The morning started out the same as many at the lagoon. There was a light rain falling but that always seemed more refreshing than a bother. The temperatures were almost always perfect so the rain merely cleaned and freshened everything. I had pushed myself as tight to b**st as I could possibly be, probably an u*********s reaction to the rain. Not being uncomfortable enough to actually get up and go into the hut.
Once awake, I made my way to the lagoon and had my morning swim. This time getting to the far side at the breakers. I crawled out and over the rocks and sat on the other side and watched out over the far horizon of water, blurred by the light rain and clouds. I was paying closer attention to the life I might see out there, wondering if there was a way to get the binoculars out here. I wasn’t sure if getting them wet would cause a problem but didn’t want to chance it. I needed to complete my inventorying of the equipment in the supply cave. My Predator friends may have included something that would be a water-tight container or bag. I had recently seen what I was sure to be a whale (or something similar) breaching the ocean surface. And there were always the dolphins that would come into the area.
I returned directly back to the beach figuring I’d get to the waterfalls to clean up later. I wanted to take the raft out with my bow and stock up on some fish. I liked to cook and dry some of it to use for a jerky for days traveling. I had rigged an arrow with a light string for fishing so it could be retrieved with (or without) a fish. I was pulling the raft down to the edge of the water when b**st came up, grabbed the rope in his jaw and pulled going into the water.
‘Thanks. I made the raft stable but I made it heavy, too. Plans for today?’
‘Hunt outside now.’
‘Okay, I need to go out later and find some birds for my supply. Can I let you out now, do my fishing, and then meet up later after I hunt, too?’
‘Okay. Want big a****l. Want some left?’
‘I would love some of your leftover. Thanks.’
I walked the rope up onto the beach and wrapped it around a rock. I turned, walked back to him and directly to his face, put my hands on either side of his face, ‘I want you now. Is that okay?’
‘Now? Can’t wait to later?’
I verbalized, “What?? You don’t want to?”
He turned his head and licked my forearm, then raised his head, moved in close and licked each breast. Then he raised his head and licked my mouth and opened his and we kissed. I pulled back, ‘You tease. It wasn’t enough that at first my mind was blown that you could understand me. Then my mind blew further that now I can understand you. But now you are teasing me?’
‘No, don’t be sorry. I love that you are growing in our communication and relationship. Now, follow me, I want you to fuck the hell out of me. In fact, I want to try something new. I’ll be right back.’ I ran into the hut and returned, my breasts bouncing as I ran, with a short section of rope that I had tied a loop into one end. I had a devilish grin on my face. I led him over to the tree we had used before when I was on my back and allowed a good elevation for him to enter me.
I lay on the tree with my legs open and I was holding the rope with one hand through the loop and holding the rest of the rope coiled. He looked at me, ‘Ready? Lick you?’
‘I am pretty sure I am ready. I’ve been thinking about this all morning. But you want to lick?’
‘Yes, lick you.’
You can’t complain about a lover that wants to lick your pussy. I sure wasn’t going to. I loved his tongue on me almost as much as his cock. But his knot far exceeded both. I raised my ass to give him even better access to me. I loved how that big tongue covered such a large surface. Meaning to lick my pussy, he would start at my ass and running through my pussy, over my clit and onto my mound. Long licks with that wide, slightly raspy surface. And each lick made my asshole pucker with the touch, my pussy lips open slightly and my clit tingle as the surface dragged over it. And, of course, the more he did it, the more stimulation he gave me and the more leaking juices I provided to him to lick up. I finally reached down and pulled his head up to indicate that I wanted the next stage.
He didn’t move up obediently. He lingered for a few more licks between my legs, then onto my stomach, then each breast and nipple were tormented by his tongue before licking my chest and face, stopping momentarily to kiss and share tongues in each other’s mouths.
‘I want you to enter me. And I want your knot. Then I have something I want to try, so after knotting me, be patient, please.’
I giggled. Such a curious b**st. ‘Just fuck me. That’s first.’
