Intended Ch. 01

It is not the only thing that is very exciting, Jakal thought. "Thank you, I will," he answered, returning her smile.

The woman allowed herself to watch the naked man as he waded toward the fall. She had glimpsed his erection and found it both flattering and arousing that he could maintain it in water this cold.

The firm muscles of his back, shoulders and arms rippled with each step. While he stood under the waterfall, Sala envisioned herself sliding her body all over his, then taking that beautiful organ into her mouth. She felt her sex pulling, surging as she watched his drenched skin shine.

At last he returned to where she stood. "You are right. That is...exhilarating," he enthused with a grin, his hair dripping over his shoulders.

After working the foam through their hair, they began rubbing their bodies with the natural soap. Taking a scoop of foam in her hand, Sala waded toward another rock on the other side of the pool so that she could sit on it and wash her genitals. For privacy's sake she turned her back toward Jakal before opening her legs.

It did not matter that her back faced him; the Tracker became even more aroused at the sight of the woman's naked back, tan legs spreading wide, hands disappearing between them. He stopped washing his own body, distracted by watching her touch her most private of places.

Her task complete, Sala had almost completely turned around before he realized he had been staring. Smiling, she waded her way back to him.

"Will you rub the foam on my back?" she requested, turning around and lifting her thick veil of hair.

The man nodded, his mouth too dry to speak. Working in circles, he massaged her back while he worked the soaproot over her sleek, pliant skin. His erection strained painfully; never had he desired a woman so much, never had he been so denied. He had to will himself not to slide his foamy hands to the split between her buttocks.

"Thank you," Sala said after he had finished. "Would you like me to wash your back?"

Again Jakal nodded without a word, turning around and lifting the heavy length of his hair.

Rubbing the muscles of his back in circles as he had done for her, the woman luxuriated in his hard, masculine figure. By the Spirits, she thought, his body is as beautiful as the rest of him. Closing her eyes, she envisioned the powerful muscles of his backside flexing as he thrust into her again and again.

Unbeknownst to her, Sala began caressing his back with slow, sensuous strokes as she fantasized about coupling with Jakal. However, this action had not been lost on him.

When her caressing fingers worked their way down to his low back, he could take the agony no longer. With a deep groan, he turned around and implored at last, "Woman, why do you torment me? You touch me as though you desire me and you use my body while you sleep. When you look at me your eyes and body show your need. I offer myself freely to you. Why do you not wish to share bodies with me?"

Sala froze, stunned at his plea, stunned he had given voice to that which had been torturing them both since the moment he captured her. A man was not usually so forward with a woman. It was up to her to decide whether or not to initiate a coupling. He could indicate his interest, of course, but he typically did so with far more subtlety.

At the same time, a woman either wanted a man or did not want him. Certainly a degree of flirtation or teasing was anticipated in order to prolong or heighten their mutual gratification, but it was understood to be inappropriate to arouse him again and again if she had no intention of sharing furs with him.

Why was she fighting what both of them so clearly wanted? Her attraction to him was undeniable. She enjoyed his company. Was she so stubborn, so inflexible that she would actually pass up an opportunity for real pleasure? Besides, what did it matter? She was leaving anyway.

Jakal's skin flushed at his impulsive outburst. While he had never had problems finding willing partners before, he knew quite well what he had said was not in good form; he embarrassed them both by not demonstrating more self-control. But he really did want to know the answer to his question. He wanted her, she wanted him; why did she resist what was so natural between them? At least now it was out in the open.

"I, I am sorry," Sala began at last, feeling self-conscious and shy. "I do desire you, I do want to share bodies with you."

His forehead wrinkled. "If you feel that way, then why have you not signaled your wish to couple?"

"I, I do not know. I, I find the way the other women compete over you...unbecoming. I did not wish to be like them. Besides, you came for me to capture me, force me to return to the Camp and the Spiritwalker. I did not want to want you but my body would not listen."

The Tracker stifled the urge to smile. "We have much to discuss," he acknowledged. "But since you have made your desire known, will you first allow me to bring you pleasure? It might be easier to have a serious discussion if we...relieve some of the tension we both feel."

