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?”
ti alzi immediatamente in piedi mettendoti in guardia “calma” dici cercando di essere amichevole, alla peggio avevi il tuo coltello dietro la schiena”non sono qui per fare male a nessuno, la mia nave si è schiantata”
Her eyes widen in surprise and anger at the same time as you speak. She takes a step back, lowering her spear but not letting go of it entirely. You can tell she's not used to males around here, or rather, she has never seen one before. Her crimson eyes flicker over your form, taking in every detail from the ripped shirt and dirty pants down to the torn boots on your feet. Suddenly, her cheeks flush a soft shade of pink as she realizes what else is exposed: your package. Deianira's golden jewelry clinks together as her hand flies up to cover her mouth in shock. This only makes it more obvious what she's looking at. Embarrassment washes over her, and anger replaces it as she regains her composure.
"You... you're a man!" *Deianira sputters
I am not some animal you've never seen before! How dare you act so surprised? You're lucky I don't kill you where you stand, trespasser! But since you seem harmless... and rather cute in a pathetic sort of way... I suppose I could let you live.
Guardi verso il basso, Cazzo! l'erezione mattutina si faceva vedere attraverso i vestiti bagnati e il tuo grosso pacco segnava un contorno sui pantaloni rendendolo visibile. arrossisci e fai per coprirti “B-bene! Sì, sono un uomo, non ti preoccupare, non appena avrò riparato la nave e andrò” Guarda la tua nave tristemente tirando un sospiro di rassegnato, se si fosse schiantata la sua scogli e aveva tutto il scafo rotto, non sarebbe stato facile andarsene “Sappi che non sono qua per fare nessun male”
A suspicious glint flashes in the crimson depths of Deianira's eyes as she observes your reaction to her discovery of your gender. She hesitates for a moment, contemplating whether or not you pose a threat. The way you spoke, so softly and unthreatening... it almost disarms her entirely.
"Very well," Deianira finally says, sheathing her spear against her back. "I will allow you to remain here until your ship is repaired." Her gaze travels over you once more, this time in a less accusatory manner. "But do not think for a moment that I am simply letting you stay because you're cute or harmless," she warns.
With that, she turns and begins to walk away, leaving you standing there on the beach with your gaping mouth hanging open. She stops after taking only a few steps
"You may address me as Princess Deianira," she says curtly before continuing on her way up the beach toward the interior of the island. "I'll leave it to you to find food and shelter until your ship is repaired."
She pauses again, glancing back over her shoulder at you. "Oh, and if I were you," she says with a wicked grin, "I'd avoid angering any of my people or the gods. We don't take lightly to trespassers here." Then, she disappears into the foliage lining the shore.
Deianira hesitates once more before turning back to face you. "You... you can come with me," she says softly, looking away for a moment as if searching for the words. Her crimson eyes meet yours again, and there's a vulnerability in them that takes your breath away.
"I could use some help repairing my boat, and in return..." She trails off, unsure of what to offer. For the first time since you arrived on this island, she feels small and unsure. This strange male before her makes her heart race, and it's disorientating. "In return," she finally continues, "you could... get to know our tribe."
ci pensi un secondo, sicuramente un po’ di aiuto potrebbe esserti utile, non pensi comunque che sia cannibale, non sembra avere queste intenzioni sennò sarebbe gia andata a chiamare la sua tribu, sospirando rassegnato dici “va bene ti seguo”
Caught off guard by your acquiescence, Princess Deianira's lips part in a tentative smile. "Thank you," she says softly, her voice barely audible over the sound of the waves crashing against the shore. She turns and begins to lead the way back up the beach toward the lush interior of the island.
As they walk, Deianira finds herself looking for excuses to steal glances at you; your form is so unlike anything she's ever seen before. Even covered in dirt and sand from the crash, you radiate a raw masculine strength that she can't help but be drawn to. She swallows hard as she reminds herself that this man is not a threat, just an interesting addition to their tribe for the time being.
The walk through the island takes several hours, during which Princess Deianira introduces you to various members of her tribe. They're all
...cautious at first but seem to warm up to you as Princess Deianira vouches for your character. Even though she knows better than to trust anyone completely, there's something about the way you carry yourself that inspires confidence and respect in those around you. As they near the shore where her boat is beached, the sun begins its descent, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink.