He did. He moved up higher, I reached down, found his protruding cock and guided the tip into me. Once in, he immediately began growing and spurting his pre-cum which provided even more lubrication that would be needed for taking his beautiful knot. He starts humping me and I wrapped my legs around his midsection but loosely to provide him with the mobility he needed to work his way fully into me. I was already moaning when I felt his knot hitting my pussy on the outside. I used my hands against the fallen tree to brace myself as he started to push to get the knot inside. At the same time, I tried to apply pressure in the opposite direction to provide assistance. We pushed and struggled and I wiggled my ass to gain ground on stretching my pussy lips around his knot when I began to feel progress and the knot stretching me and slowly moving forward micro-inch by micro-inch. Then, it popped in. We were tied.
‘Wait, please. Let me catch my breath.’ Once a little collected, I asked him to be still and with my hand in the loop, I threw the coiled rope over his shoulders. I reached for it with my free hand, found it and pulled to take out the slack.
‘Can you lean down onto me now?’
He did and felt the weight of his body on me and I pulled in the rest of the slack in the rope. I wrapped my free hand into the rope so I was now tight against his chest and my legs around his mid-section with my ankles hooked.
‘Okay, can you get up now with me?’
He did and my back cleared the fallen tree.
‘Are you okay? I’m not too heavy?’
I giggled, ‘You’re not.’ I giggled, again. ‘I want you to walk, if you can.’
He went down the beach a short distance. The sensation was amazing. Knotted, his cock and knot moved inside me with every move and step he took. Each shift in weight to prepare for the next step. Each fall of his feet with each step. The swaying of my body under him as a result of each of these sent jolts through my body. My nipples pressed into his underside, rubbing with the movement and swaying sent its own tingles to mix with those coming from my pussy and clit. My entire body felt ready to melt into aroused, sensual signals all crashing against each other and reverberating throughout my body. I was cumming and he wasn’t yet. That meant I would again. I always did when he shot off inside me with the knot. And sure enough, in the midst of my orgasm, I felt him twitch inside, he stopped and tensed, and spurt after spurt he came inside me. I felt his cum against my walls, coating me, filling me, filling me more than I could ever remember. My muscles in my arms went slack and I sagged from him briefly.
When my orgasm on top of my orgasm finally settled, I once again mumbled my love and appreciation to him. We were tied and if the past was any indication, we would be for fifteen to twenty minutes more.
‘Okay, b**st? Need to put me down?’
‘Yes, okay. No, want walk. You okay?’
‘I’d love a walk. You know I’ll probably cum again?’
‘Yes, that idea.’
He started out walking along the beach, but then started trotting which sent impossible jolts from his knot against my g-spot which shot through my body like electricity. Then he went into the shallow water so my back and ass just broke the surface but his legs splashed everywhere. When he exited back to the sand, he took off on a trot and then a slow run along the wet sand at the edge of the water. The jolting from swaying, steps, and impacts sent my pussy and clit in orgasm heaven. I started to orgasm and continued from one to the next to next. Maybe they never finished, just building on top of each other. My mind was a blank. All there was left was flashes from orgasms. Then the knot slipped out and my ankle lock gave out and my feet were dragging in the sand. He stopped, lowered his hind legs to sitting and lowered his front until I was in contact with the sand. I let go of the rope and I lay gasping, panting for my breathing to even out. He lay next to me and started cleaning his cock. I raised my hand to him ‘No, let me, but give me a minute.’
Once I was a little more recovered, I did just that. I crawled to him, moved his hind leg out of the way and licked and sucked his cock and knot of our mixed juices and cum. When satisfied, I kissed the tip and sat back.
* * * *
After taking b**st through the tunnel and opening the door, we agreed to meet up late afternoon when I would also probably have completed my hunting. I watched him trot off to the north. When he was out of sight, I turned, closed the door and returned to the lagoon. I got my bow and the modified arrow with the string. I pushed the raft into the water and using the paddle, moved out into the area above the first drop-off. I watched at an angle that would not shift my shadow that might startle the fish. I kept repeating to myself to remember to adjust for the light refraction caused by the water. It was slow going so I cheated and threw out some insects and grubs I found in the area. Soon there were a number of different fish appearing to check out the food source. I made my choices and took careful aim and let the arrow fly. I missed and neglected to properly allow for the light refraction. I let the area calm and got another target. The second time was successful. After getting several more, I was satisfied.
