they quickly agreed .

Melissa once convinced that your boat was fast enough to save time and big enough to avoid most lurking beasts of the deep was happy to skip crossing so much jungle.

She was a huntress and a good one , but being nearly alone and without real weapon is not a sane activity in this world's jungles.

You were happy to learn that the path to your boat would get you away from the spiders and frogmen's territory.

The Croacks, as Melissa called them, were macabre farmers, killing animals and humans for the sole purpose of feeding their corpses to the large maggots and giant flies they were eating . Worse there were rumors of girls kept alive to be bred, their offspring ignoble abominations, half human half Croack.

You thanked the stars for Alice ability to know where she was. On a world like this, getting lost would be a **** sentence and you couldn't find the boat if your life depended on it.(which it did)

You continued your trek in the jungle, sharp stick in hand, watching the bushes and your new companions.

Melissa was at all time keeping an eye on the four armed girl, who she clearly didn't trust.

After a while and some really sore feet you arrived at the beach and a short walk later you found your boat.

You had lost your pair of boots to the spiders and your feet were hurt from the long walk and the hard terrain. Alice tended to them with the medikit and put some bandages around them.

Melissa was astounded, she never saw a boat that big and made of metal.

She knew metal but in her tribe the only things made of it were relics of a long past or small trinkets of unknown use.

Luckily she was an accomplished hunter and went around the island often in boats and even to farther place, she would be able to guide us to her village.

But first there was a problem.

The drop catcher.

She didn't knew how her village would react to the girl even if you vouched for her.

She was asking you to make her leave.

"I not know where village be. I lost for days before spiders took me. If alone I die. Pink one's rod often hard, need drop catcher." Said the Flavia in some very basic language. After some exchange you learned that drop catcher was her job, her people didn't use names at all. Sperm was sacred in her culture and a drop catcher was there to make sure all males had a female to spurt it in at all time. It was important to her not to offend her gods.

Her large size made sex less intense than with Alice but you were very interested in the possibilities four boobs so large offered. Her skin which was beginning to smell was now clean after she bathed in sea water.

You had now a choice to make.

Either take her with you and risk turning against you the human village or leave her alone here to die.

She was only a xeno after all and your priority was humanity, but still she was the second woman and the first biological one that you had sex with.