June 28th
Nat woke up to the sound of birds squawking loudly nearby. It was bright out, probably just before mid-day. As he fell asleep the previous night, he had heard a few odd sounds in the distance periodically, but nothing like he now heard in the daytime. He stretched and, standing up for the first time in the hut, walked over to eat the fruit RIsty had left him. It struck him that she had purposefully left the fruit by the fire so the smoke would keep bugs off it until he was hungry.
"Wow, that's genius," he said aloud. They appeared to be mangos or breadfruit of some kind, yellowish in color, with a melon-like semi-hard shell. He wasn't sure how to get them open. There was no way Risty would have left anything sharp around for him to use. He scooted over and looked out the semi-open sides of the hut. From where he could see, it was situated in a large tree, perhaps 30 feet in the air, which was just inside the treeline off the beach. He tried shaking the hut with his body weight. It was definitely not going anywhere. He wondered if and Risty had made it all by herself. She seemed very clever. The memory of her scent, and body when she had crouched beside him the previous night came into his mind. He suddenly wondered if there were hurricanes on this island.
"Ba! Itaga nang?" A voice suddenly called out from below. There was Risty, red hair ablaze in the morning sun, standing with her hands on her hips about 20 feet from the base of the tree. Nat waved awkwardly, not knowing what to do. He was glad she hadn't abandoned him at least. He peered down at her as she approached the base of the tree. He heard shuffling, and the ladder popped back up into the hut. He could hear the woman climbing up in the hut. On a sudden impulse, he quickly moved around to the far side of the ladder-hole, and crouched down in position to grab her around the neck when she appeared. He heard her stop just as she neared the top of the ladder, though, and a spear was quickly thrust up. This startled Nat such that he fell back onto his rear. Slowly keeping the spear brandished in one hand, Risty soon appeared following it. She must have expected him to try something, as she did not seem surprised. She jabbed with the spear in the air at Naven's direction to back him into the corner. But, having done so, much to Nat's surprise, she deliberately tossed the weapon to the side, and held out two open palms towards Nat.
"Daburee oge ke Nat kuage. Kuage," She said in her dulcet, throaty voice. "Kuage", she repeated once more, spreading her arms. Nat noted for the first time that here were some rags slung over her shoulder, made of some kind of animal skin.
"Kingit'iga", Risty said, dropping the vestments on the floor in front of her. Then, gesturing, "Tash abha."
Nat stood up - still very self-conscious about being naked - and walked over to her slowly. Kneeling down, he picked up the garments; a sort of bandana similar to the one Risty wore, and a briefs-like wrapping with a small loincloth.
"Thanks," Murmured Nat. Risty grunted and nodded, which he took to mean that he was to put them on - which he did. He was pleasantly surprised to note the support offered by the "pants".
"You understand male anatomy pretty well," he commented. "You know what, you ain't bad." He felt much better being clothed, even only partially. She had not given him any shoes, but Nat was not about to complain. Risty crossed her arms and nodded contentedly.
"Nat Gamha nang?" she asked, raising her eyebrows. Nat's blank expression encouraged her to make a gesture towards his stomach. That needed no further explanation, as far as Nat was concerned.
"Yes I'm hungry, let's eat," he replied. Risty grabbed his wrist and pulled him towards the ladder. She pointed down, looking at him hopefully.
"Oh, I know how to climb down ladders alright," Nat told her, excited to be free. He slipped down through the ladder-hole and began to descend. Risty soon followed. While climbing down, he took a look around the immediate area. As he had noted earlier, they were indeed located just inside the treeline, in a small clearing with a few signs of lifestyle on the ground - a fire pit, a spit, various sharp implements, some kind of drying rack for skins, and some weave storage baskets. Oddly there were no signs of where He could see the beach jut through the trees, and feel the sea breeze in full.
"Nice digs!" He exclaimed, looking up towards Risty. His heart stopped as he did so - the breeze was lightly blowing the descending Risty's loincloth to the side, making her rear and pussy fully visible. Nat had not realized she was commando this whole time. He gazed at her bulbous pussy, mesmerized by the furry lips - slightly open, with a bit of the fleshy, elegant folds inside visible. It was no more than 3 feet from his face.