I checked the sky, felt I had time for a swim. I returned the raft to shore and swam out to the middle and curved over to the east toward the waterfalls. I cleaned up there and walked to the hut for the gear I would take for today’s hunt. This was a casual event for me. Something I have routinely done in the past. Gone out for a few hours to get a few birds to supplement my meals. I was only taking my bow and a quiver of arrow, my knife attached to my left thigh, and of course my boots.
On the other side I followed a game trail I had used a number of times and had repeated success. Approaching the area, I was interested in I was surprised by motion to my left. I turned and was confronted by a group of the gorilla a****ls. The group consisted of two males, two females and three young. While processing this encounter of gorillas only thirty feet from me, I was aware of movement to my right in a tree. Cautiously, I turned but with glances back and forth finally found the source of the movement in the tree. It was two boys from the native people standing on branches and clinging to the trunk about fifteen feet in the air. The gorillas seemed curious but the boys were terrified. But my sudden presence seemed to concern the gorillas more.
Then to make things more confusing, I heard more movement through the undergrowth from my back. I anticipated it might be b**st so I called out to him, “b**st?” No answer. Then I knew it wasn’t b**st because I heard more movement ahead of me. I had an arrow already on the string of my bow in case I saw some game and I slowly turned to look behind me. There was nervous movement from both the gorillas and the boys now. As I made the 180 degree turn, a dog came crashing into the open. I brought up my bow quickly while pulling back and instantly sent the arrow into the skull of the lead dog. I immediately drew another arrow as another dog came from the same direction and hit that one in the front of the chest. Two down, but how many are coming?
I heard more commotion behind me, drew another arrow and spun back, found a dog charging the gorillas and hit it in the side right behind the front legs. I drew another arrow and scanned for my next best target when I spotted a female gorilla chasing down a young, catching it but now twenty feet away from the rest of the group. A dog was now between them and the group and leapt at the female. The female dropped the young to take on the dog. Another dog was already approaching the young now that it was on its own on the ground. I took careful aim and hit it in the side behind the front leg. I ran for the young, grabbed it and swung it onto my back having seen the adults do that with the young. The young did grab onto me and hung on. I yelled again, “b**st! Help!” I took another arrow, strung it, and looked for my next target. A dog was jumping at the tree with the boys in it but did not seem likely to be able to reach them so turned my attention elsewhere.
I eased my way back to the female who retrieved the young off my back. Before I could act again, I sensed something to my side, saw a dog in midair and dropped to the ground just in time to avoid being hit. I dropped my bow in the process and while focusing ahead of me could not located it without taking my eyes off the dogs in front of me. The one that missed me was now joined by another and were squared off in front of me ready to charge. My confidence was waning. One dog I figured I could handle but two? In the next instant they were rushing toward me when one of them was suddenly pulled away but I was totally focused on the remaining one. My knife drawn, I waited until the dog was in the air, crouched and drove my knife into its stomach, twisted and pulled it out. I turned and followed the body to the ground and thrust again into the side of the head with both hands. I looked up and saw the larger male with the other dog in its hands. I came up to him and drove my knife into the side of the dog, killing it in the gorilla’s hands.
I looked for my bow, saw it, but was stopped by the appearance of more dogs. I backed defensively and bumped into the gorilla behind me. I took two steps forward to give myself room to react when a black monster landed in their mist and dogs went flying. I replaced my knife and found my bow again. b**st pulled back and I took up position next to him. As a dog tried to approach from the side, I shot him in the side. Another jumped for b**st but was met by b**st’s large paw and was sent into the nearest tree. The dog was stuck to the tree which didn’t register immediately until I noticed that it was impaled on a broken branch. The dogs seemed to have had enough and slunk off back into the jungle. I went around the carnage, retrieving my arrows and making sure the dogs were dead. They would be food for the many scavengers of the jungle tonight.
b**st and the gorillas appeared to be in defensive posture towards each other. I walked between them, put my hand on b**st’s head and said, “It’s okay. We all helped each other against a common danger. Everybody relax.” I heard “Good”, but I heard it twice. I looked at b**st and then the largest gorilla who had moved several steps closer to me. I stepped to him and said, “You understand me?”
