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Adellia woke up convinced that it had all been a dream.
That was it, wasn’t it? It made sense. She hadn’t really seen Dame Bridget Kuhn lying in a cum-addled daze while forest kobolds took turns fucking her senseless, right? She hadn’t really seen the elegant anthropologist lying prostrate in the hands of a heathen statue with her belly swollen and cum leaking from her gaping pussy?
A dream. It had all been a dream. She’d been tired and hungry and confused, lost in a strange land far from home, and missing Toby terribly. It was funny-- Adellia had gone eighteen years without once having sex, but now that she hadn’t had it in a few months, it was all she could think about. She chided herself for her unprofessionalism. She couldn’t let mere base urges distract her from her mission. Today, she’d talk to Kuhn, and it would all be sorted out.
Her certainty lasted all of ten minutes. That was how long it took her to dress, re-pack her bag, and make her way down the swaying rope bridges to the large central platform of the biloko village. Dame Kuhn was there waiting for her, and one look at her told Adellia more than she wanted to know.
Kuhn was wearing the same dress from yesterday. It had clearly been repaired inexpertly over and over, and while it had lost most of its shape, it was not yet baggy enough to conceal the visible swelling in her belly. Adellia could still see the painted lines on Kuhn’s body, visible at her neckline and her wrists, only now they were decorated with leaves. She remembered the biloko climbing all over Kuhn and painting the leaves on, and suppressed a shiver. Worst of all was her hair. Adellia’s gaze kept skittering back to it involuntarily. It looked as though it had been brushed neatly across her forehead, but just there… just above her temple… there was clearly a wad of dried something.
“Good morning, Adellia!” Dame Kuhn said brightly. “How did you sleep?”
“N-not too well,” Adellia stammered. It was the truth. She had tossed and turned all night. In her dreams she kept hearing the anthropologist’s wild, bestial cries and the slurp-slurp-slurp of biloko cock sliding in and out of her cunt.
“It takes some adjustment,” Kuhn admitted. “I didn’t sleep well when I first arrived, either. But soon you’ll be as right as rain. Think of it as getting your ‘tree legs!’”
“Oh, that’s quite all right,” Adellia replied. “I won’t be staying long anyways.”
For a moment, Kuhn’s expression went glassy. She recovered well and gave Adellia a bright and sunny smile. “Of course, dear!” she said. “You said. You wanted to bring me home, correct?”
Adellia nodded. “The University of Stuttgart is very concerned about you. And I’m sure they’d love to publish your research. It, uh, it looks like you’ve learned a lot.”
“Oh, I have, I have!” Kuhn’s head bobbed up and down. “But we can discuss that later. How about some breakfast?”
Breakfast turned out to be sliced melon and cooked yams. “They’re a bit unimaginative when it comes to food,” Kuhn said. “But one does one’s best.” She ate lightly. Of course, she had a big meal last night , Adellia thought. Her stomach turned over.
“As I said, I certainly can’t go back with you,” said Kuhn as they polished off the last of the fruit. “But I could be convinced to send back some of my notes. Would you like to see them?” She led Adellia along a criss-cross route until they were high in the canopy. Her hut appeared to be slightly larger than most of the others, and contained both a woven hammock and a primitive desk made from three flat planks. Piled atop the desk were more than a dozen notebooks. Each had clearly been traditionally bound once, but someone had carefully rebound them with metal rings as they grew. Random bits of paper, leaves, and other detritus poked out from between the pages, some of which appeared to have been written on vellum or canvas or even scraps of cloth. “I wish you had brought more paper,” Kuhn complained. “Or at least ink. It is a bit of a trial out here.”
“There’s plenty of paper at Stuttgart,” Adellia pointed out. “Are you sure I can’t convince you?”
Dame Kuhn laughed. She had a hearty laugh, deep and husky. “Ho ho ho! You are a charmer, young Adellia. No, I’m afraid, my mind is made up. I feel as though I am close to a breakthrough with these people.” An idea seemed to strike her. “Say, why don’t you go hunting with them this afternoon? I’m sure you could learn a lot from their traditional techniques. And if you are to be the ambassador of my work, I think it would benefit you to learn more about the biloko .”
Adellia gave her a quizzical look, but there was nothing but friendly enthusiasm in Kuhn’s face. And the idea had its attractions. Her trigger finger had gotten itchy on the long boat ride south, and she was sure there were boar in the woods around here. Fresh bacon would not go amiss. Besides, it would get her out of the trees and away from the horrid statue. Every time she looked at it she remembered Kuhn’s lewd moans as the biloko drained their balls into her.
“Sounds good,” she said. “When do we leave?”
Kuhn introduced her to Enniektu, who she insisted was the best hunter in the village. To Adellia’s eyes he was just another warty little kobold with a long snout, but he held his spear with the relaxed confidence of a veteran. “Follow Enniektu,” Kuhn told her. “He’ll lead you right.” She smiled in a slightly unsettling way, and Adellia wondered just where Enniektu had led Dame Kuhn. Before she descended the rope ladder she made sure that her knife was in its belt sheath.
Enniektu led her and two other biloko on a curving path away from the village. Adellia tried to memorize landmarks so that she could navigate back if need be-- here, a flat boulder, there a tree whose trunk had been split by lightning at some point in the past. She wasn’t sure, but she thought she could get back if she had to. She had been traveling for about half an hour when Enniektu held up his hand and burbled something meaningless. The other biloko halted, so Adellia did too.
The four of them were in a little clearing at the foot of a hill. The sun filtered down through the canopy and filled the clearing with dancing shadows. The second Adellia stopped moving, the ever-present cloud of jungle insects descended on her, and she waved her hands around her head to shoo them off. They didn’t seemed to bother the biloko .
“Well?” she demanded. “What are we here for, eh? Did you smell something?” She fidgeted with the safety catch on her crossbow. There was a look in the little eloko ’s eyes she didn’t like.
Enniektu planted his spear point-first in the loamy earth. He barked something in his language and reached down to fumble with his loincloth. It fell away to reveal a warty green cock almost the length of Adellia’s forearm. She gasped at the sight, and it began to stiffen, as if responding to the sound of her voice. The other biloko did likewise. One of them began to stroke his swelling prick, staring at her all the while. Enniektu pointed at Adellia, then pointed at the bulbous tip of his cock, which was already beginning to leak clear fluid. “Anak te!” he said. “Anak mayum Kuhn!”
Adellia raised the crossbow, then hesitated. If she killed one of these little beasts, she might be in serious danger. But if Dame Kuhn had sent her out here to introduce her to the joys of kobold sex, she was going to be disappointed. “Not a chance, you horrid little beast!” Adellia snapped. She wasn’t sure if he could understand her, but perhaps her tone brought the message across. He snarled and reached for his spear.
“Ana dock ney!” he screeched, his voice sounding reedy and petulant. “Ana dock--”
His angry exhortation was cut off as Adellia took a step back, braced herself, then swung forward and planted one booted foot right between his bollocks.
His reaction was everything she’d hoped for. His tirade trailed off into a wheeze, his eyes bulged like a frog’s, and his tongue flopped out of his mouth. The other two biloko stared at Adellia wide-eyed, but made no move to intervene. As Enniektu collapsed in a knock-kneed crouch, they turned to stare at her with expressions of frank astonishment. “Anyone else want some?” Adellia growled. The biloko realized at the same time that their own genitals were terribly exposed and decided that, no, nobody else did. They ran to the side of their stricken leader and babbled urgently in his ear. He was preoccupied groaning in pain and rolling on the ground, so Adellia took that as her cue to leave.
She turned back the way they had come and ran. No more games, she decided, as ferns and branches whipped at her. She’d take Dame Kuhn-- or just the woman’s notes, if that was all she could get-- and she’d leave. She’d just get out. The boat would be back in a few days, and surely she could sleep in a tree or something until that point. She turned right at the lightning tree and left at the flat stone, and before she knew it, the first rope bridge appeared in the trees overhead. The ladder was just around the next tree. She could--
She stopped.
The land below the village had been cleared for farming, and several biloko were standing in it now. A single glance told her that they weren’t involved in any kind of agricultural activity. There were a dozen of them at least standing in a rough semicircle. In the middle of them was Bridget Kuhn. She had taken off her dress again and knelt on the grass with her hands clasped between her knees. Adellia sidled behind a large fern leaf and hunched over. What lunacy was this, now? She couldn’t interrupt their depraved ritual-- that would give the game away. Her best bet, unfortunately, would be to wait it out, and hope that the hunting party didn’t come back right away. She told herself that if she saw or heard Enniektu coming then she’d burst out on them, regardless of what Kuhn was up to, and take her chances with the tribe.
