16 comments/ 91568 views/ 28 favorites Jungle Man By: mermaid_girl Everything was so vivid and colorful. The rainforest was a mysterious and exciting new place for Clara. Walking around with her sketch pad and bag full of pastels and pencils she looked around for something to inspire her. She was fresh out of school with a bachelor's degree in Art. Talented and possessing a vibrant energy that showed in her work, Clara's professors felt that she would become a very successful artist. Her parents, a nice middle-class couple, loved their only child very much. Having put herself through school with scholarships and academics, they decided to reward her for her achievements by send her on a trip to wherever she wished. Wanting to pick somewhere that would give her ideas for a new collection that she would be showing in a gallery in a few months, she chose a place that was exotic and pulsating with life: the rainforest. All of a sudden, Clara heard a rustling to her left. Peeking between the leaves was a little spider monkey looking at Clara very curiously. What the monkey saw was a pretty blonde with thick straight hair, pulled back into a pony tail and off her face. Her skin was flawless and had a light honey colored tan from her trip to the Amazon. She had blue eyes that looked like the sky after a storm. Her slender 5'4" frame was wrapped in a colorful tube/sundress that bared her shoulders and barely reached her knees. Smiling, Clara opened her sketch pad and brought out a pencil to capture the little cutie. After a few minutes, she had a general outline of the monkey and his surroundings, but instead of sitting still like a good model, he became bored and began to scamper off. Intent on finishing her sketch, Clara took off running after the creature. The sense of freedom from the run was exhilarating to the young girl who had been strapped down with responsibilities all her life. After a few minutes the monkey stopped and looked back to see that the girl had followed him deeper into the forest. He was standing on a branch and seemed to be striking a pose. Chest puffed out, propped up against the tree, with a clawed hand on his hip, he looked like he was ready for her to sketch him. Amused by her thoughts and the monkey's antics, Clara let out a laugh that usually captivated any and all who heard it. Getting into a comfortable position and bringing out her utensils she bent her head to finish her sketch, not knowing that she was being watched. ************ Alano watched Clara a few feet away, masked by the foliage. He was a young man, mid-twenties, native to the little village in Brazil that Clara was staying at. Considered a fine catch in the village, he was dark-haired with a bronze/tan hue; he was handsome, strong, and conceited. He was aware of his good looks and used them to get what he wanted. However, it was a whispered that he had a cruel and brutal personality. His family owned and rented houses in the town, a very lucrative business, and he grew accustomed to getting whatever he wanted. Clara was renting one of their houses and Alano knew from the moment he saw her that she would be his. Her beauty outshined all of the other women in the village. All failed to come close when compared to her. None held their appeal to him as they once had. Every day he made sure he saw her and spread the word that no man was to touch her; she belonged to him. Having authority in the town, his word was law. If he wanted Clara no one would stop him or get in his way; they knew better. He could have taken her at any time he wanted, but he waited. Today he would ask her to marry him and she would then become his wife whether she wanted to or not. Following her from the village into the forest, he just wanted to watch her. When she saw the monkey and began to run, he took off after her. When he caught up to her, she was laughing and smiling at the monkey. His stomach tightened when he heard the sound. She was intoxicating and fascinated him every time he heard her laugh. A jealous man, he knew that once she was his, he wouldn't be able to tolerate her being around other men. Clara was sweaty from her run and the dress clung to her body. Alano could see every detail and curve of her body. When she dropped her pencil and bent over to retrieve it, he couldn't hold back any longer. He would make her his right now, he couldn't wait any longer. He stepped out from the trees, snapping a twig in the process. ************* Hearing something snap, Clara turned around. Startled, she called out, "Who's out there?" When she saw Alano emerge from the trees and not an animal, she didn't relax; she almost preferred an animal. Alano was always watching her and showing up wherever she was. No man in the village really spoke to her and she thought he may have something to do with that. He always laid an arm around her shoulders or waist whenever he was near and his touch made her skin crawl. She had seen him yell at his butler, a charming old man, because he put his hat in the wrong place. But seeing him hit a little boy for getting in his way was what had turned her off completely to Alano. Her aversion for him though, was obviously not seen. Pursuing her into the forest, she wondered what he wanted. "Alano, what are you doing here?" she asked. Stepping closer to her, Alano looked down at her and said, "I've come to collect what's mine." Reaching out he trailed his fingers down her arm. When she went to pull her arm away, his hand tightened in a bruising grip. "Aah, oww. What are you doing, Alano? Let go of me!" Clara demanded. A crazed light entered his eyes as he backed her into a tree and brought his head down and captured her lips in a hard kiss. On her gasp he thrust his tongue into her mouth. His forceful kiss was horrible and she brought her teeth down hard on his intrusive tongue. Tasting blood he broke the kiss and touched his tongue. His fingers came away stained red. Furious, he backhanded her, hard. Dazed by the blow, Clara couldn't focus on Alano. She could catch parts of what he was muttering, "... I'll show you... bite me, try to hurt me... you're mine, and you'll learn... I'll punish you, Clara..." Trying to pull her thoughts together, Clara started to struggle against him. Surprised that she pushed him, she was successful in her escape for a moment and almost slipped past him. However, he was fast to recover and caught her around the waist. Pulling her back, he threw her against the tree with enough force that her head snapped back and hit it. Stunned, Clara was seeing spots. Trying to stay conscience, she futilely and weakly tried to fight him off. Alano practically ripped her dress off and once her breasts were revealed he started to play with them. Pinching and pulling on her nipples till she screamed in pain, Alano leaned over her to whisper, "Scream, Clara. No one can hear you or stop me. You're mine. But for hurting me, you must learn the consequences. Either accept me or fight me, I will get my way no matter what." "Let me go you bastard!" she screamed. Backhanding her again, Alano said, "You will learn Clara." At this point Clara was coming in and out of conscience. He was doing whatever he wanted with her body, pushing two then three fingers in her cunt to get her ready for him. He had succeeded to get her a little moist and positioned his cock at her entrance. Just when he was about to rape her, she hazily saw his eyes roll into the back of his head. He then fell to his knees and kept falling until he was lying on his stomach, face-first in the mud. Relieved that he hadn't raped her, Clara slumped against the tree, trying to stay coherent. Raising her head, she gasped. Right in front of her was a man, wearing a loincloth. The situation would have been comical to Clara, if she wasn't fighting to stay lucid. The man was huge; 6'5" at least, with a heavy muscular build from hard, heavy labor. His long jet black hair fell in waves down his back and over his shoulders. His tanned hand was reaching out to cup her face. In his other hand, he held a club of some sort. Clara slipped into unconsciousness, hoping that he wouldn't hurt her. Catching the small, fragile creature before she fell, Manolito held her close to his chest. Looking at her face he knew she was the one. The one he had been waiting for. The woman that would complete him. Jungle Man Ch. 02 Clara was slowly regaining consciousness. Her pillow was so comfortable; it was warm, smooth, smelled of sandalwood, and was, moving? What the… Opening her eyes slowly, her gaze clashed with a pair of warm chocolate ones. They held a warm softness that had an underlying hint of determination. Looking lower she could see a mouth set in the hinted