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Post by LexingtonDeville on Jan 11, 2024 3:17:57 GMT -6
An O-shaped gasp crossed Arella’s face once Kobu pervertedly placed his strong hands around her bikini clad waist. This caused her to become briefly distracted from her magic-making as her spellbook dropped to the floor, her hands stationary once the Swedish frat boy touched her without her permission. This caused her her eyes to close and memories of her past life as a member of a Satanic cult - where she occasionally dealt with lecherous stares and inappropriate behaviour from men who were drunk on power and tried to offer her up as potential bride to Satan - to come flooding back as they flashed across her mind.
In a darkened church, a 25 year old Arella, wearing a skimpy slave outfit, was forced to her knees by several hooded zealots. One grabbed her face and licked her cheek, smirking evily, forcing her to face a familiar horned creature standing in front of a burning pentagram. Her purple eyes widened in mind-numbing fear as he approached….
Fighting the internal urge to give Kobu a piece of her mind, the memory faded and Arella opened her eyes, glancing down at the strong arms that were around her waist. Her hands briefly began to glow with purple magic as she released Kobu’s unwanted grip from her hourglass figure, briefly forcing him back a step as her powers simmered down. The alluring enchantress turned around to face him, her patience slowly fraying, even though she didn’t show it. At least not yet.
"There will be plenty of time for that later, Kobu. Please, let me continue my duties." She smiled to the jungle frat boy, using her magic to lift her spellbook back onto the table. She rested her hands on the table, the light in her hut illuminating her ivory skin. "I’m sure you have many tasks and requests to fulfil today."
The way Arella was posed, her unreal figure delicately standing in front of the table, was like an invitation to Kobu. He had to have the sorceress, unaware that she was waiting for him to take the bait….
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Post by Spirals on Jan 12, 2024 7:13:41 GMT -6
Arella was making it harder and harder for Kobu to rest giving her some of his douche boy charm. Ever alluring and seductive, the jungle jock didn't even realize this was all a part of the sorceress's plan.
"Yea I do. But with a body like that they can wait" Kobu chuckled as he took a few steps forward.
The loincloth clad jungle hunk placed his hands on the table behind Arella as he leaned over her flirtatiously.
"Come on Arella, put that book down and give me a kiss" Kobu whispered, as he leaned in for what he thought would be the greatest kiss in all of Alakhu.
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Post by LexingtonDeville on Jan 12, 2024 8:18:17 GMT -6
Arella, her paitence down to it’s last nerve and her back lightly arching backwards, felt uncomfortable in Kobu’s presence. The Swedish jungle frat boy never took "no” for an answer, and it showed as he kept the sorceress from wiggling free, his thick chest and muscular arms effectively blocking her escape route. To a casual observer, this was inappropriate behaviour of the worst kind. But the beautiful enchantress was anticipating this moment.
"Oh, Kobu, I am tempted….” She cooed, placing her soft hands on his broad shoulders and smiling sweetly, like a venus flytrap ready to ensnare a fly. "…But tell me. What good is a kiss if you’re unable to use your lips?"
A look of confusion crossed Kobu’s face, stymieing the jungle douche. Before he could even answer Arella’s strange riddle, he felt a strange sensation beginning to wash over his body. Especially around his lips. Like something was preventing him from puckering up. Arella’s sweet smile soon became a victorious smirk. Now she was ready to strike as she raised her hands off his chest.
"Leas s’uboK htoum tuhs." She spoke backwards, reciting a new incantation which roughly meant "Seal Kobu’s mouth shut."
Kobu suddenly looked down to see his lips suddenly disappearing from around his mouth, leaving behind nothing but skin. His mouth was sealing itself shut! Paralysed by fear, the wide-eyed Kobu staggered back, clutching at his face, allowing the gothic goddess space to move. Given her status as a healer, Arella abstained from the usage of black magic due to her inherent refusal to curse anyone on Álah’kū, but this was more of a humiliation spell than anything else. And it showed as Kobu, his angry voice a cacophony of muffled protests, was dealt a significant blow to his ego.
