Jungle Fever

The two finally reached the entrance of the hut, and Mac was practically panting, drool hanging off his mouth. “Damn... I feel kinda funny,” he slurred, wobbling on his feet. Zecora did her best to guide the man across the length of her hut to her bed.`

“I think, Mac, it would be best, if you were to lie down and rest,” the woman said, helping him down onto her bed. Not like he needed much guidance, since he flopped on her bed instantly, too weak to stand up. With the indifference of a nurse, she took off her robe and laid it on his chest. “I’m sorry if I seem bold,” she explained, turning quickly toward the cauldron. “I simply want you not to be cold.”

“No problem. I’m just worried ‘bout gettin blood on yer sheets and cloak,” he muttered, chuckling weakly as he rested his head down on one of her pillows. Looking over at her, his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

Zecora was knelt down, tending to the wood underneath the cauldron. What drew Mac’s attention, however, was what she wore. Her shapely backside was only hidden by an off-grey loincloth. The cloth seemed to tease him--all it would take is the smallest wrong adjustment or a stiff breeze, and she’d be exposed to the world. She leaned forward, the action showcasing even more of her supple inner thigh. Mac gave a small groan at the sight; Zecora quickly rose and faced him.

“I’ve got the fire alight. Simply hold on—you’ll be alright,” she said, putting her hands to her hips. Mac looked up over her bare, toned stomach and at at her impressive, prominent breasts hidden only by a thin cloth bra. They jiggled slightly with every minute adjustment she made to her stance, the ample cleavage moving like slow dancers at a ball. His longing briefly paused on seeing the darkening bruise just below her collarbone.

“‘Cora, yer hurt,” he pointed out, more drool leaking from his mouth. His thoughts grew muffled for a moment, his sight fuzzing slightly at the edges. “And, um, really beautiful.” If he had the strength to facepalm, he would have, regretting uttering that last statement. It seemed that his mind was wandering to places it shouldn’t have again. With his inhibitions at an all time low because of the effects of the poison, things weren’t looking up for him.

“Mac, for now I shall be curt; I need to keep working through my hurt,” she stated, turning and running a finger over the vials and vials of crushed plants she kept on hand. She grabbed three and threw a pinch of each in the cauldron filled with water. Afterwhich, she returned to Mac’s side, pulling up a chair and sitting next to him. She briefly pursed her lips, trying to decide what was the best way to put what she was thinking out into the open.

“As for what you said... I understand it’s just where your mind led. The poison is quite a blight, it makes your words not come out right.” Zecora gave a wistful, longing smile towards Mac, seemingly lost in thought. She quietly continued, her tone far more distant and reserved than normal. “Despite our differences, and the color of our skin, I find your family close, like kin.”

Mac instantly shook his head. “B-but I do mean it. Even before I got all knocked up in the head ‘cause of the poison,” he assured her, only hesitating a moment before reaching out to rest a hand on her bare leg. “I just, um...” His vision swam as he stared at her luscious bare thigh, hormones and poison hitting his normally reserved mind with a double whammy. “Never had the guts to tell ya is all.”

She gave his words consideration and bit at her full lip. “Mac...” She took a breath and gazed directly into his eyes, the casual attitude she had been wearing since earlier today all but gone. The medicine woman was actually looking a bit scared as she regarded him. “You’re the bravest man I know. If... if what you say is true, tell me, what made your heart grow?”

Mac shook his head once more, avoiding eye contact as he relapsed in the poison’s effects. He was unsure of what exactly to say through the poison’s haze, but he tried nonetheless. “I dunno. I mean, I always thought ya were pretty enough, but it was when I spent time with ya that these feelings came ta me. Yer always helping my family out, an yer never too busy fer a nice chat... I ain’t m-much of a talker, but it’s nice bein’ able ta jus’ listen ta ya, especially when yer tellin’ stories. I just... I just never felt this way fer no one before. So–-sorry if I annoyed ya or anythin’ by visitin’ so often.”

