[Project Nemesis] Jungle Fever

by Celeste Anwar

  First things first, she had to escape. She´d never been particularly good at seduction, in fact she´d never successfully seduced anyone. She supposed that she had to hope that the pheromone did more than half the work! She was so used to being the strong one, and never showing anyone any weakness that she was unsure of what to do, she knew that she had to revert to the female side of her, which was a lot harder than she thought.

  Clearing her throat, she asked huskily, “Armando?” She walked over to him, placed a hand on his shoulder and squeezed gently, then felt herself sigh in relief as his shoulder tensed abruptly, then relaxed just as suddenly.

  “What?” he said, his eyes on his task. She stroked his shoulder, felt the muscles bunch slightly, so she continued to touch his back and rub his tense muscles. “Be careful, chica, you´re playing with fire,” he warned. The fresh lit fire flickered light across his face, making him look intensely sexy.

  She swallowed, hard, feeling aroused already before they’d even begun. “I know. So are you,” she answered quietly. His head spun around and he looked at her intently for a few seconds, a question in his eyes and the tilt of his head, which she answered with a slight nod.

  He stood up slowly from his crouch, the question still in his eyes despite already having answered his query. He leaned forward and kissed her tentatively, his mouth brushing hers, his hesitation obvious.

  Her earlier rejection had slowed him down, but she moved into his body, her still damp clothes brushed his naked body and he shivered slightly.

  “I´m sorry,” she whispered against his mouth, but he ignored her.

  Armando nipped at her lips with his teeth, which opened her mouth. He plunged his tongue inside, tasting wild as he fought for dominance with her for a couple of seconds and won. Suddenly his mouth broke free and he started to pull at her damp T-shirt, while she fumbled with the catch of her pants. Within a couple of minutes, she was naked not only to his eyes, but to the weather as well. Her skin felt damp and clammy, she wanted him to warm her up. He pulled her into his arms and tightened them around her. His hard cock nestled against her cold belly, and his strong hands settled on her ass.

  The feel of his warm fingers on her dark skin seemed to magnetize her. She felt electric, warming up beneath his touch, her breath quickening as her excitement grew. His long fingers slipped down her tummy, delving into her bare pussy. The first touch there drew a long moan of excitement from deep within her. Moisture flooded her nether lips. Her clit throbbed with a pulse all its own, begging for his touch.

  He didn´t make a move, just kept them there, still. His mouth returned to hers, the clash of their tongues a duel that made them both pant. The feel of his fingers in so intimate an area drove her crazy, she wanted him to move them, to touch her finally, but he didn´t. Instead, when their mouths broke apart, his head went straight into the nook of her neck. He rubbed his cock against her, and she tilted her hips for maximum friction. He shuddered, and started to nip at the sensitive skin behind her ear. Every now and then she´d feel him lick, suckle and then kiss gently, each time he suckled she felt herself jump against him, the area was so sensitive to his ministrations that goose bumps ran up and down her flesh. She started to whimper slightly when his fingers dug into her butt to rub her harder against his dick.

  “Touch me, Armando, please,” she begged. Her head was lolling, resting slightly against his. She hissed when suddenly he bit down on her neck, the pain transferred to pleasure as his fingers finally parted her nether lips, stroking the flushed, wet skin. Instant, pure lust flooded her body, making her pant with arousal.

  She cried out in pleasure, her arms tightening around him as his fingertips finally penetrated her slick channel. Her thigh muscles clenched in readiness for pleasure, but he continued to tease her still. His hand didn´t move, just rested partially in and out of her body, her inner muscles tightened around him in a hint, but he just chuckled against her neck and tutted at her.

  “Patience, muñeca,” he murmured into her ear, his breath hot and arousing. His mouth traced small kisses down her collar bone, making her shiver as he suckled the skin directly between her breasts. He stayed there for a few seconds, and she realized that this would be where her natural scent was most concentrated, and almost felt uncomfortable, but his cock didn´t soften out of disappointment that she didn´t smell of the pheromone. In fact, his teeth bit her there too, marking her. She clutched at him, trying to ride his fingers, but he stilled her and stopped her hips from wiggling.