"That was your last warning, Kobu." Arella warned, using her telekinetic magic to lift him into the air. "How dare you assume me to be one of your conquests! I offered you a chance to change your ways in order to make the future you will face a prosperous one, but your ego has made this premonition all about yourself."
Arella’s magic suddenly binded the terrified Swedish frat boy’s hands behind his back, as well as his ankles, in a pair of purple shaped shackles. She drew him closer. "I kindly requested for you to leave my dwelling, but you chose to make inappropriate and unacceptable advances towards me. I will not tolerate such toxic behaviour from you again. Do you understand?"
Kobu tried to respond, depsite his mouth effectively sealed shut. Arella was having none of it. "Ah, ah, ah, blink twice for yes, once for no." She spoke, her voice calm, yet brimming full of silent rage. "Do you understand that I will not tolerate toxic behaviour from you anymore?"
Kobu blinked twice, indicating yes.
"Clever boy." The enchantress mused, magic energy sparking around her fingertips. "And will you think twice before inappropriately touching a lady?"
Kobu blinked twice again. Another yes.
"I believe you." Arella smiled, her rage slowly subsiding. "Now LEAVE."
With one last push of her telekinetic powers, Kobu was pushed rather roughly out of Arella’s hut, landing on his rear-end. This prompted a small chorus of laughter from several observers going about their business. The shackles that binded his arms and legs faded, just as the sorceress stepped out into the afternoon sunlight. Her voluptuous figure looked positively radiant in the sun. She looked down at the Swedish jungle jock, a look of contempt on her soft face as she watched him gesticulate in a panic to his sealed up mouth.
"Nruter s’uboK htuom ot lamron." Arella spoke, which, roughly translated as Return Kobu’s mouth to normal."
Kobu stopped protesting once the lips on his mouth returned to his chiseled visage. This humiliating spell had come to an end.
"Hmmph." Arella haughtily exclaimed, strutting away from the embarrassed jungle man as she made her way through the village, hoping to find a more suitable replacement willing to have their fortune told and their palm read. And she wouldn’t have to look far.
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Post by Spirals on Jan 15, 2024 21:07:38 GMT -6
The magic that washed over Kobu sent shivers down his spine! Never before had he felt so powerless and helpless, his arms and ankles restrained from shackles. Unable to speak and move or do anything of his own accord!
(Sound familiar?...)
The jungle jock petrified (and slightly turned on to be honest. Arella was gorgeous using her magic and strong women was a definite turn on for the jungle frat boy.) The blonde swede was thrown out of the tent onto his loincloth covered rump. His muffled cries gone when his mouth was finally returned to him.
Laughter filled the air around his as Kobu was filled with embarrassment.
"Looks like someone went and pissed of the newest newcomer. What's the matter Kobu, was someone's charm stronger than yours" Laura laughed as she and Astrid giggled together by the communal area. Having two bikini clad jungle babes laugh at the muscular man cub was not the best feeling in the world.
"Rrrr shut up Laura! Where is that jungle witch...I'll show her to make a fool of me..." The jungle man stood up on his bare feet, red with anger and humiliation. The Swedish stud turned to Arella, ready to give her a piece of his mind but found she was already preoccupied with another crowd.
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Post by LexingtonDeville on Jan 16, 2024 5:19:40 GMT -6
Kobu, his ego considerably deflated, much to Laura’s delight, was seething with anger. No woman had ever dared to humiliate him quite like Arella had just done, and with consummate ease. Like the jungle frat boy was an annoying little fly begging to be swatted. As he prepared to give Arella a piece of his mind, he found that she was already preoccupied with another crowd
Arella made her way through the village, reciprocating several residents’ - especially a young couple - wishing her a good afternoon. With an equally kind smile and a "thank you", acknowledging their little girl’s wide-eyed stare, she walked towards Enzo’s forge.