There was a silence that briefly touched the room before Zecora smiled, giving a sniff at the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes. “A hermit’s life is spent far too often alone. Mac–-I love having you in my home.”

“That’s good to hear,” he admitted, looking back up to her turquoise eyes and smiling fondly. “Me too. Just spendin’ time with ya is the best time spent in the world to me. I can just forget all my troubles on the farm or with my family and just be at peace with you.”

She reached over and took his freckled hand in her own. “I’m sorry if it sounds sappy...” Her voice cracked as a few bitter tears fell from her eyes at his humble confession and her own long-kept feelings. “Mac, you make me happy.”

“Ah shucks, I ain’t nuthin’ special,” he chuckled, blushing harder when she held his hand. Or that could just be the poison’s effects, but he guessed it was something to do with the gorgeous woman in his presence. “And don’t cry none, ‘Cora. Yer the amazin’ one, not me.”

The woman gave a disagreeing shake of her head, but remained silent. She wiped at her eyes with a thumb and rose, checking the concoction and dabbing out a small bowlful of the broth. She added a small pinch of another herb to the bowl and began grinding it with a motor. It quickly became thick, like a gummy porridge.

Mac winced slightly, a ragged cough escaping his lips as a harsh wave of heat shook his body to the core. Even more sweat poured from his brow, his vision weakening slightly as the poison kicked in twice as hard. Drool leaked from his mouth as he muttered, “‘Cora... I th–-think the poison is gettin’... gettin’ worse now.”

She was by his side in a heartbeat. Without even a slight pause she threw her robe off of him and rolled the tall man onto his back, turning his head to face her. “Do not be alarmed. I swear I won’t let you be harmed.” The woman quickly began to dab the concoction on his wounds, smearing it liberally over every single cut he earned. Once that was done, Zecora entwined her ebony fingers with his. “Just lay in rest for a few minutes more. I’m sorry this is such a chore.”

Mac groaned at the icy touch of the potion on his back, but soon sighed in relief as its healing effects went into action right away. As the potion took effect, already he could feel the hot pain coursing from the cuts lessen and dull. The fever was vanishing. He squeezed Zecora’s hand lightly, looking over at her with a certain softness in his eyes that wasn’t too often seen. “Thank you, ‘Cora. Guess this won’t be the first or last time ya saved my hide, eh?”

“I’d hate to have to burst your bubble, but it seems like you Apples are always in trouble.” She laughed, her eyes nothing but squinted slits thanks to the joyful, child-like smile that crossed her face.

“Yeah, and looks like I went through one of my last good shirts too,” he laughed, noticing how his flannel shirt only hung to him in shredded pieces. “Jack’s gonna kill me fer sure once she gets a look at me.”

“I suppose that’s just how it goes.” Zecora shrugged. After a beat, she added, “Tell me, is she still tailoring your clothes?”

“Eeyup,” Mac answered, feeling more of his strength draw back into himself. “She knows her way ‘round a needle, though she don’t like to admit it. Heck, even I know how to sew and I don’t mind tellin’ others, but that girl always tries to up-one me in the bein’ manly department.”

“As often as Jack acts like a man, I have no doubt she’ll find a wife’s hand,” Zecora joked.

“As long as that hand gets her off my back, I’ll be fine with it,” Mac grumbled, but a sincere smile still stayed on his lips. “What ‘bout you, ‘Cora? Got any family back home?”

She seemed briefly perturbed at his question. With a long, drawn out pause, she spoke again. “At one point I had my kin.” She frowned, briefly squeezing Mac’s hand tighter. “I will not see them again. Where I’m from is not like these peaceful lands. I... I lost them all to the desert sands.”

“Oh... well, I’m real sorry ‘bout that,” he said, mentally chiding himself for screwing up by reopening bad memories. “Just know yer always welcome in the Apple family, okay ‘Cora?”

“I-I know.” She gave a weak smile, trying to brighten the conversation again. “I hope you reap one day what your kindness has sown.”

