Bowlegged with a Small Waist

Bowlegged with a Small Waist

It was too hot on this planet and far too humid. Too much green, too much abundance of life, too much of everything...but at least the jungle was so thick here he didn’t need his goggles half the time. He had come here to hide out from mercs but for once in his life he was having second thoughts. Poopalah, though a funny sounding planet, was scarcely populated and full of more than enough cover and hiding spaces. It would even be considered a nice tropical vacation spot for tourists as long as they weren’t roughing it. Unfortunately, it was also full of mosquitoes the size of his fists and he had to fight off the occasional predator for his spot in the trees.

Today; however, he was sick and tired of eating fruit, unseasoned meat, and the occasional scavenged roots and grubs. He hated to admit it but he was even a little tired of the solitude and wanted some more…feminine company. This planet was so small and isolated it probably wouldn’t matter if anyone recognized him. There were just scattered villages and shanty towns in the jungle. No police, no military; they had no real protection from him. Climbing down silently from the high trees, he finished off a bit of meat and smirked to himself.

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Tomalu was the nearest hovel. He’d visited it a few times in the past to swipe a few supplies and the occasional bottle of homemade spirits. It was a crowded place from some ancient myth with very few present day luxuries. It was patriarchal society, the men were in charge and the women were mostly subservient. Their huts and houses were made from whatever scraps they could find. Some were made from the local plants and others from scrapped skiffs and ships that probably crashed long ago. The design of the place made it so the more affluent members of society were on the inside of the circle where the market was. Those that were less so lived closer to the edge of their little town. Pulling his goggles on he moved through the town with ease until he reached the bustling market place.

The first thing he noticed was that he was taller than the locals and roughly two to three shades lighter. They were all dressed in bright colorful clothing, probably made and dyed themselves. The women wore lots of flowers in their dark hair and most of the men had gauged their ears. They eyed him quietly but otherwise paid him no real attention, they were used to foreigners after all. A few called out to him about their wares and he purchased a few items. He was surprised and even a little tickled to find that even out here they took universal credits. He was expecting to barter or work out a trade or something. Once he gathered the few little luxuries he wanted he began to head out of the market place.

Through his goggles and his nose he tried to sniff out a woman who was interested in him. Usually it didn’t take him long to smell the pheromones off of one but all he could smell was their fear. Was he not attractive to them? It was insulting. He thought to himself that it was a bit disappointing that he would not be able to get some company tonight…but then as he turned a corner he saw her.

She was squatting down to pick up a little coral chain off the ground. He watched her lift up her red skirts and fasten the jewelry around her ankle. She stuck out a long leg and admired the way the white coral contrasted against her brown skin. He admired it too. She bent again to pick up a large jug nearby and tucked it tightly under her arm.

Her body was squishy, full, sultry. Her thick jet black hair tumbled down her back, just curly enough at the ends. She was wearing a sort of bikini top, leaving her midriff open for his silver eyes to feast upon. The juncture where her stomach ended and her hips began made a perfect “v” shape. Her hips swelled out to what had to be perfectly round chocolate globes under that skirt and long thick legs that seemed to go on forever. As he watched the sway of her gait as she headed down the dirt road, all he could think was that he’d never seen a woman with a waist so small.

He followed her to the edge of town and then into the forest. He hardly bothered making himself not overtly known since the woman didn’t turn around once to see if anyone followed her. He credited it to her being a small town girl. Eventually they came to a small pool of water where she hiked up her skirt and stepped in with her jug.
He could barely keep his eyes off her legs.

When she began singing, filling and emptying the jug several times, he took it as an indicator that she’d be staying awhile. He carefully hung up his parcel of luxuries on a nearby branch and watched her. In this heat he watched the sweat roll down her back as she pulled her veil of black hair over her shoulder. It was quite sensuous to watch. Normally he liked his women fit and lightly muscled but her type was new to him. It was not just her exotic looks, but just looking at her fed his most primal animal instincts. As she bent over and he watched her perfect breasts jiggle, he could only think that she was the kind of woman a man simply wanted to make babies with.

“Who are you?”

He’d been watching her so hard that his cover was blown. She balanced her full jug of water on her head as she rose gracefully out of the pool. Her face was naturally beautiful, a little on the plump side like most of her body but she was a tropical beauty no less. As she breathed her large breasts heaved against the little bit of fabric holding them in place. He had to have her.

Her brown eyes flickered at him again as if to show she had no fear. “You not know who you are?”

Her language had a heavy accent, she probably preferred to speak in her native tongue and couldn’t switch back and forth easily. She must be someone’s wife or daughter. She had to do something where she didn’t have to switch languages much if at all.

