It's all such a sweet daydream, the tribal me. Lost in the wilderness in a most primitive world, relying on our wits and our passions to survive. Just a daydream that one man could make come so true.
For more than six months he had waited for this moment. A real man could wait a lifetime and never have this chance. He watched his brother tribe's warrior woman make my way through the camp and then into the woodlands. He would feel his loins urge him forward, his every step exciting his maleness even more. Over the campfire I had made it clear, only a man who bested me in combat would have me as a woman now. Slowly he rose and made his way in the direction I had taken. He would best this vixen for he would not be denied my body. He would not be denied me.
Most men feared me, the strong woman. He knew in his heart he loved this one so beautiful, so much woman, but trying so much to be the alpha of her tribe. There was a mate somehow in her lodge but it did not concern him, the alpha of his band. My message was clear though, I could not be courted as a female. I demanded to be conquered before I could be taken. Through the forest he moved, his maleness growing more excited with the thoughts of her and then suddenly the world became so very quiet.
There in the clearing I stood, watching his approach. My green eyes stared at him, my gaze never diverting as I appraised my opponent.
"You will challenge me," I growled in a low, lusty voice. "As a warrior or as a man?"
"I will take you in both ways," he answered, watching my eyes widen for just a moment. "I will have my way with you."
In a blink he lunged at me, our bodies locked together in the struggle. A strong woman, but not as strong as the male excitement his member showed through his cloth against my thigh. Our breath came in gasps and then he twisted me to the ground. For just a moment I sprawled before him, panting as I looked up, and then I lunged, tackling him to the moss covered earth. With all our strength we wrestled for the advantage, our bodies pressed tightly against each other. His manhood was enraged in its need for me but I would not be an easy capture. I am a woman to be conquered.
It was only as the sun began to turn to darkness did my strength begin to desert my soul. On and on we had struggled, slowly the advantage moving to his favor until finally, as the rays of the golden disk began to slip below the horizon, I lay pinned under his body, my arms held by his knees, my pants of combat now gasps of exhaustion.
"Now?" I whispered.
His hands tearing my leather halter off my body was my answer. He tossed the fabric aside, looked down and gasped. He had been with a woman but never one so magnificent. Slowly he stood, staring down at the beautiful badges of my pride I carried on my chest. Shyly I covered each with my hands and turned my head away in modesty. He sank down again, catching my wrists and pulling my hands away. My breasts swelled, my nipples hardened and he whispered, "I will have my way."
Slowly he fitted his body to mine, where we had wrestled now he kissed, feeling me against his body as he found my lips, my throat and then my chest. He ripped his cloth away as his mouth found my breasts and began to feed. I moaned once and then again as he ripped away my last modestly from my womanhood.