As Jack conversed with a giggling and flirtatious Kali, with Enzo organising the tools and weapons he crafted under the watchful eye of a giggling Mai, Ryan sat on a nearby wooden bench. Holly was draped around him from behind, her thin arms and soft hands wrapped around his wide shoulders and chest, her breasts pressing into his muscular back. The Mancunian stunner, clad in her trademark zebra print bikini, had treated her fellow British jungle man to a relaxing massage, rubbing her smooth fingers across his toned skin, ironing out any knots and kinks he may have picked up from the morning’s hunt.
"So how do you feel now that you’ve lead your first hunt today, lover boy?” Holly asked, the jangle of her waist chain filling Ryan’s ears as she finished her masseuse duties. She referred to Ryan as her "London lover boy" as a playful term of endearment, secretly hiding a crush on him.
"To sum it up, Holly? I feel really proud of myself." Ryan said humbly. "But I’m not one to brag."
"You’re too honest sometimes, Ryan. And that’s what me, Mai and the rest of the girls love about you." Holly purred, planting a small kiss on his cheek as she left Ryan’s side and joined Mai in observing Enzo continue his hard labours. And the two besties loved to watch the rugged blacksmith work.
"Yeah, sometimes honesty is the best….” Ryan spoke to himself, his voice trailing off as he caught a glimpse of Arella approaching. Time appeared to stand still as the pale enchantress, her white cloak covered body illuminated by the afternoon sun, walked forward. To gaze upon her beauty was no mere request. It was a blessing.
"…Policy." He spoke as Arella stood before him, her hands clasped together at her front. A warm smile crossed her face as she regarded the relaxing British jungle man.
"Hello, Ryan." She smiled.
"Good afternoon, Arella." Ryan politely responded, his icy blue eyes observing her unreal figure standing before his very eyes. "How are you today?"
"Very well, thank you, Ryan." The purple haired princess responded, sitting her voluptuous body next to the British jungle stud. "May I join you?"
"I don’t see why not." Ryan smiled, watching the enchantress cross her legs and meet his icy blue gaze with her own sensual violet coloured eyes. For a brief moment, Arella sensed a connection between her and Ryan. Something her own magic couldn’t explain. For now, she began to devise a plan to catch the British jungle man’s attention and convince him to let her tell him his fortune in her hut….
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Post by Spirals on Jan 20, 2024 10:54:54 GMT -6
With Arella and Ryan now conversing, Kobu couldn’t believe it! The jungle jock marched over to the crowd in a rage. He couldn’t believe Arella would just toss him aside, make a fool out of him, and then move on like it was nothing??
“Hey! No one makes a fool outta Kobu!” The muscular blonde man cub yelled as he clenched his fists. The mesmerizing mystic was in no danger as even a douche bag like Kobu wouldn’t harm a jungle babe. But he was on the verge of a total meltdown and seconds from blowing.
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Post by LexingtonDeville on Jan 20, 2024 15:48:27 GMT -6
As Ryan and Arella began to converse, the gothic goddess was already swayed by the British jungle man’s charming masculinity in the early afternoon sunshine. She responded by resting her hand on Ryan’s knee, a clear indication that she was interested. This was a red rag to the bull that was Kobu. The jungle jock marched over to the small crowd of jungle babes and jungle men, his chest puffed out, fists clenched and yelling at the top of his lungs, he recalled how Arella had humiliated him seconds ago with her magic. And he was not going to let that slide so easily.
Arella, however, was already two steps ahead. She was in no mood for another confrontation as she noticed Kobu demanding everyone’s attention. As Jack and Kali rolled their eyes at his arrogance, while Holly, Mai and Enzo let out a trio of audible groans, the sorceress knew she had to act fast. But how? She suddenly rose up from the wooden bench, appearing to have ended her conversation with Ryan on a brief note. Now was her time to show him her hidden charms….
