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Kiana
The
Untamed
Episode
1
Phantom
of the
Chapter 7
Matings
Hughes was pulled into the deep liquid brown pools that were Kiana’s eyes. “I can’t let this happen,” he thought. “I’ve got to resist.” He tried to push the girl away from him. But as he did a strange look suddenly came over Kiana’s face. It was a look Hughes had never seen in a woman before. It was almost animal in its intensity.
“Kitty find mate,” the girl breathed. Her small but perfect breasts lifted as her breath quickened.
Hughes felt a familiar stirring in his loins. He was fully erect. He hadn’t been this hard since he was nineteen. “No,” he thought. “I can’t do this. She’s just a girl. Besides, Danielle would kill me.
But she was a very attractive girl and every inch a woman. Her breasts, while lacking Danielle’s impressive maturity, were beautifully formed and her strong athletic body had a muscular perfection that the gorgeous blonde lacked. She was also, Hughes reminded himself, legally of age.
The girl was still staring at him. Hughes noticed that her mahogany eyes were wide and the pupils unnaturally large. She stepped toward him. “Kitty mating…” she said hesitatingly.
Suddenly she was right next to him again, her limber brown arms about his neck. “Kitty mating,” the girl repeated. She was breathing very heavily almost as if she had been running hard.
“Kiana, we shouldn’t do this,” Hughes said, attempting to gently remove her arms from about his neck. He did not want to appear to reject her, aware of her emotional immaturity.
The girl pressed her pointed breasts hard against his body. Before he could stop her she placed her hand at the back of his neck and pulled his face to hers.
Her first kiss was awkward, inexperienced. The kiss of a little girl. She did better of the next one, letting her lips melt into his. Hughes suddenly stopped fighting. Why was he resisting? He had desired the exotic forest girl ever since he had first laid eyes on her. Her lack of physical maturity simply made her all the more attractive. The girl was extraordinarily beautiful. Her woman’s body was perfectly proportioned and amazingly athletic. Her supple muscles flexed beneath her smooth skin. And yet she was soft and curved in all the right places. Without thinking Hughes kissed her back, his tongue parting her lips. What happened next caught him totally off guard.
With a feral growl the girl launched herself on him. As before, her strength surprised him. He was pushed off his feet with the girl on top of him. She straddled his body her legs gripping his thighs tightly while she leaned forward and bit him on the throat.
It was not a hard bite, but it broke the skin. With some amazement Hughes realized that Kiana was acting as if she was a leopard and practicing the coy sexual actions of that species. A low growl issued from her throat and she broke off the bite, seeking his lips again. This time she kissed him, forcing her pliant tongue between his teeth and probing his mouth.
“Christ,” Hughes thought. “Danielle might come back at any moment.” He pushed against the girl’s shoulders lifting her off him.
“Kiana,” he gasped. “We can’t…”
“Come,” the girl said. She took his hand and jerked him to his feet. Then half guiding and half pulling she hauled the startled cameraman after her. “We go place where Danielle not find,” she continued as if guessing part of Hughes’ reluctance.
Only half resisting, Hughes followed the girl into the ruins of the great temple. It was much darker between the rows of gigantic pillars, but Kiana led him to a place where one of the stone lintels spanning the pillars had given way, leaving a gaping hole through which the sunlight streamed. Purely by coincidence it shone full on a raised platform that was partially covered in a layer of leaves that had been blown in by the wind. It formed a sort of natural bed, and Kiana led him straight to it.
“Danielle no find us here,” the girl said. She pulled Hughes onto the platform beside her and then took off the strip of cloth binding her breasts.
“Oh God,” Hughes murmured again as he gazed upon the girl’s upturned dark nipples. Where the makeshift bra had covered her breasts, her skin was much lighter, almost white. The taut nipples seemed to invite him to suck them. Then she removed her loincloth.
“What the hell,” Hughes said aloud. He took the girl in his arms.
Kiana pushed him down. Fumblingly she struggled with Hughes’ belt. Hughes finally helped her and she stripped his pants down. She managed better with his boots, quickly untying the laces and pulling each of them off so that she could continue helping him undress. The girl’s actions were almost frantic, her sexual arousal more than evident. Hughes had never seen a woman more ready to have sex.
Kiana initiated the first coupling. Having undressed Hughes she pushed him into the bed of leaves and straddling him once more, lifted her body so that it was directly over his more than ready phallus. Then she lowered herself on to it.
“Easy babe,” Hughes said. “Slowly.”
Kiana was not listening. She seemed driven by some primeval urge. With a grunt she let her weight force Hughes’ throbbing manhood into her. She gave out a small cry as her maidenhead was ruptured and then growled like a cat as she let Hughes penetrate her fully. Frenziedly she raised and lowered her body, driving herself up and down while letting out animalistic cries of uncontrolled passion.
Sweat streamed from the girl’s bouncing body and her waist-length hair, having come loose from the neat ties that held it in place, swirled about her in a phrenetic dance of its own.
“Aaah! Aaahh! Aaahhh!” Kiana’s orgasm was powerful, clamping Hughes’ organ like a velvet vise. Hughes groaned in pleasure, his own sexual climax coming only moments later. The girl collapsed on top of him, her breathing ragged, almost as if she had run a marathon.
For a few minutes Kiana lay silent, only the sound of her heavy breathing interrupting the silence. Hughes just held her, slowly stroking her neck and back.
“Kiana mate,” the girl said finally. She rolled partly away from him, settling on her back in the leaves.
