Yes. All of it.

I started out by telling her that I didn't actually know the girl I was here to rescue, except that she was a member of the Amazon tribe. But once I had started, I found myself unable to stop, and everything I had kept hidden came tumbling out. A good deal more than she had asked for. I told her about my past, about my desire to join the Amazon tribe, and even about why they had refused me.

A few moments in, Lyra sat down in front of me, watching me as I talked. I got the sense that she was listening to me as she would have one of her instructors at the academy. I found myself describing scenes from my past, meandering on about pointless details, just to enjoy her attentive gaze.

When I finally ran out of things to say, she at first remained seated silently for a moment, taking it all in. Then, without a word, she reached forward and pulled my clothing away, gazing at my flaccid member with incredulity. I felt the blush rise to my cheeks and tried to push her away, but she refused to be dislodged. Tentatively, she reached one hand forward, first brushing it with her fingers, then curling her grip around the shaft. Despite myself, I thrilled at the sensation, and I began to harden in her grasp. I could feel the warmth of her breath on my sensitive skin. For a moment, I was possessed with a strange urge to grab her head by the hair and **** myself into her mouth, but even had the thought of forcing her not repulsed me I would not have had the courage to do anything that might disturb the moment.

She stood up and began to hastily remove her clothing, and I numbly followed suit. Then she pushed me to the ground before lying her own body beside me. She began to slowly stroke my now fully stiffened rod with one hand, while the other took my hand and guided it to her folds. As the shock began to wear off, I explored her most sensitive area with increased eagerness. I still couldn't believe this was happening, but I wanted to make the most of it.

Eventually I grew frustrated with the limited extent to which I was able to explore her body, so I reluctantly pulled away from her ministrations and moved myself lower down her body. I brought my face to her mound, taking in as much as I could. Her smell was so tantalizing, I couldn't resist lowering myself down for a taste. Soon my lips were pressed as fervently against her down below as they had been above earlier. I found the raised hood at the top of her cleft and closed my mouth around it, and she shuddered and moaned in pleasure. I dove my tongue again and again between her folds, searching for every feature. I was driven not only by my own arousal, or even by her pleasure, but by a consuming need to know a woman's body, a need to understand what I lacked. As her moans increased in passion and urgency, I realized that I wanted to experience through her the pleasures I was to be denied. I needed to give to her what could never be given to me.

I almost missed it when the moment came, but when her entire body went tense all at once, I raised my eyes and found her looking back down at me. The pure bliss in her expression was so powerful, I felt a part of it in myself. I matched her groans with my own as my erection throbbed beneath me, spilling my seed into the grass.

Though I had hardly moved my body, I felt a sudden wave of exhaustion wash over me, and collapsed panting beside her. After a while, she turned on her side to face me and nibbled tenderly at my earlobe. "Now it's my turn to tell you a secret," she whispered breathily in my ear, "you're actually a fantasy come true for me. A woman with a cock between her legs. Which is why I'm definitely not going to let you off that easily. And if you're worried about the others walking in on us, don't," she added as she fished something out of her discarded clothing. An empty vial. "I put a little something in the stew to make sure they all had a restful night," she finished with a devious wink.