A wide grin spread over Sala's face. "Yes, let us pleasure one another. But first, we need to wash the foam from our bodies."

Jakal's laughter rang out into the open air; he had completely forgotten that his hair and body was covered with soaproot. Picking up her hand, he replied, "Come."

The sheet of cold water rushed over them, rinsing the foam from their hair and skin effortlessly. The man turned to the woman beside him and drew her close, pressing his mouth against hers as they stood under the fall. Only the need to breathe forced the end of the kiss.

Sala's legs felt weak. If she had known kissing Jakal would feel this way, she would not have been so reluctant. Not wanting to waste any more time, she grabbed his hand and pulled him from the cascading stream toward the riverbank. They twisted their long hair, squeezing out the excess water, and took turns drying themselves with the pelt towel.

Their still-damp bodies came together, arms snaked around each other, hands stroking backs and waists as they kissed deeply. The woman brought a tentative tongue to the space where their lips met and was pleased to find him eager to accept her. He allowed her tongue to explore his mouth for a few moments before meeting her tongue with his own and finally exploring his partner's mouth.

A groan passed from one to the other, their lips locked together. At last Jakal broke the kiss and looked down into the woman's dilated eyes. "I have wanted to do that since I found you."

"Me too," Sala admitted. "That and more."

He groaned again. "Come, Sala. Lie with me."

The couple ran naked to the lean-to. Snatching the furs from inside, they spread them on a flat area near the shelter. That done, they stood before them, kissing again; this time the man reached one hand to a breast, caressing its beautifully curved shape and stroking his fingers over her hardened nipple.

At the same time, the woman's hand glided down his body, her fingers fondling the sensitive head of his manhood as she felt the lubricating fluid leaking from its tiny opening. Closing her fingers around his hot shaft, she began sliding her fist from base to tip, his foreskin assisting her efforts to bring him pleasure.

Once more they shared a moan between them, and again Jakal broke the kiss.

"Beautiful Sala, I am so close to release with my need for you," he confessed, voice heavy with desire. "If you continue touching me as you are I may not be able to join our bodies together, and I very much wish to do so."

Removing her hand from his organ, she slipped her arms around his neck and kissed him again. Leading her by the hand, Jakal lowered the woman to the silky furs so that she lay on her back.

Lying beside, facing her, he turned her face toward his and kissed her again before his lips drifted to her chin and jaw. He worked his way to one earlobe, then the other, nibbling each while Sala moaned. Grazing her neck and collarbone, the woman cried out again as his mouth contacted her sensitive places.

"Mmm, yesss. Please," she pleaded, begging him to continue. "I need you, need your..."

The man picked up the arm closest to him and caressed the soft skin of her inner arm with his lips and tongue, working his way up. As he passed her underarm, he inhaled. After bathing, her personal scent was rather faint, but his nose was quite sensitive and Jakal groaned as he breathed in her essence. He then moved on to her chest, circling his way to her breasts.

It is so much like my dream, the woman thought as she waited impatiently for him to suckle her sensitive nipples. I cannot believe I almost did not... Her thoughts were cut off as he finally drew one of them into the heat of his wet mouth.

While she arched her back in a silent appeal for him to continue, Jakal explored each hardened tip with his mouth and fingers, alternating his attention from one to the other, listening to Sala moan and sigh beneath him.

At last he drew away from her breasts, eager to explore the rest of her body. Positioning himself between her legs he covered her abdomen with the same licks and nibbles he used before until, unable to wait any longer, she pushed his head toward his ultimate destination.

The man kissed the silky inside of both her thighs, slowly sliding his lips up one leg toward and over her burning sex and back down the other leg, delighting in the shivers it elicited in her.

"Pleeease Jakal," the woman begged, urging him to move on with whatever it was he was planning to do.

With a satisfied smile, the Tracker decided to end her torment. Spreading her legs a little wider, the swollen folds of her womanhood parted before him.

