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Naru was more frightened than she showed. More frightened than she had the capacity to show.

She felt frozen, locked into her grimace of bravery and ferocity. The Piamupits smiled at her with his awful stretched out, cut up mouth. Like the mouths of three wolves, jumbled together as in a child’s drawing, all of those toothy maws opened up at once for her. She had no doubt that his broad, sadistic grin was genuine—that he felt nothing but the will to dominate.

Before she could make a move, try to draw more blood from the Piamupits’s seemingly inexhaustible green supply, his hand came at her. It seemed as if everything was suddenly underwater, moving only as fast as water would allow them.

She heard a soft whoosh while his hand neared her face. Then she felt the blow against her cheek, the report of the slap and the shock of pain blossoming where she’d been struck.

The force of the impact snapped Naru’s head to one side, her long dark hair splashing over her face. Her body tipped to the side until she landed on her flank, her elbow trapped under her body.

The world felt like it was exploding around her. Her jawbone stung where his knuckles had clashed against it. The Piamupits had nearly knocked her out. She tried to scramble up, but another slap hit, made her head strike the ground with a thud.

“Take it, bitch.”

Naru’s eyes shot open. The thing had spoken, but not in its own voice, whatever that was. She recognized one of the tribesman—name lost in her flailing mind—but it was definitely someone she knew. The Piamupits had his words like she might take someone’s scalp.

Her skin stung and her head throbbed from the finishing blows. She knew that the Piamupits could kill her now, that he could take whatever trophy he wanted from her body, and no one would come to save her or to bury her. The knowledge terrified her. Only dimly was Naru aware that she was thrilled… the thrill she’d feel facing a mountain lion or bear.

But those were natural, revered spirits who were part of her land. The Piamupits was not. It was dangerous, a monster, it had taken the lives of her friends already. But the fear she felt—its wrongness—only intensified the thrill. She couldn’t even bury it under her fright.

The Piamupits let her breathe hard for a moment. But the tension in their tiny slice of the world was building quickly. She sensed the beast was waiting for something, drawing this out, enjoying it as he hadn’t with the others he had killed.

Her head cleared. She rubbed her hand over the flaming red marks on her cheek, watching as the Piamupits stared at her. Was he giving her the chance to stand down? Did he expect her to slink away, defeated, and give him free rein over the tribe’s land?

In that moment, he reminded her of the men in her tribe. The Piamupits had to be a man. And whatever shape it was, however deformed it was, there was a way to hurt every man.

Naru threw herself up at him in a launch like a lunging panther. She drove her hand under his loincloth, grasping for whatever she could find. And stopped, shocked at what she found.

She knew what to expect down there—what all male animals had for female animals—but as big as the Piamupits was, his maleness seemed… out of proportion. Too big, impossibly big, thick and long. Her fingers could barely wrap around it; could not meet on the other side of its girth. And it thrummed. If Naru could get a grip on a raging river, on a thundercrack, it would have to feel like this.

The Piamupits groaned, in its own guttural voice, not one of her people’s. He seemed excited—the tension from before coming to a head. Her fingers gripped his throbbing prick. Naru found herself pulling at his foreskin, moving it back and forth over the tip of the creature’s maleness. It was just so big… and so excited… and she was excited.

That thrill she’d felt to fight him turning into something else, like a forest catching fire. It might become ash, but for now, it was an inferno.

The Piamupits moved his hips into her fist, moaning with the sensation it found in that movement. Instinctively, Naru tried to satisfy him—she stroked the upper half of his manhood, squeezing the sensitive part just under the head. It seemed to work as well for the Piamupits as it would for a Comanche. His knob swelled into a juicy apple under her touch.

Her hand moved faster now, stroking from the top all the way to the bottom with a repeating rhythm. The Piamupits arched his back and groaned. Naru stood there, feeling absurdly powerful when he hovered over her, but she could look down at his cock… then back at his inhuman face and the sense of pleasure she got from the set of his strange mouth. Then back to his prick, seeing how her fist was pumping him, taking him to the brink and electrifying herself in the process.

Suddenly, the Piamupits roared; Naru thought he might be about to attack again, no longer stunned by the oddness of what she was doing. But that wasn’t it. The creature quaked and a pearlescent white boiled out of his hardness.

Naru was somewhat glad it wasn’t the same glowing green as his other bodily fluids, but it was most definitely not the essence she’d expect from a Comanche. It seemed brighter, more white, and just from the look of it it appeared hotter, as firewood appeared red in the middle of a campfire.

She cried out, expecting to be burnt as the semen landed on her leg, but it wasn’t that hot. Only the warmth of water from a hot spring, the kind that seemed better at sending uncleanliness smoking away than cool water.

She found herself purring happily, her eyes fixed on the thick maleness, on the fat cockhead, the swollen balls with no hair, just a mottled paleness. So like a man’s, but so much like an animal’s too. Some bizarre animal from a land she’d never known.

Then the Piamupits’s cock exploded in her hand, harder than it had before. Hot stringy launches of his white seed splashing against Naru’s belly and chest. He came like a fountain, rope after rope shooting out to cover her body.

Naru couldn’t look away. And she felt seized by a drive to do even more. To swoop down and take that spurting cock into her mouth—taste what it had to feed her until the very last of that impressive orgasm had been accepted by her gulping throat…

Why had she done this? What was she doing? Naru had fought with a few others in the tribe, those few that would agree to spar with her, but she’d never felt this.

But they’d never challenged her like this Piamupits had. Even when they beat her, she knew she could beat them if only she got a little faster, stronger, more clever. But the Piamupits’s dominance was unassailable. She could wound him, bleed him, but that was only… foreplay. The consummation wasn’t her killing him. It was…

The Piamupits breathed hard. It undid a latch on its belt and the loincloth dropped down. Now Naru saw in full what she had only glimpsed before, felt. His cock was huge. The size of a horse’s—the kind of thing the woman in her village nervously giggled about, hoping their chosen mate would have, or at least saying they hoped.

Naru knew a woman’s space could grow as soft as a man’s thing could harden. She could stretch to accommodate almost anything a man had to give her. But she was a virgin. She’d been touched by men, but only their fingers. Never a cock, much less something like that—more like the haft of an axe than a prick. Yet he was going to use it as a man would… make her be a woman to it. He would split her in half, murder her.

Naru shook her head from side to side, trying to tell herself that if the Piamupits wanted her dead, he would’ve done it with the same simplicity and cleanness as he had dispatched all the others. She still moaned in terror as the Piamupits stepped out of his dropped loincloth, then took off his helmet.

Naru could not even accept its face. It wasn’t a man in some battle garb, some ceremonial mask. It was entirely something else and she reached the limits of her shock. There could be no more attempts to fit the Piamupits into her frame of reference. It was a spirit, a demon, a denizen of a world that would never be hers and could not be comprehended from where she stood.

He was Death itself. She couldn’t know what he had in store for her any more than she could know what she’d dream of when she went to sleep at night. All she could do was face him.

“Go ahead… come on… I know you’ll hurt me if you touch me like that… I know… go on… hurt me… I can take it!” Naru stammered, her mouth as dry as cotton.