Besides, it wasn’t just self-preservation or idle curiosity that stayed her. She could feel her pulse quickening and a lump rising in her throat. Slowly, carefully, conscious at every moment of the sound she was making, she peered between the fronds of the fern.
From this angle, she could see every vine painted on Kuhn’s body and the dozens of leafs protruding from them. Every leaf represented an eloko , she remembered, a misshapen green cock and an eruption of pearlescent goo. There were so many of them! For all her faults, Dame Kuhn’s stamina was impressive. The vines bent and flexed as the anthropologist leaned forward. Her breasts, heavy mounds capped with hard pink nipples, swung outward. Her ruby lips, so full and ripe they looked like berries, parted to reveal a slender tongue. The eloko closest to her already had his cock out. It stood to attention as Kuhn leaned in as though magnetically drawn to her wet and welcoming mouth. Adellia found herself holding her breath in anticipation. Closer, closer… finally, with a sigh and a gentle wet sound, Kuhn closed her lips around the flared cockhead. Without realizing it, Adellia sighed as well.
Kuhn did not rest on her laurels for a moment. As soon as her mouth was wrapped around the warty green cock, she began to bob her head up and down. One hand wrapped itself around the base of the biloko ’s shaft, the other cupped his head, dangling balls. Her tongue peeked out around her lips from time to time. Adellia could see it press against the inside of her cheek. She swayed forward and backward, nearly letting the cock slip entirely out of her mouth before taking it to the root. Her nostrils flared, her eyes closed, and she forced herself farther still, until a cock-shaped bulge formed in her throat. She held that posture for a moment before she had to pull back with a chuffing cough. The biloko ’s, cock, slick with spit and throat-slime, glistened in the waning sunlight for a moment before vanishing once again between Kuhn’s lips.
She set to work with admirable verve. The other biloko crowded and jostled around her, but none dared approach too closely. The one currently being serviced had a dumbstruck look on his face. He stared at the sky with his mouth hanging slack. Kuhn spared him not a glance; she was wholly focused on her task. She pumped her hand briskly back and forth along his shaft while tongue-bathing his mushroom tip.
Adellia was horrified, but the sight was oddly arousing as well. There was something about Kuhn’s businesslike, almost mechanical motions. She looked like a woman in complete control of her situation, a puppeteer holding a dozen sets of strings. She beckoned with her free hand and another eloko stepped up. This one’s member was longer and thinner than the first, looking a bit like a misshapen cucumber. Without breaking stride Kuhn wrapped her other hand around it and began to stroke. Both arms pumped in synchrony. Kuhn mumbled something muffled around the cock in her mouth, and the biloko murmured in awe.
She sped up as she went. Her head thrust forward and backward. Her hands blurred. The subjects of her affections twitched and writhed, thrusting their hips forward and flailing with their thin arms. The one in her hand came first, twitching and shooting rope after rope of chunky off-white cum onto her cheeks and nose. A moment later, she stopped moving, and Adellia saw her throat work. She swallowed once, twice, then pulled the cock free from her mouth with a wet pop . A thick wad of off-white spunk sat on her tongue like a marshmallow. The prick she had been sucking fired again, basting her forehead with a sticky glaze. She swallowed one last time, stuck out her tongue as if to show it was empty, and beckoned at the crowd. The two biloko she had just finished off stumbled backward dreamily as three more stepped up.
She took one of these in each hand and the third in her mouth and immediately resumed her efforts. Adellia watched in awe. The woman was a machine , her every gesture full of that German efficiency. Her own hand crept unbidden beneath her belt. It was all too much: here she was, trapped in the jungle with a lunatic researcher who had decided that the path to publication lay in indulging these horny little beasts at every opportunity. And yet the last time Adellia had enjoyed any relief was at the hands of Zainab in Morocco. It was all so strange and she couldn’t think straight with her pipes as backed as this. She just had to… just had to…
The first caress of her pussy nearly gave her away. She slid two fingers between her soft pink lips and had to bite back a moan. Her panties were already slick with juice. She stiffened her fingers and began to rub her sex in a clockwise motion. Her lips felt so sticky, so puffy, so sensitive. She brushed her clit and stifled a gasp. Even just these light touches left her breathless.
She sat back against a tree with her legs sprawled before her. She was in a natural lean-to, a shady little crevice that hid her perfectly from the revelers out there. Not that they were likely to notice much in any case; all eyes were on Dame Kuhn’s beautiful face, frosted as it was with biloko cum, and her pouty red lips. She really was lovely, Adellia thought vaguely, despite her age and the obvious rigors of life in the jungle. There was something primal about her, something almost feral. Perhaps it was the energy with which she slurped and sucked and stroked. How had it begun? Adellia could imagine her caught up in some wild dance, coupling in the firelight with all comers, her skin sheened with sweat. Perhaps she had spied on some fertility ritual and felt the stirring in her loins, just as Adellia did now… slipped one hand beneath her dress, just as Adellia was doing… touched herself, slowly at first, then faster and faster, parting the petals of her flower and rubbing at the hot urgent seed between them, shuddering as the lust overtook her? Even as this thought crossed Adellia’s mind, the three biloko that Kuhn was pleasuring came almost in unison. Two jets of cum criss-crossed in midair and splattered across her cheeks, nose and lips, while the third fired its load deep into her belly. She kept her lips locked around the shaft until every last drop of spunk had drained into her throat, then released her lucky partner. His eyes crossed and he sat down hard. Two others ran forward to drag his semiconscious body out of the way. Kuhn was just beginning.
She took them all, sometimes one by one, sometimes two or three at a time. About half of them finished down her throat, the rest painted her face and chest with their ejaculate. By the time she was halfway finished she was covered in it, practically bathing in it; she blew languid cum-bubbles from her nose and licked up the froth that spilled from the corners of her mouth. Sometimes, when her throat was being stretched especially brutally by a meaty shaft, her eyes would water and tears would carve rivulets through the caked-on jism. Still, her expression was never less than joyful, her cries never less than ecstatic. She switched to a squat, and from that angle Adellia could see moisture beading from her swollen cuntlips and dripping onto the ground.
Adellia herself came twice-- once upon seeing three biloko cocks erupting in unison all over Kuhn’s forehead, and again when the lady herself could no longer restrain her moans. She cried out hungrily, begging for more cock and more cum, and Adellia nearly raised her own voice in chorus. She came close to dashing out herself and throwing herself on the clearing ground. It was a passing fancy; as she shivered and came down from the ecstasy of her orgasm, shame began to creep in. What had she been thinking ? The sight of Kuhn had surprised her, but more than that, it had triggered a deep, hidden longing. God, she thought, I’ve got to get back to Toby .
Outside, Dame Kuhn lay insensate on the ground; only the occasional twitch of a foot and the sound of her breathing showed that she was still alive. The biloko dispersed, though four of them manhandled Kuhn between them and carried them off with her. Adellia was left alone, breathing hard, in a sweat-stained shirt and thoroughly soaked panties.
She waited a solid ten minutes after they were gone, then clambered to her feet. The rainforest was not a comfortable place to be in wet clothes. She told herself that she had a fresh set in her hut. She only had to make it there.
There was no sign of Dame Kuhn, which was probably for the best. Adellia wasn’t sure what she’d say to her now if she did see her. Instead, she crossed the bridge to her hut. She was very conscious of beady eyes on her, but it didn’t seem like there was any angle at which privacy would be assured; in the end, she simply hunkered down in the corner and changed as fast as possible. She hadn’t brought many spare sets of clothes, but she didn’t think she’d need them. Soon, she’d be on her way… with or without Kuhn.
The anthropologist turned out to be in her hut. Adellia climbed up and knocked gently on the wooden wall next to the door. Kuhn, who was sitting at her “desk,” turned and favored Adellia with a slightly surprised smile. “Ah, Adellia,” she said. “You’re back early. How was the hunt?” She was wearing her dress again, and her face was completely clean. She certainly didn’t look like a woman who, half an hour earlier, had been guzzling biloko sperm like a champion.