determination. Peering up at this huge strange man, who was walking swiftly through the forest with her cradled in his arms as though she weighed no more than a child, sent tumulus emotions through her; fear, confusion, worry, and oddly, desire. She was utterly stunned. The man was gorgeous. He had long black hair that was pulled back somehow. Brown eyes that reminded her of a Hershey's bar, which she was now for some inexplicable reason craving. A straight, almost aristocratic nose that would have been perfect except for the slightest bit of a curve that said it had been broken at least once. But that didn't take away from his beauty, it enhanced it. It helped to make him look more masculine and rugged. Then there were his lips. Clara couldn't get over the sensual bow of his upper lip combined with the temptingly full lower lip. She wanted to wrap her arms around his head and bring him down for a kiss that would tell her if he tasted as good as he looked. The 5 o'clock shadow only made the "wild man" look complete. Of course the bare chest and loincloth helped to cement the wild man look, too. A Greek God out of one of her wildest fantasies, which she usually only shared with her removable shower head, was carrying her towards God knew where and all she could think about was how beautiful the man was. Sweet Jesus, has it been that long? I'm letting some wild man carry me off to who knows where and all I can think about is if his upper lip tastes as good as it looks. I need committed, she thought with disgust. Rallying her courage, she was no wilting flower damn it all, she asked the giant in a steady, calm voice that she was far from feeling, "Who are you? What are you doing and why are you carrying me…" searching for just the right insult "…Jungle Man?…" There was no response, his stride didn't falter for a second. If anything his eyes darkened with something Clara didn't want to know what, and he watched her lips move. "Look buddy, thanks for saving me from that creep, Alano, he stunned me for a second but I can take care of myself from here on out, okay? So you can put me down." When he failed to comply with her wishes she added for his benefit, "Now would be great." Again he just watched her lips, as if fascinated by the movement. "Do you understand? I can walk, on my own." When he just continued to look at her something made her wonder if he could understand what she was saying. "Look Tarzan, if you can understand what I'm saying and just being difficult, just move your head. If you don't then I guess I know you can't understand me… Wouldn't that be just great", she muttered the last to herself. Looking up at him expectantly she waited for what felt like forever but was most likely 5 seconds. Slowly as if amused by her, he moved his head up and then down once. This infuriated Clara, "Okay Tarzan, you can obviously understand what I'm saying and yet you refuse to do as I ask. Why? Hmmm, you can't actually enjoy carting me around Tarzan, and where are you taking me?" Watching her lips, closely and intently, he raised his head to look her in the eyes. A silent gasp and a tripping heartbeat later, Clara was looking at this stranger with some apprehension. Slowly he said four words, "Manolito." He then set her down on her own feet and laid his hand on his chest. "Manolito", he repeated. Then just as slowly he extended his arm and touched her chest and said, "Mine." Pulling back an inch he touched her chest again, "Mine." "Whoa whoa whoa. Are you kidding, there is no 'mine,' I am not a 'mine.'" Touching her chest she said slowly, "Clara, Clara." Touching her chest each time she said her name. Reaching out he touched her chest and said, "Clara." There was such warmth and sheer happiness in his eyes at just saying her name, the intensity scared the beejesus out of her. He didn't know her, why would there be any kind of intensity when he looked at her? Clara was worried. She thought that maybe he could understand some of her words but couldn't understand everything or what she wanted. She wanted to go home, back to the U.S., back to her family, back to ice cream and double mocha lattes… But that was beside the point. She had to find a way to get Tar- Manolito to understand her. Did he even speak English, or did he just know a few words?, she wondered. Tuned to the thoughts going a thousand miles an hour through her head, Clara didn't notice right away that his eyes were heating up with something more than just "happiness." It wasn't until he had moved his hand to cup one of her breasts that she noticed this change in him. There was a predatory edge to him. All of a sudden his face looked harsh, possessive, and oh god here we go, she thought, horny. "Look, Tar-, I mean Manolito, I ahhh…" Suddenly thought was not possible as he began to pinch and roll her nipple. He seemed riveted to the sight of his massive hand engulfing her breast; hell she was too. Cradling it with an infinite gentleness that was completely at odds with the hard and pleasurable ministrations her nipple was receiving. Holy shit, I am letting Tarzan, wait no, Manolito, feel me up. Oh lord, she thought. What was she supposed to do: it wasn't every day the object of ones fantasies felt one up. Right when Clara felt enough sanity to command him to stop, he chose that instant to lift his other hand and pay homage to her other lonely and neglected nipple. "Please Manolito, please…," she was whimpering for him to do something, she just didn't know what exactly. Gathering her last shreds of control, Clara found the strength to take a step back and away from his hands. This didn't do any good at all because Manolito just followed her, stalking her like she was his prey. Back peddling until she was up against a tree, Clara put her hand out as if to stop Manolito. Ohh, she thought. He felt so good. She could feel his muscles rippling under her hand, the hand that was supposed to be keeping him back but was now smoothing across his chest, feeling and learning everything to know about it. Manolito groaned at her touch. She was driving him crazy he thought. He leaned forward and nuzzled the sensitive skin where neck met shoulder. Trailing his mouth along until he found the hollow of her neck. Mine, he thought savagely, happily. He couldn't explain how he knew this, or why he felt this. It just was. She was everything he could ever want and he intended to keep her. Her pale blonde hair was so light it was almost white as it gleamed in the sunlight. Her body was slender but her breasts were a perfect handful and to his delight, very responsive. But what he liked, loved most about her, was her expressive blue eyes. They were a stormy color that he could only compare to the color of the sky after the worst rainstorms. Manolito could read her emotions clearly through her mirror-like eyes. Her mouth. Her lush and temptingly red lips seemed to come out of his most vivid and erotic fantasies. Manolito could envision her on her knees before him, taking in as much of his cock as she could. Stopping wasn't an option. After seeing that bastard hurt her and almost violate her in one of the vilest ways he could think of, Manolito had to just touch her, make sure she was alright. But even more than that was just this driving need to touch what was his. Something about Clara made Manolito feel like a primitive caveman that felt the simple, primitive urge to claim his woman. Backing her up against the trunk of a tree that was probably five times wider than Clara and taller than the eye could see, he bent his head down to the crook of her neck and just took a deep breath. He breathed in her scent to the point that he was dizzy and just wanted more. Oh my god, is he doing what I think he's doing? When he took another deep breath Clara thought, Yep, he's sniffing me. Who doesn't smell a new acquaintance in this innovative modern day and age... Where did that flower come from? she thought. No sooner had the thought come to her than he started to use the innocent weapon on her. Trailing the flower from her left temple down her cheek had her breaking out in goosebumps. Bringing it back up he swept the petals over the curve of her cheek to lightly touch the sensitive skin under her eyes. Trailing the rose back down her nose, he brought it to rest against her full bottom lip. Looking her straight in the eye he started to lightly skim her lips with the soft petals until she was aching for the pressure only his lips could provide. Gasping as he outlined the slight curving bow of her top lip, she used every last ounce of will power to keep from pulling him down and attacking him in a kiss to end this sensual torment. How the hell is this wild man coming up with these moves? Does