  His mouth finally reached her nipple, he licked it with the tip of his tongue, then laved it with the flat of his tongue. She moaned at the feeling of heat that spread through her chest, his hot breath seemed to make her skin even more sensitive. She jumped when he nipped the bud and pulled it and the weight of her breast away from her chest. He quickly moved onto the other one, and gave it the same treatment, but this time, he bit harder, she yelped then groaned as his fingers simultaneously plunged deep inside her. Her head felt like a lump of iron, her neck couldn´t support the weight of it, so she arched backwards.

  Armando kept his fingers deep inside of her, his mouth fastened to her breast, but he lowered her to the ground, so that she lay underneath him, she had no idea how he did it, but it meant that he had to be a hell of a lot stronger than she´d originally thought, to have carried her dead weight and transported her body comfortably to the floor and all without moving his hand and mouth. At that moment though, she didn´t care, she spread her legs to let him get closer to her.

  A groan escaped her when he removed his fingers, but she quieted when she felt his hot dick rest against her pussy. She cried out at the feel of him there, her back arching as a pleasure so intense shot through her, she was ill prepared to deal with it. It wasn´t an orgasm, but it came pretty damned close. The weight of his cock against her wet, slick flesh made her mind crazy. She shifted her hips to ride it slightly, wanting the glans of his dick to rub her clit. That short, sharp burst of pleasure made her greedy--she wanted what Armando´s body promised her--heaven.

  His mouth slipped lower, all the while kissing and biting. He moved lower, spread her legs further open and settled himself between them. She almost sobbed at his hot breath fanned her down there. She´d hated it when Tyrell had ever gone down on her, but this time, she felt like weeping at the thought. She needed his mouth on her, needed him to suck her clit and shoot her to the stars.

  She knew what lay ahead of her, and she couldn´t wait. Every part of Armando´s body promised pleasure. She longed for that with a desire that she´d never before felt. All thought of escape fled her mind, she concentrated on his hot breath drifting over her, her whole body tensed waiting for that first touch. Her stomach rippled with the wait, her back arched every now and then, her hips and pelvis shuddered. Everything he did was slow, the wait drove her crazy, so she supposed it worked, but the thought that she was providing him with the very reaction he wanted, didn´t stop her from shuddering, or moaning and groaning at his lack of movement.

  When she finally felt the long, thorough slide of his tongue against her clit and between her fleshy lips, her whole body raised off the floor, only her head and feet remained stuck to the ground. Her mind went blank, her breath stopped in her chest, and her whole body seized waiting for the next touch. This time, his mouth suckled her clit. She gasped loudly then sobbed out in pleasure, “Oh my God, Oh my God....”

  His tongue then lowered to her opening, where he lapped at the wetness that flowed freely from her body. Her arousal was so deep that she wasn´t even uncomfortable at what he was doing. His tongue would plunge into her every now and then, his nose nudged her clit. His fingers held her open to the tender devouring of his mouth.

  She started to shake, her body shuddering at the onslaught of pleasure, when he bit down on her clit and sucked her hard and rough, she screamed. Her mouth hung wide open, gaping as she climaxed sudden and hard, completely unexpected.

  Her veins thrummed, shuddering, every muscl
e clenching with the onslaught of pleasure coursing through her nerves.

  She didn´t black out, but it was a close thing. She couldn´t hear or see anything, her senses refused to work beyond the mind-numbing pleasure invading her core. Every part of her seemed to fizz and sizzle. She knew Armando was rearranging her limbs, but she didn´t care why. She couldn´t feel him touching her, but the part of her mind that was still working, recognized what he was up to.

  She came back to Earth with a bang when Armando plunged his cock deep into her, so far that it nudged her womb and made her pussy stretch to the limits. She yelped slightly in pain, but she was so out of it, that she couldn´t really feel it, could only feel the build-up of another orgasm rising within her.