“How you speak like us?” And then it hit me that during all this, the gorillas must have been communicating back and forth for their defenses and along the way, my processor was accumulating data for the language.
“Hard to explain. Friend?”
I walked to the tree that held the boys. They were talking and calling out. From the earlier contact with the people on the plains and the talk from the boys now, I was also getting feedback on conversion for them. I said, “Get down.” They didn’t move and only looked at b**st and the gorillas. I asked b**st to back up and give them more room. “Get down now or I’ll come up and throw you down.”
They came down. I held each boy by the arms and walked them toward the others. b**st came up. I looked at the boys and told them to stay still. I asked b**st to lie down on his side. I asked b**st to open his mouth and I put my hand inside, and then asked for a kiss. I pulled the boys forward and put their hands on b**st’s side. The gorillas were watching all this and especially the young ones. The one that ran off earlier ran up to me and grabbed my leg. The female approached tentatively and stopped five feet away. I picked up the young one (amazingly heavy) and put him on b**st’s back. The female became agitated but the male stopped her. The other two young broke away from the adults and jumped on me also, knocking me over. Laughing, I got back up and put them on b**st’s back also. Soon the boys were also playing on b**st with the gorilla young.
I walked around b**st and the noisy young and stepped to a point just in front of the gorillas. Putting my back to them was also purposeful to show my trust. I heard movement and the gorillas stepped up to be alongside me. The female touched my shoulder and the large male did also. I looked up at them and smiled. For the first time I had the real opportunity to gage them when close enough. The larger male when standing was at least eight feet tall. In the classic crouch he was five feet. And the rest of his body was proportioned like a gorilla. He was huge. I said, “Good” and pointed the gorilla and people young together.
“Good”, they said. “Thank you”
In front of us came eight of the native people with bows and spears at the ready. I held up my arms and said, “No. Friends. Look.” I pointed to the young playing and then at the dead dogs around us. I walked around the young and b**st and approached them and indicated to lower their weapons.
I indicated the dogs and what had happened and that the boys had been in the tree. The boys seemed to just notice their people at that time and rushed to them talking and laughing. I understood some of what they were saying which related more detail to the events with the gorillas and dogs and my and b**st’s appearance. They seemed satisfied, talking among themselves quietly. Pointing to the boys they said, “Thank you.” Pointing to the gorillas they asked, “Friends?”
I turned to the gorillas and looked. I took two steps toward the gorillas and asked them, “You and the people, friends?”
The large male looked at me and then at the people. He looked back at me, “Friends, if good for you.”
“They are good for me.”
I turned back to the people, “They are friends if you are friends and I am friend with both of you. Friends?”
“Yes. Thank you.”
“Talk to your people. The dogs are making the jungle dangerous. For all of us.”
The people left.
I returned to b**st, dropped my bow next to him, took a young off him and then another and held them on my hips and walked them to the females. The large male walked up to b**st and carefully took the other off b**st. b**st and he were wary of each other still. Two dominant males may be the last to totally accept each other.
The gorillas turned and left. b**st and I were left alone. I asked him, “Are you okay? Hurt anywhere?”
‘No, good. You?’
‘I’m good, too. Thank you for coming. This was a bad one. The dogs are getting more aggressive to come this far into the jungle and attack the gorillas and me.’
‘You did well, Alexa. You didn’t need me, I don’t think.’
I looked at him and hugged him. ‘I always need you.’
‘No, I didn’t get a chance to get my birds. And I want the others to get further away. We don’t need them to know where we live. Walk with me, please. With each of these battles, my need to be close to you increases. For security, for reassurance that you are here, with me, for me. Understand?’
‘Alexa. I will be here for you. You will be for me. We know that. This place dangerous, but mostly dogs. Otherwise, good. Good home.’
I had to agree. This was, indeed, feeling like a good home in the making.
* * * Part 19 will follow * * * Thanks for reading.