Once again he inhaled her special fragrance; after building her arousal for so long, he could smell her better now and his rigid shaft throbbed in anticipation. He slowly drew the tip of his tongue the length of her entrance, causing the woman to flail about. She was so close to the edge that she was ready to erupt. As he groaned at the taste and feel of her velvety petals covered with her sweet nectar, Sala lay moaning, squeezing her nipples between her fingers.

Jakal licked his way to the top of her slit, finding her button engorged and released from its hood. He lightly blew on it and she screamed, the heat of his breath nearly sending her soaring off the cliff. Lowering his lips to surround the node, he flicked it with his tongue.

"Yesss, yes, YES!" Sala shrieked, bucking, finally finding release.

Following her thrashing body through the wave, Jakal kept his mouth over her bud, continuing to lick it up and down, side to side, around and around. He soon felt her body stiffening, another swell about to crash.

"No, no...oh yes, yes! Yes, Jakal!" she screamed afresh as another wave tore through her.

The Tracker shifted his body up her feminine form until his eyes met hers. Before she could say a word, he lowered his head to kiss her. Tasting herself on his face, her groan vibrated against him.

Bringing her hands to his shoulders, she ran them down his muscular arms. "Please," Sala begged, lowering one hand to his swollen organ, sliding the foreskin back and forth, "join with my body, make me your woman."

They both moaned as he entered her. Placing his hands behind her head, he crushed his mouth against hers as he ground into her pelvis, his shaft pushing deeper and deeper until he was fully sheathed. Jakal then began to pump, building up speed while her body trembled beneath him.

"By the Spirits!" she cried out, cresting yet again.

With a final thrust, shouting her name, he followed her over the edge. Sala's spasms drained his tool of its pent-up seed until finally, at long last, his shuddering body was completely spent.

~*~*~

The cool air of twilight bolted Jakal from his slumber. Darkness approaches already? How can this be, he asked himself, confused. As the fog began to lift from his mind a smile formed; he remembered now the reason for his fatigue.

They had spent the entire morning and most of the afternoon sharing bodies. Perhaps their frustrated desire, once unleashed, led to their urgent, repeated coupling.

He had peaked five times, something he would not have thought possible, but she appeared to have special power over his manhood. Sala erupted with pleasure more times than he could count. She remained in a state of such arousal that after a time merely touching her once in the right place sent her cresting.

He loved the soft, beautiful contours of females and greatly enjoyed coupling with them. He knew he was a considerate lover, one who genuinely derived pleasure from giving pleasure to his partners. Many of the women he shared furs with told him it was so often enough, even those who were joined, so he supposed he felt confident about his skills.

But Sala... There was something about her. He never had such a highly-charged experience with another before, and from her reaction to him he suspected she felt similarly. If he could get his manhood to rise, he would join with her body another time yet this day.

His musings ended when he realized that this day was now almost over and still they had not gathered the food they needed. The extra days of travel and camping made replenishing their reserves even more necessary. I have neglected my duties, he thought, casting a glance toward the naked, sleeping woman beside him.

Reaching for her shoulder, Jakal called in a low voice, "Sala, wake up. Darkness approaches and we must make ready for night."

In a few moments she opened her eyes, still a little sleepy, looking at the man who roused her with a seductive smile.

"Jakal..." she breathed, her mind filled with thoughts of their recent intimacy.

"Sala, we slept the day away," he informed her regretfully. "We did not gather any food, and night approaches yet again."

Sitting up on her elbow, she replied, "So we will stay another night. What of it?"

"You know both you and I have obligations we must fulfill, and each delay reflects poorly on us both."

"Are you saying you regret sharing your body with me?"

"Uh, er, no, of course not. Though perhaps we could have stopped earlier, or not slept afterward."

"I would not trade a single moment of the pleasure I had with you, Jakal. And as for sleep, well, we worked very hard this day." The woman gave him a sly smile. Despite himself, he glanced at her breasts and noticed her dark nipples had once again contracted.

"Sala, you are not taking this seriously."

"Perhaps not. But I can see from your eyes that again you think of coupling with me. So I wonder what it is you actually regret?"

~*~*~

The fish sizzled from the sharpened stick on which it dangled. Thankfully, the Tracker's earlier efforts at securing food that morning proved successful, saving them the drudgery of yet another meal of travel cakes.