  Her mind went into overdrive at the possibility of another climax like the one she´d just had. Her inner muscles clenched around him, tense and rigid. He rested inside her for a second, and that was when she came to enough to realize that she was on her knees, and he was fucking her doggy style. Or catty style, she supposed with an inner laugh. He was allowing her to adjust to his size, and when she thought about it, she was actually glad her exes hadn´t been as big as Armando, nor as wide. If she hadn´t climaxed so intensely, she knew that it would have been hard work for him to actually penetrate her tight channel.

  As it was, he filled her so completely, she thought she’d died and gone to heaven.

  His crotch and legs felt warm against her backside, his hairy legs rough against her smooth dark thighs. He groaned, grabbing her ass and rubbing her backside, then reaching around and grabbing her tits in a possessive hold that had her backing up to him and taking him deeper.

  She could almost feel the exact moment when he decided to move. Her chest started to seize, and with a whoosh of air from her lungs, she sighed in pleasure as he slowly pulled his cock from her clasping muscles. Her nerves tingled as he pulled free and then thrust deeply again. He continued in this rhythm, plunging in fast, resting, then pulling out slowly. The long, drawn out movement drove her pussy crazy.

  Her arms trembled. Her elbows felt as substantial as jelly. It confused her nerves and muscles, so that she was resting on a plateau of need when suddenly he started to fuck her hard and fast, savage and wild. His hips pistoned back and forth, building a desperate need inside her. Faster each time, his movements powerful, until suddenly he stopped deep inside of her. His arms tensed as he struggled for control. His breathing grew ragged, his eyes locked onto hers, making her shudder at the wildness in his gaze.

  She screamed in frustration, her inner muscles reacting in shock to the sudden stillness by rippling around him, which racketed up her need even more. “Armando, no, Armando, Armando,” she sobbed.

  “You want my cock, cielita mia?” he asked her huskily. His body now covered hers, where before, he´d been behind her, now he lay over her like a blanket, his head rested in the crook of her neck, and as he spoke, his breath washed over the area he´d bitten earlier.

  She shuddered and whimpered, “Yes.”

  “Beg for it, cariña….” he whispered, “You can have it, but you´ll have to beg.”

  She thrust back against him, vainly trying to ease her need, but he held her still with his strong body and barely restrained power.

  “Armando, please,” she cried out, “Please fuck me, I need you, please, Armando. Please.”

  He didn´t move, just breathed heavily. Her frustration rose, making her whimper and cry. She’d never been so sensually tormented and left wanting more. Yvonne had never felt this way before.

  “Armando, please,” she sobbed, clutching him with desperation.

  She felt his body start to shudder as he gave in. His chest vibrated and rumbled like it had earlier. This time the animalistic sound turned her on, flooding her with wet arousal. He groaned at her wetness, her frustrated begging, gripping her hard. Unable to hold back and tease her any longer, his hips jerked against her, and then suddenly he pulled out and pumped back into her.

  She keened in pleasure, her body shuddering at his hard thrusts. His hands raked down her sides, pulled at her breasts, pinching and grabbing at her nipples. When his mouth clamped down on the sensitive bite he´d given her earlier, she lost it. Her pussy clamped down on his thick cock. Her whole body tensed, tingling with overwork. Her strained nerves felt like they were frying, overheating her brain and body until suddenly she came with a gush of pure ecstasy.

  Riotous waves rocketed through her cunt. She moaned, backing into him, thrusting her ass so hard against his hips it smacked loudly in the dimness of the cave. She ground herself against his cock, shuddering, quivering inside and out as she rode the intense culmination to the fullest extent. Riding and enjoying his hard dick until he’d wrung every ounce of pleasure from her he could.

  Her body slumped forward in the surge of feeling, her arms weak from supporting her body weight for so long. She could feel Armando thrusting into her, but this time she blacked out. Her mind couldn´t take it, she collapsed onto the floor, her climax complete.

  She roused to the knowledge that she´d probably blown her only chance at escaping from the three men. She couldn´t regret what had just happened. She´d never felt pleasure like that before. Her whole body still tingled from her orgasm, and she knew that she would ache later on.

