Alice opens the door soon after I knocked and gestures at her sofa, already turning towards her CD player. I'm easier to entrance this time, more receptive, and a memory comes quickly.
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The footprints on the trail are small, shallower than mine, made by a child or a woman. My heart beats faster with anticipation, I haven't been with a woman since I was cast out for messing with the chief's, and I glance along both directions of the trail. The prints I've noticed lead south, winding out of sight through the trees, and I keep to the side as I follow them.
South is where the tribe finds its pleasures: a cliff-edge popular with lovers, the waterfall and its pool. I discount the cliff-edge almost instantly, the sun has not yet risen to its peak and there is only one set of footprints, but the waterfall…
I quicken my pace, moving through the jungle as only a skilled hunter can, and eventually reach the waterfall, crouching just inside the tree-line. The roar of water drowns out all other sound, thick spray obscures where the waterfall meets the pool. A lone woman is expertly scaling the side of the cliff, heading for a rock that overlooks the pool, and I settle to watch her.
Her dive is perfect, cutting into the water like a edged stone, and I straighten as her shadow smoothly moves through the water. It requires only the undoing of a single string for me to be nude and I grasp my spear as the woman arches up to breach the surface. Long raven hair flows down the full length of her back, tilted breasts offer her nipples to the sun, and her toned form glistens beautifully.
The woman's eyes widen when she spots me and she gracefully spins, swimming towards where her clothing lies. She's quicker than a fish and is grabbing for her own spear as I reach her campsite. All adults of the tribe are taught aspects of war and I pause, waiting to see which discipline she knew. With an angry cry she lunges, spear thrust out, and I twirl aside, bringing my spear round to catch the back of her legs with the shaft as she passes.
"Submit and you live."
She snarls, rubbing her legs with one hand. We both know that I won't really let her go, not if I wanted to stay hidden from the tribe.
The woman is more cautious now and advances slowly, jabbing at me. I slide away from her, circling round and positioning her so that she's back between me and the pool. I suddenly charge, ferocious enough that she stumbles backward, and I flip her onto her front as she falls, her breasts leaving indents in the mud of the shore. I take hold of her hair as I stride along the length of her body, dragging her behind me.
She starts struggling when she feels water on her forehead, slender limbs flailing uselessly for purchase. I push her head underwater as I sit at the small of her back, riding her frantic convulsions. Bubbles churn the surface of the water, madly stirring her ungrasped hair, and I partially regret that she's not on her back, that I can't see her eyes. Her undulations are arousing and I scoot back a bit, slipping my hard member into the crevice between her ass cheeks. I'm hunched over by the new position but it gives me more power.
The number of bubbles are decreasing, the woman's movements becoming uncoordinated. I keep pressing her head down until I feel her final gasp and then climb off her body. I take a moment to gather the woman's belongings, intending to leave them in another tribe's land, and mine before returning to where she is still stretched out. Her hands brush against my member when I walk away from the pool, the flesh of her ass silky beneath my stabilizing hand. My new toy will provide me with much pleasure while the tribe marches against those I incriminate in her death. It'll be a total win-win for me!
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