"Ryan, I am not trying to seduce you." Arella coyly insisted, taking three steps forward until she was standing with her back to Ryan.
"I never said you were, Arella." Ryan smiled, hoping to convince the sexy sorceress to change her mind.
A smile crossed Arella’s face as her hands unclipped the red crimson jewel that held her hooded cloak around her neck, opening it outwards. As if in slow motion, with her hands clasping it’s fastening clip, the white covering delicately dropped down to unveil her voluptuous figure. Her soft back matched her pale complexion and short purple coloured locks, as well as her panther fur thong bikini, which accentuated her perfectly rounded derrière. Even her thin gold belt adorned with red crimson jewels that clung to her waist, just above her hips, was distracting to the most casual observer.
Ryan’s eyes didn’t know where to look! He caught a small hint of sideboob as Arella unwrapped herself like a busty Christmas present for the jungle man’s eyes only, glancing over her left shoulder with a seductive gaze, never breaking eye contact with the stud. Her cloak was almost hanging off her body, and she was giving Ryan a brief, but sexy striptease! This caused a slight smile from a piggybacking Kali, who was affixed to Jack’s muscular back. She knew where this was going for the mysterious newcomer.
"Would you like me to seduce you?" Arella asked in a sultry tone of voice, swaying her hips and derrière lightly.
"Is that what you’re trying to tell me, Arella?" Ryan asked, a cool expression on his face as the gothic goddess stood before him.
Kobu’s chiseled features suddenly flushed lobster red. Not only had Arella humiliated him, but now she was seducing his main rival right in front of his face! A rival who always seemed to upstage him and make him feel inferior. And now this was the final blow to the Swedish jungle boy’s ego….
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Post by Spirals on Jan 21, 2024 17:58:10 GMT -6
"RRRAAAAAHR"
Kobu roared with anger and turned around in rage. The blonde Swede had been humiliated and figuratively stomped on by Arella's magnetic charm. The jungle sorceress was now in the middle of charming fellow jungle man Ryan Masterson.
The British hunk was too busy handling Arella's swaying hips to care about Kobu's tempter tantrum. The jungle jock was infamous for his douche bag attitude that many didn't find appealing. Luckily his looks and hunting skills did not match his attitude which is why the hunky man cub was valuable to the tribe.
Kobu stormed off into the jungle, leaving his spear and any other equipment behind. His big bare feet left imprints in the dense jungle floor as he marched into the luscious green, no clear direction in mind. The loincloth clad stud marched deeper into the thicket and across the island, fists clenched and face twisted in anger.
"Stupid Ryan...I almost had her if he didn't get in the way" Kobu grunted, somehow convinced the British stud was to blame for his failed attempt at seducing Arella.
Finally, the jungle man slowed down and breathed a bit. Acting like a child was Kobu's strong suit. After 30 minutes the anger he felt was drifting away like the Álah’kūian winds. "Guess I should head back and help prepare for dinner" the muscular man cub muttered.
Turning around Kobu began his treck back to the man-village. But he wouldn't make it far. Kobu had entered the territory of another sultry Álah’kuian denizen.
One who would sssccertainly give the blonde hunk a time out that he so clearly needed.
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Post by LexingtonDeville on Jan 22, 2024 2:18:17 GMT -6
30 minutes earlier…
Once Kobu’s temper tantrum subsided and he stormed off into the jungles of Álah’kū, Arella (as well as everyone else in the village) ignored his departure and continued to stand with her back to Ryan, her hips swaying from left to right. As she allowed Ryan’s icy blue eyes to drink in her voluptuous curves, she sensually took three steps forward until her perfectly shaped derrière was mere inches from the British jungle man’s groin. Even in the early afternoon sunlight, her pale skin was ethereal.
"Yes, Ryan. I have a proposal for you." Arella purred, respoding to the stud’s earlier question that enquired into her seduction tactics.