“You sure did,” Hughes gasped. “Now I’m going to show you how to make love.” Shifting his weight, he moved partially on top of the girl and sought her mouth with his own. She seemed surprised, but responded to his kiss. As their mouths met, he moved his right hand to her left breast and gently stimulated the soft flesh. Almost immediately Kiana’s small pointed nipple hardened.
Kiana gave out a gasp of pleasure. She had mated with Hughes but she had no concept of lovemaking. The erotic sensations that swept through her body as he stimulated her erogenous zones soon had her panting uncontrollably. Slowly her sexual passion mounted under Hughes’ masterfully guidance, but this time he was in control, taking her by stages towards the heights of sexual ecstasy. Eventually she was screaming for release, but like a true master Hughes waited until her screams and the frenzied writhing of her supple body told him that she was truly ready to receive him once more. Only then did he slowly enter the desperately moaning girl.
Kiana and Hughes made love for the next three hours. Lost in their mutual passion they forgot about Danielle, reminded of her only when the sun dipped low. By that time Hughes was completely satisfied that the girl would remember her experience. .
The sound of Danielle’s voice calling, snapped Hughes back to reality. “Oh Christ, Danielle,” he muttered. “She must be wondering where the hell we are.” He rolled off the leafy bed and pulled on his clothes.
“No,” moaned the forest child. “Stay with Kiana.”
“Christ,” thought Hughes. “She’s insatiable. I’ve created a monster.”
He shook his head. “No more today, sweet cheeks. I’m probably in enough trouble as it is.” He headed toward the sound of Danielle’s voice.
Kiana followed, dressing as she did so. She was having a little trouble walking. Mating was a more arduous process than she had first expected.
Danielle saw him before he saw her. She was on the trail he and Kiana had taken to the temple, and she was not in a good mood. “Where the hell did you get to? It would have been nice if you told me you were going off hunting or something. I thought you were going to set up the camp.”
Danielle’s voiced burned with an anger that masked her concern. She had obviously been frightened when Hughes and Kiana had simply disappeared. Then she saw Kiana. Stunned disbelief and then rage registered on her face.
“You son-of-a-bitch,” she said, her voice shrill with accusation. “What did you do? She’s just a little girl!”
“She’s one hell of a well developed little girl, just in case you haven’t noticed.” Hughes retorted, his face turning crimson. “Anyway she didn’t exactly leave me much choice.”
“Kiana and Hughes mate,” piped up the girl, proudly. “Just like Kitty.”
Danielle looked sharply at the girl. In spite of her feelings of anger and betrayal she could see that Hughes had a point. The girl was totally unabashed and clearly pleased with herself. And there was that strange remark about Kitty. A suspicion began to dawn in Danielle’s mind.
Ignoring Hughes for the moment she turned to the girl. “Kiana,” she said. “Is Kitty in heat?”
“Kitty mating,” Kiana replied.
“Just like Kiana and
Hughes.” The girl moved
stiffly toward the
“Kiana,” Danielle called. “Are you talking to Kitty now?”
“Yes,” the girl replied, her eyes fixing on Hughes. “Kitty mating again.” Her breathing quickened.
“My God, she’s emotionally linked to the leopard,” exclaimed Danielle. “Kiana. Stop thinking of Kitty. It is not proper to be in Kitty’s mind when she mates.”
“Why not?” the girl replied, puzzled. “Kitty in Kiana’s mind when she mates.”
“You must break the link. When Kitty mates you must not be a part of her and she must not be a part of you.”
Kiana’s face showed consternation and bewilderment. It was clear she did not understand Danielle’s objection.
More quietly now, Danielle spoke to the girl. “Kiana,” she said. “When Kitty mates she makes you want to mate. You must not let that happen. Humans do not let animals determine when they mate.”
The forest girl hung her head. She did not understand all of what Danielle had said, but she got enough of it to realize that her friend was far from happy. Kiana not talk to Kitty,” she said finally.
She shook her head as if trying to clear it of an unpleasant sensation. “Kitty gone,” she said sadly. “Kiana not talk to Kitty when Kitty mating.”
Danielle noted that the girl’s breathing seemed to have returned to normal. She gave the girl a hug. “I’m not angry with you, Kiana,” she said. “You take your bath. I’ll talk to Hughes.”
Kiana smiled. Walking carefully
she headed toward the creek and the
“God she’s beautiful,” thought Hughes as he stared at the gorgeous blonde. Then he winced under her attack.
It took Danielle a good five minutes to tell Hughes what she thought of him and she might have gone on longer if she had not paused for breath. Hughes took the opportunity to interject. “Look, Danielle. I’m sorry. But she was very willing. How was I to know that the leopard was influencing her emotions? She practically begged me to… well you know.”
“But you made a damned good job of it from all appearances,” Danielle scolded.
“Well,” Hughes replied, trying hard not to smile. “If you’re going to do a job, might as well do it properly.”
Danielle shook her head. “You’re an idiot. You better pray that you didn’t knock her up. I doubt that she’s on the pill.”
Hughes partial grin immediately disappeared. “Christ,” he exclaimed. “I should have thought of that.”
“Yes you should. Next time try thinking with your head instead of your cock.”
Hughes flushed. “God, I’m a stupid asshole,” he thought. He busied himself with setting up the camp, trying to ignore Danielle’s disdainful glare. A short time later Kiana returned. She was dressed in her jungle girl outfit and dripping water.
“Tomorrow,” Kiana said. “We go to stone village. Kiana show you pretty things.”
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