Mac nodded in agreement, his eyes closing as he hummed at the nice, relaxing coolness of Zecora’s potion healing his back. At this point he barely felt any pain anymore, and the last traces of the poison’s vile influence were leaving his mind. All in all, he felt completely renewed. And he had this wonderful medicine woman to thank for that.

It was also at this point that Mac noticed they were still holding hands, his larger fair-skinned palms swallowing her smaller dark hands whole as their fingers intertwined. Gulping nervously, he bit his top lip and asked, “So, um, is the poison all cleared from my system now?”

She nodded once. “You should be fine. There should be nothing else in you that’s malign.”

His palms were sweaty, along with the rest of him at this point. Once again he couldn’t help but notice the sparse clothing showing off her feminine features; all curves and toned muscles from years of work and travel. It was physically impossible for him not to stare at. His hormones were out with a vengeance and were trying to bind and gag his logical reasoning and restraint. With all the willpower he could, he ignored her beauty and continued the conversation. “Well thanks fer that. Good thing ya were there, ‘cause I’d be six feet under right now without ya.”

“And who gave me time to pick up my knife? Macintosh... you saved my life.” Zecora gathered her courage, leaning down to give a small, affectionate kiss on his forehead. She gave a playful smile on seeing his expression.

Mac was sure that if it was possible for a face to catch on fire, his would at that very moment, the faint touch of Zecora’s full, beautiful lips on forehead causing it to light into flames, burning with the same force of a fever. His forehead wasn’t the only thing getting hot around here. He counted himself lucky he was on his stomach, so his slowly growing shame was hidden. Drawing back his hand from her own, he coughed awkwardly and said, “Well, it’s been great seein’ ya and everythin’, even with the manticore attack, but I really should be headin’ to the farm before my sis blows a gasket wonderin’ where I am.” He knew it was a lie and suspected Jack would be just fine with him staying all day there with Zecora, judging by their previous conversation, but he knew he had to hightail it before he could embarrass himself further.

Zecora gave a stern shake of her head. “No, Macintosh, stay you will. Around your body with bandages, I have to still. The cuts and wounds around your back, are prone to an infectionous attack.”

“N-no, really, it’s no bother. Jack can just patch me up, honest,” he assured her, his jeans tightening around his groin in an extremely uncomfortable way, just begging to be pulled off.

“Sit,” Zecora instructed, her voice hard and terse. The woman turned, heading across the room. She squatted down, reaching under a small counter and pulled out a row of bandages before returning and gesturing up with her hand. “Move, just a bit.”

Mac obliged, scooting over to make room for her on the bed. Wincing slightly as he removed the last remnants of his ruined shirt, he said, “Really, I’d hate to bother ya anymore than I already have. Ya don’t have to take care of me like this.”

“You should know why I do what I do,” she replied as she reached around him and wrapped his back. Quietly, she added, “It’s because I want to.”

“But why help a numbskull like me?” he asked, blushing deeper when he felt her strong yet careful hands wrap around his muscular back and abs. “I’ve been nuthin’ but trouble fer ya.”

She gave a small laugh, leaning in a hair closer. Mac could feel her breath on his ear, just barely. “Trouble can be a little fun, as long as there’s no harm done.” Her expression soured as she continued wrapping him for a moment in obvious deep thought. After a beat, she continued. “You remind me of a man from my former life. I... was supposed to grow and become his wife. When the desert claimed my family name, I-I left him, very much the same.” Zecora gave a small shake of her head, the memory briefly taking her mind away from Mac. With a hesitant touch, she moved his head to face hers.

Blushing furiously at her gentle touch, he stared deep into her turquoise eyes, transfixed by their stunning beauty. In them he saw her strength and determination to live through each day, her pride in her culture and people, and the pain of her past and the deep loneliness she felt each day. He reached out hesitantly with a hand and wiped away a tear that fell down her cheek, his calloused fingers brushing against her soft skin. “Zecora, I’m sorry if I brought up bad feelings fer ya. I only want ya to be happy. Guess that’s why I come by so often, so ya won’t feel so lonesome no more. Just–- just know I never meant to hurt ya.”