"What kind of proposal?" Ryan asked charmingly, rising to his feet behind the sorceress, his strong hands ghosting up to rest on her wide hips. He inhaled her scent, and it was a positively intoxicating combination of lavender, rose, and vanilla. Her cloak nonchalantly dropped to the floor, revealing her body in all its glory.
"I’ll let you in on a little secret, Ryan. I have been watching you from… oh my…. a distance ever since I arrived on this island. I want to see what the… mmmm… future holds for you on Álah’kū." Arella revealed, her proposal interrupted as a gasp left her mouth. She looked down and saw the jungle stud’s hands caressing the milky white skin on her hips and thighs, purring contentedly. The sorceress wanted Ryan, and the attraction between them both was palpable.
”Would you like me to tell you your fortune?” She asked, her own soft hands interlocking around the British jungle hunk’s hands, squeezing his fingers and encouraging him to wrap his muscular arms around her waist. Her violet eyes glanced to her left and met his icy blue gaze.
"You drive a hard bargain, Arella. But my answer is yes.” Ryan responded charmingly, feeling Arella relax in his protective embrace. Unlike Kobu and his unacceptable behaviour around women, he knew how to make a woman feel safe in his presence.
"Then come with me, you handsome jungle man. And may the spirits be kind." Arella smiled, her left hand ghosting upwards to tenderly touch Ryan’s left cheek. As she twirled free from Ryan’s embrace, her ample breasts lightly jostling, Ryan picked up her hooded cloak and handed it to her. Once she covered her body with it, connecting it to her neck once again, the sorceress took the British jungle man’s hand and lead him to her dwelling, secretly eager to have a subject who respects her boundaries and knows how to charm the opposite sex.
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30 minutes later…
Kobu, his anger now dissipating and giving way to a more calm demeanour, decided it was time to head back to the village and help prepare for the evening’s festivities. Little did he know was that his walk home was about to be interrupted. Unbeknownst to the Swedish jungle jock, he had unwittingly stumbled into the Western hemisphere of Álah’kū. This part of the jungle was home to a very crafty being, one who had been watching Kobu’s 30 minute period of rest through a pair of lavender coloured eyes amidst the canopy.
In the treetops was a mighty python named Sashima. Her long and sinuous 35ft long body was wrapped around a sturdy branch, with white coils and a hot pink underbelly. The pattern of her scales appeared to be covered with pink lovehearts, which was a unique design for a snake on Álah’kū. She was a snake renowned for her crafty mind and seductive nature. She giggled to herself, silent enough for only herself to hear, at the Swedish frat boy’s physique. Such a catch with muscular arms, a thick chest, and a defined six pack, clad only in a standard leopard print two flap loincloth, demanded her attention.
"Well, well, well, what a sssssight for ssssuch ssssore eyessss. Maybe I can help him……" Sashima mused, watching Kobu come close to her tree. Her tail reached up to pluck a mango from the branches above, subsequently launching it to the ground below. Once it impacted on a neighbouring tree, Kobu stopped. Something was watching him, but with good intentions……
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Post by Spirals on Jan 25, 2024 23:48:20 GMT -6
With Ryan occupied and charming the gothic princess and Kobu heading back to the man-village, all seemed right in Alakhu.
Until….
*SMACK*
A mango was chucked to a tree aside from the hunky jungle man, catching his attention. The blonde Swede tilted his head in curiosity and alertness as he stepped toward the squished fruit.
“Hey! Whoever’s playing games I’m not in the mood!” Kobu growled, calling out to the what appeared to be empty jungle. And despite the muscular man cubs keen senses and excellent tracking skills, to the human eye some predators were practically invisible in those treetops.
The jungle jock crouched, adopting a gorilla like stance. Hobbling across the floor on all fours Kobu grunted and entered the nearby bushes. His loincloth clad body flexing with every movement as the sun glimmered off his sweaty, tan skin. An arial attack meant someone or something was hidden in the canopy. Kobu knew keeping low to the ground was important to avoid such an attacker.
