River stomped back to the tent as she violently snagged on her clothes. Several women of the tribe kept looking at her in their weird way.

Having enough of their judgment, she snapped at all of them. "What are you looking at? Don't you have work?"

They jerked back in shock and then, their eyes moved behind her. All them becoming almost dream like with a worship dotting in them, River rolled her eyes, knowing well who was approaching.

Their stupid brutish crush.

She entered his tent, and began to pack her things. When she heard him in come in, he stood at the opposite end of the pallet. She made no notice of him.

She folded her washed dried clothes, placed her dental pack with her toiletries back into her bag.

"Chris will take my place here. I'm going to be in Yosemite's tent." Not meeting his gaze, she picked up her bag, the strap onto her shoulder.

"Take one more step and see what happens."

She looked up and saw him petting snake.

His jaw taut. The tension thickened between them bracing the fact nothing was innocent anymore.

He has touched her in places no one has. Those hands meant to receive and take. It surged of life in her.

But with life comes caution. It prevents. It makes up dreams only to crash it with reality. It was hopeless hope.

The laconic manner in which his two forefingers swabbed over the head of the reptile was as if he was touching a cat. Giving it a nice little paddle of love and affection.

It seemed the snake could almost purr at his master's touch.

"What are you going to do? Tie me up? And speaking of which, you will not do that to me henceforth. You can tie up your other concubine but not me!"

Calm and cool like, his hands gracefully petted. "I don't tie up other women."

The question fell from her lips before she could even stop them. "Why?"

The snake forked his tongue out and those beady eyes moved to her, fangs snapping up and down.

"I never needed to. Women come to me, readily." He drawled as he lied back on the pallet.

His legs sprawled out and snake slithered down his shoulder like a dark long licorice provocative rope.

Momentarily going stiff, she closed off her lungs from making a sound as the brown and black scales dragged against the skinned ground right by her toes and it barricaded the door with its head rising up.

"Sit." His hand circled the space next to him.

The shiver of awareness of his hands and the soft bed rippled through her. She remembered how her skin felt against those rough palms.

"No." At the same time, snake hissed a warning. His tail moved rapidly like a rattle. Just a whisper of its tone.

"I suggest you come quick. Snake is either threatened or very aroused."

With a leap, she made her way on top of the soft mattress next to him.

"Take off your bag." When she resisted, the snake bared it's sharp long grooves fangs.

A thud sounded, her backpack dropped on its side.

Yisrael kept a close eye on River whose attention lay on snake, just in case he would attack.

Edging closer to her, he whispered into her ear. "I think you should worry about the person next to you than the snake."

Despite his lax posture, his muscles were still tensed. He was raging a hard massive erection, she hadn't given him a chance to let her climax than even meet his own.

The frustration was eating him.

"I'm not scared of you, Yisrael." She spoke firmly as she watched his pet.

He saw how she still refused to part her eyes from snake and he felt a feverish envy over his own damn pet. This girl has twisted me so inside.

His hand curled over her shoulder, pulling her back against his chest.

"You should be. I keep taking and taking and nothing will stop me."

His breath fanned over her ears, the smell of fresh water and forest making her feel so dizzy with passion.

It warmed her neck like the sun bathing the pine trees with its first light. She shook the seductive thrill away.

"You can't take me despite how many times you try, you will fail. You will not win me over."

She jerked her back away from him.

He moved back onto the feather bolsters behind and crooked his finger to his pet, making him slither close enough to the pallet that had her rearing up back onto his lap.

Her ass moulded against his shaft, her back pressed against his wall front. His arm came around, prisoning her to him.

"You haven't been entirely truthful with me, have you?"

She stiffened but then the tension of her back began to melt away. "You aren't honest with me either."

His brow arched at her new found bravery. Intrigued by her, he allowed her dodge and indulged in her new scheme. "How so?"

"You may pretend to want gentle and docile women at your beck and call but I bet that you never felt the ripening hunger of win with any of them."

"Care to elaborate this weak excuse of a theory."

Snuggling her ass more against him, his groan was a halfway almost yielding. Almost there.

Sounding smug, she replied. "You say you never tied a woman, you say women come to you, where is the fun in that? The thrill you seek is to always win, right? I have seen the way you hunt. Your shaft thickens when you can't catch your prey. You will do anything in your power to gain it. You want your prize badly."

