Author's note: Here's where it gets a bit... dirty.
I'm a little embarrassed, but it's the story that came to me.
Read, review, enjoy!
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She invited herself in.
Lilika knew that to move too fast would scare him off, but her body had it's own needs, it's own sense of urgency. And she was a warrior. She sat him down with one hand, and took a seat on the bed next to him. He was still in a state of shock, so she spoke first.
"I know you and Kisala have feelings for each other. I don't want to mess that up. But you've been distracted, preoccupied in battle. Remember in the Gladius Towers, when those Ancient Barons knocked you out twice, before we could assist you? We almost lost you there, and would've if I hadn't stocked up on those extra resurrection vials. Remember? You needed three!"
A visibly shaken Jaster replied. "I had no idea I was so transparent… Do you think she knows?"
"That's not the point. You are a man, with a man's needs. Kisala's still a girl; she lacks confidence, wants to take things slow. According to the save file, it's been 68 hours and 20 minutes since you left Rosa and started this journey. You've been too busy for romance…"
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She knew she had to talk fast, before she lost him.
"On Juraika, men and women of the same tribe don't get married or have children. The tribe is too small, we would have no choice to inbreed. Instead, the tribe's warriors raid other villages for captives, and breed with them. In this way the tribes intermingle, and share advances in hunting and medicine.
But this takes time. A tribesman must be very skilled before he can raid an enemy village. It can take years of training. In the meantime, that person has needs, like anyone else…"
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"What does this have to do with me?" Jaster blurted, and Lilika took his hand.
"If a warrior is hungry before battle, he cannot fight. If he is tired, he cannot fight. If he is sick, he cannot fight. The beasts of the jungle would sense weakness, and kill him.
Therefore, the tribe must support it's warriors. They must be kept well fed, rested, and uninjured. This is the responsibility of the whole tribe."
"The same goes for… other needs." She blushed slightly, smiled. "Man or woman, sometimes the needs of the flesh can distract. These must be taken care of.
Again, this is the responsibility of the tribe."
He stood up, and this time it was his turn to blush. "I'm not really…."
"Hush." She guided his hand under her shirt, and held it to her breast as she spoke.
"Normally, any village girl would be happy to do this, to help strengthen a warrior. If nobody else was around, a sister or grown daughter could help… As long as it didn't go too far."
Here, it's me or Kisala. And Kisala is too shy. So let me help you relax. There's no shame in it. Kisala need not ever know, and it's not like we are doing anything wrong. Besides, I need this too..."
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Without further ado, she pushed him back down on the bed, and straddled him. She could feel his traitorous manhood straining against her already. She started kissing his neck, grinding her hips slowly on his lap while she worked at the jumpsuit's zipper. Gods, she had never felt such heat!
He finally gave in, burying his face in her ample cleavage. Her nipples poked through the thin fabric of the tank top, as if yearning for release. She helped him take it off, after she had worked the zipper to his waist. Her hips had a mind of their own, but that would have to wait…
She untangled herself from him, and he reluctantly let go. His chest was heaving, his face flushed. Sweat rolled off his tanned chest, so young and strong. Gods, she thought. He is so strong!
"That may come later, but we need to take care of you first. That's my duty. Besides, it's more fun this way."
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She finished unzipping his zipper, and pushed his jumpsuit down past his waist. His penis sprung up, erect, already glistening. He was halfway done already, it looked like. "Well, I better finish it then", she thought with a grin.
Lilika worked one hand up and down on his smooth shaft, while the other massaged his buttocks. She could tell he was inexperienced, but that was all the better for her. It would make him easier to train.
Jaster groaned. She knew he wouldn't last long, but she was determined to leave a good impression. She slowly slid one hand along his impressive length, and cupped his heavy balls with the other. She slid over to face him, their bodies only a few inches apart. He ravished her breasts, kneading them with both hands and sucking greedily on her nipples.
She finally kissed him, and found out that he was practiced at that. His tongue lost no time in exploring her mouth before meeting her own. They kissed deeply, and long. The heat in her loins turned to fire.
Lilika could tell he could last no longer. She slid up even closer to him, and rubbed his cock against her firm tummy while his arms encircled her neck. "It's alright", She whispered. "I don't mind".
She moved her belly against him, her hands and navel sandwiching his shaft and holding it tightly. He started to twitch and buck his hips, losing control. He sprayed his hot seed all over her with a loud, manly roar. She stifled it with her lips before it could call the whole ship in there. It sounded like that of a beast; and the last thing she wanted was the entire crew bursting in on them, guns drawn. Wouldn't that be a sight!
His cries of passion probably alerted everyone still on the Dorganark. Zegram would know what the sound was, anyway. She didn't care.
Nothing else mattered, because she had finally found her warrior.
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Her last thought was about hot coffee.
Juraika blend.