“I felt a bit sick,” Adellia said. “I think it might have been something I ate. I came back early.”
“Oh, I do hope you’re all right!” Kuhn replied with genuine concern. “I had that very problem when I began living here. I found the leaves of a plant which-- urp. ” She covered her mouth with one hand and gave a nervous little laugh. “Pardon me. That was hardly ladylike.”
“I’m fine,” Adellia said quickly. Just for a moment, she caught a whiff of something foul and slightly salty. “Just fine. Just needed a rest. What are you working on?”
“Just some notes,” Kuhn said. “You know, seasonal rituals and things. I have the idea that the biloko calendar is influenced by the height of the Nile. You know, floods and things. I haven’t been able to figure it out exactly… their language is curiously basic, you know, and some things don’t translate.” She laid her quill down. “To tell you the truth, I don’t think I’m getting anywhere. Perhaps I should take a break. They’ll be back with their kill soon, and I can help them cook it. How are you in the kitchen?”
“Not great,” Adellia admitted. “I think I should… maybe I should just…”
“You know, you really don’t look well, dear,” Kuhn said. She frowned. “Why not lie down for a nap? I’ll call you when dinner’s ready.”
“That sounds nice.” Adellia allowed herself to be led back to her hut. She laid down, but she had no intention of sleeping. As soon as Dame Kuhn’s footsteps died away, Adellia was back on her feet. She peered out the window long enough to confirm that Kuhn was somewhere on the platforms below, then she sidled out the edge of the door and began to climb. She had to be gone before Enniektu came back. She’d take something, a notebook or keepsake, and present that to the University. She could say that was all she could find of Bridget Kuhn, and they’d mourn her, but it was probably for the best.
Reaching Kuhn’s hut was easy enough. Adellia looked for for just a moment. She could see a dark shape far below that had to be Kuhn, surrounded by small green figures. She appeared to be peeling vegetables. With any luck, that would keep her for a while. Adellia turned to the desk and stepped forward.
It was covered in spiral-bound notebooks. She seized one at random and opened it. Kuhn’s handwriting was small and neat, and her notes were interspersed with drawings-- the hand of a talented amateur. She drew plants and animals and, above all, biloko , caught in different poses and wielding various primitive tools. Adellia flipped from page to page, scanning the notes at random.
July 10. Arrived at village. Local guides frightened-- superstitious fools! The biloko accepted my gifts of fruit and meat, as I knew they would. They’re not frightening at all! Offshoots of the common kobold, at a guess. This will be easier than I thought! Already planning the introduction to my book. Title: Six Months Among the Biloko???
August 14th. Some progress with language. It’s quite ancient, predates the rhotic split. Possible common ancestor older than I thought? They tolerate me well, but their curiosity has worn off. No signs of hostility yet, which is good. The weather here is frightful. One dress ruined already; I was caught out in a rainstorm and slid down a muddy slope. I’ll wash it as best I can and use it for scraps.
August 29th. I despair of reaching the biloko. They understand me, I’m sure of it, but they’re not interested in what I have to say. I’m afraid that I must have caught some dreadful jungle malady. I write this from the privy… well, I say privy, it’s more of a hole in the ground… in any case, I’ve become intimately familiar with it of late. At least I have my own hut now. It’s low to the ground, which I have been taken to understand means that my status in the tribe is rather low, but it’s better than nothing. Perhaps the problem is that I have no role. Maybe I could cook for them? Help them with their yam cultivation? I think I would be rather useless as a hunter.
September 20th? I am beginning to lose track of the dates. Some kind of holy season approaches. The biloko are taking part in all manner of ritualistic behaviors. Possibly centered on the statue in the village? They are becoming somewhat standoffish. I am still an outsider, it seems, and not part of their festivities. Some of them have been at least a little kind. One, Juwarabo, always shares his breadfruit. The stuff is starting to grow on me. It’s sweet and not a little sticky. I always used to love strawberries as a girl…
Mid-October. I am forcibly ejected from the village at times… not painfully, but quite firmly. It appears that there are some customs that I cannot witness. How frustrating! Just when I was beginning to make a breakthrough! I intend to sneak back to observe. I feel rather guilty abusing Juwarabo’s hospitality this way, but I really must see what they are up to. I feel on the cusp of something amazing. I fell into some kind of briar and ruined another dress, but I was able to repair two more with the pieces. I have begun binding up my hair, too, to stop it getting everywhere. Bug bites are getting easier to bear since Juwarabo shared his lotion.
Late October? Once again I have been turfed out. I tried to explain to Juwarabo what an anthropologist is and what I am doing, but I don’t think he understood. To the biloko, all the tall people are like a bad dream… they think I am some kind of spirit who has come to watch and judge them. They are afraid of me, and that limits my ability to learn from them. Some of their rituals are kept secret, and few of them will talk to me, even now that my grasp of their language is improving. I cannot exactly pass for one of them, but there must be some other way to gain their trust… it is frustrating to be so close, and yet so far, from my objectives.
Adellia frowned as she paged through. Kuhn’s penmanship grew spikier and more erratic as time went on. Strange stains discolored some of the pages, and the order of the entries appeared to be jumbled. There were still occasional illustrations, but unlike the meticulously-labeled scientific drawings from earlier, these were wild and creative, showing leering biloko with comically exaggerated features.
November sometime. I can hardly write due to the excitement! Part of me is still sick to my stomach, but mixed with that I feel awestruck! I was escorted out of the village for another monthly ritual, but this time, I was determined to sneak back to observe. I slathered mud and leaves on myself, just as Juwarabo showed me when he goes hunting. I waited until the chanting began, then circled back. The rope ladder had been pulled up into the village, but there was a tree a modest distance away that I found quite climbable. I shimmied into its lower branches and waited. From there I had a perfect view of the central platform. The entire village was there, standing in a semi-circle… and naked! Immediately a mystery that has plagued me was solved: where are the female biloko? There aren’t any! They are sexless, perhaps, or their sexual dimorphism is different than humanity’s; each and every eloko was equipped with a member of prodigious size, relative to their bodies. They were engaged in some kind of sexual ceremony, that much was obvious at a glance. They stood in a circle, chanting and swaying, then one by one they began to masturbate. Erect, their penises were even larger. I must confess I am not possessed of enough data to make a rigorous study, but they appeared to be at least the size of those of human males twice their height.
Each eloko ejaculated a copious volume into a hollowed-out gourd, then the gourds were all poured into a cauldron. The chief stepped forward and spoke some ritualistic words-- none I had ever heard before-- then stirred the cauldron over a carefully contained fire. More chanting followed, for at least an hour. They boiled their seed until it was almost all gone, then one of the largest eloko reached into the cauldron and retrieved three large seed-pods. Had they placed them there beforehand? They must have, correct? I cannot see an alternative. These were produced to much cheering, then they descended to ground level and planted them in what Juwarabo had always told me was the “special garden.” I wondered what it was for! What do they expect to grow there?
I washed myself off in the river and returned later. My heart was pounding so fast that it is a wonder they didn’t hear it and grow suspicious. I must have stumbled on something of incredibly importance to these people. I wonder what?
December??? This is impossible. I fear that I must be hallucinating, due to illness or malnutrition. I cannot even commit these words to paper--
No. I must. I have calmed down a bit now and I think I can make an accurate account of what I saw… what I believe I saw… no! I did! I swear it!
Green shoots have been coming up in the “special garden,” but they were not from any plant I recognize. I found occasion to pass by there to study and sketch the plants, but this seemed to provoke tremendous hostility from the biloko. For the first time I feared for my life. Juwarabo rescued me and led me away, and I explained to him that I was just confused as to what kinds of plants those were. He told me not to worry, then suggested I go for a swimming excursion.
Well, I did briefly, but curiosity got the better of me and I snuck back once again. I hid in the brush as I approached and waited to see what they would do in my absence. I had hardly been waiting any time at all when Juwarabo convened a meeting of senior biloko. I could not hear what they discussed, but when they had finished, they entered the special garden and began to dig. Their backs were to me, so I did not see everything that transpired, but what happened next is clear in my mind. There was a great commotion, a fountain of earth, and then three biloko I didn’t recognize clawed their way out of the dirt! Their fellows helped them to their feet, cleaned them off, and dressed them with loincloths.