"Tash daga," said Risty, glaring down at him for stopping in the middle of the climb. Firmly, but not roughly, she pushed down on his face with her foot. Nat snapped out of it, and started to descend again - though still in a bit of a daze. Having reached the ground - the ladder was probably about a total of 25 feet high - Nat hopped off. Risty was still about 10 feet off the ground. Nat had a sudden impulse to take off running - but he quickly and correctly supposed he would not get far before being run down, caught, imprisoned again, and maybe eaten. He just stayed where he was and waited for her to descend, trying not to look up. Risty in turn lept down from the ladder.
"So...Where's the food?" Nat asked, folding his arms. "Fooood," he added, gesturing into his open mouth.
"Dabushaa," Risty said, smiling. Then, turning towards the beach, "Cha, tash abha."
She squatted down and opened up a small trap door near the base of the tree, and procured a small stone knife. The hole appeared to be some sort of weapons storage - Nat couldn't believe she was allowing him to see where her weapons were stored. For all practical purposes, she seemed to almost fully trust him now. Either that or, she had determined he was not strong or clever enough to be viewed as a threat. As far as Nat, he figured trying to kill, cross, or run away from the woman would only dramatically increase his chances of dying, as he had already acknowledged his own comparative lack of survival skills. In any case, he had no intentions to do so regardless. He wanted to stay with this Risty, this beautiful wild woman, and see where things went…
"Nang? Tahatmi shubat ke?" Risty asked, looking curiously at him, and then down at her breasts. Nat suddenly realized he had been staring at them. They were so round, and bunched up together as they were in her vest-like accoutrement, he had spaced out gazing at them.
"Rishi oge." Risty shrugged. She turned and headed out towards the beach. Nat followed. As she came out for the tree line, she turned east down the beach, breaking into a jog. Nat did the same, trying to keep up. Despite her height (Nat estimated 5'10'', being as she was just a bit shorter than himself), she had a low carriage when running, with the muscle development of a sprinter. As a result, Nat had to keep a brisk run to keep pace with her. It had been a while since he jogged; he felt sudden exhilaration somehow, running along a sunny beach in the middle of nowhere, half naked, with a beautiful wild-woman.
After running for nearly 10 minutes, they approached an area of the island where the beach slightly sloped, and the vegetation along the treeline was thick. On the beach, there was a rocky area - perhaps a reef - which formed a series of tidepools.
Risty came to a stop. A few moments later, Nat drew up beside her, and held his hands behind his head, trying to catch his breath. Risty was significantly less winded than him - Nat's eyes were drawn to the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest as she breathed.
"Tash pahabu," She said, gesturing for him to follow as she went down towards the rocky tidepools. Nat hesitated, questioning whether it was a good idea to walk around on the rocks barefoot. It didn't seem to bother Risty, but then, probably very few things did.
"Tash mige de Baji! Mige nang?" She pointed to the base of a large black rock, near the edge of a tidepool she stood in. Following her finger, Nat leaned down to look. There was a fairly large number of mussels attached to the rock just above the low tide line.
"Hami," Risty grinned, and procured the knife she had brought from the treehouse. Grasping it with an overhand grip and placing her left hand overtop for bracing, she proceeded to deftly hack at the mussels' attachment to the rock, being careful not to break the shells. One by one they plopped into the shallow pool below. Risty grunted and nodded down at them, as she continued to work at them. Nat carefully stepped into the pool and starting to pick up the fallen mussels. Removing his head cloth, he unfolded it into a makeshift sack, cupping it next to his body with his forearm. He continued to do this until he could not hold anymore (probably about 2 pounds worth).
"Hey, no more hami," he told Risty. She looked over and seeing his hands full, she stopped, sheathing her knife at her side, and stood up.
"Mahe-mahe, cha, tash obe," She said, apparently pleased. Then, she slowly pulled up her loincloth at the front with both hands, forming a place for the mussels. Nat almost dropped his catch. Her entire crotch was visible, and her furry pussy - it was wet from her having been squatting in the water, and a little water stream dripped from the clumped furs. Nat breathed. Risty did not seem to have a concept of his arousal, and nodded for him to snap out of his stupor. Nat walked over slowly and dumped all of the mussels into her makeshift napkin.
"Kuage, kuage," Risty said, clearly in disapproval. Tipping her loincloth, she dumped a portion back into Nat's makeshift cloth.
"Nat'ja," Risty nodded.
"Oh, how nice," Nat commented, trying to keep his cool. He wanted more than anything to taste her pussy - rather than some mussels. He felt it unwise to just go for it, and he certainly had no idea how to ask. Risty jerked her chin, indicating behind Nat, and she walked up the beach, out of the water's reach. She then unceremoniously dumped her catch onto the sand. Nat followed her example.
