“The two most basic instincts of humanity: sex and feeding.”

The veteran took a deep breath, his eyes fixed on his sword. “Okay, Lord Crixus. But... I promise I’ll do my best.”

“Another day of flying on the Blue Marlin” At least in the heights the heat became bearable and there was peace from the ever-present blood-sucking insects of this green hell. Below stretched the landscape, beautiful and at the same time terrifying, of the immense green carpet of this region of the continent of Xok’al. Full of resources, wild and violent people, but what would be expected of a backward race like the dark elves. Ahhh, the women were a special case, so much flesh on display, and skin as black as the darkest night, bodies full of promise and easy ecstasy. Flying low, the captain of the Blue Marlin, Brewal, signaled that we could see something on the ground, another of those small villages lost in the green hell. Antinua points ahead, slows down to ignore detours and we continue to our destination.

Brewal, after a few hours of traveling, we arrive at our destination, the Blue Marlin, begins the descent on the river near a small beach of white sand, a few seconds after the hull touches the waters of the river with a wet thud.

Two hours later, all the preparations for the expedition are unloaded.

The beach is good, many branches and pieces of wood nearby and cover of trees nearby, and close to the village, making it easy to start the expedition.

They look and see him pointing to the river. A sight that he sees gives him a surge of joy. Going up the river a log canoe with natives approaches.

With the help of the native dark elves of the Aparaik'ka tribe, who were introduced by the guide, in 3 canoes, they are taken to the nearby village. There they are introduced to Estro Aocapotu'ka and his beautiful daughter Macarra'ka. Messengers were sent to the temporary camp to report that they had been well received by the natives and to communicate that the expedition should change location and come closer to the village.

After receiving a warm welcome from the Aparaik'ka tribe, water and food, and gifts, a conversation began with Estro and the village elders. Two things became clear as time went by: the Aparai were happy to help and that the chief's daughter was watching Filiz with narrow, covetous eyes. That night, a welcome party was arranged for the Germans as soon as their group arrived, which would probably be in two or three days.

The days passed lazily, Antinua tried to learn as much as possible about the region by talking to the tribe's elders, through the tribe's oral traditions. But Filiz only had eyes for Macarra'ka, she was a goddess walking the earth, her skin the color of black opal and her hair silver, long and straight down to her waist. By Mione, and the balance of her breasts that fit in the palm of his hand, her sex covered by a tiny strip of fabric and her entire ass exposed, she was certainly one of the daughters of Rhualdir, God of Beauty. No one but him seemed to mind such a broad display of sexuality. By Aher, these savages might be inferior in everything, but their women were worthy of being taken. Of course, he would never think of introducing her to his social circle, but he would certainly add her to his bed maids. Who knows, for a good price, he could take her?

While he was musing about these things, he lost focus of the events around him, until some feminine laughter called him back to earth. Macarra'ka was walking with a nap on her head next to other young people and they laughed and looked at him shamelessly.

That made him a little irritated, this added to the heat, the insects and the headache and body ache made him decide to take a bath. A shallow stream runs near the village, its calm waters inviting in the heat of the jungle. He entered the water wearing only his underwear and took a dip. He swam a little and returned to the bank where he knelt on the riverbed, with only his head sticking out. The cold water made him feel better. The sun reflecting off the river water made him close his eyes and he almost fell asleep. Until he felt someone in the water near him. It was Macarra'ka, she was carrying a kind of plant in her hands and stood in front of him with water up to her waist. She pointed to her head and the plant and spoke words in her barbaric and exotic language, "May I wash your head, Mr. Filiz. Is it possible for you to wash your head?" He discovered with his head. She really does sell her fault, she crushed the plant with her small hands and then wet it, she did this she squeezed this water on her head.

At that moment he smelled a pungent smell of forest, but sweeter. She repeated the process once more, threw the plant away and

She began to rub her head. It seemed like the plant was some kind of natural soap, it was the last rational thing I could think of before she bent down and placed her breasts just inches from his face. He felt an explosive erection. She threw water on his head and then knelt in the same position as him. Filiz had never felt so lost. His desire was to jump on her and possess her in the wildest way his dreams allowed, but at the same time he looked beyond her back and saw the entire village going about their daily lives. He was not a savage, nor a young man with a woman for the first time! But praise be to Oxlene, finding such a raw jewel, lost in the middle of the jungles of Xok'al. He had never felt this, he never thought that Xoxa, the God of Love, would hit him with her staff, because his desire certainly turned to baby food when this woman was near. At that moment, he almost jumped out of the water. The wild woman had grabbed his penis with both hands. When he almost stood up by reflex, she grabbed him by the balls. Never in his life had he felt so controlled, and the strangest thing was that he was loving it. No woman had ever been so aggressive, possessive and direct. Since they arrived, he had never seen her looking at any other man, only at him. No, she had to be more than his slave. She had to be his concubine. Yes, it was decided: he had to be mine! With a smile that would make Xoxa blush, she began to move his penis. The stress and fear that he didn't even know he felt disappeared under the touch of this woman. The unusual situation and a million other things that he couldn't even identify later made him reach his climax in mere minutes. She looked down, then looked up and laughed. After that, she stood up. When she reached the beach, she looked back and smiled at him. This wild woman had to be his no matter what, no matter the cost.

In the background, a young Aparaik'ka, inside a canoe and fishing with a bow and arrow, watched the scene with a murderous look.

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The bonfire crackled merrily, casting dancing shadows over the painted faces of the Aparaik'ka. The aroma of meat and fish roasted in herbs mixed with the scent of incense, creating a magical and inviting atmosphere. Brewal, with his imposing posture, watched the party with a satisfied smile. The Blue Marlin, anchored on the beach, looked like a sleeping monster under the moonlight.

