Jungle Fever
A new fantasy story by MacsLovlyAngl (lovlyangl)
I do not own the Mac and Stella, Just the story my mind created.
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What happens when Stella is pushed off the small launch she had hired to take her deep into jungle. Now lost and on her own, she will have to try and survive. With no weapons, no protection from the dangers that lurk in jungle, she knew she may very well die.
Watching her from the shadows was a tribal man known as McCanna. Born king to the jungle fifty two years ago, he learned how to survive and live with his tribe people known as the Mombasa's. That was until man decided to invade their jungle and kill his people. He could still remember the evil men treating him as a dog. Dragging his small body to civilization, a place he despised for years.
At the age of twenty, he decided the human race was never for him. Leaving it all behind he ran back to his jungle, alone. That is until that one night thirty two years later he seen her. The dark haired beauty that wore the Mombasa charm. His queen, the one he had been told would come and save his world. Filling it with children, hope and love. Admiring her slender form he felt the shudder hit his every nerve in fevered passion.
It had been years since he dared to touch a womans flesh. Since he dared to feel the passionate fires of their souls. Feeling his organ stiffen, he tried to control his animal urges. Slowly moving in towards the beautiful creature that had invaded his home, he sniffed the air and inhaled her light perfumed skin.
"Who's there?" she panicked with fright.
Not hearing any sounds, she curled closer under the jungle leaves.
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Chapter one
One Week Earlier.
Stella... yelled her guide. Come here please." Walking towards the light, she tried to hide herself from the mosquitoes that were giving her bites.
"What is it my guide? Why must you always bring me out when the mosquitoes are biting?"
"They are always biting Stella. This is the jungles, what did you expect? Flowers and sunshine?"
Stella laughed. She was happy with the choice her uncle had made for her guide. She could still remember her uncles words... "Stella my beauty, I give you Rashim as your guide. Not only because he is wise, but also he is old and I know you will only concentrate on your studies."
Always her uncle worried about her finding a man and leaving him behind.
Still a virgin at the age of forty, she could care less what others thought. Sure she may have been a spinster, but that was her choice, her choice to live only for her studies of the jungles. For some reason they had always ruled her. Called her, telling her to follow her heart back home. Home... the place she had only heard about from her uncle at night, when he would tell the story.
Coming back from her daydream she heard...
"Now Stella, as we travel by a small launch on friday you are not to venture anywhere near the back of the boat. Strange things have happened deep in the jungle. The evilness that lurks there is unpredictable and dangerous. You are to stay by my side. Understand?"
"Yes my guide, please stop worrying," said Stella.
"I'll always worry my beautiful Stella. Now off with you. Go visit the little village before we leave."
Walking through the path she arrived at the little village. Stopping by each table, smiling, she noticed the little shop off by itself at the edge of the path. Walking towards it, she noticed the elderly lady smiling at her.
"Hello my child. What would you like to buy today?"
As Stella looked along the table she noticed a beautiful handcrafted necklace that had a pure ivory medallion on it. Picking it up, she noticed the symbol. "Excuse me, what does this symbolize?"
"It's the sign of the Mombasa people. Their tribes ruled this jungle years ago. It is said that one still runs wild, deep within this jungle. Waiting, stalking, for his mate to come home."
Stella was intrigued. She wanted to hear more about these people and their tribe. Always she had this craving that something had called her here, called her to come home. Twice now today, she had said that. "Home, coming home." I would like to purchase this please, how much?"
Smiling the lady said... "for you my Mombasa queen, it is free. Take it, this way if you are lost, McCanna will know who you are." Placing it on Stella's neck she felt a shiver down her spine. She felt her body heat, as the flame traveled to her very core causing her to softly purr.
Trying to say thank you, wouldn't come. Stella felt like she was in another place. A place where she felt safe, warm and erotically loved. "Who's McCanna?"
"You will learn of him soon, my queen. Be on your way now, I must close shop."
As Stella walked along the path she turned back and noticed the little shop had disappeared.
tbc...
By MacsLovlyAngl (lovlyangl)
I do not own Mac and Stella. Just the fantasy story I've created.
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