repeats the deep plunge for the second time, this time allowing her pelvis to meet his, taking all of himself into her. He decides that he needs to hear more of her, wanting to see what other noises he can help her make. But Noah can only moan and throws his head back when she starts rolling her hips, stroking him up with her tight walls from a new angle. 

Her hands flow to the wall above him steady herself wearily as the feel of her sliding in and out of him intensifies, making his eyes flutter frantically and his mind fizzles out. Noah leans in again and makes eye contact, in time to see her descends down and nibbles at his earlobe, making him shiver in return. Shuri claims his lips again, this time with a kiss that is neither soft nor sweet, but hard and near bruising. Her body’s rhythm is starting to slip and becoming frantic in her movements as she speed up her pumping.

She continues to latch on his earlobe, latching her lips to the sensitive skin there, and it feels wonderful. Her nails start raking against the skin of his back muscle, eliciting an electrifying sensation that blurs the lines between pain and pleasure, heightening anything and everything. He groans out a low moan with each clench of her p***y around his throbbing c**k, eyes silently encouraging her to keep it up through heated, desperate gaze.

Though heightened pleasure is coursing through his body right now, it feels as though he is missing something important, something he should immediately regard—

“W-wait, wait, wait. If you do this...I will...are you sure?”

He tries to seek out the look of confirmation in her eyes, knowing what will happen if he comes inside her.

The concerned look on his face makes her pause for a heartbeat, but Shuri simply replies him with a smug smile, then continue to proceed as before.

He is going loud now, his groans coming from deep in his throat and his breath hot as he pants in time with their frantic thrusts. They sound so animalistic in their lust, the thought finally dawns on Noah. He’s f*****g her. This mysterious, self-sufficient woman who he not know much about. Yet.

That thought causes his body to tighten, his member going harder that it has ever been, and he contorts his body to allow orgasm to finally push through for both of them.

Stars, and his vision darkens for a brief moment, blood pumping hard everywhere, in his ears, chest and member. Their ragged breath joins in puffs of fog and heat, barely registering the sensation of his hot seeds jets out and flood inside her, up sipping into the depths of her womb before some of it drips back out, staining their tights with sticky warmth.

Her hands flow to his neck, gripping him tightly as she pulls her hips to him and continue to pound onto his streaming c**k, riding him through their waves of pleasure. Noah lets everything go in this exact moment — his worries, his fear — and he stills, letting her hold his slumped body; letting her have him, pumping him out of his seeds once more.

She jerks her head back, looking at him with too wide eyes, almost fearful, and yet still seemed so taken by her instincts, she can’t stop the movement of her hips, her pace erratic and jerky as her inside clenches, clamping down around him so tightly that it triggers another wave of release.

Noah feels himself shutters at her frantic thrusting, which gradually falters as she stiffens with the highest moan yet, before going completely still in their embrace. Breathing heavily, they are so close together that he can hear the pounding sounds in their chest in a jumble of heartbeats, unbelievably fast against one another as they lump back against the hut. She has one hand leaning against the wall behind his head, her supple breasts trapped against his raging lungs, while the other slides up his face, trailing up to peck him one last time, sluggish but with a sense of appreciation in her gesture.

Thank you, she seems to say, and Noah can’t help but let heat sheers through his chest, making his insides clench with the kind of ache that’s accompanied by heartwarming pleasure and happiness.

He looks to her as she tilts her head back in tiredness — the kind that he has never seen on her before — face slack and cheeks flushed, turning a dark shade of pink. He reaches out his hand to brush a few wet strands of hair away from her face. His body is losing strength, and so does hers, choosing to lean her face into his chest and shoulder, closing her eyes.

They lay together in a tangle of embrace, still sticky with sweat and s*x, but none seems to mind this small fact for the slightest bit.

For now, everything is great, and he feels contend enough to stay.

They sit side by side leaning into one another until the torch burns out and the hut turns as dark as the night sky outside.

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He can’t bare the thought of leaving her, especially after what happened. Even if the opportunity to leave presents itself, Shuri shows signs that she is unwilling to leave the island. Because of that, Noah decides to stay with her, no matter what happens. He still has plenty of things to figure out about living on the island, but he’s slowly learning, gradually.

They are planning to expand the hut before the season ends, with her leading in the construction and critical details, while Noah tries to help out in some of the heavy duties, now that it’s clear that he is here to stay. Shuri has salvate an axe from years ago, which already show signs of rust, but still good to use after a bit of leaning up. It’ll surely make chopping down woods a little bit easier, though Noah admits he still struggles in weaving the leaves for their new walls and ceiling.

THE END