The Keep

Series includes violence and sex and is not recommended for young readers

Jumwa was used to this. Being the most desired man of his age in the Tribe, he had his pick of women. And his choice was: all of them. The women had something else on their mind, however. So it was, that when he lay with them, they all, in some way, tried to entice or entrap him into fathering their child and thereby binding him to them forever.

So it came as no surprise when Chu’la wrapped her legs about him as she felt his thrusts nearing their finale. The former boyish girl without any friends worth speaking of had become a ravishing and curvaceous woman, and so Jumwa had to have her, like he had tried all the rest.

Grunting he pulled away, his stiff member slipping from her as he orgasmed. But her strong, tight legs tugged him back and the tip of his cock nearly slipped back inside her. Surprised, but resisting her strong pull, his seed flowed over her moist cunt as he sighed with some irritation, slapping Chu’la across the face.

He was done with her.



The past couple years hadn’t gone well for him, but he lived on his own at least. No more Jril breathing down his neck. In fact, he hadn’t even caught sight of him since he left. His new hut, originally built for Chu’la and himself, was further from the village than even his mothers, and he rarely set foot in except when needed.

When Chu’la had failed to bare his child after that first night, he had been tormented with thoughts of what could have been. They remained friends and he watched on in agony as she continued to blossom into one of the most ravishing women of his Tribe.

Over the past two years they had still had their little flings, but it was with the clear intent that Chu’la didn’t want it to end with his child. With her strong arms and legs she had forced him out of her the time he tried to cum inside her despite her command, and the long absence of sex after that reinforced her lesson.

So when she appeared to him, dressed in somewhat ruffled, but sexy clothes, he was relieved. She had never before dressed up like this to impress him and it seemed that she had even gotten a little sweaty from her race to see him again. He smiled and thought to himself how she must have finally realized that he was the only one for her.

Their sex happened fast. She was like their first night, eager to get to it, if somewhat less enticing about it; he chalked it up to her anxiousness. When the time came for him to finish, she didn’t urge him away or show any sign of displeasure. She wrapped her legs about him and turned her head to the side, urging him on.

When their copulation ended, he turned onto his back and smiled up at the stars, satisfied. She was quiet beside him, but his life seemed to have promise again.

Turning to her, he propped up his head on his palm and smiled, “I love ju Chu’la.”

No response came, but his long time best friend sitting herself up, fixing her skirt and walking away from his encampment. She was done with him.

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Jumwa rests his head back into place, eyes shut, groaning softly atop the hotel bed, fully dressed in his battle gear. “One t'ing first...”

Anjasa replies, “Anyt'in'.”

He moistens his lips. “Meet me at eye level, and more sincerely den ju have said anyt'ing in jour life, say dat ju love me.”

Slowly she squirms up his body, staring him straight in the eyes, lovingly stroking his face. “Jumwa'jin... my boss, my lover, my Chieftain, my” she pauses, smirking a little “friend... my lover... my mate, if ju'd go so far. Ju are de only one I could love with such passion. Even more so now.”

Gazing up at her, watching her with intense intrigue, he rests his hands on her leather-clad hip and thigh. “Again.”

She continues to stare down at him, her face dead serious. “Ju are my god. I couldn't do anythin' but fall hopelessly in love with ju, and if ju brought a blade to my throat right now, my last thought would be how much I respect and admire ju. An' how lucky I was to have a bit of ju.”

He continues through her speech to gaze up at her, showing no signs of his own thoughts besides interest. His hands however, twitch and squeeze her hip and thigh for a moment, a silent sign he was pleased. He wets his lips again. “Kiss me lovingly.”

Anjasa smiles down at him, slowly leaning in, whispering against his wet lips. “If d'ere was any more of a way to prove my words, I'd do it without a flinch”, she smiles before tenderly pressing her lips to his bottom one, kissing and licking at it softly.

Shutting his eyes he smiles contently, kissing her back only slightly as he takes the time to experience her tender affections, the weight of her small body atop his chest. “Ju could tempt any, lovah. Ju could seduce de sun into giving ju all its light. De moon from de sky.” He mutters very softly.

She smiles, talking between kisses. “But to d'em I lie. To ju I expose my inner most demons an'.. whatever else I have in here.” Smiling wider, his hands slide around to her backside, embracing her. “Once more... say it again, simply.” His pointed nose brushes across her own tiny pink one as he moves his head from side to side between kisses, several times.

“I love ju, Jumwa'jin.”

No response.

She sighs and rests her head down on his, her nose balancing on his. “I love ju Jumwa'jin. Believe me?”

He shuts his eyes, “I do. Jes.”