What did I just see? Are… are the biloko vegetables? Is this where they come from? So many questions! I fear that I cannot continue to observe secretly! I must speak of this to Juwarabo. My fear is that, having violated his trust, he will expel me from the village entirely… or worse…
None of the later entries had dates. Some of them were so messy that Adellia could barely read them; they appeared to have been written in berry-juice or some other homemade ink, and they had both run and faded.
Desperate times call for desperate measures. I know we were always warned about connecting too closely with the communities we observe, but science demands sacrifice. I am a woman of science, first and foremost, and what I do here I do in the name of discovery.
I told Juwarabo I needed to speak to him. He seemed nonplussed, but followed me into the woods. There, I told him bluntly what I had seen: their masturbatory ritual, and the crop from the “special garden.” As I suspected, he was enraged. He threatened me at spearpoint. I do not think he would have killed me, but he would certainly have exiled me from his village. So I had no choice. I did what I had to do.
I told him to remove his loincloth and I would explain. He did, a bit confused. He reacted defensively when I reached for his penis, but patient and gentle words sufficed to let down his guard. As I suspected, it had never been touched by another being-- and my hands are much softer than his. I had intended to just stroke it, but some kind of fever came over me and I put it in my mouth. It barely fit! I have little expertise in this field, but I believe I was able to pleasure him sufficiently. In any case, he ejaculated quickly-- too quickly, in fact, for me to pull it out in time. I had to swallow a little of his semen. In truth, it did not taste as bad as I had expected. It was something like warm vegetable broth. Afterwards, he seemed docile, and agreed that I could stay. I asked him if I could observe the ritual more closely next time, and he said he would consider it.
There were a couple of empty pages, and when the entries resumed, the handwriting was barely recognizable. Two of the pages stuck together, and Adellia pried them apart with a disgusted grimace on her face.
Juwarabo was able to secure my participation in the next ritual! There was, however, a cost. I had to participate naked, as they do-- which I considered a small price to pay-- and I had to demonstrate my “mouth technique” for some of the other senior biloko. I anticipated something like this, and while it would not have been my preferred option, it was far less unpleasant than I had suspected. They do not grab my hair or attempt to thrust their members down my throat. Indeed, they are quite sedate throughout the process. I found confusing feelings welling up inside me as I conducted my business, which might explain my subsequent choices.
They seemed quite taken with my naked body, but confused when I removed my last scrap of clothing. Juwarabo asked me where my penis was. I laughed at that and explained my anatomy to them. They were utterly mystified, and I believe this reinforced the idea in their heads that I am some sort of spirit or angel. One of them asked if he could put his penis in my “penis-hole” and I found myself agreeing. Mostly, I was curious as to what he would do. And it’s not like there is anybody here to see me. I think I shall be leaving this portion of my adventure out of the book.
He mounted me hesitantly and with a great deal of fumbling, but with my help, he was able to achieve penetration. The feeling was… quite unusual… I am at a loss to describe it, but the knobbly texture of his organ was tremendously satisfying. He managed only a few thrusts before ejaculating, but his output was quite impressive, and the feel of it inside me… leaking out and dripping down my thighs… it is distracting to remember, even now…
And later:
The ritual is over! I find myself dizzy with excitement. I feel that I have crossed a line tonight, but one that I would willingly cross again! Everything began as it had before-- there was some grumbling at my presence, but Juwarabo and the other elders explained that I had earned the right to participate. The biloko masturbated as before, and I decided I would join them. I sat down in the middle of the circle and began to stimulate myself. Before long, however, it became clear that my presence was a disruption. The biloko were all staring at me, disrupting their chant and interrupting their onanistic frenzy. One of them-- the one who had made congress with me before-- shuffled forward, knelt before me, and asked if he could repeat the act. I was quite excited by that point and eagerly agreed. He had no trouble thrusting himself inside me this time, and his rutting seemed to stimulate the others to greater heights of excitement. Once he had finished, another one lined up behind him and asked me for a turn-- a favor I was inclined to grant, as the brief interlude with his fellow had failed to bring me to climax. This one’s… well, his cock, I know the word, I shouldn’t be shy in my own journal… his cock was even mightier than the first, and it soon had me swooning.
By the time he had finished it became clear that self-pleasure was no longer satisfying for the others, and they swarmed around me. It was only with great effort and much shouting that they could work out an order in which to take turns. By the end of the night, so much biloko… cum… had been poured out into me that my belly was showing marked swelling. I am still a bit nauseous and crampy, but never mind that. I took on the whole tribe! And while I can tell myself that I did it for science, the truth is I loved every minute of it!
Still later:
Two days after the ritual, I had one last surprise. My cramps had gotten worse, not better, and the swelling in my stomach had not subsided. I suspected an allergic reaction and was cursing myself for my lustful foolishness, when I suddenly felt something shift inside me. I sat down, legs spread, and squeezed my belly with both hands. This was somewhat painful, but it produced another shifting sensation-- I clenched, pushed, and bore down, and soon found myself giving “birth” to seedpods identical to the ones I had seen produced from the cauldron. They were quite small, only the size of tennis balls, and I passed them easily enough, and when my womb had been evacuated I felt much better. The entire tribe had produced three seeds from the cauldron; my body produced seven. I took them to Juwarabo and explained their provenance and he looked up at me in astonishment.
I knew I was close to a breakthrough! This bizarre ritual has more than doubled the fertility of the biloko! I now believe that my original trip here, though I believed it to be a scientific endeavor, was actually ordained by Providence. I have been sent here to help these wonderful people repopulate their jungle. They have suffered terribly at the hands of encroaching civilization, but with my help they can rebuild their numbers and reclaim their lands! My book was a selfish fantasy anyways. This is why I’m here!
From there, the book trailed off into near-incoherence. Adellia read with mounting horror as Dame Kuhn related gleeful anecdotes of her favorite biloko and what she liked best about their cocks; one was listed as “savage and with stamina outmatching even a raging bull; he rutted me for an entire afternoon” while another was said to possess “testicles of such overweening vitality that his issue can be measured in liters.” These were paired with crude erotic drawings: swaggering biloko with penises the size of tree trunks, and nubile young women moaning in ecstasy as biloko swarmed over them.
A tiny noise interrupted her concentration-- barely audible above the wind in the treetops, but all the more noticeable for it. It was the merest creak of wood. Adellia turned slowly, in mounting horror, to see Dame Bridget Kuhn outlined in the doorway.
“Hello, my dear,” she said, a bright sunny smile plastered across her face. “Enjoy your nap, did you?”
Adellia craned her neck. Behind Kuhn were at least a dozen biloko carrying spears. She gulped. “Uh, I did, thank you very much. I think your book is going to come out really well…”
--
“I suppose this was inevitable,” Dame Kuhn sighed as she marched alongside Adellia. “I should have known you’d get curious.” Armed biloko flanked them on both sides. Adellia’s wrists had been tied with vine ropes. She could have freed herself easily enough, but surrounded by spearpoints, she had no plan for what came after. So she’d wait. For now.
“How much did you read?” Kuhn demanded. She pinched Adellia’s chin between thumb and forefinger and turned it around. “How much did you see ?”
“Enough,” Adellia replied. “You’ve become some kind of… of tribe mother or something.”
“I suppose you could say that,” Kuhn replied. “Their word for me translates as ‘life-cauldron.’ It’s from one of their myths-- the sky goddess cooked up the first eloko in a cauldron and poured him into the jungle. Did you know, when I arrived there were barely two dozen of them? There’s more than fifty now!”
“So what happens to me?” Adellia asked. “Am going to become a second ‘life-cauldron?’”
“Does the idea excite you?” Kuhn purred. Her fingers stroked Adellia’s cheek. “Perhaps. With our growing numbers, we will need one.”
“And then what? Are you going to conquer the continent with an army of pygmies? With you as Queen? Dame, this plan makes no sense! ” Adellia held out her bound wrists. “Look, just cut me free. We can get out of here together. These little monsters can’t possibly keep us here.”
“Oh, no, no, I could never do that,” Kuhn replied dreamily. “They need me. They need us .”
The biloko brought them before the great wooden statue. They forced Adellia to her knees before it, two of them holding her shoulders while three more aimed spears at her head. Dame Kuhn climbed up into the statue’s cupped hands and sat with her hands folded in her lap. She had a prim expression on her face, like a teacher getting ready to collect the class’s homework. “Before we can accept you into the tribe, of course, you must be tested. We will see if you are fit to bring the next generation of biloko into the world.”