Unless the attacker decided to join him on the ground…
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Post by LexingtonDeville on Jan 26, 2024 2:26:55 GMT -6
"Not in the mood, are we?" Sashima giggled, her sultry voice filtering through the canopy. Her keen eyesight observed Kobu’s gorilla like stance, how he moved and grunted like the great apes that inhabit Álah’kū’s vast and expansive jungles. Even the flexing of his muscular body made the crafty serpent hiss silently with a hidden desire. Oh, yes. The Swedish jungle jock was the perfect subject to alleviate her crippling bordeom.
With Kobu keeping low to the ground, Sashima decided it was time to introduce herself. Utilising another distraction with her tail rustling a nearby branch to get the blonde-haired frat boy glancing in the wrong direction, she silently lowered her head and neck scales down from the canopy. Her descent was effortlessly silent, having mastered this technique when it came to spooking the many herbivores that grazed near her tree. Her forked tongue flickered out to taste the air, picking up Kobu’s sweat tipped scent. By now, she was more or less right behind the oblivious jungle jock, dangling like a scaly vine. She ghosted up behind Kobu, her snout inches from his left ear.
"BOO!" She hissed, hoping for the desired reaction….
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Back at the village, Arella pulled back the flap to her sanctuary, guiding Ryan inside. The British jungle hunk felt the oppressive and humid heat dissipate, a wave of calm and inviting serenity washing over his tanned skin. Like he was stepping into a hot springs with the gothic goddess. He glanced down and felt the warm caress of dewy grass and moss under his feet, wind chimes echoing softly and urging him to let Arella‘s presence guide his mind, body and soul. Ryan regarded the candles, religious figures, runestone, paintings and queen-sized bed that adorned Arella’s tent, seeing how it big it was on in the inside compared to the outside.
"Quite a lot of space you have here, Arella." Ryan complimented.
”Blessed are all who enter my dwelling, Ryan. The spirits tell me that you are worthy to receive my blessing." Arella smiled warmly, leading the jungle hunk to the small and round table where her crystal ball sat. Her magic could sense the good karma emanating from his soul, which manifested in the sorceress’s hand gently squeezing his own, almost lovingly. Compared to Kobu’s inappropriate advances earlier, she felt safe next to Ryan, his protective and masculine nature the love and security she secretly yearned for.
"Do you think I’m worthy enough?” Ryan asked, never taking his eyes off her phenomenal figure.
"That remains to be seen, Ryan. Sit, please." Arella kindly suggested.
As his hand released her own, Ryan sat at the table. Arella sat opposite, her crystal ball beginning to glow. The light from the entrance began to slowly disappear as the inside of her tent became bathed in darkness. Several candles magically lit themselves, providing an atmosphere of mystery. It was now time for Ryan’s future to be decided…..
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Post by Spirals on Feb 5, 2024 23:05:19 GMT -6
"GAHHH!"
Kobu yelped as he heard a sudden "BOO!" in his left ear. The blonde-haired jungle jock jumped backed, strong legs and bare feet in the air as he landed on his loincloth clad rump.
"HEY! What gives!?" the hunky Swede groaned as he quickly rose to his feet and eyed his mysterious assailant, still crouched in a slight squat/gorilla like stance.
The muscular man cub eyed the dangling snake, now so clearly visible. It's pink scales glistening in a variety of shades in a sea of green. What an odd looking serpent, not like many Kobu's seen before. And he's encountered his fair share of slippery snakes.
"Who are you" Kobu demanded, his frat boy personality returning to its normal demanding and entitled self. And while Kobu was dealing with an intriguing intruder on his personal time, Ryan was having an eye opening experience with Arella.
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Post by LexingtonDeville on Feb 6, 2024 3:47:36 GMT -6
Watching Kobu clumsily jump back and land on his leopard-print covered backside made Sashima giggle in a very sultry tone. The patterns of pink love-hearts on her white coils glistened in the sunlight amdist the backdrop of green underbrush, creating an alluring sense of mystery. Once the jungle jock demanded she tell him her name, the python dispensed with the fun and games, preparing to tell him the name she was bestowed with.
