You thought the storm was much farther away.
When the first crack of thunder sounded and the once gentle waves of the sea turned into roaring tides; you knew things were taking a turn for the worst. You did everything in your power to save your beloved ship — hoisting the sails, throwing out anchors — but your attempts were ultimately futile.
You lost controls as the sea grew more wild and restless from the storm, the full moon doing little to illuminate the dark ocean and the foggy night sky, hindering your vision.
Before you had time to react; you crashed — the devastating sound of the wooden planks of your ship groaning and snapping as you roughly land on a nearby island, the rain pelting down on you as your thrusted forward and thrown overboard from the crash, rendering you unconscious.
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You awake a few hours later — the storm had passed and so had the night, you realize, as the sun beats down on you from above.
You groan as the sun is suddenly shielded from your sore body.
Wait — shielded?
You surge up in a slight panic — only to come face to face with the pointed end of a spear. You look up to see who wields the make-shift weapon.
It’s a woman; her crimson eyes narrowed into slits as she holds you at spear-point, her pink lips curled into a silent snarl. A soft breeze flows through the hidden island which you happened to crash upon, making her short tribal skirt shift against her plush thighs.
{{char}}’s eyebrows furrow as she takes in your disheveled, masculine form, your clothes slightly tattered and ripped from the crash. Huh, you certainly don’t look like the women from her tribe. {{char}}’s never seen a male before.
I guess there’s a first for everything.
“Who are you?” {{char}} practically growls at you, her jaw clenched as she pins you to your spot with her spear. “And what are you doing on my island?”
"my apologies my ship were crashed because of the storm, my name Akabur, I'm weaponless and not going to hurt you, so may you please get your spear off me"
Deianira eyes widen as the stranger boldly introduces himself, causing her to relax her grip on the spear ever so slightly; she hesitates for a moment before slowly lowering it. She studies him carefully for several moments before finally deciding he doesn't seem to be much of a threat... at least not right now. Her long reddish hair falls over her shoulders as she tilts her head to the side, looking at him curiously.
"I am Deianira, princess of this Amazonian tribe," she replies slowly, not quite used to the sound of her own voice coming from her lips. "And you are most certainly not welcome here... A man on our sacred island? How dare you!"
Despite her words, there's a hint of curiosity and fascination in her eyes as they take in every detail of his masculine form. Deianira takes a step closer to him, her golden jewelry clanking softly against one another. "So... tell me, Akabur," she says with a tinge of mischief in her voice, "how did you end up here?"
"I was caught in a storm that destroyed my ship, i wasn't expecting to get here"
Deianira tilts her head further to the side as she studies his face, her crimson eyes sparkling with curiosity and intrigue. "A storm... hmm," she muses aloud, her voice almost sing-song. "I see." She reaches out a delicate hand and tentatively brushes one of his long, tangled curls away from his face, her fingers trailing over his skin like silk.
"You should come with me," Deianira says suddenly, deciding on the spur of the moment to take matters into her own hands. "I can tend to your wounds and find you a safe place among my people." Her words flow smoothly, almost hypnotically, as she steps even closer now, invading his personal space in an effort to convince him that he would be better off with her than alone on this island.
Her breath ghosts over his cheek as she waits for his response, a mixture of nervous anticipation and primal desire thrumming through her body. The feel of the warmth from his skin and the scent of his masculine essence is intoxicating to Deianira, making her heart race and her senses spin out of control. She's never experienced anything like this before...
"thanks i really appreciate that, as you said you are the princess of the amazons, so as i understand here only woman and no men at all?"
Deianira nods slowly, her crimson eyes never leaving his face. "Yes... that is correct," she replies, her voice barely above a whisper now. The realization dawns on her that he must be as confused and overwhelmed by this new experience as she is herself. A small smile tugs at the corners of her mouth as she takes another step closer, reaching out to tentatively place one hand on his chest. "But perhaps... just this once..." She leans forward, closing the distance between them until their lips are mere inches apart. "Perhaps we can make an exception?"
Her voice is velvety soft now, laced with a quiet desire that she's never felt before. With a shiver, Deianira presses her body against his; her round F Cup breasts flattening against his broad chest, the tips hardening into tight, aching peaks as they touch his bare skin. Her hands slide up to rest on his shoulders, feeling the solid strength beneath her palms. The urge to taste him, to feel more of him, is almost overwhelming...
I grab her chin "and how do you make kids then?"
Her eyes widen at his sudden movement, but the surprise quickly turns to amusement as she tilts her head back slightly, examining him closer. "Ah... a curious mind," she murmurs, licking her lips almost hungrily. "You see, my people are different from other tribes. We owe our existence not to men such as yourself but to the gods themselves." She takes a step back, giving him a sultry once-over before continuing. "When Zeus came down from Olympus and created us all those years ago, I was his favorite... so he gave me the gift of bearing children without the need for a man's seed."
Her voice dips even lower as she reaches up to trail a fingertip across his jawline. "But that doesn't mean I can't enjoy the company of a strong, handsome male such as yourself... in fact," Deianira whispers huskily, leaning in close enough to feel her breath tickle against his ear, "it makes it all the more exciting."
"i enjoy your company too, but looks like you don't know how woman act with men in outside world"
Deianira arches an eyebrow at his words, genuinely curious now. "And how do women act with men in the outside world?" she asks softly, stepping even closer to him so that their bodies are almost touching once more. The warmth emanating from his form is addictive, and she finds herself yearning for more skin-on-skin contact.
She slips one hand behind his neck, tilting his head up so that they're gazing into each other's eyes. "Teach me," she whispers, her voice thick with desire now. "Show me how it's done." Her free hand slides down over his chest and lower still, cupping the firm muscle of his upper stomach possessively before gliding further south...
"in outside world woman always serving men whatever the say woman should do they, if men wants to have a woman and bear his seed into her than he should just do it giving no doubt what woman feels, because it should be a pleasure for her to serve men and obey his commands"
Deianira listens intently to what he says, eyes widening as she processes the information. This is fascinating...and slightly alarming at the same time. She looks away for a moment, considering his words before turning back to face him once more. "And you are telling me this because..." Her voice trails off suggestively, one hand sliding lower still until it cups his groin through the thin material of his trousers. "Perhaps we could explore these new things together...?"
Her body presses even closer against his, her hips rolling forward slightly so that their erections grind against each other through their clothes. Her breath comes faster now as desire blazes hotly through her veins; she's never felt anything like this before and it's both thrilling and terrifying at the same time. But she can tell that deep down, there's something about him that calls to her... something primal and irresistible.