She smiled through her tears, sucking in a shaky breath. “Mac,” she choked out. “I want to be with you. Do–-do you feel the same way too?”

Mac answered her question the only way he could think of. He never was a man of words, and if it wasn’t for the poison from before loosening his tongue he probably would’ve never admitted how he felt. But if there was one thing he was, that was a man of action. He leaned in close and locked his lips with her own, the flustered heat coming from his face and threatening to set them both on fire.

Zecora followed his lead, grabbing the back of Mac’s short-cropped hair and pulling him tight against her lips. She wrapped her arms around him, being careful of his bandaged wounds, and embraced him.

Mac’s own hands brushed through her hair, against the close shaved parts of her sides and her long mohawk that hung down to her shoulders. Soon his tongue pressed against the lips of her mouth, where she eagerly greeted it by pressing her tongue against his. Their tongues wrestled and danced in their mouths, lost in the passion of their embrace as their kissing became more wild and ecstatic.

She broke away for the briefest of moments, reaching behind her back. Without taking her eyes off Mac, she undid her bra, letting her curvaceous breasts spill out into the open air, each pure black nipple as hard as a diamond.

Mac gulped and said, “W-wait, ‘Cora, ya sure ‘bout this?”

Zecora gave him a serious, measured gaze. “We can stop now, with simply a kiss. Or are you ready, Macintosh–-ready for this?”

“Holy... yer takin’ this fast,” Mac muttered, but his eyes were no longer gazing at her face. Instead, they were dead center on her wonderfully voluptuous breasts, each one seizing his attention. Without even thinking he grabbed Zecora’s left breast, squeezing it gently with his thumb and fingers while his index finger pressed softly on her erect nipple, tweaking it back and forth.

Zecora let out a small, weak moan, biting her finger to keep herself muted. She ran her other hand up and down Mac’s rock-hard chest, briefly awash in pleasure at his attention.

“Your hands are deft, this is a fact. You are quite skilled at this act,” she freely admitted, putting her hands on top of Mac’s as he continued.

“Well, um, I haven’t had much practice, so I might be kinda rusty,” he admitted, now using both hands to fondle her impressive rack, squeezing and pushing them together every now and then. “Wow, this is just... you’re amazin’.”

“For not much practice, you’re doing just fine.” She briefly glanced his way, her eyes almost predatory as she gazed through him. “Tell the truth: Am I your first time?”

Well, what was he supposed to tell her? That he was always too shy to talk to other women? That he was too busy with the farm and his family to garner a romantic life? That he was too scared to disappoint someone with how he was just a typical farmer? He may act stoic and calm at most times, but inside he was still troubled by thoughts everyone had. One of those being that he never had the guts to admit he never bedded with a woman, if only because he was always too nervous to try. But with Zecora, he felt different.

Looking away from her, he said, “Y-yes. Yer my first. It’s just... I never found a woman quite like ya, or one I can admit my feelings to. So yeah, this is my first time. I know how embarrassin’ that is and I’m sorry.”

“Sorry?” she repeated, smiling sweetly. Kindly. Tenderly. “I have you at your prime.” She knelt down in front of him, undoing his belt and unbuttoning his jeans. “And for you, I have a gift, sublime.”

“Wh-what are ya doin’?” he asked, too scared to push her away as she slowly slid off his jeans. There was only the thin fabric of his boxers hiding his bulging shame, growing even larger at her irresistible touch.

Zecora gave a playful smirk at his reaction. “Don’t worry, Mac, it’ll be alright...” she tugged his boxers down, exposing his proud member to the open air. “I’m simply going to suck poison out of your bite.”

“Um, ‘Cora, I didn’t get stung on my cock,” he reminded her, biting his top lip as he felt the cool air of the hut on his very hot and throbbing shaft.

She gave him an incredulous look, raising a brow. “Come on now, there’s nothing wrong. Humor me and play along.” Without waiting for a response, she dove her mouth onto his shaft, burying it deep into the back of her throat.