"Ssssilly me, where are my mannersssss? I am Sashima" The python hissed playfully, observing Kobu stil crouched in his gorllia like stance. She sensed that he was still wary of trusting her, but her lavender eyes could not be drawn away from his muscular physique. "What are you doing sssso deep in thissss part of the jungle, may I assssk?"
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Back at Arella’s tent, the seductive sorceress’ soft fingers commanded the swirling mass of smoke as it filled her crystal ball, a small glow of light from the orb briefly filling the darkness. Ryan remained silent and respectful, allowing her to concentrate. Arella sensed this quiet and reserved manner from the British jungle hunk, which only increased the attraction between them. The smoke dissipated, revealing visions from Ryan’s past - a hospital ward, a pair of grateful parents, and a tiny baby being delivered into the world. As well as the many birthdays he celebrated.
"From the day you were born, you lead an idyllic childhood, Ryan." Arella smiled warmly. "It was a most wonderful occasion for the miracle of life."
"Life always finds a way." Ryan smiled, his icy blue eyes observing the beautiful enchantress as she viewed his past through her crystal ball, which filled with more smoke. As the grey clouds dissipated, more visions from Ryan’s past were shown. Including some of his hardworking parents, both prominent zoologists, as they travelled the world with their son and vowed to preserve the survival of many endangered species.
"Your parents dedicated their lives to the survival of the natural word. It was a very noble cause." Arella revealed, her crystal ball showing images of a young 5 year old Ryan cuddling a cheetah cub, a macaw perched on his shoulder, and also being picked up by the trunk of a female elephant that hugged him. "That was where your fascination with the wild began."
"I still miss them, Arella. Every day." Ryan sighed, the smile from his face fading, his normal confident persona giving way to a vulnerable side that had not surfaced seen since that fateful stormy night that claimed their lives.
Amidst the glimmering orb in the soothing darkness, Arella’s left hand reached over the table and gripped the jungle hunk’s left hand tightly. Pure love was radiating from the sorceress’s soul, and a gentle squeeze from her fingers to his own reassured him that he shouldn’t let his past define him.
"Do not doubt your past, Ryan. Please, let me continue." She spoke, her psychic powers speaking to Ryan inside his mind, encouraging him to remain seated and for his future to be told. Ryan took a deep breath, knowing that if he backed out now, he might never know his own fate…..
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Post by Spirals on Feb 11, 2024 15:02:47 GMT -6
"Sashima? Never heard of you before..." Kobu muttered to himself.
The man-village tried to keep track of all the serpentine creatures that lurked in the depths of the jungle. The members of the tribe knew far too well of the hypnotic gift most snakes possessed on the island. Luckily, Álah’kū protected those who served her, which usually led to most mesmerized jungle hunk and jungle babes to be miraculously saved. But not before some kinky and scaly fun.
"None of your business snake. Just passing through" The blonde jungle jock grunted. Kobu stood up and dusted the grime off his arms. The muscular man didn't deem Sashima as a threat, seemed to take her heart patterned scales as a sign of harmlessness. Still, Kobu would be weary and leave before things got to serious.
"I'm actually on my way out" the loincloth clad hunk said as she gently shoved Sashima's lowered hear aside and attempted to walk past her. Unaware Sashima had some tricks up her scaly sleeve, and a plan forming for the handsome jungle man.
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Post by LexingtonDeville on Feb 12, 2024 2:48:12 GMT -6
Álah’kū, for all its tropical scenery and lush paradise-esque surroundings, was inhabited by a large variety of snakes that were blessed with unique and unusual talents. The man village was aware of these serpents and their special hypnotic abilities, but generally respected the territories that some lay claim too. But curiosity always got the better of some brave souls, with many mesmerised jungle studs and jungle beauties regularly falling victim to these alluring overtures, which often resulted in suggestive and flirtatious fun, and an inevitable rescue by a jungle comrade.