“Fit? What the hell are you talking about, you madwoman?” Adellia looked around the swarming biloko , many of whom had already begun to remove their loincloths. “This has gone far enough, Kuhn, tell them to let me--”
“Fertility, my dear! The goddess’s favor! It’s quite simple. I should think even an untrained mind like yours could understand.”
“If you think I’m spreading my legs to this horde of little… little beasts, you’ve got--”
Kuhn reached out and casually slapped her across the face. The crack echoed off the trees. It wasn’t a hard slap, but it stunned Adellia into silence. She looked up in disbelief. Kuhn was smiling down at her like a patient teacher. She went on as though Adellia had never spoken at all.
“Oh, Adellia, once you have taken your place among us… it’s like nothing you’ve ever known.” Her fingers danced across Adellia’s blouse, undoing her buttons and pulling the fabric aside. She grabbed one of Adellia’s pert breasts and gave it an appraising glance and a little squeeze, as though she was inspecting a piece of fresh fruit.
“You’ll love what it does to your figure, dear. A few ceremonies, and these will begin to grow.” Kuhn was clearly trying to keep her tone professional, but she licked her lips as she spoke, and her eyes blazed with avidity.
“Wonderful.” Adellia looked at the horde of little green men-- they were already staring at her in sweaty anticipation. “When does it begin?”
“Now,” Kuhn replied, and tore Adellia’s blouse right down the middle. The fabric parted with a loud rip, sending buttons bouncing away across the planks. Adellia yelped in dismay. As though a signal had been given, the biloko surged forward, hands out to grab and tear.
They shredded Adellia’s trousers right off her body; her underpants lasted long enough for one of them to hook a finger through the band, then they too disappeared into the roiling mass. Dame Kuhn pulled her dress over her head and tossed it aside. Beneath it, her body was lean and athletic, still bearing the body paint from before. Tiny hands grabbed Adellia under the thighs, the shoulders, the buttocks and the back and lifted her up. She was carried on the living tide into the statue’s hands and rudely deposited there on her back. Her head bonked into the wooden palm and she saw stars for a moment.
Dame Kuhn nestled side by side with her, their thighs pressed up together, shoulders jostling for space. The cupped hands of the statue were wide enough for both of them, but barely, and they shoved at one another to make room. Some of Kuhn’s hair fell in Adellia’s mouth and she spat furiously. “Get off me, you little slut!” Kuhn hissed. “Move aside! This is my spot!”
“You get off me!” Adellia spat back. “You crazy bitch! They can keep you, as far as I care! I should never have come out here!”
The chant began, just as Adellia remembered it. Someone in the back of the crowd began to beat on a hide drum. The first wave of biloko surged forward. The ceremony had begun.
The eloko that hopped up before Adellia looked very familiar. He stared at her with undisguised loathing on his face. It was Enniektu, she realized-- an ugly purple bruise discolored his hanging ball sack. She grinned at him. “Does it hurt?” she asked in a singsong voice. He couldn’t understand her, but it made her feel better, at least.
He pried her thighs apart with surprising strength and stepped in between them. His cock was already standing to attention, bruise or no bruise. This close, Adellia could see every individual lump and bump. It was a knobbly thing, like an elongated squash, with a flared tip that dripped clear fluid. He reached out first with two fingers and jammed them into Adellia’s pussy. She squeaked, more out of surprise than pain. His fingers were small and blunt, and she could feel them poking and probing her tight channel. He withdrew them, gave them a suspicious sniff, then lined his cock up with her entrance. More gooey precum oozed out and he took his time smearing it around her lips with his fat mushroom tip. He took his time lubricating her up, but soon enough he reached out and grabbed her thighs. His grip pinched slightly, but she had no time to complain-- with a single, powerful thrust, he shoved his cock inside her.
She gasped as she felt it fill her up. Every inch was covered in warts and bulbous protrusions, and these rubbed against her soft lips and velvety inner walls. The sensation was not entirely unpleasant-- the eloko ’s member slid in easily enough, its way eased by its own lubrication. Adellia knew from experience that proper breathing and relaxation would make this process more bearable. She tried to put the looming threat of death out of her head. Next to her, a fat eloko was hammering away at Dame Kuhn’s cunt with wild abandon. The lady herself was getting into it. Her breasts heaved and bounced with a slap, slap, slap . She urged her partner to greater heights in mixed English and German. “Oh, yes, yes, more, mehr, mehr , kleiner kobold! ” She laughed ferociously when she saw Adellia’s eyes on her. “Are you jealous yet, little girl?”
“Hardly!” Adellia rolled her eyes. “You really are mad, you- urk, you know that?” Despite herself, though, she felt something stirring inside her-- not lust, but competitive pride. She was Adellia Hawk, and she would not let herself by beaten, not by this washed-up academic and her tribe of little green worshippers.
She gasped as Enniektu fell into a rhythm. His thick shaft pulled almost entirely out of her, its knobs tickling her insides, before slamming back in. Every thrust was accompanied by a wet squish and a spurt of fluids, and she had to admit that not all of them were his. Her body was reacting, warming itself up. Perhaps it was Dame Kuhn’s fervid moans. The woman sounded as though she were being gored by a wild boar. It was a bit overwrought, in truth; Enniektu, at least, was an indifferent lover. He had established a solid tempo, but he seemed to have no idea where her clit was and not the least interest in finding it.
Soon enough, his body stiffened and he let out a little yelp. Adellia could feel something wet and hot shooting from the tip of his prick. It puddled inside her, and when he pulled out, a thin stream of white drooled from between her pussy lips. He gave her one last triumphant look, stepped back, and vanished into the crowd.
The next eloko was already stepping up. This one was a bit taller and had a slightly paunchy belly. He lifted it out of the way so that he could slip his penis into her, then let it fall. Adellia gasped involuntarily. The weight of him pressed down through his belly onto her mound as he began to thrust. There was something about the steady pressure-- perhaps it was his member, which was thicker than Enniektu’s. The bumps and boils that dotted its length felt like tiny fingers tap-tap-tapping at her walls. She shifted her hips back and forth slightly and was rewarded with a kaleidoscope of sensations. Each of them was maddeningly faint, but all were counterpointed by the steady, warm weight of his gut pressing against her clit. She closed her eyes and bit her lip. In her mind, Toby lay on top of her. His stomach was still slightly soft, and she loved to stroke and squeeze it and feel it atop her. Was this so different?
The fat eloko came even quicker than Enniektu had. He stayed rooted to that spot the whole time as thick, slippery gouts of cum volleyed out of his cocktip, then nearly swooned backwards. The next one to step up was quite tall, and as he pressed the tip of his prick against her slit, Adellia’s eyes widened. This one was huge, at least compared to her previous two partners. She gritted her teeth as the first couple inches of his rod slid into her cum-slick channel. “Wait,” she whimpered, “don’t--”
It was too late. He bellowed fiercely and slammed his hips home with such force that Adellia actually lifted off her back for a second. She howled too at the sudden fullness. This eloko didn’t take his time to build up speed-- he went full-bore from the word go, his hips bucking wildly, his massive cock slamming into her cervix with each thrust. Adellia tried to clench her vaginal muscles around him to slow him down or limit his depth, but he battered aside his feebly resistance. As he rutted, he leaned forward and grabbed her nipples with his fingers. He pulled and twisted the soft pink flesh heedless of her whimpers and cries. “N-not so rough!” she panted. Despite her protests, her breath was growing short and her face was flushing alarmingly red. Her clit begged for release and she groped for it with bound hands. She managed to bring her pinkies fingers together with the stiff nub between them and began to rub furiously at herself. At that moment, she didn’t care if Dame Kuhn saw, didn’t care what the other woman would think-- she needed release!
Not that Kuhn was in any position to criticize. Her own features were twisted in a lewd and lustful expression with her tongue lolling like a dog’s. Somehow, she had cajoled two biloko to fuck her at once. One lay flat across her belly with his cock planted firmly in her twat, the other stood behind him and thrust his hips forward to bury his shaft in the same hole. Her labia had stretched quite alarmingly to accommodate the double penetration, but the air was full of her hedonistic moans. She managed to grin at Adellia through the sweat plastering her face. “How… many… have you… taken?” she asked. “Not… enough… I think!”
