You had known Yara since you were both children, and you had watched her grow up into a massive and powerful woman, sought after by all of the young men in your tribe. She had never rejected anybody outright, but had always given them a near impossible task like

"kill a jaguar with only a knife"

or cut down a tree with a single axe-swing.

You were deep in thought about being the only man remaining in the village who hadn't been shot down by her as you feel a strong arm wrap itself around your neck, Yara's two soft breasts pushing up against your torso as she sits down besides you.

"What are you thinking about now?"

she whsipers with a hint of seduction in her voice.