The Ritual Concludes

To your left, out beyond the gathered people, you hear the crack of a bullwhip and a bloodcurdling scream.

Oh no! No, no, no! What was Soo-yin doing?

Craning your neck to look down at the crowd you see an angel of **** emerging from the darkness beyond the bonfire. With whip and dagger she is unleashed upon the crowd. Warrior after warrior falling to her brutal efficiency. She spun and dodged and leaped. A deadly dance of which she was the master. This was Soo-yin unbound, holding nothing back. She was fighting for you in an obvious suicide run. You were furious with her foolishness and disturbed by the merciless killing, yet you couldn't help but admire it. She was a thing of righteous beauty.

Her controlled face betrayed an inner rage just under the surface.

Soon the numbers just became too much. The warrior surrounded her and began to make progress with their outstretched spears. One of them yanked the whip from her grasp, she replaced it with her other knife in the blink of an eye. The queen was still standing over you, she barked orders to her warriors below.

The bodies at her feet and the ring of spears around her began to hamper the assassin's movements. A spear swings in, its shaft makes hard contact with the back of her leg. She falls to one knee. The end would come soon, you couldn't bear to watch. What was she thinking?

A thunderous noise pierces the chaos and the queen goes flying off of the slab, sailing clear of the platform to the hard ground below. She is dead before she lands. Whipping your head to the right you see Caitlin at the back of the platform with the old pistol you had found smoking in her hand. Isabella was climbing up behind her. The priest is shouting but is soon felled by a merciless uppercut to the junk from behind. As he falls you see Natali, your beautiful Natali, stand up over him. Your heart sang with joy. The maidens scream and retreat down the stairs.

Caitlin moves forward to stand in front of the throne, the heavy pistol shaking in her hands. You knew she had no more shots, but they didn't. The village had gone quiet, everyone was still as they looked at the crumpled form of their dead queen. Caitlin shouts to Isabella. "Tell them to leave her alone!"

Isabella calls out in a rough version of their native tongue. The warriors around Soo-yin lower their spears and back away. She limps up to the stairs and climbs them. Coming to stand beside Caitlin. They give each other a loving look.

"You guys should be away from here!" You shout.

Natali approaches you, laying her hand on your chest. "My place is here with you. Always."

You can't control it as tears come to your eyes, you loved that women so much. "I'm so happy you're alive." Upon see you do it tears of joy well up in her eyes as well, she felt the same way.

Caitlin, Soo-yin, and Isabella guard the top of the stairs as Natali moves to untie you. The village looks on stunned by what had just happened.

Just then you hear it...the chant. It starts quiet, just a few voices, but soon it echoes through the rainforest.

CHYOA! CHYOA! CHYOA!

Natali stops and looks at them. No...she couldn't be thinking it... She looks back to you with a wicked twinkle in her eye. Yep, she was thinking it. You didn't care at that point, you were so happy you'd make love to her on live TV if she asked you to.

She unties you then slowly strips, she seemed completely unconcerned by the watching eyes of the chanting villagers.

CHYOA! CHYOA! CHYOA!

Crawling up on the table she mounts you, you both let out a sigh as she impales her perfect pussy down onto you. Her fine lean Russian body is only half illuminated by the bonfire as she begins to ride you, you see a sheen on her skin from a light coating of scented oil. You grab her hips and slowly thrust upward into her. She runs her hands up her sides then grabs her big soft tits, she lets out a loud moan of passion. The chanting only intensifies.

CHYOA! CHYOA! CHYOA!

She continues her hands upward, up onto her head. She was displaying her luscious form to you. You reach up and cup her beautifully supple breasts. The two of you moving in unison, building in intensity. As the two of you continue making love the villagers chant for you, urging you on and on.

CHYOA! CHYOA! CHYOA!

Natali eventually brings her hands down and plants them to either side of your head. She looks down at you, her chestnut brown eyes dancing from the firelight. You stare deeply into each other, reaffirming yet again your lifelong connection of love. She rides you, framed by the stars the the moon. As you continue your connected gaze the world melts around you. Nothing else exists in during this communion of souls. Just you, Natali, and your perfectly aligned shared climax. You howl to the jungle!

CHYOA! CHYOA! CHYOA!