“O-oh god,” Mac gasped, grabbing onto the sheets of her bed in his strong grip as he felt the moist warmth of her mouth wrap around his cock. He moaned in sublime bliss as her tongue wrapped around his shaft like a snake, squeezing and licking every inch of his member. “This is fuckin’... amazin’.”

After a few moments, she briefly paused from her work, pulling out his spit-soaked member to speak once more. She stroked his manhood with her hand as she continued in a breathy, sultry tone. “Believe me when I say, my pet, that you simply ‘ain’t’ seen nothing as of yet.” She rose, giving him another peck on the cheek as she ran a hand seductively down her body. She reached the barely-there loincloth and undid the knot, letting it drop to her side and showcasing her already glistening maidenhood. Zecora returned to Mac, kissing him once more, deeply. “I need to be full, I cannot wait. Please Mac, let us mate.”

“Wh-whoa, like, right now?” His dick didn’t seem to have the same misgivings he had, since it was throbbing in eagerness to fill her insides. “I, um, dunno, ‘Cora. This is my first time and all. I–-I just don’t wanna disappoint ya...”

Zecora’s lustful disposition briefly disappeared as she gave a gentle caress to Mac’s face, cupping it with both her hands. For that moment, despite their difference in size, she was the stronger of the two. “Macintosh, listen, hear my plea. It’d be impossible to dissapoint me. You’ve always been a good man.” She brought his hands to her rapidly beating heart, still refusing to break her gaze from his. “If anyone can make me happy, you can.” The woman gave him a lopsided smile.

“But Zecora, I’m just a regular ol’ farmer and yer this beautiful goddess that I have no hopes of pleasing.” Mac closed his eyes, knowing he was unworthy to look upon her naked body. “Ya deserve better than me...”

She smiled. “I care for you. That is worth far more than a simple screw. Even if we fail this time, trying again is no crime.”

Mac breathed in and out, opening his eyes. The first thing he noticed was that her glistening maidenhood was dripping on his shaft, further prompting it to harden and want more. Sliding his hands along her luscious sides, he stared up into her eyes and said, “Okay. I’ll do it with ya. Just–-sorry if I make a mistake, okay?”

“Any mistake you happen to make, will be something that I can take.” She winked, dropping onto him. Zecora bit her lip, greedily swallowing him whole with her nethers.

Mac’s hands slid down her sides again as he caressed her breasts, pinching at her hard nipples as she went to town on his manhood with her ever seductive lower lips. He groaned slightly as his large cock slid inside her tight yet eager passage, her weight pushing her down until she reached the base of his manhood. Gulping as he entered the blissful state of filling up a woman for the first time, he muttered, “W-wow, this is better than I ever dreamed...”

Zecora panted, stretching forward to kiss him once more as she gently rose up and down his shaft. “You, Macintosh, are quite a catch. Never have I felt such a filled snatch!” she said with a grunt and a laugh.

Mac would’ve burst out laughing at what she just said, but instead his brain was dulled out by waves of pleasure traveling from his dick along his spine to crash like a tsunami in his brain. He was joining her in her panting as his well muscled chest rose and fell, his hands squeezing her voluptuous boobs tighter as she quickened her pace on his shaft. He leaned in closer and planted small, seductive kisses on her cheek, rising up to her ear as he nibbled on it softly. “And I have never felt the insides of such a beautiful woman before,” he whispered to her, his new lust driven state of being granting him newfound confidence.

“Macintosh, I cannot lie. Right now, as we are–-” She gave another tender smile, wincing slightly as she increased her tempo onto him. “You make me feel alive.”

The strong man grabbed her sides, sliding slowly all the way down her curves to her ass, which was currently pounding his cock into submission. Squeezing the painted glyphs upon her rump with a powerful grip, he helped her along by picking her up and slamming her down, thrusting beneath her. His movements quickened as an almost animalistic tension built inside him. In between thrusts he asked, “This feel good fer ya, ‘Cora?”