he get The Bachelor or something in his hut? Not able to handle the sensations this jungle man was causing her to feel, her eyelids drifted shut and Clara allowed herself to just feel. Manolito thought that she was so achingly beautiful. Her eyes had closed and rested on her cheeks like butterfly wings, her lips were slightly open, and her cheeks were flushed with her rising arousal. Leaning in he briefly touched his lips to hers. "Clara," he whispered reverently. Her eyes fluttered open at the touch of his lips and her whispered name. She gasped and then moaned as he swooped in and kissed her again. It was sooo delicious, she thought. He was quite possibly the best kisser she ever had the privilege to lock lips with. He must practice on a mango, maybe a tree? God forbid, a monkey or animal of some sort. Scattering her thoughts, his lips were soft, nibbling here and there, light bites that had just the right pressure to have Clara gasping and opening her lips to allow him entrance. However, once he gained entrance he turned aggressive and commanding. He swept in like he owned her and took everything that she had to give and more. Manolito left no part of her untouched, swallowing her moans. His tongue teased and dared hers to follow him back. Panting and gasping for breath, Clara shakily broke the kiss and looked up at this man with a look akin to awe. "Where the hell did you learn that, Jungle Man?, she rasped out. Manolito just felt as though his world had been turned upside down and could only look at her, dazed that she could even speak. Misunderstanding his dazed look to be confusion over her words only strengthened Clara's belief that Manolito really couldn't understand what she was saying. Reaching up she cupped his face, feeling an odd connection to this wild man. "Where did you come from, Manolito?" Trying to come back down to earth, talking was a challenge; she deserved some kind of medal. However, talking wasn't on Manolito's agenda at this point, touching Clara and learning every curve and nuance of her body was. Parting the already ripped edges of her dress, he bent his head to take her still hard nipples into his mouth. Her skin tasted sweet but held a hint of something darker that was Clara. Nibbling on the sensitive flesh, he took to rolling her other nipple like he had earlier. Taken by surprise, all Clara could do was lean against the tree for support and tag along for the ride Manolito was taking her on. His mouth felt so good. He was distracting her from her inquisition and that would only be agreeable until he took his lips from her body. Feeling something hard against her stomach, Clara tried to focus on what was touching her. Looking down she could see an impressive tent in Manolito's loincloth. Hmmm, guess they do grow 'em bigger in the jungle, she concluded hazily. Licking her lips Clara wondered just how impressive his erection really was. Being no virgin she saw no problem with having a bit of fun before she got out of her captor's clutches. Clara's head suddenly lolled back, impressive bulges forgotten, when Manolito managed to push both of her breasts together and took both of her nipples into his warm, wet mouth. Moaning was all Clara was capable of at this point. "Manolito, please. More. Please," was all she could say, repeating Please over and over again. Somehow Manolito ended up on his knees, his hands sensually trailing up her leg until his hands were under her dress. Looking up into her glazed eyes Manolito slowly began to raise the hem of her dress until he had it up around her waist, baring her thatch of golden curls. Hmph, where did my underwear go off to?, she wondered. Then it came crashing back. Suddenly it wasn't Manolito kneeling in front of her, promising her pleasure beyond her wildest dreams. It was that scum Alano. It was his evil grin smiling up at her and ripping away her panties, not Manolito's gentle look of almost worship. Clara felt Alano's hands pawing at her flesh, leaving a sick and slimy feeling, not her wild man whose touch brought only pleasure. Rational thought wasn't possible. Thrashing about, all Clara wanted was to get away from the person holding her against the tree who she believed was the man who tried to rape her, and nearly succeeded. "Let me go. Stop it, Alano. Let me go," she whimpered, tossing about wildly with glazed eyes that didn't really see. Holding her in place, Manolito saw the sudden crazed look in her eye and knew he spooked her, had triggered something. Standing up he held her to him but against the tree so she couldn't run away like he knew she wanted to. She looked so small and scared, so fragile and beaten. Crooning softly to her and trailing butterfly kisses across her shoulders, neck and face seemed to slowly calm her. Slowly, Clara realized that it was her jungle man that held her, firmly, but gently. Clara finally got control of herself and looked up at the man who had been talking softly to her, trying to calm her. She felt a small part of her want him with a fierceness that scared her because she didn't know where it had come from. The fact that he had just been murmuring sounds and not actual words didn't get pass her. This made her suspicion that he couldn't speak English seemed to become cemented after this incident. I want to be able to talk to him, know what he's thinking, know what he's saying, she thought. Looking up at him, Clara said something that completely surprised her, "I'm going to teach you how to talk. If it's the last thing I do, you will speak English… or just enough English to at least talk dirty to me," she finished with an impish grin. Oh shit, thought Manolito. He had just been whispering nonsense so she'd calm down. She's going to be so pissed when she finds out that I can speak English. But this may give me the time to win her heart. "But I need you to take me back to the village," Clara went on, not knowing his thoughts. At his dark look she let out an exasperated breath, "Look buddy, you may not know what I'm saying, but you understand the meaning. Now take me back and I will meet with you in the village and give you lessons there." Looking up at him expectantly she waited for him to step back and lead her back to the village. She couldn't wait to get back so she could press charges against that bastard, Alano. His ass was grass as far as she was concerned. She was going to make sure he didn't hurt another woman the rest of his life. Something unmovable and hard slid in between her thighs, interrupting her thoughts. Desire still coursed through her body and Manolito touching her still throbbing pussy with his leg and touching her oversensitive nipples brought her back to 10 minutes ago when all she wanted was release. Distracting her so that she would forget about going back to the village, Manolito hoped he could wear her out so that he could get her back to his home, so she'd be safe and sound, and all his. Knowing how she liked to have her nipples caressed, it took Manolito no time to get Clara back to the fever pitch that she had been at before she got scared. "Wh-What are you doing Mannie?", she asked, not even noticing the nickname that slipped out of her lips. His heart caught at the name that only family and close friends had called him by. Hearing this from the woman he knew to be his sent him over the edge. Where as he had been gentle and light, he turned domineering and commanding. Grunting, Manolito noticed the branches that were thick and about head level for him, but way out of reach for Clara. Lifting Clara to sit on one of these thick branches that could hold her slight weight brought her to the perfect height for him to play with her cunt. Briefly looking above her he saw more of these branches that were within arms reach for her that she could hold onto. Motioning to these branches, Manolito ordered tersely, "Grab." That way she could hold onto something as he explored her until he was satisfied. Knowing what he was about to do, Clara hurriedly reached for the branches that were an inch or two above her head and hung on tightly and prepared for, she suspected, to be one of the best experiences of her life. Slipping his thumbs past her pussy lips, Manolito slowly parted her to his searing gaze. Moaning low in her throat, Clara pushed her hips out, offering herself as bluntly as possible. "Hurry, Manolito." When he just looked up at her like he knew what he was doing to her with a promise that the ache was going to get worse before better, she whimpered, "Please jungle man. Please touch me." Growling, he mindlessly dove for her cunt. He licked her from her clit down in one swoop. Clara's words turned him into the wild man that she thought he was. Grunting at her