“They call me Richard B. Riddick.”

“Rychard Bee Ryddeek. What strange name.” She smiled at him

So there were places that had never heard of him. He’d have to remember that Tomalu on Poopalah was one of them.

She reached up to take the jug off her head and set it down gently on the ground. She continued to watch him carefully and he eyed her through his goggles.

“I no speak your language well but…why you follow me?”

“I saw something I liked and I wanted to make sure it stayed safe.”

She cocked an eyebrow.

“What mean ‘safe’?”

“What’s your name, beautiful?”

He was testing her tolerance. She blushed a little but did not look away.

“I am Alohilani. Now what mean ‘safe’?”

“No harm.” He took a step closer to her and surprisingly she didn’t move. In those two steps he fully caught her scent. She smelled like she’d bathed in hibiscus and jasmine her whole life. Beneath that his nose caught the pungent womanly smell, the smell of her essence. She probably didn’t know it yet but she was aroused by him.

He took a few steps closer, almost completely closing the gap between them. Most women would have flinched or run away from him by now but she stood perfectly still as if expecting something from him. It was like she already knew what he wanted with her from the beginning.

“That not reason why follow me.”

“Of course it is. I haven’t seen a beautiful woman in a long time. There’s lots of dangerous stuff in the jungle, wouldn’t want to see you get hurt.” He lied.

“That not true, only thing dangerous out here is you.”

She eyed him up and down and bit her brown-pink lips sexily, then she surprised him even more when she took a step closer to him so her breasts pressed right against his chest. He could feel her hard nipples and the jewelry they were pierced with through the thin black cotton of his wife beater. He could even smell her sweet honeyed breath. She was testing him, and it took every ounce of his control to not ravage her right then.

“I don’t think your husband would like you playing with fire.”

She smirked.

“No husband…no man in Alohilani life. No man care if you take bite of Alohilani…”

He kissed her hard then and she fought back with her own lips. They bit, licked and sucked the breath out of each other. He couldn’t get enough of her taste or her smell that grew stronger and stronger. He grabbed at her small waist and moved his hands around to palm her rear. They felt just as full and firm as they looked. He briefly felt her hands on his chest and then around his face as she pulled him in for a deeper kiss. She was just as frustrated and as hungry as he was.

They pulled apart for a minute and looked at each other. He noticed her lips had become more swollen and even her tongue was bruised a dark red color.

“No need be nice Ryddeek.” She reached behind her and let her bikini fall to the ground. “Do what must to me. Alohilani all yours for taking.”

She had magnificent firm breasts. He palmed them and felt their heaviness and their incredible softness. His fingers flicked at her pierced nipples and marveled at the contrast of their silver hardness and the velvet feel of her hardened nubs. She moaned and stroked his bald head enticingly, urging him to do more. He took one in his mouth, then the other, and then both before he let them slide out between his flat teeth.

When she began to make a move for her skirt he grabbed her hands to stop her.

“Turn around first.”

She did as she was told and let her long skirt fall to the forest ground. She looked over her shoulder at him and all he could do was smile. Her ass was perfect. The line where the two cocoa cheeks met accentuated their perfect plumpness. Even the thin sheen of sweat made them shine gloriously through his goggles. Not only were her hips wide enough to be dubbed “child bearing hips,” her legs stretched out in opposing arcs. The woman was quite bow legged, almost comically so, but it seemed to only add to her raw sex appeal. It proved to him that his suspicions were true. All this woman was good for was making babies, carrying babies, and having babies. She was the Eve of Poopalah.

“I am waiting Ryddeek.” Before she even finished her sentence his shirt was off and he was pulling at the belt of his pants. Stepping out of the pile of clothes he left on the ground he pressed his naked body up against her bare back. His hard erection squeezed itself between her buttocks and he growled as she wiggled her bottom against him to cause pleasurable friction. It only took seconds for him to lose control.

Taking her by her wrists he heaved them both to the ground. He could feel the blood pounding in his ears as his large hands spread her cheeks and was greeted by her rosebud asshole and the tiny wet opening of her shaved pussy. Growling, he buried his head between her cheeks and lapped thirstily at her juices. She tasted like a ripe fruit and sugar cane. Her nectar poured freely into his mouth and the smell of her fertile womb clouded his mind. He licked at her asshole, tonguing it and even enjoying the taste and the smell there. It was like sucking on a delicious watermelon or some ripe mango. Even here she reminded him that she was a rare tropical beauty. In the distance, he could vaguely hear her moans, her begging, but it didn’t take long before he heard her cry out loudly as her walls contracted around his probing tongue.