"Jago hami mishe bi!" Risty announced. She plopped down in a sitting cross-legged position onto the sand. Nat was still hot and bothered - he kept glancing at her now-loincloth-covered groin. Risty gestured with her hands, for him to sit down. Remembering his hunger, and trying to not get an erection, Nat did so. Risty took a mussel from her pile and cracked it at the base, placing it horizontally on her knee and dropping her elbow onto the shell.
"Ah, that's clever!" Nat exclaimed, trying it himself. It didn't work - he only managed to hurt his knee by not setting it in the right spot on his knee.
"Dabushaa, kabe yaka'ige." Risty murmured, shaking her head vigorously. "Migahe."
She took another, and slowly demonstrated how to place it at an angle against one's kneecap, and drop the elbow down at the hinge of the mussel. After just two more tries, Nat had also more or less mastered it - although it was by no means painless. He succeeded in breaking the shells and lapped up the fresh meat inside, following Risty's example. The two sat eating in this manner on the beach until all the mussels had been devoured. Nat was glad to get some protein, and he enjoyed the salty flavor. He wondered if there were any kind of large mammals on the island. It occurred to him that he should probably do some scouting - at least to try and ascertain the size of the island. It seemed to be volcanic, given the presence of a partial reef, and the elevation at the center. If only he could communicate with Risty better.
"Risty Jakabi." Risty said, thumping her ridged stomach with her fist. Standing up, she kicked the leftover shells towards the water. She then lifted up the front of her loincloth lightly with one hand and began casually peeing in the direction of the water. Nat was simultaneously both dumbfounded and aroused. He wondered what it tasted like - he could smell the tangy flavor from where he sat. When she had finished, it abated to a dribble, and Risty shook her hips slightly to rid any stubborn drops. Then, turning to Nat, "Tahatmi shu ke shubat. Bana daga." She began walking up the beach towards the treeline. Nat tossed a few of his shells into the sea before following. Risty worked easily through the thick vegetation, and was considerate enough to hold larger branches and leaves back for Nat as he followed behind her. She zigged and zagged somewhat; Nat thought she must be looking for something, rather than a specific place. Perhaps she was following a scent. Nat watched her muscular body move lithely through the underbrush. There was something very attractive about her, he thought - not just the obvious bodily features of hers which were undeniably sexy, but also how she moved, and how she acted; following her instincts, relying on her intelligence, and navigating through the world around her with determined agency.
They soon came to a little clearing, where a spring in the ground was located.
"Kaba. Tahatmi shubat ah tash shubat ke." Risty told him, pointing at the spring. She squatted down between her legs and scooped up some water with her cupped hands, lapping it up like a cat.
"That's convenient, watering hole right next door to the local restaurant," Nat commented, getting down on his stomach. "Look here, I'm going to show you how to get the best bang for your buck," he said, laying flat and touching his lips directly to the water, he sucked it up directly. It was warm and tangy; probably rich in minerals.
"See? Much more convenient." He pointed at his mouth and the water.
"Mahe. Banga pahabu ah hami mishe'he ke Nat," Risty said, sniffing disdainfully. She continued to drink the water her way. Having finished, she arose an wiped her mouth. Nat pushed himself back to his feet. This island was not so bad after all, he thought. Food, water, and hot women. Risty led on into the brush. They walked for probably about 5 minutes - Risty stopping along the way to pick some blue-green leaves from a flowering plant that was unfamiliar to Nat - before they had turned out to the beach again. This time they had come to some kind of coconut palm tree enclave, situated near some rocks just above the beach slope.
"Tash obe kadju," Risty said. She gestured above their heads, apparently to the coconuts above. She set the leaves she had gathered gingerly on a small rock, and, walking up to one of the trees, embraced it by wrapping both her arms and legs around its trunk. She then jerked her head towards Nat.
"Tash oma ke naju," Risty said. Nat understood her to mean he was to stand on the other side of the tree.
"Mahe, jago duigi ke," Risty said, dismounting the tree and again jumping into an embrace. She climbed up the trunk in this manner about 7 or 8 feet, then, "Jago," to Nat. He in turn hugged the trunk and attempted to move upwards. Progress was slow, and his inner thighs soon began to cramp up, but at least he could manage. His body weight, working in tandem with Risty's pressing on the opposite side of the trunk, bent the tree slightly over. This enabled Risty to climb up over the leaning top on all fours. Clutching the trunk, she kicked off a pair of coconuts, which plopped to the sandy ground nearly 20 feet below.