"You know," Princess Deianira says conversationally as she leads you down a winding path through some nearby trees, "I've never met another male before... It's rather fascinating to see how different yet similar we are." She laughs lightly, not expecting an answer, but wanting to break the awkward silence that seems to have fallen between you.
la guardi e dopo guardi la tua barca “vero, non avevo mai incontrato una tribù di sole donne, speriamo di aver fatto una bella figura” ti metti a ridere, dopodiché ti giri e ti incammini verso il villaggio “vieni sarà meglio tornare ora, ormai per la barca stasera non c’è niente da fare, sarà meglio mangiare e riposarsi cosi che possa lavorare domani a come ripararla”
Deianira lets out another soft laugh as you comment on making a good impression. "Well, I'm glad you did." She smiles up at you before following your gaze to her boat. "Yes, it would probably be best if we returned now." Taking one last glance around the area, she takes in the beauty of their hidden island and feels a small pang of sadness that this stranger will soon leave it behind.
Walking beside you as you lead her back to the village, Deianira can't help but steal furtive glances at you; your tall, strong form commanding attention wherever you go. A part of her wonders what it would be like to have someone like that by her side... forever. She shakes the thought from her head, pushing it aside for now. For tonight, she'll focus on getting her boat repaired and enjoying your company while she still can.
dopo un po’ rompi il silenzio e passandoti una mano tra i capelli bruno arruffati e controllando che i tuoi grossi orecchini a cerchio non siano andati persi con lo schianto ma siano ancora attaccati alle tue orecchie dici “è possibile che possa fare un bagno da qualche parte? se mi potete prestare qualche tunica cosi che possa lavare pure i miei vestiti, ho pure gli stivali pieni di sabbia”
Deianira blushes slightly at the mention of bathing, her crimson eyes darting away from yours in embarrassment before settling on your hand absently playing with her golden necklace. "There's a stream nearby where you can bathe," she replies, glancing back at you over her shoulder as you lead her through the village. "And of course, you can use one of my tunics while yours are being washed."
She pauses for a moment, hesitating before continuing. "If... if it wouldn't be too much trouble, I could join you. I haven't had a proper bath since the storm hit." The words taste strange on her tongue; offering to bathe with someone who isn't of her tribe is unprecedented and rather... thrilling.
Deianira's heart beats a little faster at the thought of bathing with you, her crimson eyes widening slightly as she considers the proposition. "I-it would be... alright..." She trails off uncertainly, biting her lower lip as she waits for your response. Her hands find their way up to the hem of her loincloth, nervously twirling a corner around one finger.
“uhm” sospiri, dove voleva arrivare Deianira? che provasse qualcosa per te? vi eravate incontrati da poco certo però era pur sempre vero che lei non aveva mai visto un uomo fino ad allora e tu eri particolarmente bello e alto, lei era una bellissima ragazza ma non la conoscevi ancora, inoltre saresti dovuto ripartire presto non avreste potuto continuare la vostra relazione nel caso. decidi però di lasciare correre la situazione “va bene almeno potrai pure indicarmi al meglio il punto, un po’ di compagnia sicuramente non guasta”
Deianira feels her heart lift at your agreement, and she can't help but smile brightly as she nods in response. "Follow me then," she says cheerfully, leading the way through the village towards the outskirts where a small stream runs nearby. The air is warm and humid, and the scent of flowers hangs heavy in the air around them.
"The water should be fine for bathing," Deianira continues as you follow close behind her, "but please do not go near the edge of the village while you're naked." She glances over her shoulder at you again, a small blush coloring her cheeks as she realizes how suggestive that might sound.
The stream is indeed a serene and picturesque spot, hidden among towering trees and lush vegetation. It winds its way through the foliage, creating a soothing sound as it ripples over smooth stones and gently sloping banks. Deianira walks to the edge of the water, unties her loincloth, letting it fall to the ground before stepping into the cool embrace of the stream. "Come on," she beckons with a smile, gesturing for you to join her.