Pulling up, he licked the remaining juices off his lips then pushed her fat cheeks apart once more. He positioned himself just enough and aimed the head of his cock at her opening. Her pussy felt like wet silk sheets and she was tight from the beginning until the very end. She looked back at him as he penetrated her, hissing like a cat in heat at the immediate pleasure. He felt her pulse around him so he gave her a little time to adjust but after fifteen seconds he couldn’t take it anymore. He had to start moving inside her.

She continued to look up at him, hissing and groaning, and her eyes never left his goggled gaze. It disturbed him a little at first but found that it turned him on as he drove into her with abandon.

“Oh God….please…” she buried her head back down into the ground and then began to speak in her native tongue. Leaning over, he settled his hands on that narrow waist he was so entranced with (using it as leverage) and began pumping powerfully into her. She was so warm, wet, and unbelievably tight around him; the friction from their rutting was almost unbearable. At times when he went too deep she tried to wriggle away, but his hold was too strong and he always pulled her back.

Growling softly, partly to her and partly to himself, he muttered:

“Don’t run from it.”

She scrambled to level herself but he only pushed her back down. She started speaking in her native language once more. Her body began to tremble in his hands and without warning she came. If it were possible for her to get any tighter and somehow allow him deeper inside of her, it was happening to him right now. Her pussy was almost literally sucking him in, drawing him deeper and deeper. While she was coming he struggled hard to pull out, it felt like she was devouring his cock whole her hold on him was so strong.

Once his cock exited with an audible sloppy wet noise, he roughly flipped her over on her back. Her breasts were covered with dirt and forest debris but he bent down to suck on her nipples anyway. Kneading her full tits together, he used his teeth and tongue on her hardened nipples. The taste of her metal jewelry and perhaps even some of her breast milk danced on his tongue. She squirmed again beneath him and he felt her hand close around his hard dick. She stroked it precariously against her pussy, simultaneously teasing her sensitive folds and urging him to put it in her once more.

He spread her bowlegged thighs apart and settled his hands at the juncture of her knees. In one thrust he penetrated her pink folds and watched her pretty face twist in agonizing ecstasy. Smirking smugly to himself he gave her one deep thrust after another with intentional pauses between each one to keep her from cumming too quickly. The woman seemed to beg and plead in her own language, a language he didn’t understand, so he rubbed her clit to keep her from speaking. The effect was almost immediate she was so sensitive. Her pussy became wetter and she began to moan loudly and arch her back against him.. As much as he liked her voice, he liked it even more when she was gasping and moaning.

She tried to sit up, possibly wanting to watch his cock shining with her own juices enter her. He pushed her back down roughly and held her by the neck as if to prove he was the dominant one. Her hands reached up to grab and scratch at his chest as she purred in response. It occurred to him then that she really meant what she said, he could “do what want” to her and that she really did want him to take a bite out of her. Licking his lips, he moved her plump legs over his shoulders and bent down until her knees and chest met. He could get deeper inside her in this position and could see the beautiful agony on her lovely face.

He leaned in again to bite at her lips and she met with his kiss just as eagerly. The two bit and sucked at each other wildly as he pounded her over and over again. This time not allowing any breaks in between only drilling into for his own pleasure. He ran fully on instinct once more and fucked her like the primitive animals they were. It had been so long since he had a woman, tasted a woman, smelled a woman. Alohilani filled his senses and stroked his dick with her inner walls. Her buxom body began shaking with her coming orgasm beneath him and her hands reached up to wrap around his neck and pull him closer.

His balls tightened as he nipped at the woman’s neck. He felt her hands on the back of his skull and her fingernails graze him as she pulled his goggles over his head. He didn’t stop her. He looked her right in the eyes as his goggles also found themselves amongst the pile of clothes on the jungle floor. She didn’t flinch as flashes of silver flickered at her or gasp when his steel gaze met her earthy brown eyes. She simply drew him closer to her and murmured her language in his ear. Her tongue found its away around the lobe of his ear and she breathed his name in that sexy accent with each thrust she endured.

“Ryddeek…Ryddeck...cum in Alohilani….cum in Ryddeck…”

He couldn’t take it anymore and did as he was told. Grunting, though hardly making any noise at all, he emptied himself into her. In the distance he heard her sigh in satisfaction and breathe words of encouragement in his ear. Their tense bodies fell slack on the jungle ground and the only sounds were their breathing and the calls of the native birds in their trees. He felt Alohilani stroke his face and he looked at her with his shined eyes. She smiled, he grinned.

“Again.”

a/n: I take it back...I will expand on this. I've already started the second chapter though there will probably be only about three chapters... look forward to hearing from you! Leave a review PLEASE! I'd like to know what you guys think since this is my first Pitch Black fic.