Last Day in the Jungle

Miriamelle stretched, feeling somewhat subconscious as she felt her bodacious bosom shift higher on her chest. Dazar had given her additional instructions; this morning, when she worked out, she was to do it nude. The same would go for the future, if it wouldn’t put her in an unduly compromising position. His reasoning made sense, she knew her self-consciousness didn’t befit her new purpose. Though she knew Dazar’s training would turn her into a slut, Miri still hated that word. It was a crude word used to libel young women, and Miri had always had a problem. However, reason informed her that if she were to ever get home, a slut she would be, in truth. Moving onto the next exercise, Miri contemplated Aiano’s words from a few minutes earlier.

“Miriamelle, that was the best meal yet. I must be truthful and admit that matched peak input from Creator Culver when he inputted sexual energy after the travel to Earth. I still hunger for more energy.”

Reaching down and touching her toes, Miri found herself thanking the jungle for the cover it gave her. The only person around who would care was Dazar, and he was fishing breakfast. It was his last chance to do so before they reached Greenwater, and he looked so happy doing so. Sitting down, Miri worked on stretching her legs. The black crop-top beneath her was moist from where she had unintentionally ground her moist pussy during the previous set. Miri hated how constantly aroused she was. The butt-plug, taste of cum in her mouth, and recent memories of fucking had left her as horny as ever. It even aroused her, how hot and bothered she was.

Though she could not yet do the splits, she was working on it, getting in the position and pushing herself for a count of thirty. All the while, thoughts of dick-riding filled her mind and threatened her concentration. Breathing heavy, she laid back, relaxing her burning muscles.

“Damn, Aiano, got any clue why I’m so constantly horny? It’s like as soon as I got here, all I’ve had on my mind is Anders and cock,” Miri asked her bracelet.

“No solid idea, as you are the only data point I have… Creator Culver had mastered his libido and once told me it felt like he was always aroused, yet never thought about sex. My theory is your body is reacting to the sexual energy I am harvesting… Creator Culver never… engaged in such things as frequently as you have.”

Miri frowned, “Great. So now my own bracelet is turning me into a pervert.” She looked over and saw Dazar fishing peacefully. Rolling her eyes, she spread her legs. Her hands crept down, and she bit her lower lip when she reached her needy pussy. Fuck, she was hot; her wet cunt dripped arousal and her finger entered her tight channel without much resistance. Keeping quiet, Miri gently pumped the finger in. The other hand traced lower, teasing her perineum before fingering her plug. She was eager to see if the cleaning spell worked through the plug, she was sure it had, but wanted confirmation. Softly moaning, Miri worked the plug out over the course of a couple of minutes; whenever it was left in too long, her anal ring tightened, making her tight as an ass virgin. Tasting her pussy lube on the back of her hand, Miri bit down to stifle her moan as she yanked the black plug out. Miriamelle examined the plug and found it clean, if anything it smelled faintly of lavender. It saddened her, previously, the plug had retained the scent of Anders’ cherry lube. Still, she brought it to her mouth and sucked. It tasted clean, and Miri smiled around the plug.

“Aiano, that clean spell is the best thing, ever!” Miri whispered excitedly.

“Yes, my lady. I shall remember that for you.”

Miriamelle sucked on the plug, properly lubing it up. She pulled the anal plug out and spit on her other hand. Stifling her moans, Miri lubed up her asshole, pleasantly surprised how tight her asshole remained after nearly a week of keeping the sex toy in. The girl with the yellow bandanna fucked her ass with two fingers, her pussy leaking copious amount of lube down inside of her inner butt-cheeks. Her eyes grew steamy and unseeing, focused on her own pleasure as she was. The girl sucked on the black plug one more time before she stuck it into her ass. It slipped in easily, partially from the **** Miri exerted in her passion, and partially because her asshole had gotten used to the toy.

The curly brunette imagined it was Anders licking her pussy and playing with her ass. Imagination took hold and Miri was back in her room on Earth. The river pebbles surrounding her became a pink comforter, the gorgeous sky replaced with white drywall. Most importantly, Anders was between her legs, sucking her pussy and staring at her with those hot eyes of his. He toyed her ass in preparation of his hard cock.

Flicking her bean and rimming her asshole with different hands, Miri felt her body tense in preparation of the inevitable when she heard a voice, “Fuck me! I leave you alone for half an hour, and you’re already diddling yourself!” Miri froze and yelped. She would have covered herself, but she was too shocked.

Dazar stood a few feet away, holding two steaming bowls of food. Grinning ear to ear, the master thief chortled, “Fuck, I wish I had your youth. When you’re done, foods ready.”

The moment broken, Miri hopped up and followed Dazar, stopping by the tent to get dressed. Reconvening by the fire pit, Dazar had her plate of food and a circlet looking object resting on a large piece of fossilized driftwood. Miri sat down and ate, “Thanks for the food, Daddy Dazar.! The fish is delicious as always.”

“Not a problem, catfish put up a fight, thought she would snap the line,” Dazar crowed, stabbing a particularly juicy morsel with his fork.

They quickly and quietly, both eager in their own way to get going. Dazar finished first, and he pointed at the circlet. “Miri,” He said, grabbing her attention. “Do you see that silvery looking circlet beside you?”

“Yea, what is it?” Miri responded after swallowing her mouthful.

“Examine it. Then tell me your guess,” her mentor ordered. It was silver, with the design of a prancing doe etched on the outside. Miri ran her finger along it, feeling the smooth grooves that almost looked like they were interlocking. Seeing it up close, it was far too small to fit around a neck, but was a touch larger than the width of a woman’s bracelet. Considering the problem, she determined the thing was an anklet. It wasn’t sharp to touch, but Miri spotted a fold running along the top and bottom, symmetrically bound on the inside. Turning it around in her hands, she discovered a delicate clasp that presumably held the jewelry together. Undoing the clasp, Miri gasped as the anklet unfolded, snapping together in a link, revealing a thin pointy dagger. Where she gripped the clasp prior, she now held the hilt of a dagger. It weighed the same and to Miri’s mind felt balanced. The blade consisted of the folds, tapered to a fine point, and the doe etching fit her palm perfectly.

Miri described all that and finished off by saying, “Thank you, Daddy.”

“I picked up a few decades ago, and had it stashed in my bag of holding ever since. Since you can’t use that thing in your jacket, I thought you could use some protection. Anyhow, let’s break camp and head to town,” Dazar grinned, enjoying the look of befuddlement on Miri’s face.