Antinua, in his shining armor, chatted animatedly with Estro, Aocapotu'ka. The spiritual leader of the tribe, with his piercing eyes and enigmatic smile, seemed fascinated by the paladin.

"The strength of your soul is remarkable, Antinua," Estro said to Aocapotu'ka, his deep voice echoing in the night. "You carry with you the light of justice."

"I thank you, Estro, Aocapotu'ka," replied Antinua, bowing his head in respect. "But true strength lies in the union of the Gods of Light and their followers."

Meanwhile, Filiz, the Archmage, watched Macarra'ka, the young Aparaik'ka, from afar. His eyes shone with a mixture of admiration and desire. Macarra'ka, with her agile body and silver hair with the 8th Moon, Durnar, seemed hypnotized by the wizard.

"Filiz, you're looking at me as if I were a drowning man," Macarra'ka said, with a mischievous smile.

"It's not quite like that, Macarra'ka," Filiz replied, blushing slightly. "It's just... you're simply charming." What was happening to him, this woman was driving him crazy. On the boat he had cast several spells to see if he was under some enchantment, his magical defense items were inert, but even so, he looked like a child at the fair when she was near him.

Without waiting for an answer, Filiz reached out and pulled Macarra'ka away from the party. They got lost among the trees, her laughter and his heavy breathing mingling with the sound of the music and the voices of the tribe.

"Where do you think you're going?" Macarra'ka asked, as Filiz led her through the bushes.

"To a place where no one will find us," Filiz replied, with a sparkle in her eyes. "To a place where it can be just the two of us."

Macarra'ka, feeling her heart pounding in her chest, could not resist the magician's fascination. Something in her told her that he was hers. She had never felt this before. Desire, yes, adult games, yes, but this madness was the first time. In her 60 years of life, it was the first time that the madness of the Goddess Uixtocihuatl had been felt in her body. She let herself be carried away by him, and together they lost themselves in the darkness of the forest, promising a night of love and passion.

A little behind, red eyes of hatred followed in silence.

The full moons, with their various colors, created a magical atmosphere in the forest, peeking through the leaves of the centuries-old red fig tree, casting a ghostly glow over the scenery. Filiz, the Archmage, and Macarra'ka, Estro's daughter, were wrapped in a passionate embrace, their clothes disheveled, their skin damp with sweat and desire.

"Filiz...", Macarra'ka whispered, her voice hoarse with pleasure, "you are like a spell, you hypnotize me, I no longer have control over my body."

"And you, Macarra'ka," Filiz replied, his fingers digging into the curve of her ass, "are the magic that makes me want to live forever, you have to be mine! Say yes."

"Only if you say you are my man and swear to always obey me!" She said it with such ardor and desire that it was like lightning striking Filiz's soul.

He didn't think for a second, "I swear." He said with a growl, his mouth on the curve of her neck, one hand on her ass and one in her hair, holding her tight, so she wouldn't run away.

She responded with a half-purring moan. "Yes!"

A burning kiss, full of desire and promise, sealed the lives of the two. The night pulsed with the energy of passion, the forest fell silent in respect for that union.

Suddenly, a scream tore through the silence. "Filiz! Macarra'ka!"

Hagas, the jealous warrior, one of Macarra'ka's former lovers, emerged from the shadows, his face contorted with rage. "I knew it! I knew you were together!"

Macarra'ka backed away from Filiz, terrified. "Hagas, no! No, what are you doing, you madman!"

Filiz stood up, her right hand glowing with a magical light. "Son of a bitch, you're going to die for this!" His figure wasn't the most intimidating with his pants down.

"Not before I kill you, you damned thing? After you steal the woman I love?" Hagas stepped forward, sword in hand. "You'll pay for this, you worm!" Macarra'ka stepped in front of Filiz, begging. "Hagas, please! Go away!"

"Shut up, Macarra'ka!" Hagas shouted. "You have no say in this matter!"

The air became dense, charged with tension. The moon seemed to observe the scene, impassive, as if it were witnessing a tragedy foretold.

Hagas, bow and arrow in hand, fires two arrows right at Macarra'ka's chest! He falls stiffly to the ground, already spitting blood.

Filiz cried, overcome with fury. "DIE, DAMN YOU!" 5 energy daggers shoot right at Hagas' chest.

Hagas roared in pain, dropped his bow and arrow, drew his wooden sword and went into personal combat. He knew that his best chance against wizards was this. The 2 sword blows opened deep cuts in the wizard's chest, who screamed in pain.

Filiz, "The barbarian is good.", he activated his permanent spell, invisibility. I have to finish this quickly, Macarra'ka will die if he keeps bleeding.

Hagas makes two more cuts in the air in front of him. But he doesn't hit anything. Damn wizard. He turns to Macarra'ka who is crawling on the forest floor, trying to escape. "Bitch, if you're not mine, you won't be anyone else's." He turns to her and raises his sword for the fatal blow.A bolt of lightning, as thin as a fluorescent green string, touches his back. And in the blink of an eye, it explodes into a cloud of green dust that spreads like the night breeze. Nothing is left, not a single hair.

Filiz reappears running, kneels next to Macarra'ka, takes a healing potion from his bottomless bag and makes her drink it. While the potion takes effect, he pulls the two arrows from his beloved's chest. In an instant epiphany, he realizes that this woman has become his opposite, that if she is ever taken from him, he will no longer have any meaning in living. For something like this to happen to the two of them, so fast, so certain, so strong. It's something divine, for sure. He says a prayer to the pantheon of Light and thanks for this gift.

Macarra'ka, my gift, my, blasphemous, Goddess.