  She´d never had sex on a stone floor before. She´d thoroughly enjoyed it, but she would have preferred to wake up on a large feather bed. She shifted slightly and realized that Armando had pulled free from her and lay beside her. He was asleep--thank god for that annoying habit men had of falling asleep after sex. Closing her eyes in guilt, she reached to her left, as he was to her right, and her fingers scrambled at the stones on the floor, she tried to pick one up with the heaviest weight. When she´d found one, she held it close to her side, unsure of how to hit him. He was lying on his back, his head tilted to the side. She needed to knock him out for a long time--she had to get away from the cave and the other two men who were outside before Armando actually woke up.

  Yvonne lifted her arm. With her stomach cramping in guilt, she brought the rock down heavily on the side of his skull. He moaned suddenly, but his head slumped forward. Her stomach knotted again, had she killed him?

  She let loose a sob at the thought, then scrambled quickly to her knees, and pushed her head on to his chest to listen for his heartbeat, when she heard it beat strong and steady, she started to cry. She pressed a kiss to his lips, leapt to her feet and quickly redressed. She walked to the cave´s entrance/exit, and looked around, but her eyes were blind in the dark because of the fire she´d just left. Hoping that Remy and Rafael didn´t spot her escaping against the backlight of the cave, she crept around the entrance wall, and as soon as she was out of sight, she leapt into a sprint. She had to get away now, before she fell too deeply for them.

  Chapter Five

  Running carelessly, blindly through the jungle, she tried to get as far away from the cave as physically possible. It grew dark early in the jungle, with the thick overgrowth blotting out the sky. If she’d been at the top of the trees, she’d still have an hour of daylight left. Beneath the canopy, it was as dark as if the sun had set an hour ago.

  Yvonne tried to move with stealth, but she couldn´t since she had to put as much distance between her and the cave as quickly as possible, but not only that, she had no fucking clue where she was running to! It did help that throughout the afternoon, she´d tried to map a route back to her men, but she´d completely lost her way when she´d had to ride Remy. No doubt they’d planned it that way. It was only an island, only so big. If she could just gain some distance from them and ride out the night, she felt certain she’d be able to find her men sometime in the next few days—they had to be looking for her.

  She swore under her breath when a rogue branch slapped her in the face. Remy had moved quickly, so she´d had to concentrate on just staying on his back--she had no idea whereabouts the cave was in relation to her own camp. Her main priority at that moment was to dista
nce herself from the men, and hope to God that no other cat decided to take a fancy to her!

  Five minutes later, Yvonne decided that she was far away enough to be safe from the three men locating her. She started trying to disguise her tracks, which was bloody hard in the twilight, but she managed to clear about ninety percent of them. She stopped in an area that looked familiar to her, leaning against a tree to get both her bearings and her breath back. She tried to remember if it was familiar from before or after she´d clambered on to Remy´s back. She hoped it was the former, since it meant that she was nearer to her camp than she´d originally thought.

  Something rustled in the woods. She stilled suddenly and caught her breath, not daring to make a sound as her ears searched out the source of the noise. Possibly a snake, she hoped. She looked around at the bushes surrounding her, but they were all moving, which was no help at all. She spun silently around, cocked her head to the side and opened her senses to the sounds of the jungle. She thought that it was something from behind her, so quickly she sprinted in an easterly direction, when she´d been meaning to go west. She ran a few steps, and shrieked when Remy ran out and tackled her to the ground.

  “What the fuck?” she yelled, her heart beating like crazy at the unexpectedness of his attack. “Remy are you trying to give me a heart attack?”

  “If you´da stayed where we´d put you, chérie, I wouldna had to tackle you, now would I?” he asked reasonably. He wasn´t mad at her, which gave her some relief. That´s all she needed, a pissed off cougar after her blood!

  “Surely every hostage has to try to make a break away?” she asked him.

  “Hostage? Shit, is that what you think this is?” he started to chuckle, then stopped when she tried to knee him in the balls. He tutted at her.