She actually thinks she’s competing against me , Adellia realized. She really is mad . She thought back to what Kuhn had said. The goddess’s favor? So if she births more seeds, she gets to stay in charge, is that it? Well, two can play at that game! She gritted her teeth and scissored her legs forward to pull her eloko partner close. Compared to the ahool, this is nothing. I’ll play her little game, beat her, and then Miss Queen of the Biloko will be laughing on the other side of her face!
Adellia cried out in ecstasy. Each thrust buried more than seven inches of green fuck-meat inside her. Each withdrawal left her clenching and spasming. A runny mixture of her own juices and biloko cum from her previous partners lubricated her hole, dripped down her thighs and spattered across her partner’s hips. She threw her legs in the air and rested them on his shoulders. From this angle, he could penetrate her even more deeply, and with every thrust his swollen bollocks slapped against her butt. They felt like heavy gourds, and she imagined she could hear them sloshing every time they swung back and forth. The thought of all that backed-up, porridge-thick cum made a blush rise in her cheeks. It was just because of the contest, obviously. The more of it she got, the more likely she’d defeat Dame Kuhn. The gauntlet had been thrown, and Adellia Hawk was never one to back down from a challenge. So that must be why all she could think of was the prospect of being pumped full of thick, sticky, slippery biloko spunk. Right?
“Give it to me!” she growled, and grabbed one of her partner’s wrists with her bound hands. He looked up at her in surprise. She narrowed her eyes and repeated her demand. “Give it to me!” Whether he understood her words or the urgency in her tone pushed him over the edge, he obliged her. His prick twitched inside her, he planted it as deep as it would go, and a gout of sludgey kobold jizz exploded into her womb. So great was his ejaculation that Adellia imagined she could hear it, a watery bubbling sound like the eruption of an oil well. She certainly felt it: he stood still with a dumbfounded look on his face as his balls drained into Adellia, pumping an endless flood of semen directly into her most intimate parts. She imagined that she could see her stomach rising, although of course that was ridiculous. When he pulled out, the fat tip of his cock caught at her entrance for a minute before coming free with a sound like a child popping its thumb out of its cheek. There was a beat, then a waterfall of cum tumbled free from her gaping pussy and began to pool in the statue’s hands. She frantically covered her quim with her hands to stem the tide. She couldn’t afford to waste any of this precious life-giving goop.
Fortunately for her, the next eloko was stepping up. Less fortunately, his aim was not as good as his fellows-- either that, or he was laboring under some serious misapprehensions about the terms of the contest. Adellia’s eyes grew wide as she felt the spongy tip of his prick line up with her anus. “Wrong hole! Wrong hole!” was all she had to to shout before he grabbed her by the thighs and slammed his way inside.
Adellia went cross-eyed. She and Toby had made tenuous experiments in this direction, enough for her to know that proper enjoyment of the backdoor required lots of preparation and patience. The eloko used neither. Fortunately, the runny mixture dripping down from her pussy served to lubricate her pucker, otherwise she might have been in serious trouble. As it was she squealed in pain and surprise. It felt like… it felt like… well, it felt like a thick meat-rod plumbing her bowels, that was what it felt like. At least this eloko was less well endowed than her previous partner. As it was, she thought his cock might split her in half. As he thrust and jabbed, though, the pain subsided to a dull ache, and a strange and feverish pleasure rose up inside her. Each thrust seemed to press against her vaginal walls, but from the other side. She shifted the angle of her hips slightly and gasped as she felt a soft pressure against her most sensitive spot. There, just inside her entrance-- whenever Toby’s fingers found it (and he was getting better and better) she would dissolve into a blissful puddle. The eloko was finding it now, and though the sensation was muted, it was the same warm pleasure.
She sighed and closed her eyes. Her second climax was rising now, she could feel it, and she drew in a deep breath. The warmth spread and suffused her body and lifted her up. For a moment, she could forget her circumstances. She wasn’t trapped in a jungle battling against a crazed scholar in a lewd test of endurance; she was lying in her bed, legs splayed, ready to make love to the man of her dreams. That mental image did it. Her sigh turned into a guttural moan and she arched her back. Her toes curled, her hands beat frantically against the wooden ones, and her asshole clenched spasmodically. The eloko began to cum as well, and his spurts of seed lined up perfectly with her clenching, as though she was milking him dry. When he finally withdrew, a thin trickle of cum oozed out alongside him.
The next one was already approaching, and fortunately, he found the right hole on the first try. Adellia cooed softly and spread her pussy lips with her fingers. Her entire groin was a frothy, wet mess, dripping with sweat and cum and girl-juice, and the musky smell that rose from it filled her head with images of writhing bodies and smooth, soft flesh. “Hurry up,” she said, her voice a pleading whine. “I want more! More!”
Next to her, Dame Kuhn was wrapped up in her own throes of ecstasy. Her hair had come undone from its braid and lay in a coal-black puddle around her head. Here and there it was matted with wads of cum. Her mouth was glazed, as well-- at one point she had pleasured three biloko at once, two rods sawing in and out of her cunt while a third rammed his member straight down her throat, his balls resting on her forehead like a hot-water bottle. Mostly, though, she was directing them to pour as much of their issue as possible into the yawning crevasse between her legs. She had much more practice than Adellia, that much was clear at once. A second eloko stepped up and tried to add his member to the one already plundering the young huntress’s quim, but had to give up after a minute or so of fruitless prodding. Kuhn, meanwhile, was easily handling two at a time.
She turned to Adellia and gave her a wicked grin. “Give… up… yet…?” she panted. Her menacing expression was somewhat undermined by the thick glaze of biloko spooge frosting her lips and chin.
“Never… old… woman…” Adellia managed in between gasps for breath. “Your cunt’s… all… used up. It’s a… wonder… anything… grows there… at all.”
“You wretched... little… cooze!” Kuhn reached out with one shaking hand and grabbed Adellia’s nipple. The pink bud was as stiff as a diamond already, and after multiple climaxes it was incredibly sensitive. Adellia cried out in pain as Kuhn’s fingernails dug into her flesh. With a vicious smirk, Kuhn twisted , and a flash of pain seared across Adellia’s brain. Her eyes filled up with tears. The sudden shock made her flex every muscle in her body, and between her legs, the eloko currently pounding away froze and began to cum.
She was hardly defenseless, though. Her hands were bound, but together they were a formidable weapon. As she rolled over, the two kobolds rutting at Dame Kuhn climaxed in unison. Adellia waited until they pulled out, then brought both fists down hard on Kuhn’s belly. There was a meaty thud and the Anthropologist’s jaw dropped. Her eyes slammed open. At the same time, the trickle of cum oozing out of her slit became a geyser. It sprayed out with the world’s wettest, lewdest raspberry. One eloko , who had been stepping forward to take his turn, took the blast full in the face. He suddenly appeared to be looking out at the world from behind a white mask. He blinked and shook his snout, sending droplets of the stuff everywhere.
Peace was only achieved when an extra-large and heavy eloko shouldered his way to the front of the crowd. Both women forgot their quarrel and stared at him in slack-jawed awe. He would have come up nearly to Adellia’s chest; his arms looked like tree trunks, his legs like beer barrels. His prick seemed to be of average size, but dangling below it was a pair of the biggest, roundest, ripest balls Adellia had ever seen. They must have been the size of cantaloupes, and with every step the cum inside gurgled and sloshed. Adellia’s eyes widened. Whichever lady received that outpouring of genetic goodness was sure to gain a leg up on the competition.
“Me! Pick me!” Adellia cried. “You don’t want that used-up old tart! Look here, I’m fresh and tight!”
“Nonsense! Pick me!” Kuhn yelled. “That little slut doesn’t know how to handle a prick like I do! I know every trick in the book! I’ll drain you dry and leave you begging for more!” She reached down and spread her pussy lips, revealing her cum-logged passage. “Look at this beautiful pink flower! It’s all for you!”
“That? That’s a dried-up old prune!” Adellia fumbled with her fingers and managed to part her own nether lips. She spread her legs as wide as she could, kicking Kuhn’s knee out of the way in the process.”Now this is a pussy! Look at it, young and ripe! You’ve probably had her a million times, she’s all blown-out and loose!”