"There's a woman you never let go!" Nat exclaimed, amazed. He made sure to work his way down slowly so as not to toss her off with the tree's kickback. Once they had safely returned to the ground again, he and Risty picked up a coconut each, and strolled down the beach in a northerly direction.
It was mid-afternoon when they reached the treehouse again. Risty took the coconut from Nat and set it down by the fire pit, along with the leaves she had gathered. She then set about making a fire, while Nat lay down to relax nearby the treeline. He looked out to the sea, thinking.
"How did I even get here," He said aloud. He vaguely remembered a fire breaking out on a cruise ship, the ship on which he had been on his honeymoon. Laura. His wife, whom he had married only a few days prior - at least he assumed it must be no more than a few days. He remembered them being ushered into lifeboats, Laura a few runs before himself. Beyond that he couldn't remember; he must have capsized in the sinking ship's vacuum, being washed ashore on this island soon after. Although grateful to still be alive, he felt a welling of sorrow with the realization that he would probably never see her again - nor anyone else for that matter. Except Risty.
Snapping out of his reverie, he took a glance back at what Risty was up to. She had somehow cracked open the coconuts, and was heating them next to the fire. Nat started to notice though, that she had slipped out her right breast, and squatted by the fire, massaging and working it around the nipple. Nat watched as she squirted some breast milk into the coconuts, before cupping them in her hands and moving them around to mix the contents together.
"Holy - " Nat murmured, walking towards the fire. Risty noted his approach. Grinding up some of the blue-green leaves, she sprinkled them into one of the mixtures, and handed it to him.
"Tash yuma shubat," she said, looking him in the eye evenly.
"Wow...My god…" Nat murmured, taking the natural bowl with both hands. Slowly sitting down by the fire, he drew it too his lips. It smelled strange, sour, but intoxicating, with a soothing scent apparently coming from the crushed leaves. Risty also sat down, and motioned for them to have a toast. She bumped her coconut against his and threw her head back to guzzle its contents. Nat followed her example. The smooth rich flavor (though slightly bitter with the ground leaves) rand down his throat as he drank all of the contents, stopping for breath only once. Just imagining her beautiful breasts and drinking her milk made him get quite the boner.
"Mahe bi." Risty smiled. She set her coconut aside, and placed her hands on the ground in front her her in a childlike posture, and watched Nat. She seemed to be waiting for something.
"That...Was too good. Thanks so much Risty, I - " And with that, Nat dropped the coconut and fell straight back. Risty watched him for a few moments, before getting up and dragging his limp body a short distance away from the fire. He was heavily sedated. Resting his head carefully on a clump of vegetation, Risty straightened out his body. Then, she pulled his pants down his legs, revealing his still-erect penis. Risty looked at it carefully, grasping and pulling with her hands. It was her attempt at trying to stroke it. Having done so for a few minutes, she stood up, and slipped out of her own loincloth, dropping it to the ground. She then got down on her knees, sitting on Nat's upper thighs. Gripping the sides of his body firmly with her legs, she began rubbing her crotch against the base and stalk of Nat's erect penis. The lips of her pussy ran along the sides of it as she methodically stroked against it.
"Tahatmi ke keshi," Risty breathed, with a strange expression on her face, "Tash obe."
She hopped forward, landing right onto his penis so that it went fully inside her. Risty had never known such a feeling. Her soft warm pussy embracing Nat's penis gave her such pleasure that she could not keep her eyes open, and she clinched her teeth and groaned - continuing to push up and down, up and down. She dug her hands into the sides of his ribcage, holding tightly to get maximum penetration deep inside her as she rode him. She began to work up a sweat, and picked up the pace. She went until Nat ejaculated. Risty growled and threw her head back in pleasure. Everything had worked out like she suspected it would - though having no knowledge of human sexual behavior, she had seen plenty enough of animals. She kept going until nightfall, as Nat came over and over, probably 4 or 5 times. Then, when she could no longer feel anything coming out inside of her, she finally stopped. She sat motionless for a few moments catching her breath. Then, she slowly stood up and pushed her tousled hair back. She then peered down at her pussy, as if to see if it was still there and in one piece. Having done so, she replaced her loincloth, walked back over to the fire, and took another swig of coconut milk.
