Amufa travelled by night, staying clear of the main road. The youthful beauty had no intention of meeting friend or foe as she trekked into the jungles toward the Zqiq lands. She came from the jungles elsewhere in Uchlor Chal , but her tribe was conquered and erased from the great barbarian continent long ago. She adapted in the only way she could; through being unrelenting. The familiar tropical climate made for easy travel. Even shielded from the blistering sun under the lush green jungle canopies, the warmth and humidity would bother most outsiders, but not her.
After several days of travel, she encountered tribal statues with vibrant black, orange, and white paints that resembled a tiger, but the statues weren't intimidating in appearance. She marveled at the ten-foot statue of a man with his hand on his chest and his arm stretched out, studying it for a moment. She sensed power; a sorcery that slowly echoed from her shoulders, to her chest, down to her knees. 'The pig merchant was right,' she thought, believing that magic stones were real. He also gasped that the Zqiq were peaceful. Mere steps away was a shallow slope that led to hotspring of crystal clear waters beneath the dense, jungle canopy. Part of staying alive in the brutal world was keeping herself refreshed, and with nobody around, now was the time for a break in the shade.
Wasting no time, she slipped off her bandeau, her tanned, heaving bosom gently bouncing free from captivity. She unfastened her robe, allowing her naked body to be wrapped in the radiating warmth of the spring. Amufa quietly paced into the water until submerged to her thighs, to not alarm any nearby predators. She took a pinch of a lavender oil, which she turned into a lather by rubbing her hands vigorously, and began, massaging her body and muscles and a relaxed pace. Up her legs to her thighs, she moved her arms encompassing her womanly regions, lathering her slit, then moving back to her haunches. A delightful quiver trembled through the heart of her femininity and she exhaled, relieving her temporary stresses.
She relished sexual release, and for as much as she loved pleasure, she scarcely found a lover worthy. She rubbed herself sensually, knowing her own desires, and quickly brought herself to the end he of climax. "Mmmmmmm," she hummed, restraining herself from making too much noise. She briskly increased pace until she felt the her body rumble in orgasmic pleasure. After a few moments, her body relaxed, her mind cleared.
Exhaling, she grabbed another dab of oil and continued lathering up her abdomen to her breasts, she caressed each breast with as much as her hands could cover. She moved her sudsy hands in a circular motion over her erect, chestnut areolas and moved to her supple neck. Rubbing her hands together more feverishly to make use of all of the lather, she then ran her fingers through her thick, long raven locks, tossing her hair playfully. She closed her eyes and submerged herself, arising slowly out of the waters. Drenched hair partially obstructing her sight, she noticed movement from the corner of her eye.
"Good tidings, stranger," called out a younger man, about 15 years old she guessed. Slender and athletic with brown skin and only a pelt loincloth, his wiry arms quickly waved in friendship, she didn't perceive him a threat, but still elevated her guard.
"Peeping at me while I bathe, is that how you say hello?" she responded, nodding toward his manhood, beginning to stiffen under his loincloth.
"Pardon me, traveler" he smiled, bashfully. "I was not expecting to find you here. I am Anizak, my tribe's lands are beyond the ridges yon." Still smiling, he put one hand on his chest, a gesture of friendship, the other waving toward him. "Are you friend?"
"I am, Anizak" she replied.
"Come friend, we feed you and help you get back to your travels.."
'It can't be this easy,' she thought, surveying his demeanor and shifting her focus to the emerald around his neck. It was bigger than the merchant's gift she had hidden away.
She exited her bath, feeling clean and refreshed. She slowly dressed, knowing her young host would be peeking. She was already thinking ahead, thinking of what to ask him to not sound suspicious while flashing him a playful smile, knowing the young man yearned for her, like every other man. "Tell me of your tribe, sweet Anizak," she conversed, fastening her robe before walking with the young man towards his village..
"We are simple farmers and gatherers, and friends. Our gods smile upon us., they give us what we need and we are thankful and happy.. We've no need for bloodshed.."
"In these lands?"
"Uchlor Chal can shed blood as oft as it wants, but we do not."
"Barbarians do not show mercy to those they conquer," she prodded, suspecting there was something more.
"But they do not come here. They fear the power of our gods. They dare not step in our village. Come, I will show you."
They carried on the conversation, opportunities were bountiful for Anizak to gawk at his lithe, buxom guest, while Amufa did not bring up him watching her masturbate earlier.