in disapproval for slightly shifting away, he looked up at her and mumbled at her. Sighing Clara moved back so that she was poised on the edge of the branch and spread her legs wide in a way of apology. Accepting this, Manolito went back to enjoying himself. This "wild man" stuff certainly had its advantages, he mused through his lust. He could be this jungle man that didn't have to speak more than necessary and still got his point across. Letting go of the branch with one hand, Clara reached out and grabbed ahold of his silky locks to pull and push him closer to her aching flesh. "Oh, Manolito. You're making me crazy. Please, finish this. Please." Gazing down at him, Clara realized he wouldn't know what she was saying. She gasped out, "God I wish you could understand me." Did I think she's going to be pissed when she finds out I can actually understand her perfectly. Scratch that, she'll kill me. He was concerned with this for a second before he wisely figured, Bah, she'll love me by then. No worries. Dipping his head he went back to work on keeping her a mass of quivering flesh, to making her burn. Licking, biting, nibbling, teasing. God he was an awful tease, Clara thought mournfully. Letting go and just concentrating on the feelings he was evoking so easily, she didn't wonder why he was so skilled for a "wild man." The pressure was building until it was intolerable. The pleasure bordered on pain and Clara was close to losing her mind. "Manolito, Manolito, please…" rasped out Clara. The tree branch above her was forgotten as she tunneled both hands in his hair and pulled him against her, getting him as close to her as possible. Jungle Man Ch. 02 Finally Manolito stuck two fingers in Clara's cunt, pumping in and out while he sucked on her clit. Pulling back he looked up at her as he plunged his fingers in and out of her pussy and rimmed and rubbed her clit with his calloused thumb. "Clara," his deep voice rumbled. That sent her over the edge; hearing her name from his lips drove her into an abyss that she knew would leave her changed somehow. No sooner had she started to come down from her orgasm than Manolito was sending her over the edge again into a place where she felt him become a part of her. Two orgasms blended into three, which blended into four, which blended into more than she could keep count of until she was weakly hanging onto his hair; without the support his hands holding her on the branch, she would have melted into a puddle on the forest floor. Dazed by the onslaught of emotions, Clara found herself unbelievably tired and sleepy. When Manolito scooped up her boneless and plaint body, she just turned her head and fell asleep with her head resting in the crook of his neck. Cradling her to him like earlier, he felt a fierce possessiveness for this small slip of a woman. Smug male pride filled him when he saw her slumped against him, exhausted from all the pleasure his manly abilities brought her. Off in the distance he could hear voices, men's voices. Probably a search party put together by the bastard that tried to hurt Clara. "He won't ever get you," Manolito promised fiercely. Clara just murmured something incoherent against his chest and lay her palm against his chest trustingly. His heart squeezed at this small gesture. "You're safe, Clara. I protect what's mine." Turning his back on the search party and civilization, Manolito turned to go deeper, further into the woods with his woman. He was taking them home. ****************** Alano was like a man possessed. He couldn't believe his stupidity with his handling of Clara. He let her slip right through his fingers. As soon as he came back to consciousness he remembered the feel of Clara's smooth, sweet cunt around his fingers. The feeling of her ripe breasts in his hands. The way she moaned in ecstasy. He didn't feel he what he had been about to do was rape. No, Clara had been ready to make love, she had almost been his, and then.. Then he remembered some man hitting him with something and taking his Clara away. He would get Clara back, and kill the idiot who dare come between him and his future wife. Rushing back to the town he assembled the best hunters in the village to help him find Clara. It wasn't very hard considering everyone in the village loved Clara. Jealous man that Alano was he was angered by all the young men that expressed concern for Clara. He knew he needed them to help him find Clara but he didn't like the thought of any man seeing her, touching her, being in hearing distance of her captivating voice. Once he found her, she would be his. He'd hide her away and keep her to himself. His unhealthy obsession with Clara only seemed to get worse with each passing second that she was not within his grasp. Shaking away his thoughts, Alano told the men of the barely clothed heathen that stole Clara away from him He left out the part where he tried to rape her; in his mind it wasn't rape, it was taking what belonged to him. "We must act now, before he gets too far with her. We do not want any harm to befall Clara." Thinking of his real business, Alano added as an afterthought, "And bring the guns, we may as well hunt for an elephant and tiger for our next shipment. Let's move out men." Alano gave the orders to move out and the men let out a fierce warriors whoop and headed into the forest to find Clara. Soon, thought Alano, soon I'll get you back, Clara. We will finish off from where we began. Walking along with one of the best trackers in the village, Alano followed the man aimlessly, thinking of all the twisted things he would do to Clara, and all the horrifying things he would do to the jungle man who dared to steal her from him. * Author's Note: Terribly sorry to all of the readers. Real life and it's nasty surprises have made the past few months difficult to write. Sorry that it has been so long and thanks to those that leave comments and send me feedback. I love to hear what you think. Jungle Man Ch. 03 Sighing contentedly, Clara murmured something and snuggled back into the source of heat behind her. Lazy hands were running up and down the front of her body, learning each hollow and secret she had. Soft kisses, licks, and nips explored the nape of her neck, shoulder, back. Drowsily Clara lifted her eyes, already swimming in desire. She was in a huge bed, bigger than the one in the room she rented in the village. Soft white sheets caressed her body, blending with the hands and lips drifting over her. Lifting her eyes from the bed, she saw the mosquito net surrounding the bed that helped to keep out the bugs, which was good because she was not responsible for her actions when face to face with a real, live cockroach. Wooden floors blended in with the rustic and homey décor. Vibrant-colored plush looking carpets were placed to cushion ones feet. Chestnut colored chests and drawers decorated one wall, a big mirror hung on the one she was facing. Various other pieces of furniture, a window, lamps, candles, a shelf full of dvd's… whoa, what the fuck? Why would Tarzan need mov- oh my god. Sucking in a deep breath, her surroundings were forgotten. The roaming hands were no longer lazy and soothing. They were demanding, turning her body to putty, molding it and shaping it to their desire. Gasping as a hard, hot body pressed up against her back, she felt the unmistakable evidence of her bed partners' arousal. Turning her head to look back at her lover, she didn't know who she expected to see. But it was her wild man, looking at her with such an intense expression of lust and tenderness. Looking directly into her eyes, Manolito shifted his leg in between hers, scissoring their legs so that she was completely open to him. Pressing his cock into her elicited a low groan and had her head spinning, dragging her focus to the place between her legs. Strumming her clit and taunting her with teasing thrusts, hinting of what was to come, Manolito trailed his lips from her shoulder to the sensitive skin of her neck, latching on and sucking the tender and responsive flesh. Stimulating her clit to the point of pain, Clara started to whimper and squirm away from his touch. "It's too much. Please, Manolito. I can't, oh my god…" she was groaning and bucking against his hand, thrusting her hips back against his to get what she wanted, needed most. She felt so empty and needed him to fill her. His love bites were driving her crazy and Clara knew, in some part of her brain that was still unaffected somehow by the lust clouding most of it, that she would be sporting a wicked hickey when Mannie was finished. Slipping his arm from beneath her, Manolito levered himself up so that he could admire his handiwork. There was a bright red mark of his