1. Native Claim


    Date: 9/29/2016, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Cannibalism, Girls / Female, Author: ninja5, Rating: 73.3, Source: sexstories.com

    the ladder in her white loafers. Nahuatl stood at the wheel as the outboard roared and the boat skipped on the gentile surf. Billings was still fuming as he sat in the front steading himself. Jillian sat at the back and got over worrying about sunburn and the statement of her attire. Her khaki shorts allowed her legs to feel the cool breeze of their velocity, but the rays of sun kept her warm. She thought back to the science elective she’d taken when she’d done her arts degree. Something about the caldera of island volcanoes meant the beaches had surf. The shallow waves of Mumbahoo beaches meant the volcano was long dormant and had subsided – or something like that. As they entered a natural bay amidst the coral reefs Nahuatl cutback on the engines. Figures clad in dried fronds pointed and then ran up the beach behind the wall of coconut trees. It seemed as if any welcoming committee would be frightened of them. Nahuatl cut the engines all together and the boat slide up unto the shallow beach and gently stopped. Billings rose and then sat back down. Despite the boat having come to a stop the shallow waves still rocked the boat. Nahuatl jumped into the spray and walked around the boat to Jillian. He extended his hand for her to take. She put the backpack on and took his hand, climbing up of the side and jumping into the warm tropical surf, it came up to her thighs but no higher. Nahuatl steadied her and formed a barrier with his arms till he saw she had her footing. As he ...
    came back around to the front of the boat Billings finally rose expecting the same aid. Nahuatl gave him annoyed look and walked around to the front of the boat. He started pushing. Billings panicked realising he was making ready to push off. As he placed one leg over the side of the boat a wave rocked it setting him off balance. After a moment he found himself teetering over the edge off balance and splashing awkwardly beneath the shallow water. Jillian who had been taking long strides against the resistance of the waters and week currents turned back. Nahuatl pushed the boat out of its soft resting place. As Billings fumbled up from being submerged, Nahuatl reached for a radio and handed it to Billings. Billings wobbled in place, finally getting his footing, before snatching the radio and giving Nahuatl a foul look. Nahuatl shrugged at Jillian and hit the engine, the boat flew back in reverse, slowly heading back out to deeper water. “God damn Thai Dog.” Billings snapped as Nahuatl spun the boat around and headed back out to the cargo ship far off shore. He looked at Jillian who had never seen Billings so dishevelled before. His white shirt was transparent when wet and she could see his beer gut and his man breasts in all their glory. Jillian waited for him to compose himself and Billings huffed in the surf. “Ok. Let’s get to shore”, he said regaining composure. Jillian turned and continued her walk. As she headed onto dry land the figures in primitive dress reappeared through ...
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