Both women thrashed back and forth, elbowing and shoulder-barging and head-butting as the prodigiously equipped eloko trudged forward. He looked from pussy to pussy, his chin in his hands, as though making a difficult and weighty decision upon which much would depend. Then, with a satisfied grunt, he turned to Adellia, fisted the base of his prick to line it up, and thrust his hips forward.
Kuhn’s angry snarl was music to Adellia’s ears. She barely had time to savor her victory, though, as the eloko between her legs began to pound away. He was tremendously strong, and each thrust caused her breasts to bounce wildly and smack against each other. Kuhn, meanwhile, beckoned three biloko at once, hooking two fingers into the sides of her cunt to hold it open for them. So, she wants quantity instead of quality, eh? Adellia thought. We’ll see who wins that race.
The enormous eloko hammered her with furious strength. Adellia came twice more: once, rubbing her clit in a frenzy as he plunged in and out of her quim, and again when he stiffened and let out a howl. The feeling of his gigantic balls emptying their contents into her womb was almost more than she could take. She didn’t have to imagine her belly rising now-- she could see it happening in real time when she looked down. On and on he went as what felt like liters of thick gruel pumped into her tummy. When she was sure that she would burst, that she could take no more, he grunted again and stepped back. A stream of spooge followed his withdrawal, but it was not even close to all of it-- Adellia could feel the rest inside her, hopefully taking root.
The contest went on well into the night. Adellia lost count of how many biloko mounted her-- certainly some queued up more than once, including Enniektu and, unfortunately, the one who preferred her butt. By the time the last of them staggered off to his bed, she was semi-conscious, exhausted, and covered head to toe in a froth of sweat, cum and her own juices. Dame Kuhn lay next to her in a similar condition. Both women’s bellies were noticeably swollen, as though they were four or five months pregnant. When Adellia turned over, she could feel the cum inside her slopping around. Next to her, Kuhn was snoozing softly, each snore accompanied by a cum-bubble blowing out of one nostril. Her soft, pillowy breasts looked like the perfect place for Adellia to rest her head-- after all, it wasn’t as though her hair could get dirtier. Still, she forced herself to her feet. She had something important to do.
A flash of light caught her eye. Her knife lay on the ground, discarded by the biloko as they tore off her clothes. She would need that. She scooped it up, unsheathed it, and then carefully turned it inward to cut the ropes binding her wrists. This done, she sheathed it again and carried it in her teeth.
Climbing to her hut took forever, but she put one foot in front of the other and used her hands as much as possible, clinging to safety ropes and tree trunks. She nearly lost her balance on the rope bridge but managed to fall forward and crawl the last few paces. Inside, she collapsed and took a moment to catch her breath. There was her bag: fresh clothes, weapons and… something else.
She fished around the bottom until she found what she was looking for. The shadhavar eggs had shrunk since she had removed them-- they had an odd, gummy texture, like dried fruit. She held one in trembling fingers and stared at it. What had Zainab said? “Good for fertility?” What did that mean? She was too tired to think straight, but she had an idea of what she was supposed to do.
She propped herself up against the wall of the cabin and spread her legs. A thin stream of biloko semen drooled continuously out between her gaping lips. After several hours of near-constant fornication, her pussy was nice and limber, at least. She took a deep breath, held the egg between two fingers, and slid it up inside her.
It was about as thick as the biloko cocks had been, and though her wrist was noticeably thicker, she managed to get that inside too. She pushed and pushed, ignoring the strange little tremors of pleasure, until it was as deep inside her as it was going to get. She left it there and withdrew her hand. Her fingers dripped with unnameable goo, and she wiped them idly against her bare thigh before collapsing to the ground and falling asleep.
When she woke up the next day, her whole lower body was one huge bruise. She could barely stand. Not that she had anywhere to go-- four spear-armed
biloko
guarded her hut. She probably could have taken them, she figured, except for the stiffness in her limbs and the terrible pain every time she tried to walk. Around noon, they retrieved her from her hut and frog-marched her down to the center of the village for lunch. Dame Kuhn was already there; she fixed Adellia with a haughty stare.
“How are you doing, my dear?” she asked with mock politeness.
“Very well, thank you,” Adellia made herself say.
Kuhn smirked at her. “I do hope the biloko weren’t too rough with you, Adellia. Don’t worry. Once they crown me as the favored of the sky goddess, I will ensure you get gentle treatment.”
Adellia said nothing to that. The fruit had just arrived, and her stomach was gurgling.
In fact, it was roiling. She tried to force down a bit of melon and nearly gagged. “What’s wrong?” Kuhn asked sweetly. “Something you ate?”
The pain didn’t go away. As Adellia looked down in horror, she thought she could see her guts roiling. What did I do to myself? she thought. Kuhn looked a bit concerned too.
“I say, Adellia,” she managed, “you do appear to have… a bit of swelling…” Kuhn’s own stomach jutted out like a pregnant woman’s, but Adellia’s looked like a fully inflated rubber ball. If she was pregnant, it was with twins, at least.
Nor had it stopped growing. By nightfall, she could barely move; the gravid orb pinned her to the ground, and regular contractions ripped through her. She thought back to birthing the infant ceffyl-dwr in her tub. This was like that, only worse. The biloko swarmed around her and chanted wildly. Dame Kuhn was in similar straits as the moon rose, though her own condition was far less expansive. The two of them sweated and strained side by side.
Finally, around midnight, Adellia let out a strangled cry. She could feel movement inside her. She pushed and grunted, strained and squeezed, until the pressure inside her abated. A tremendous muscle spasms shook her from head to toe, and something wet and round and green plopped out between her legs. “GRRRRAAAHHHH!” she cried and bore down with all her strength. This first seed was followed by another, and another, until they were falling out of her like hailstones. She lost count after two dozen, and still it seemed her tummy had hardly shrank at all. The biloko and Dame Kuhn looked on awestruck. The pile between Adellia’s legs grew and grew, and by the time her stomach was flat again, the seeds formed a pyramid nearly the height of an eloko.
Kuhn’s own delivery started shortly thereafter, and it was clear from the outset that it would be a meager one relative to Adellia’s. Seeds plopped and rolled out from between her cuntlips, bouncing away across the planks. They left a trail of ooze behind them like slugs. Not only were there fewer of them, but they were smaller, too, compared to the plump ones in Adellia’s pile.
Juwarabo watched both piles grow in stony silence. When the last egg had rolled free and both women’s stomachs were flat again, he rumbled something in the biloko language. Dame Kuhn looked up at him with desperate fear on her face and burst into tears.
The biloko paid no heed at all to her crying. They marched past her, Adellia on their shoulders, and carried her all the way to the statue’s hands. For a moment, she was afraid that they would breed her again, but yesterday’s celebration seemed to have taken all of the fire out of their loins. Instead they marched in a circle around her, chanting and singing. Occasionally one would dart forward with a flower in his fingers and twine it into her hair. The rich, sweet scent of them filled her nostrils. Others reached out paint-smeared fingers to draw looping vine patterns across her belly, breasts and arms. Adellia was too tired and bemused to stop them.
That night, they roasted a pig in celebration. To Adellia, who hadn’t had bacon in more than a month, the savory scent wafting from the fire was nothing less than heavenly. Her mouth filled with saliva at the thought of those dark, crispy rashers, dribbling with fat…
It was halfway through dinner that she realized Dame Kuhn was gone. She looked left and right, but the woman would have been easy to spot-- she was twice the height of the tallest eloko in the village. Adellia turned to Enniektu, who was sitting next to her. “Where is Dame Kuhn?” she asked?
He stared up at her in polite incomprehension. Adellia cursed under her breath and held a hand above her head to indicate height. “Tall lady?” she said. “Dark hair?” She cupped her hands in front of her chest to suggest Kuhn’s huge, round tits, then used one hand to shade her eyes and looked left and right in pantomime. Enniektu’s eyes widened in recognition, then he shrugged. It was a remarkably economical gesture that required no translation. Who cares ?
After dinner, Adellia wandered up to Kuhn’s hut. The papers were in disarray, scattered all over the floor; it looked as though someone had thrown a fit. She couldn’t tell, but it appeared that some of the books were missing from the desk, too. Adellia cursed inwardly. She should have been paying more attention-- but the biloko had showered her with attention for hours, and there had been little she could do to get away from them. Even now, three of four them followed her everywhere she went like curious children.