"Well, who doesn't enjoy a nice reward at the end of the game?" His smoky voice was like the devil. His other hand lazily running up and down her inner thigh.

It went up so close to her apex then back down to her knee. Had her shorts not been there, she would have shoved his hand right onto her pussy.

With her own voice going almost drunken, she speaks. "It's not always the end prize that matters. Sometimes it's the chase that keeps the churn swirling."

"How far has that helped you? Are you telling me your excitement grows when I leave you hanging before you can reach your climax? The building pressure that starts from your abdomen right into the pulsations of your pink pussy. You like that or do you use that to run away from the prize?"

To prove his point, his finger snakes inside her shorts and give blunt stroke on her clothed pussy.

She tried not to jerk at his touch and swatted his hand away. "Why would anyone run away from a prize?"

"I didn't say anyone. I said you." Compiling, he returned to lax way of toying with her shorts hem.

"My reasons are my own. Just like your silly little fetish with me." She spoke in a withering tone.

"I do not have a fetish, woman." He pushes her thigh apart, making it a point to expose her vulnerably.

He didn't touch her but kept a strong hold on her knee so that the air around them becomes murky with desire.

She was left so open that anyone could just enter as see her how exhibiting she was.

He bit her earlobe, "Is it a fetish to have your spread open to me always?"

Her arousal seemed to hit even the snake because his tail moved rapidly.

"Is it a fetish to keep you accessible to my hands, my mouth...my cock?"

She bit her lip from moaning.

"I am a red blooded animal and I will have all of you a symphony of flesh waiting to be pet. So I do not have a fetish."

Trying to gain some control, she gasped. "Oh you do. You use different means to just trap me to you. You keep me tied up because you have a kink. It just shows how you have no reliability on your own control."

"I will use whatever I have at my disposal to attain my reward."

Her breaths grew short at his daunting timber but she refused to budge.

"Which shows you can't resist but to-"

She couldn't complete her sentence when he turned her around. Tugging her up, so her pussy was pressed upon his shaft as she straddled him.

Her hands went to clutch those delicious beefy mountains on his arms.

His virile eyes took in her face.

"You goad me into trapping you. You won't come willingly to me and you offer no other means. Give me a reason to make you want me freely. I'll stop tying you up."

She fingered his muscles and moved to trace the gold band. Gold inscribed with some writing of an old language. "What does that mean?"

"My name."

Her breasts were pushed up against him, she could feel every part of his body squishing the ever final proximity between them. The way he held her to him was curvy screams of acquisitiveness.

"You are very proud of yourself, aren't you?"

She gazed at his face. So rough and enchanting at the same time. His laugh lines showed the joy he once experienced, the rugged pinch of his eyes discussed the hard toil he worked every day.

Somehow he managed to keep the lightest stubble and she remembered them tingling her inner thighs. She wanted more of it, internally.

With the back of her fingers, she skimmed it across his jarred cheeks.

His eyes closed at the sensations. "Always."

The silken texture of her hands made him lose his mind. Her fingers turned and brushed them back and forth across his vicious lips.

They were plump with broken lines that promised a kiss that will wake the afterlife. The color was like melted caramel diffused with hints of cocoa. The finest cinnamon colour would grown ashamed at the resounding texture and tint of his lips.

Fuller at the bottom with plump curve on top, the man's lips were god created.

He needs to be kissed. Asking for it silently, she slants her head but he flashed his eyes open before she could close the mercy distance, almost knowing what she was about to do.

She wouldn't have stopped when he grated out.

"No kiss."

Melting already for this man, she tried not to whine now when she wanted to give in. "Why?"

"I only kiss the one I choose."

"Yet you have kissed the other parts of my body what's wrong with this?"

"A kiss for me is as important as choosing a wife for myself."

"But a kiss is just a kiss. Nothing more."

He shook his head, the black tendrils swayed and he spoke with conviction. "To me it's everything."

With a snap of his fingers, his reptile slithered back in his basket. Not before giving a look of exemplar at River.

He plopped her to the side and got up. His hands threaded through his hair as he walked to the entrance. "You will remain here till I come back."

Not waiting for her response, he left.

River cocked her head and for the first time, she wondered what secrets is the mighty Yisrael might be hiding.