She ran a hand over his chest. “Every thrust is fantastic bliss. I’d let you know if something was amiss.”

Seeing how he hasn’t screwed up so far, he went full throttle, lost in the passion of his thrusts into her body. With each movement, another spike of pleasure rippled through him, his flesh lost in the lust and ecstasy of filling her up, diving deeper and deeper into her as she moaned louder and louder. His tongue worked on her cute little ear, biting at her hooped earrings, all her jewelry clanking together with each of their passionate movements. Her breasts squeezed against his chest, both slick with sweat and sliding along him as he gripped her ass in a firmer hold. She let out a gasp with each impact, her pleasure turning her into a mewling feline with every movement inside her.

Both of the lovers’ bodies were covered in sweat, their groins and the bed slick with Zecora’s sexual fluids. Mac let out deep grunts and panted like a dog, as Zecora howled and moaned like a jungle cat, both reaching their limits.

“Your love inside me... I’m about to succumb. M-Macintosh, I’m going to c-come!” she announced, squinting her eyes shut and curling her toes at the wave of pleasure washing throughout her body.

“Shit, I’m there!” the man shouted, moving faster than before as he wanted to drive right over the edge of his orgasm in a blaze of glory. The tingling sensation in his dick grew into a raging inferno of lust as he pounded her harder and harder, enjoying her touch before he reached his max. Then, like a sauna opening to a cold winter night, relief hit him as he erupted inside Zecora.

Sticky white semen shot deep inside her, staining her vaginal walls as he continued to thrust just to empty every little bit inside her. Stopping now, exhausted beyond belief, Mac fell on his back with his arms spread wide, panting for each breath. It just felt like he picked fifty apple trees on the hottest day in summer, but with a much greater reward than he ever could’ve hoped. Zecora rested, laying her back on top of his chest and doing her best to catch her breath.

“And to think you believed you’d do bad. You were fantastic, and for that, I’m glad.” Zecora rolled over, staring straight into his eyes. Once more, she seemed to retreat into herself, absentmindedly drawing patterns onto his bare chest as she tried to put into words what she was thinking. She finally gave a serious nod, looking deep into Mac as she held back her emotions. “Now... am I your woman, are you my man? Tell me, Mac, what is the plan? Are we to break with no more days? Or will you be mine, never to stray?”

Mac reached for her hands and held them firmly in his grip, leaning closer to her so that their foreheads were touching. “Zecora, of course I’ll be yours. I’ve never felt this way ‘bout someone before. And yer just so fantastic and amazin’, it’s just impossible fer me to imagine bein’ with someone else.” He kissed the tip of her nose, a healthy rosy color tinging his freckled cheeks. “So ya can count on my stayin’, if ya don’t mind the bother.”

She grabbed his hands and held them tightly to her chest. “Then we face the world together, come hell or foul weather.”

Mac chuckled, agreeing with her with a nod of his head as he pressed his naked body closer to hers, enjoying every inch of her dark skin. “Yeah, guess that works too, ‘Cora. Though I’m all new to this relationship thing, so excuse me if I make more of an idiot outta myself than usual.”

“That may be true. Even then, I want to be with you.” Zecora smiled, maternally brushing a hand over his close-cut hair.

He leaned in closer and planted a small kiss on her beauteous lips, sweet and tender. A nice way to show his feelings for her, as he wrapped his muscular, strong arms around her and held her close as they cuddled. “I might not be the best boyfriend in the world, but I promise ta try my best,” he said, nuzzling her cheek. “At least I’ll try ta make up fer the fact I don’t deserve someone wonderful like you.”

“Then that makes the two of us.” She gave a lazy glance outside the lonesome window of the hut. “Let’s get you home, before your sisters have a fuss.”

“Oh shit, Jack’s gonna chew my hide when she sees me like this,” he muttered, wincing as he got up, sharp pains in his back causing him to grunt. At least the bandages were keeping him patched up, but it was still obvious he had been hurt badly. “Well... chew it worse than it already is.”