Bridal Bungle in the Jungle Ch15-18

Chapter 15

Bridal Bunghole Bungle

Schluck!

Jess's brow furrowed as her tip pressed against a wall of sheer resistance. Huh? She shifted her hips and tried once more, only to face the same wall.

Unlike the usual sopping fun she'd encountered time and time again, Celine's entrance was more like prying open a nut than plunging into a peach. Her brows pulled together as she leaned back.

What happened to all the juice from before? Had she teased her too much? After that much foreplay, she usually could just hilt herself in a single thrust. Now, she barely fit her head in! No, Jess not give up! Jess... push! Jess--

"OH FUCK, Je-Jess!"

She snapped her eyes open at the pained plea. "Huh?" Beneath her, Celine's back arched like an angry cat's, her legs quaking. Celine's mouth formed a perfect 'O' as she froze in place, her hands clutching the log in a death grip.

"Outsi-" She shook her head, "Celine! Celine ok!?"

"Ah... ah..." she panted, trying to catch her breath. "Oh, gosh... yes... yes... I'm fine... Just... just... give me a moment..."

"Celine hurt? Did Jess hurt Celine!?"

She shook her head. "No, no... Just been a... it's just been a while since... I've done it there..."

Jess perked up an eyebrow as she looked down. It was only a quarter of the way in. Just the head and a few inches. Perhaps the outsider wasn't used to someone of her size? Maybe outsider hunters were... less equipped? Yes... they must be!

Though at first nodding with her assessment, her head skewed right as she continued to look at the point of penetration. Wait... Normally, when she took a gatherer from behind, she could spread their ass with her hands and see another hole. Some even liked attention there. A bit of rubbing here and there or, on a very rare occasion, spit. But as her hands spread Celine's rear, she blinked.

"Wait... where is it?"

"Where's... what?" Celine said, wincing as Jess shifted.

"Where... where hole? Jess see before!"

"What are you..." Her voice shuddered, "Oh! Jess, no, you're... you're..."

Before she could finish, Jess slid her arms beneath the outsider's legs and pulled back, lifting her off the ground. Celine cried out as Jess stood up, cock still inside.

"OH FUCK! FUCK, JESS!" she shouted, wrapping her arm behind Jess's shoulders. "What are you doing!?"

"Jess try to find other hole! Outsider lost it!"

Jess's arms hooked beneath Celine's knees, suspending the bride-to-be in the air and pressing her back against her breasts. She then leaned forward, trying to see where she was penetrating. However, as Jess looked between the outsider's spread legs, she found Celine's sex. It was spread open and on display... but without her cock in it. "Huh? If rod not in gash then..."

Celine let out a shuddering moan as her back spasmed. "I... I've been trying to tell you..." she said, eyes locking with Jess's, "You... you didn't lose my asshole..." After another strained breath, "... You're in it."

Huh? Jess's eyes widened, her mind halting all functions.

As Jess stood still, Celine took the time to relish the blend of pain and pleasure from her penetration. While she'd had anal in the past, it was only with a few select fuck buddies. Most of them were either too inexperienced or too small to be of any note. A couple were larger, but they were often too rough to make the experience enjoyable.

Yet Jess's member was an entirely different story. It was easily twice as thick as anyone she'd been with. But as the mix of saliva and cum continued to lube her passage, the initial pain had slowly mellowed into a dull, throbbing ache.

By the time Jess started moving again, Jess's cock felt warm and snug, filling Celine's ass in a way that left her craving for more.

"Wait... Jess in butt hole?"

Celine took a moment to process the question, then fell into a fit of giggles. "Yes, yes you are. You really... really are. Fuck, you feel incredible..."

"Jess does?" Jess asked, her voice laced with confusion.

"Mhmm!" Celine cooed, wiggling her hips to test the sensation. "I just need you to take things nice and slow. Think you can do that?"

Jess cocked an eyebrow at the motion, feeling the tight, warm passage shift around her cock. It was different from a gatherer's gash... but in a way that was hard to describe. While about the same temperature, the muscles felt more... textured? Almost ribbed? She could even feel Celine's pulse, a steady beat against the sensitive flesh of her shaft.

A newfound curiosity lit up in her eyes. "Mmmm... sure. Slow good... Jess can mate slow." Her hips pulled back, then she gradually slid into Celine. "Like this?"

"Ooohhhhh!" Celine moaned, her body trembling as she was stretched open, her fingers digging into Jess's shoulder. "Yes! Yes, that's perfect! Keep going, just like that!"

Jess grinned, her arms and hips moving in a steady, deliberate dance. First, she'd lower her arms, letting the pale beauty sink along her shaft. Upon meeting a wall of resistance, she stopped. After a few seconds, the passage would gradually relax. Then Jess would raise her up, give Celine time to catch her breath, and start again. With each repetition, Jess watched with wonder as the tight ring of muscle stretched around her shaft. "Ugghhh... Jess see... so this how outsiders mate!"

"N-No... Ah not really mate but... f-FUN! It's-it's fun! Not for all of us but... Ughhh... some of us... like it a lot- Oooh!" Celine cried out in a high-pitched, airy voice.

Yet Celine's words barely registered in Jess's ears. Instead, her focus remained split between the point of penetration and the bouncing of the outsider's breasts.