Her curves are more evident now that she's naked; the golden tattoos that cover her body seem to glow in the dim light cast by the moon overhead. Her skin is smooth and toned, contrasting starkly with the dark water around her. She sits down on a large rock near the shore, leaning back against it as she stretches out one long leg and dips her
her toes into the water. "Well," she says conversationally, not looking at you directly, "you can just stand there if you'd like, or..." She trails off suggestively, arching an eyebrow as she glances up at you through her lashes. Her heart races a bit faster, wondering what your answer will be.
sorridi, era come vedere una bambina che ti invitava a giocare, evidentemente la nudità e fare il bagno in compagnia era una cosa normale vedendo la scioltezza e l’assenza di imbarazzo con cui si era tolta i vestiti rimanendo nuda con addosso solo la sua collana, i suoi bracciali e i suoi orecchini d’oro. Ti togli la maglietta bianca rivelando il tuo addome tonico, dopodichè si slacci la cintura ormata con la fondina per il coltello e lasci cadere i tuoi pantaloni neri di lino sugli stivali neri rimanendo in mutande, dopo aver tolto anche le mutande eri completamente nudo, il tuo corpo muscoloso e il tuo grosso membro erano punzecchiati dall’aria fresca ma non appena ti immergi nell’acqua noti come questa sia una sorgente di acqua calda. inizi a lavarti con gli olii naturali e ti giri verso deianira che ti guardava con il viso pieno di curiosità. Doveva avere tra i 18 e al massimo 22 anni, tu ne avevi 24 ma sembravi gia un uomo, lei aveva ancora dei lineamenti leggeri ma che la rendevano bellissima, la sua pelle abbronzata in contrasto con la luna bianca nel cielo. “mi aiuteresti a mettere gli olii sulla schiena? non ci arrivo sai, se vuoi poi posso farlo con te”
Deianira smiles and nods, slowly rising to her feet as she approaches you. "Of course," she says softly, reaching out to touch your shoulder reassuringly as she gently turns you around so that your back is facing her. Her hands slide down your back, moving in a slow and sensual manner over the skin there; she's never been this close to a man before, much less one like you with muscles firm beneath her fingertips.
As she reaches the small of your back, Deianira pauses for a moment, gathering courage before dipping forward and pressing her lips against your nape. The contact sends a shockwave through both of you; his body tensing under her touch as her heart leaps into overdrive. When she pulls back again, there's a sparkle in her eyes that was not there a moment ago. "There," she says breathlessly, "you should
now be nice and clean." She watches as you turn around to face her again, her crimson eyes roaming over your naked form appreciatively. The desire she feels for you is so overwhelming that it takes her breath away; this feeling of being wanted by someone other than her tribe, of being desirable to a man like you... it's intoxicating and exhilarating all at once.
"Come here," she whispers, beckoning you closer with one slender hand. Her heart races as she waits for your reply, her gaze fixed on the steady rise and fall of your chest as you breathe. Finally, when you step close enough that their bodies are barely more than an arm's length apart, Deianira reaches out tentatively and touches your cheek, tracing the line of your jaw with her fingertips before pulling back once more. "You're
incredibly handsome," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of the stream nearby. The warmth of your skin feels so good against her fingertips; it's almost painful to let go. "I could... explore more..." She trails off thoughtfully, biting her lower lip as she considers the idea. Her heart is racing now, her body thrumming with anticipation.
With a small moan, Deianira reaches out and brushes her fingers through your chest hair before drawing them downward, over your abdomen and finally coming to rest on the head of your erection. She feels herself grow wet at the contact, a shockwave of desire coursing through her body as she slowly strokes you with firm, deliberate motions. "I've never..." she whispers, barely managing to choke out the words, "touched another man like this
Deianira takes a deep breath as she focuses on the feeling of her fingers encircling him. "You feel so good," she whispers, gazing up at his face with wide, desire-filled eyes. Her touch grows firmer and more confident; each stroke sending another wave of pleasure coursing through her body. With one bold move, she cups his erection in her hand and begins to pump him gently, feeling his heat and hardness against her palm.
Her breath comes faster now, shallower, and every so often she hears herself moan softly as the pleasure builds higher within her. "I want... I want you inside me," she whispers, meeting your gaze with a combination of desire and need that takes your breath away. She steps closer still, pressing her body against yours as if seeking the connection of skin on skin. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, arching into you as she