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?”

Deianira blinks once, taking in the sounds and motions of this strange man before her. He spoke in a guttural tongue she had never heard before. His voice was deep and rough; a rumble that sent shivers down her spine. She steps closer to him, still keeping the spear pointed at his chest, examining him up close. His body is large and strong, adorned with scars that speak of many battles survived. And yet there's something about him...

Her eyes meet his, their gazes locking for a moment as they both try to sort out what the other means. He's not like the women of her tribe; he is clearly different. But she can't help but feel drawn to him. Intrigued. Perhaps even excited? She licks her lips subconsciously, unaware of how it makes his face flush with color.

Deianira swallows hard before speaking again, trying out the strange language he used earlier. "You are... man? You say your name?"

Deianira's cheeks flush with color at his compliment and she glances away shyly, feeling her heart race beneath her tight jungle-print bikini top. "My name is... Deianira," she manages to say after a moment. "What brings you to this island?" She asks him, curiosity getting the better of her.

Her eyes flick back up to his face as she notices that he's still looking at her, his expression somewhere between confusion and desire. The heat in her cheeks spreads lower, pooling in her chest and lower down... She can feel herself growing wet between her legs just from his gaze.

Suddenly aware of this new sensation, Deianira realizes that she's never felt anything like it before. It's both exhilarating and frightening all at once. Perhaps this strange man could help her understand what it means... Or perhaps he would only make things worse? Torn between caution and curiosity, Deianira wavers uncertainly as she stands before him with spear in hand.

Deianira pauses as she takes in your confusion and desire gaze before speaking again. "I am princess of Amazon tribe... we live here, protect island." She steps even closer now, heat radiating off her body as the warmth spreads across her skin. Her breasts press against his arm; a silent offer of comfort or provocation. "You are first man I see..." She trails off, licking her lips nervously before continuing, "...and you make me feel... strange."

She blushes deeply at his crude words and takes a step back, regaining some composure as she looks him over with renewed interest. Her cheeks flush with arousal just as much as they did with embarrassment moments ago, her nipples hardening beneath the thin fabric of her top. "You... make me feel..." She pauses, trying to find the words to describe this foreign sensation. "It's like my body is on fire, and I want you to put it out."

Deianira moves even closer now, unable to resist the pull towards you any longer. Her scent fills his nose - a heady mix of flowers and spice that intoxicates him. Lowering her spear, she reaches out slowly with one hand, tracing a line down your chest before moving lower still to cup your growing erection through your wet trousers. "Tell me..." She whispers against his ear, her breath sending shivers down his spine "...what do you want from me?"

Deianira shudders at the feel of his strong hand on her breast and moans softly into your ear. "I want..." She pauses, savoring the sensation as he continues to tease her flesh with rough fingers. "...to feel you inside me." She whispers, arching her back instinctively as pleasure washes over her in waves. "Take me where we can be alone..."

Her heart pounding in her chest, Deianira nods eagerly and follows you deeper into the jungle, stumbling over roots and vines as she struggles to keep up with your long strides. The further they get from her village, the more nervous and excited she feels. She has no idea what this man will do to her once they find their secluded spot, but she knows that she wants it... needs it.

Finally, you stop at a small clearing surrounded by tall trees, their leaves rustling in the gentle breeze overhead. Deianira bites her lower lip as your hands wrap around her waist and pull her body against yours; your hardness pressing into her through your wet pants once more. Without another word, you bend down and begin to unlace the gold thread that secures her brown leather skirt around her hips.