The woman's eyes flickered in the active glow of the campfire. "Jakal, I am grateful you caught some fish this morning," she acknowledged as he held another portion of the cooked meat before her. She accepted his offer appreciatively, famished after their day of sexual congress.

"You are welcome," he responded, smiling as he gazed at her, admiring her face in the firelight.

She gasped.

"What troubles you?"

"Nothing," Sala answered. "I am simply...moved by the way your eyes touch me as your hands and mouth touch my body."

Shifting to sit more closely at her side, contacting skin on skin, the man stared into the dancing flame.

"Your touch moves me as well," he admitted, amazed to feel his member twitch yet again as he recalled their lovemaking. How does she possess such power?

"Do you...do you think you could make your manhood rise one more time?"

"It may be possible," he replied, his tone sober. "But we will only know for certain if we try."

The woman looked up to see him grinning at her. She smiled back playfully. "We got plenty of sleep this day," she returned. "I think we will have time to explore the possibilities."

After finishing their meal, they each took a long draught from the river, then washed their hands and faces clean.

Stepping behind her, the Tracker slid his large hands under Sala's garment, lifting the leather higher and higher until he reached her supple breasts. Fingering her erect nipples, he felt the woman shiver against him.

"Oh Jakal," she moaned, pressing her exposed bottom against his body. She stretched her arms back to grasp his muscular buttocks, grinding herself into his groin. A sharp inhalation of breath caught in his throat.

Turning around to face the man who brought her so much pleasure, Sala slipped her arms around his neck, pulling his head to hers. Their open mouths connected, tongues meeting and dancing together, while their lips hummed and aroused groans left them both at once.

Sala's hands rippled down his backbone to the waist of his leather leggings. Grazing his skin, she skimmed her fingers along the top of his garment until they met in front and released the knot. Then, hooking them on either side of his hips, she knelt, sliding the leather from his body. The muscles of Jakal's abdomen quaked under her searing touch and, eyes fluttering closed, he unleashed a moan.

Sala gazed upon the man's twitching but still-flaccid member, nestled in a thatch of dark curly hair, before leaning forward and drawing it between her lips. Even in his softened state, he was nearly too much for her to take, but at last her face met the base of his groin.

She drew back, using her tongue to explore every surface of his organ. Sliding back his foreskin to expose the sensitive tip, the woman looked at it lovingly before engulfing it in her mouth.

"By the Spirits, woman!" he cried, looking down with amazement. "You make me rise again!"

Jakal's manhood began to stiffen as her talented tongue swirled and stimulated its head. Pulling back the covering exposed the membrane connecting it to his shaft, and Sala flicked the tip of her tongue against it over and over, feeling his body shudder under her treatment, fresh groans of arousal rising from his belly.

Gently lifting his member, she flattened her tongue and licked down its length to its base before lowering her head to explore his sacs, moaning as she inhaled his masculine odor.

"Sala," the man implored, placing his hands on her head, "beautiful, magnificent woman. After this I do not think even you will be able to make me rise again this night. I wish to pleasure you and delay my release."

Reluctantly she withdrew, but not without stroking his tool one last time from root to tip as she stood to meet his gaze.

Wrapping his arms around her back he drew her close, kissing her with feeling. Breaking their embrace, the man crouched down to retrieve the garment bunched at his ankles.

"Come," he said, picking up the discarded leggings, "lie with me so I may bring you pleasure as you have given me."

Holding hands they stepped lightly to the lean-to. Jakal grasped the bottom of Sala's garment to help her remove it. She raised her arms as he slid the shift over her head, feeling the warmth of her body radiating from the soft leather for a moment before placing it on top of his clothing at the entrance to the shelter.

Before going inside he ran his hands down the length of her body from neck to thigh, pausing to stimulate her nipples as he massaged them in circles, delighting in her sighs. On his way back up he slipped his fingers between her legs. Finding her hot and slick with arousal, his throat rumbled with pleasure. In anticipation of what was to come, he pulled himself away and lifted the flap leading to the interior of the shelter, helping the woman inside before entering himself.