Well, Kuhn wouldn’t last long in the jungle. She couldn’t have gotten that much of a head start, and she would be easy to track. Adellia made for the rope ladder, only to find her progress blocked by Enniektu and a pair of his fellows.
“Come on, guys, I have to go look for her,” Adellia protested. An eloko grabbed her hand and gave it a gentle tug back towards the village. “She could be hurt out there! Don’t you care about her at all? She lived with you for more than a year!”
If any of them understood her words, they gave no sign. For the first time since winning the strange contest, a thrill of fear crept up Adellia’s spine. They won’t let me leave, will they? I’m their life-cauldron now .
“Well, if you won’t let me go, it’s time for bed, I suppose.” Adellia stretched her arms and yawned theatrically. That set off a cascading round of yawns from the biloko ; some behaviors, it seemed, were universal. She turned away and took a step or two towards her hut, then turned back in a flash and ran for the ladder. The biloko were on her before she had gone two steps. They mobbed her, bore her to the ground, and carried her back to the center of the village, arms and legs thrashing.
“Let go!” Adellia shouted. “You hideous little beasts! Let go of me this instant! I’m your queen now, aren’t I? Listen to what I say!” She kicked and spat. Her flailing legs laid out a couple of incautious biloko , but more stepped up to take their places. They bore her towards the altar. At some point, a coil of vine rope had been slung across the statue’s palms, and two biloko were unwinding it now. Panic seized Adellia’s heart. She had a sudden vision of her future: her belly swollen, her eyes glazed, her skin covered in painted vines, each bearing dozens of little leaves. She balled up her fists and lashed out with sudden, hysterical strength. Her arm tore free from the grasp of the biloko , and one solid punch laid out another of the creatures. They flinched back in surprise and dropped her onto the wooden boards. She rolled as she landed and came up swinging. A few of them had spears, but they weren’t jabbing at her yet. Don’t want to damage the merchandise, she thought bitterly. She wasn’t going to hold back, just because they were. She slapped the nearest down hard enough to spin him around, knocked another two over with a haymaker punch, then wound up and kicked as hard as she could. Her foot curved up under Enniektu’s loincloth and landed with a satisfyingly meaty thunk . For the second time in as many days, he went cross-eyed and fell over.
That opened up a space for her and she took it. A single vaulting leap cleared the remaining biloko , who fled before her like villagers from an avalanche. Their shouts and jeers filled her ears, but she was already past them, her feet thudding heavily on the bridge. She made for her hut. Her knife was there, and her crossbow…
Her stomach cramped and she stumbled on the bridge, swaying to and fro for a moment. She looked down and caught a vertigo-inducing glimpse of the forest floor far below. No time for nausea-- she made herself run onward, ducked into her hut and scooped up her bag. She didn’t have time to dress, so she shoved her sheathed blade between her teeth again and stepped out onto the platform.
The biloko were coming, and they looked furious. The way they were holding their spears told her that her reprieve had ended. They did not mean to let her escape. If they couldn’t have their life-cauldron, no-one could. They were blocking the only exit, and climbing higher would only prolong the inevitable. She looked around wildly for another means of escape.
There! Dangling from a branch next to her hut was a liana vine. It looked sturdy enough, though she’d only heard of people using them this way in the pulp serials. Well, desperate times… she took a deep breath, backed up a couple of steps for a running start, and leapt out over the abyss.
Her fingers grasped at empty air and for a moment she was sure she’d fall. Then, as her heart leapt into her throat and she began to descend, she found the thick vine and seized on it. Her downward plunge became a wide, parabolic arc. She could feel the vine bending and shearing, so at the apex of her swing she let go. She flew through the air, wind whipping past her face, and catapulted into a hanging tree branch. She managed to grab it and swing from it, then let go and dropped another few feet towards a second branch. In theory, she could have made it all the way to the ground this way, except that she missed her grip on the next branch and fell screaming to the ground. Her fall was broken after about ten feet by another branch, this one perfectly positioned to whack her in the midsection. The next branch slapped her upside the head, and the one after that delivered a neat karmic revenge for her repeated kicks to Enniektu’s anatomy. Gradually, with much shouting and many bruises, she made it to ground level. A second later, her knife landed hilt-first on her head with a rich, full thok .
She lay there for a moment or two until the world stopped spinning, then climbed to her feet. She paused, cocked her head, and spat out a bloody tooth. She scooped up her knife, adjusted her grip on her bag, and took a swaying step. There was no time to rest on her laurels. The biloko were coming.
She thought she could remember which way the river was. She set off on a jog that quickly turned into a run. Gradually, the sound of angry voices and small footsteps dwindled behind her. The biloko , it seemed, were not keen on pursuing her into the jungle. That suited her just fine. She had seen enough of the wretched creatures for a lifetime. She’d find the shore, and set up a camp, and when her boat came she’d never, ever speak of this again.
It was while she was contemplating this happy thought that she became aware that she was not alone. Something heavy crunched the leaves behind her. She immediately dropped into a hunter’s crouch and pulled out her knife. In her weakened state, she doubted she could fend off a tiger or panther, but at least she wouldn’t be easy prey.
Something hard and heavy caught her between the shoulder blades and nearly knocked her over. She turned in time to see an indistinct figure raise a paw to swat her again. No, not a paw-- a book .
“You!” Dame Kuhn growled. She was naked, her hair in disarray, one lens of her spectacles cracked. Her legs looked badly lacerated, as though she’d stumbled through a briar bush. Clutched in her hands was one of her research books. “You drecksau! You rotten cunt! How dare you!” She swung with the book again, but clumsily, and Adellia was easily able to dodge out of the way.
“How dare you! Schweinhund! You filthy, usurping slut!” To Adellia’s shock, the other woman was crying. “You took it! You took everything from me! Everything!”
“Calm down, lady!” Adellia shouted. “I don’t want your fucking village! You can run back to them, I’m sure they’d be happy to have you!”
Kuhn wasn’t listening, or in her enraged state she was beyond comprehension. She lunged at Adellia again, swatting with her book. She was raving now in biloko , calling Adellia who knew what manner of foul names.
Adellia tensed, cocked a fist, and landed a punch on Kuhn’s jaw that spun the other woman around and knocked her spectacles flying. Her second punch landed just above her navel and expelled all her breath with a sound like uff . She toppled over backwards and landed hard on her butt. Her book flew out of her grasp. Adellia knelt on top of her, and Kuhn scratched at her like a rabid predator. Adellia held out her knife, and the blade winked in the moonlight. As soon as she saw it, all the fight went out of Kuhn. She sagged like a marionette with its strings cut.
“Go on,” she said wearily. “Finish me. You already took everything else, why not my life?”
Adellia fought to steady her breathing. She looked down at Kuhn and tried to remind herself that this woman would have seen her trapped in brutal sex slavery, turned into little more than a living brood mare for the biloko .
The woman beneath her didn’t look like a jungle queen. She looked like a sad, disheveled lady who had been exiled from the one place where she’d ever mattered. Adellia sighed, sheathed her knife, and stood up. Maybe the biloko would take Kuhn back, she figured. But that didn’t make it right to leave her for them.
“I’m not going to kill you, you lunatic. You’re coming home with me.”
“W-why?” Kuhn asked in a quavery voice. “When they find out what happened… my reputation… my book…” She blinked, and for a moment, Adellia saw the scholar again, the woman who had hoped to write a book that would make her name. She sighed.
“They’ll love your book,” she said, extending a hand. “I bet you’d sell a million copies.” More, if you just told the truth , she thought. She’d have to keep an eye on Kuhn. It wouldn’t do to let a story like this circulate. “My boat’s in a few days. You should be on it. They miss you in Stuttgart.”
Kuhn allowed herself to be helped to her feet. She blinked owlishly until Adellia found her spectacles. The frames had been badly bent and one lens was cracked, but with them on she seemed a step closer to the researcher she had once been, not the raving madwoman of a moment ago.
“You know,” she said, “I had an idea for a chapter about traditional biloko garments… they’re quite adaptable, despite the simplicity…”
Adellia allowed the wave of chatter to wash harmlessly over her. She trudged onwards with Kuhn following at her heels. It was hard to tell, since Adellia had never been much of a biologist, but she was certain that an academic dissertation shouldn’t have quite this many digressions about cock. Toby would know. He’d probably want a signed copy of the book.
One foot in front of the other, the thought of Toby dragging her on, Adellia headed for home.