ownership on her neck that marked her as his. Grinning at this, Manolito took mercy on his Clara, and started to press her clit harder, faster. While doing this he slipped into her and started to shallowly thrust in and out giving her only a little of what she needed. Moaning and thrashing back and forth she didn't even notice when he bent back to her neck and started to suck and lave her neck again to produce another hickey. "Manolito," she gasped out as she flew apart. Pushing back she tried to force more of him into her, hungry for more even after her release. On a growl Manolito brushed her ear with his lips and ground out, "Look." Instantly her eyes went to the mirror on the wall in front of her. What she saw shocked the hell out of her. Somehow the sheet had landed on the floor, kicked or pushed off in one of her thrashing fits no doubt. But seeing their reflection, bodies entwined, totally wrapped around each other was what shocked her most. He was dark where she was light. Nibbling on her shoulder, his long, curling black hair caressed her breasts, hardening her nipples into hard little pebbles. His skin was dark, almost a mahogany that contrasted against her pale, translucent skin. They were stunning: he was stunning. Catching her gaze through the mirror, Manolito softly rumbled, "Clara," and suddenly plunged into her all the way. Caught off guard, Clara moaned and let her head fall back against his chest as she accepted his entire length, stretching her, making her take all of him. He was big, thick, and definitely lived up to the impressive bulge that had tented his loincloth. "Look, Clara. Watch us," Manolito commanded. Keeping his eyes locked with hers in the mirror, refusing to let her close her eyes against him. He wanted her to see who was doing this to her, who was making her feel like she would die from frustration. Sliding her leg up further, Manolito thrust into Clara faster and deeper, claiming her in an age old rhythm. Gripping her hips he helped her move with him, penetrating her over and over until she was begging him again for release. Watching him fuck her, seeing his cock, slick with her juices, slide in and out of her pussy made her tremble. "Please, Manolito, give me more," she begged shamelessly. "I need, ahh, more, oh, of you," she managed to groan out in between moans. With a sudden growl Manolito flipped Clara onto her hands and knees. Coming up behind her, Manolito repositioned himself and slid the head of his cock into her. Sawing only a few inches of his cock in and out and punishing her clit with teasing flicks and pinches, Manolito ground out, "Mine. You are mine, Clara." When she just whimpered and tried to impale herself on him, he caught her hips and continued his short, teasing thrusts. When she tried to break free of his grip, Manolito let go of one of her hips and delivered a sharp, warning slap. Little gasps escaped her, the smack sent a bolt of lust through her, causing her pussy to ache even more and become impossibly wetter. "Say it, Clara," Manolito bit out. He didn't know how much more of this teasing he could endure even though he was the one doing the teasing. "Manolito. Yours, I'm yours." Why it felt good to say this, she didn't know. But it was getting too serious for her, too emotional. This is all about the physical, some chemistry, no real emotions involved, her rational mind said. She had to get them back on track, back on the sexual track. "Now put up or shut up," Clara demanded, feeling her juices start to run down the inside of her thigh. His words were stoking the flames higher and hotter, making her want to burn, not caring about the consequences of her accepting words. On a shout of triumph, Manolito pulled back until the tip of his cock was poised at the entrance of her cunt and then plunged to the hilt. In this position he went deeper than he had before, making Clara babble from the shear pleasure of it. Laying on her forearms and pushing her ass higher into the air, Clara offered him all of her. Holding onto her hips, Manolito fucked Clara mindlessly. He wouldn't get any points for finesse this time around but he was so consumed with desire that his quick, hard, and fast impassioned thrusts made up for it. Feeling him plunge in and out of her, Clara could only moan into the bed beneath her as she felt she may be split in two. He was by far the biggest partner she ever had and could only push her hips back at his, craving his cock, wanting more of it. "Faster. Faster, Manolito." Voice raspy from lust, Clara reached back and started to rub and flick her clit to reach her peak faster. Leaning over Clara, Manolito impossibly picked up the pace and started to plunge into her faster. Finding his first love bite, Manolito laved and nibbled on it while reaching around her to roll and pinch her nipples. All of the sensations pushed Clara over the edge and had her screaming out her pleasure. Her muscles were clenching Manolito's cock to point that he couldn't take it any longer and had no choice but to follow her. Exhausted they fell to the bed in a tangled mass of limbs, panting and trying to just breath. Realizing he was probably crushing her, Manolito rolled off Clara, but was loath to be separated from her. Picking her up, Manolito impaled her on his still hard cock, raising a tired but excited groan from Clara. Placing her hands on his chest under her chin, Clara took her time to look at him. His looked like a man who just had a bout of hot, raw sex but was ready to go another round, or four. Maintaining eye contact, Manolito slid his hands down the contours of her back to rest on her hips. He couldn't get enough of her, couldn't stop touching her. Grabbing Clara's hips, he lifted them up and then brought her back down, impaling her on his length, over and over again. Moaning, Clara threw her head back and let her long hair cascade over them. The feel of her silky hair drifting over his chest, nipples, neck was so unbearably erotic. Coming up to her knees, she took over, lifting her hips up and then slamming back down on his cock, feeling him touch places inside that had never been touched. Suddenly, Clara didn't want to just fuck him quickly, racing to the finish line. Instead she wanted to draw it out, take him on a ride that would drive him crazy with lust, possibly snapping his control. Mmm, that would be… delightful, she mused heatedly. Leaning back and grabbing his legs, Clara rolled her hips sensuously, letting her head loll back and caressing his thighs with her hair. "Mmmm Manolito. I think you've been very bad. Teasing me, making me wait for release." Pouting, Clara looked down at Manolito and gave him a faux hurt expression. Rolling her hips slowly, taking him deeper each time, pushing him to the brink of sanity. He wanted hard, fast, now. "I'm going to show you what one does to bad boys who prolong their lover's pleasure." Giving him a wicked smile, Clara lifted her hips and thrust down hard, shocking him. Letting go of his legs, Clara slowly glided her hands up his thighs and brought her hands to the place where he was buried deep within her. Stroking her clit right in front of him, moaning at the lust she saw gather in his eyes. Clara stopped playing with her clit with a moan and started to touch the hard muscles of his stomach, all the while maintaining a steady and sensual pace that was slowly but surely driving Manolito insane. Leaning over him, her hair slid over his stomach, making the muscles twitch and jump beneath the silky glide. An inch from his nipples, Clara huffed a moist breath over one while looking up at him. His face was no longer calm; it was tight with the control to not take over, to let her explore him at her leisure. Taking pity on him and not able to take the light thrusts much longer, Clara picked up the pace. Picking her hips up and engulfing him in her sticky wet heat, faster and faster. Bending back to her original goal, Clara took his left nipple into her mouth, rolling it with her tongue. Manolito thrust his head back into his pillow. He didn't know how much more he could take. He could tell that Clara was past playing, she was frenziedly lifting her hips, fucking him harder. He could tell by the flush that swept up from her breasts to her cheeks that she was close. Running his hands over her breasts, he let one roam down her stomach to her clit. Pressing the little button that gave her so much pleasure. Clara was reaching her peak, yelling herself hoarse. Manolito tried every trick to not lose control and somehow managed to not spill his seed in her sweet, clenching cunt just yet. When she couldn't sit up anymore and had melted, boneless and sated, on top of him, Manolito took that moment to