Sashima didn’t appreciate Kobu gently pushing her head aside. Before he could walk past and be on his way to the man village, the crafty python quickly darted her head in front of the jungle jock’s eyes and blocked his path. "For sssssomeone who’ssss on hisssss way out, you ssseem very rude." The python hissed, her tail slowly descending from above and towards Kobu. Not to wrap him up, but to keep the Swedish frat boy hooked.
"After all, we’ve only jusssst met." Sashima warmly responded, booping her tail on his nose playfully . "Tell me your name, man-cub."
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Back in the darkness of Arella’s tent, the smoke surrounding the inside of her crystal ball dissipated, revealing an image of Álah’kū under darkened skies. This was the vision of that fateful night, a night which would become the genesis of Ryan’s storied journey from lost boy to fearless man. A fierce thunderstorm ravaged the island, with heavy rain spattering the canopy of the jungle below as a small plane braved the fierce force of nature. The light aircraft was carrying Ryan’s family, piloted by his intrepid father. Suddenly, it was struck by a bolt of lightning, which set the left wing on fire and sent the plane into a tailspin. As the plane crashed in the jungles of Álah’kū, it’s front rotor igniting in a shower of sparks, the then 8-year old Ryan managed to leap clear before a fireball consumed the wreckage. He cried out for his mother and father, but there was no response…..
Ryan turned his head away from the orb, briefly closing his eyes in a vain bid to block out this painful memory. Arella could sense a wave of sadness and guilt smothering his soul. The sorceress yearned to comfort him, to show that he was not alone in the world, and to soothe all the pain that he carried underneath his charming and brave persona.
"Such a horrifying experience for one so young.” Arella mused, her clairvoyant skills granting her the power of hindsight as she observed this tragic memory. "Your parents death was not your fault, Ryan. The spirits of Álah’kū never intended for this maelstrom of fury to claim their lives."
"No child should have to watch their parents die…. I couldn’t save them….." Ryan solemnly expressed, his icy blue eyes opening as he bravely returned his gaze back to Arella’s crystal ball.
"But through tragedy, there was hope, Ryan. For Álah’kū sent you a protector that would shape and mould your life." The gothic enchantress warmly spoke. A series of new visions appeared on her crystal ball - it was the future jungle hunk wandering aimlessly through the dark jungle, lost and scared. Black smoke and flame filled the air as the wreckage of the light aircraft burned behind him. Suddenly, there came a wolf's howl in the distance. The young Ryan froze, his confusion giving way to fear. A pair of yellow eyes appeared in the darkness amidst the falling rain and rumbling thunder. Out of the shadows stepped a lone female wolf, its keen sense of smell detecting the boy’s scent. Moonlight reflected off her light grey fur
"Sirona… She found me." Ryan smiled, remembering how magnificent she was to his young eyes, ”I was lost and frightened, but only for a second."
"That was when your new life began, Ryan. The wolves became your spiritual guide.” Arella smiled, watching a vision of the then 8-year old British jungle boy touching Sirona’s snout, with the female wolf leading him deeper into the dark jungles and to the relative safety of the pack as the storm continued to endure. A montage of Ryan’s time with the pack filled the crystal ball, showcasing how the jungle stud was taught how to hunt, how to defend himself and his new family, and how to be fearless. His growth from young boy to teenager resulted in not only the development of a newly instilled bravery and courage, but a commitment to keeping himself in shape as he regularly exercised.
"If it wasn’t for Sirona, I wouldn’t be here now…." Ryan spoke, eternally grateful for his lupine friends being his surrogate family. Arella’s purple eyes gazed up from her orb and at the pensive and reserved British jungle hunk. Her attraction to him was at a fever pitch, even in the darkness of her tent. Deep down, Arella was establishing a connection with Ryan. And she was content to wait until his future was set….
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