strike. Rolling over and taking her with him, he didn't stop until he had her on her back with him seated firmly between her thighs. Clara's eyes widened once she realized that he was hard inside her, that he hadn't cum. "Manolito, I can't take anymore. Please you're killing me," she complained unconvincingly. With a mischievous little boy smile that touched her heart in a way she didn't want to examine, Manolito pushed her legs as far as possible to the point that she thought she was doing a split. Sending her another heart stopping grin, Manolito ignored her weak protests and pulled out of her, leaving her feel oddly empty; until he savagely thrust back in. Clara screamed as another orgasm washed over her, her body slick with her juices. Manolito plunged in and out, hard and fast. He was basically fucking her to the point where she didn't know where he started and she began. Greedily, Clara wanted, no, needed yet another orgasm. Wrapping her arms around his neck, Clara tunneled her hands in Manolito's inky hair and brought his mouth down to catch his groans of pleasure. They moved as one, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh driving both over the edge as they held each other. Once they had started to breath normally, Manolito rolled to his back, bringing Clara with him, making sure his cock didn't slip out of her. Manolito looked down at Clara and smiled, running his hands up and down her back, practically hearing her purr. Feeling happy and content, he wished that Clara and he could just stay here in bed, in their own little world. Lifting her head, Clara looked at him, bringing one of her hands up to trace the contours of his lips with her fingertips. Sighing, Clara confessed, "I wish you could talk to me, tell me what's going on behind those eyes of yours. I want to know what you're thinking." Frowning, Clara remembered how he had commanded her to look at the mirror, and how he demanded she admit she was his. Looking at him with some suspicion, Clara asked him, "Manolito, just how much do you understand?" This was it, he thought, I better confess everything to her. Then he thought about how she was going to "teach" him English and how that would give him time to make her fall for him. She'll be mad but at first, but I'll convince that I thought it was for the best. I've got to act dumber, he thought, which wasn't hard since she brought out all of the he-man, primeval urges in him. Looking at her with what he hoped she'd take as confusion, she seemed to relax. What was she thinking? Why would he pretend to not understand her? Shaking her head as though to rid herself of these thoughts, she went back to tracing his lips, brushing the apple's of his cheeks when suddenly she heard a door slam shut. Hearing someone's heavy steps that were obviously coming from downstairs, she looked up into eyes to see what was going on. "Yo, Mannie? You got any spare condoms?" yelled someone from downstairs. Hearing the young male voice speaking clear and loud English, asking for… Sweet Jesus, they hadn't used condoms. Turning angry eyes back to his, Clara started to give Manolito the bitch-out session of his life, "What the fuck kind of game are you playing, Manolito?… Oh God, is that even your name?" At that thought she was completely horrified. Scrambling to get away from him, Manolito held her to him so she couldn't run. Desperately holding her to him Manolito said the universal male phrase that's always said after they fuck-up, "Wait, Clara, I can explain…" However, he didn't get to explain because they were interrupted by the unknown voice. "Yo, Mannie, I need those condoms, I got the hottest piece of- holy shit," the unknown man finished when he caught sight of a naked Clara and Mannie. Dear Lord, Clara thought miserably. ***************************** Alano was furious. He raised the whip for the seventeenth time and hit the young man with all his strength. This young hunter had lead them in the wrong direction, following the false trail the savage that took Clara had made. They had spent the day following the tracks only to end up back where they started. The other trails were now worthless, stamped away by the tracks of animals. Now it would take longer to get Clara back, and he wanted her. Now. Taking his anger out on the youth felt good. The heady power he wielded; he could kill him and no one would, could, do a thing. "You failed us, Cristobol. You failed me." Raising the whip he brought it down two more times, enjoying the sight of blood running down the boys' back. After ten more lashes the boy passed out. Not wanting to kill him, Alano quit and ordered another hunter to clean him up; he wasn't useful to him if he died. Heading back to his tent, Alano thought of the two elephants they killed earlier that day. A few hunters had left with the elephants, transporting the bodies to the factory where they would be stuffed with the cargo that would be flown to Mexico soon. Thinking of the money he'd get from the Mexicans from their little transaction, put a bounce it his step. Entering his tent, Alano quit thinking of business and thought about his favorite subject: Clara. Lying on his blankets, he imagined what he would do to Clara once he got her. As soon as she was back where she belonged, with him, he would take her to his home in the country, where there'd be no one but her and him for miles. No one would be able to help her, no one would be able to take her away from him. Remembering the feel of her tight, wet cunt, he pulled his pants down and started to masturbate to the image of Clara as she lay unconscious and bruised in his arms for those glorious and all too brief seconds, and planned what he would do to her once she was back in his arms. Soon, he promised, cumming all over his hand, soon. * Author's Note: Hope that adding the third chapter so soon will make up for my long absence. Currently working on the fourth chapter, I have a few different paths that the story could go that I'm toying with… Let me know what you think. Love to hear feedback. Jungle Man Ch. 04 "Wait, Clara, I can explain…" Manolito said desperately. Suddenly the bedroom door was thrown open, "Yo, Mannie, I need those condoms, I got the hottest piece of- holy shit," exclaimed the stranger. Dear Lord, thought Clara miserably. Slowly she lifted her head to get a look at the intruder. He was handsome, even if he was a rude trespasser. Wavy, golden locks framed his face, a flaxen curl dangled rakishly on his forehead. Tall, with a muscular body that was earned from hard work and not at some gym. The strangest part was how similar his features were to Manolito's. However, details were missed since she was given less than five seconds to glance at the handsome stranger. As soon as the golden-beauty burst through the door, Manolito shoved Clara behind him, trying to shield her nakedness with his body. "Whoa, Dude, what did I do in order to earn a full frontal," joked the blonde man. Gritting his teeth, Manolito bit out, "Get the hell out of here. Now." Not wishing to push his luck, the stranger left as fast as he arrived. "What the hell is going on, Manolito?" demanded Clara, moving to roll out of bed so she could get dressed and leave this weird place. She didn't even make it to the edge of the bed before Mannie pulled her back into his arms so that she couldn't escape before he told her the truth. "Wait, Clara, really I can explain. Please, just let me explain," Manolito pleaded when he saw the betrayal expressed in her stormy eyes. "Why? So that I can listen to you lie to me?" she spat out bitterly. Then looking down at the bed, "Is Manolito even your real name?" Clara whispered desperately, strangely bothered more by this than anything else. Tenderly Manolito cupped her face and tipped her chin up so that she met his gaze. "My name is Manolito Rauol de Marquez. This is my home, my bed. I am not a criminal or a bad man. I am sorry that I deceived you, but I felt that it was the only way. It was never my intention to hurt you Clara, mia." Mannie leaned in the brush his lips to her cheek but Clara flinched away. Hurt by this little act, Manolito tried to brush it aside; he had hurt her after all. "Why? Why did you lie to me?" Clara asked again, her eyes hard and incredulous. Sighing, Manolito knew that he had to come clean and hold nothing back from her. Taking a deep breath, he began, "I work for the government, cara. In fact, I work for the DEA. The man that I saved you from, Alano Juan Pilarmo, is a very dangerous and crooked man. I am investigating him and trying to gain enough evidence to send him away forever. He runs a massive drug cartel that he covers up by poaching. Not very smart for both activities are illegal," he said with distain. Glancing at Clara's face, so that he could to decipher if she was listening, wasn't helpful, her face was passive; no emotion displayed. He had no clue to whether she believed him or not. However, taking no sign as a good sign, he pressed on. "Alano poaches exotic and rare animals from the forest. He then stuffs the animals with packages of drugs that he ships to anyone and everyone who will buy them," ended a disgusted Manolito. Agitated, he ran a hand through his hair, "This is my home, I jumped at the chance to come back and stop that low-life. I will not stop until I help put him behind bars, where he deserved to be." Looking up at Clara, he didn't know if he should go on. What he saw made him wish he hadn't. Clara's face was lit up with fury; her eyes practically threw sparks of rage. She had been repulsed by Alano before, but this just made her hate him even more. Of course he would kill and destroy endangered living creatures for his own selfish purposes. He could stoop lower than any scum on the earth. Mistaking her anger, Manolito tried to calm her down. "Please, quierda, do not be mad at me. Don't you see that I must do this?" When she just looked at him with confusion, he quickly went on, "And I did not plan any of this," he waved his hand to encompass them both. "But I must say that I am glad that I found you when I did. I would have hated to see you hurt, cara." Seeing her dazed, uncomprehending expression, Manolito pushed Clara to her back, covering her still-naked body with his. Taking her face between his hands he bent his head to take her lips with his. Moaning, Clara fought to clear her head, This is what got us into this mess, she thought heatedly. Pressing on his chest, Clara pulled her mouth from his, "Manolito, I…" was all she got out before he swooped down to deliver another heart-stopping kiss. Then the world stood still and sped up at the same time. As soon as one coherent thought came into her mind, it left. Lifting his head, Manolito gazed at his beautiful Clara. She was flushed again, which he thought was a becoming color for her. Her eyelashes flitted against her cheeks, hiding her eyes and feelings from him. Pressing a kiss to her ear, he murmured, "I have never felt this before, Clara. I've needed you since I first saw you; knew that I had to have you." Opening her eyes, Clara peered up at Manolito. Scared, she attentively reached up and touched his face. "I don't know what to say, Mannie. What to believe… I -" She searched his clear brown eyes. All she saw was the hope and desperation of a man that wanted to be believed. "Don't say anything, Clara. Show me. Show me what you feel." With that Manolito was finished talking. He wanted to know if she believed what he said but her words couldn't convince him. He wanted to feel her response; if she pulled away, he would know. Tunneling his hands through her silky platinum hair, he brushed her lips with his, giving her time to pull away; giving her time to reject him. Letting out a defeated whimper, Clara wrapped her arms around him, and whispered against his lips, "I believe you." Aggressively, Manolito took her mouth. Wrapping his hands around her soft locks, he used his grip to move her as he wished. Plundering her mouth, taking what he wanted. Pushing her knees apart, Manolito had only one goal in mind. "Yo, Bro… How 'bout them condoms?" Clara felt as though she'd just been doused with a bucket of ice cold water. "Get off, Mannie. What are you thinking? And who is that?" Sighing like a martyr, Mannie rolled off of Clara and grabbed a pair of jeans from a drawer. Lifting a pale brow, "Oh, so you own actual clothes?" "Yes, I do," he said simply; not wishing for her to dwell on the fact for too long. Diverting her attention with new information, he let out another long-suffering sigh, "And the idiot that burst into our room like a barbarian is my younger, unintelligent brother." Stunned by the casual way he had said, 'our room', Clara didn't know how to respond. "Oh…. Well that's ni-," "Condoms, Manolito!" interrupted the brother. "Uggggh. I'm coming, hold on, Marc," shouted back an irritated Manolito. Grabbing some oversized sweats and a t-shirt, Manolito held out the clothes to Clara. "Here. Ummm, put them on and come meet my brother, Marco… uh, Marc." Nodding her head, Clara waited for him to leave. However, Manolito just stood there and watched her, waited for her to get dressed. Clearing her throat, Clara made a noise and twirled her finger, indicating that she wanted him to turn around. She deserved some semblance of privacy, she huffed. Groaning, Manolito slowly turned, "You know, I've seen every part of you, cara. No need to be shy now…" Deciding he didn't deserve an answer, Clara turned her back on him and tried to get dressed as fast as possible. Bending over, she quickly stuck one, then the other foot into the sweatpants, pulling them up as she rose. Hearing a choking sound come from behind her, she looked over her shoulder, her gaze clashing with warm chocolate. "Manolito! I told you to turn around!" She could just imagine the sight he got! Ugh! "Clara, you cannot ask a starving man to stay away from a buffet. It just doesn't happen." He turned around again. Donning the shirt with amazing speed, Clara looked at him with exasperation. "Starving? You just 'feasted' not even an hour ago," she blushed, damn fair skin. Chuckling, Manolito pulled her into his side, fitting her there like the missing piece of a puzzle. "Let's go downstairs and see what my irresponsible baby brother is up to. I must warn you that he is quite… interesting," he finished, letting Clara wonder what that was supposed to mean. But she didn't have to wonder long since Manolito led her from the bedroom, steered her down a flight of stairs and into a kitchen, where the sound of cupboards being opened and closed was coming from. What she saw kind of surprised her. The big blonde Paul Bunyan look-alike had at least twenty different ingredients, to make god-knew what, lined up on the counter. He was wearing an apron that said "Kiss the cook" and was humming a Spice Girls song? "If you wanna be my lover, you have got to give…" screeched the baritone, striving to be a soprano. Yep, that was the Spice Girls. He has good taste, she mused. "What are you doing, Marc?" Manolito loved his brother, really he did, but he didn't want Marc around when all he wanted was to be alone with Clara. He needed time to convince her to say with him. "Thought you needed condoms? Had a piece waiting for ya…" Throwing the box, Manolito was aiming for his head. That should get my point across. Dodging the flying box of contraceptives, he replied, "Naw, bro, I was just pullin' your leg. You know I'm jonesin' for that librarian of mine." Clutching his chest, he threw them a dramatic look, "Be still my shorts." Grinning, he went back to his pasta creation and tossed different amounts of spices into the dish. Not using a measuring cup, noticed an observant Clara, not relishing tasting said creation. Donning a charming smile, he added, "Anyways, I was hoping to meet the Mrs. here," looking pointedly at Clara. "My name's Marco, Marc to my friends. Oh, yea, I'm also that big-lug's brother," smirking at his nickname for his sibling, "And you are?" "Clara. Clara Solharn. Nice to meet you, Marco," smiling at the charismatic man. He really was quite friendly and it was hard to resist his charm. One thing she noticed about Marco was that he seemed to have a laid-back, easy-going personality; she liked that. Wiping his hands on a towel, he came over to shake her hand, "So, what's the deal with you and Mannie? Known him long, eh?" He winked as he let her hand go, headed back to his noodle surprise and set it in the oven. "Uh, well, I met-, I ran into Clara in the-" "Not too long," Clara interjected. "We really just met. You could say that Mannie has kept me captive since we met." She looked up at him pointedly. He at least had the grace to blush. A charming color on him, Clara thought with a snicker. Marc noticed the exchange between the two and couldn't remember ever having seen his brother look at a woman like he did this Clara. Knowing Mannie worked for the government, and what he did took a toll on him. Often it left him feeling empty, lonely; Marc hoped this Clara was as serious about Manolito as he seemed to be about her. They look good together. The three settled into chairs at the kitchen table. Chatting about different things, mostly Marc told stories and poked fun at his sibling, the conversation flowed easily, making Clara laugh at the pair's antics. It was obvious to the eye that they were very close even though one resembled night and the other day. One was loud, outrageously funny, and unabashedly outspoken, while the other was quieter, had an air of reserve, and looked something… Clara couldn't put her finger on it, but Manolito didn't seem right. She didn't notice it earlier, well they hadn't really spoken earlier, but now he appeared to be a man going through the motions, acting the part; except with her. With her, he was normal, natural, a fun-loving, whole man. She didn't notice that he looked to be almost in pain. That it was even straining to be in the company of his brother. Reaching under the table, Clara found Manolito's hand. Lacing her fingers with his seemed to have a calming effect on him; he leaned back in the chair and stretched out his legs, listening to Marc's stories of their life with an amused half-smile, interjecting corrections to the different parts that his brother stretched. Soon Marc's pasta was done and Clara couldn't get over how good it was. "Mmmm, Marco, this is so delicious. Where on earth did you learn to cook?" Grinning at Clara's praise, Marc looked at his brother in time to see his disappointed, narrowed look. His brother didn't like it when the beautiful Clara paid him any attention. Amused by this, Marc decided to stoke the fire a bit, "Thank-you, I'm glad you like it, but Clara, please call me Marc. We are friends, no?" At her nod, he continued, "Our mother taught me, believe it or not. She was quite a good cook." "Marco. Manolito. Those are two different names, very unusual." Clara looked to hear Marc's answer, trying to ignore the man that laid an arm around her tightly, possessively. Laughing, Marc was more than happy to tell her about their family history. "Well, Mom is from this area. This was actually her home when she was a little girl; she grew up in this house. But she met our father when he came here on some scientific expedition, discovering different plant species; he was a botanist. Long story short: Dad came in, swooped Mom off her feet, brought her back to the States and they got married. Dad worked at a university and Mom opened a small restaurant; she was a great cook, amazing really. They had us; first time was a bust with him," he jokingly pointed to his brother, "so they tried again and got me. She used the first names of her grandfather and father. Our dad knew how important it was to her and didn't mind. He figured he'd give us some good nicknames," he laughed. He sobered up as he added, "Manolito wanted to come back more than I did and he inherited this house when our parents passed. Car accident. A few years ago. But they were great. Set us up pretty good, too. What, with Mannie, he got the house, and I, well I cook so I got the restaurant back in the states." Shaking off the feelings invoked by thinking about his parents, he smiled, "We try to visit each other as often as possible. Right, bro?" "Yea. As much as possible. Sometimes too often," looking at Marc, Manolito tried to get across that now was one of those times. The man wouldn't take the hint and leave! Laughing, Marc decided to take pity on his brother. "As I said earlier, I have a feisty Librarian that needs tamed. Damn woman won't give me the time of day. Gotta go reel her in." With a wink he was up, grabbed the box of condoms and was out the door as fast as he came. "Well, that was interes-" Clara stopped mid-sentence when she saw Marco poke his head back in. With an amused glint in his eye, Marc offered, "I'm headed back in to see Lila, whether she wants to see me or not. You need a ride back into town by any chance, Clara?" Feeling Mannie's arm tighten around her shoulders, Clara tried to stand up, "Why, yes, I would like that. I have some business to do in town and should get back to the hotel." Trying to get out of Manolito's hold, Clara quickly surmised that she wouldn't be able to get away unless he let her. Looking at him, she waited for him to take the hint. "Leave Marco. Don't come back for a few days." Looking into Clara's eyes the entire time, he added, "I'll be very busy." Seeing her blush gave him a sense of satisfaction. She wasn't ignoring him now. "Peace guys. See you soon, Clara." And he was gone. Leaving Clara alone with Manolito. "Manolito, I have to go back to town. You know I have to report Alano. I don't look forward to it, but I have to get back to my life. You have to let me go." Something in Manolito snapped. All he heard was that she wanted to leave. She couldn't leave. Without her he was alone; he had no one until he found her. Didn't she feel it? Growling, he picked her up out of the chair and set her on the table in front of him. Towering over her he stripped her faster than she could blink. "No Clara. You can't leave me. Stay here. Where I know you'll be safe. I'll take care of that bastard, Alano." Trailing his hand down to her curls, he started to stroke her. "Stay. Please." Before she could answer Manolito already had his mouth on hers. His fingers slipped past her folds and found her wet, wanting. Circling her clit, he pushed the little button until she was throwing her hips at his hand, seeking some kind of release. Dragging his mouth from hers, he stared into her eyes, seeing the shock enter them as he slowly entered her. Slowly, steadily, Manolito started to work the hard length of his cock into her hot pussy. "Mine. You're mine, Clara." Gasping, Clara wrapped her legs around his waist, hooking them around his buttocks. "Fuck me, please Manolito." Whimpering, she brought her nails down his chest, leaving light-red trails, "I need you." "Oh, cara, you'll get me." Sliding in and out of her, Manolito gave her just enough friction to drive her crazy with pleasure, but it was too slow for her find release. "Say the words, Clara. Say them and I will give you what you need." Clara didn't feel that she was ready for that, knew that she couldn't say what he wanted her to; admit that she was his. "Manolito, just fuck me," she pleaded. When he just kept that frustrating pace, she tried to wiggle out of his grasp. Holding onto her tighter, Manolito plunged into her a little harder and deeper, giving her a taste of what she wanted. But as soon as he felt her coming close, he reverted back to shallow, slow thrusts. Frustrated, drowning in pleasure, Clara cried out, "Yours. I'm yours, Manolito." With a shout of triumph, Manolito tilted her hips and started to thrust into her faster and deeper than before. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh was the only sound besides moans of need. They could smell the other's arousal, which only heightened their own. Finally, after what felt like hours, but could only have been minutes, Clara fell apart in Manolito's arms, on top of his table, spasming around his cock. "Manolito," sobbed Clara as she broke apart. Bellowing, Manolito couldn't fight the tight clenching of Clara's pussy. Following her, Manolito clung to Clara, letting her wandering hands calm him, fill the ache that he knew only she could fill. Lifting his head, he wearily begged, "Please, just come with me to bed, Clara, mia." "Ok," she smiled. Tucking a strand of inky hair behind his ear, sheepishly she whispered, "I'd like nothing better." Tenderly, Manolito scooped her up and carried her back to their bed. Mine. ******************** Where is she, Alano fumed. He was beyond frustrated. Alano no longer cared about poaching vessels for their drugs; they had enough animals for now. No, he didn't care about business. He wanted Clara, now. When he got her back, he would take his time killing the jungle ape that took her. And he would relish every pain he inflicted on the man. What he would do to Clara he would relish too. But that was different. He would make love to her; make her love him. Seeing José, one of the better trackers with him, approach, he looked up and demanded, "So? What's the news, José? Have you found her?" Nervously, José stuttered, "I-I-I, th-think so, sir." Seeing the approval from his employer, he bravely added, "They are not too far. About a day's trek up north. I came back as fast as I was sure that was them. Looking through a window I saw her, Clara that is, sir, and there is no mistaking that it was her." Finished, he waited anxiously for his boss's answer. Jungle Man Ch. 04 Satisfaction rolled through Alano. "We head out at first light," he ordered. "Tell the men to be ready." He went to his tent. Soon, Clara. Tomorrow. ********** Well, I hope that this is something that you-all like. I will continue with the next chapter of this and Cowboy. Thank-you all for your comments. I have received very helpful ones and appreciate that you took the time to let me know what you think. :) Love you hear what you have to say. Feedback is always welcome.