Once she neared Jess's base, Celine's arm wrapped around the back of her lover's neck, grabbing onto the shoulder farthest from her as she let out a loud, sultry moan. "Ooohhhh, Fuck! That's so good! Ooohhh, you're so deep! Fuck, I can feel you in my stomach!"

"Haahhh... Yes! Feel good! Very good! This hole warm! Tight!" Jess moaned, her head falling back. "Jess never knew other hole could be good!"

"Ah, ah, ahh! Well... I... oh! I guess we both learned something... new today..." Celine said with a breathless laugh, her voice punctuated by the soft, wet noises of their bodies meeting. The outsider's legs trembled as her thighs flexed around Jess's hands, her feet dangling in the air.

In response, Jess's grip tightened, her breathing growing more ragged. "Glad Celine like! Celine feel so good, tight and warm!" She said with a laugh. Then, Jess leaned forward and nibbled on her ear. "Makes Jess want to go faster..."

Celine's heart skipped a beat, a shiver of anticipation running through her body. As much as she wanted to keep the slow pace going, the thought of the futa's cock pounding into her ass was too much to resist. "D-Do it, then! Fuck... fuck me harder!"

"Celine sure? Jess don't want to hurt-"

"I can take it!" Celine insisted, her hips bucking against the futa's. "Come on, fuck me!"

With a smirk, Jess nodded, spreading the woman's legs further apart. Then, as Celine's breath quickened, Jess drove herself upward.

"Fuck!" Celine screamed. All at once, she went from being completely empty to utterly filled. And filled like never before. Her eyes bulged as the cock inside her slammed into something, sending sparks flying across her vision. She could hear Jess grunting behind her, the jungle futa's cock buried in her ass. Yet, she didn't feel the pain she should've. No... instead, she felt nothing but pure, unfiltered bliss.

Celine threw her head back and let out a delighted scream. "OOOOHHHHH! DO THAT AGAIN! DO IT AGAIN!"

Jess grinned, tightening her grip as she pulled out once more before slamming back in. This time, she didn't stop. With a lustful growl, the futa began to piston in and out of the bride-to-be, the woman's bubble butt bouncing with each plunge. Jess's grunts and growls soon mixed with Celine's screams and cries of ecstasy, their bodies crashing together like waves on a rocky shore.

Hips moving on autopilot, Jess's pace was erratic and spastic. Her fingers dug into Celine's thighs as she pulled the woman into her, her cock plunging deep into the tight warmth of her ass. As she did, Celine's free hand shot to her sex, fingers diving in to rub her clit.

"OHHH GOD! FUCK! JESS! Oh FUCK! OH FUCK!"

Jess grunted, her breath coming in short, heavy pants, her face twisted in a snarl. Each impact sent a wave of pleasure coursing through her, the tight, warm passage around her cock squeezing and contracting.

A new primal hunger grew within her. This outsider... this woman who came to the jungle... she had to have her! Had to make her hers! Make her a gatherer... make her stay! She was too delicious... too perfect to let go!

As Jess increased the intensity of her thrusts, Celine's orgasm rapidly approached. Her muscles clenched and spasmed, her body quivering as the cock pounded into her, sending shockwaves of ecstasy through her body while her fingers furiously rubbed her clit.

As her walls started to seize up around the enormous shaft, a surge of warmth billowed up inside her. "OOOHHHH, FUCK! FUCK! JESS!" Celine screamed. "Oh, fuck! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I-"

Celine cut off as her toes curled and her legs shook, a wave of bliss crashing over her. She spasmed against Jess's grip, a torrent of squirt spraying out from between her thighs and coating the ground in a stream of sticky fluid before dribbling down Jess's cock and balls. The pale beauty's hand clutched Jess's shoulder tightly, nails digging into her skin as her whole body clenched.

Jess gasped as her lover's walls clamped down on her member. "HNGHHHHHH! Tight! Tight! Jess-Jess gonna cum!"

"DO IT!" Celine shrieked, her voice echoing through the clearing. "DO IT, CUM IN ME! CUM IN MY ASS, JESS! SHOOT YOUR SEED INSIDE ME!"

Her wish was granted. Jess's eyes rolled back as she drove her cock in as deep as she could.

"AAAAAAH-AAAAH-AAAAAH-AAAAAAH!"

With a loud, bestial roar, Jess unleashed her load, the thick, sticky fluid flooding Celine's passage. The scorned bride's jaw dropped as she felt herself get filled up, her voice rising to join Jess's in a chorus of pleasure. "Yes! Yes! Fill my ass! Fill my ass!"

Jess's legs rocked as she shot another load into the pale beauty. In that moment, everything seemed perfect. The weight of the outsider in her arms, the warmth of her body, the tight, inviting grip of her muscles. The way they both shivered as their climaxes washed over them. Even the stickiness of the cum leaking out... nothing was amiss.

If only it could have lasted forever.

Chapter 16

The Wrong Hole for Revelations

Another flood of energy poured out from Jess's amulet as she fired one last load into Celine. The bright sparks crackled like lightning, lodging themselves into her chest and limbs before arcing towards her head. A high-pitched ringing filled her ears, drowning out her own cries. Blinded by a brilliant blue light, she closed her eyes, shutting out the world.

No distractions.

Hazy shapes once again formed in the shadows behind her eyelids. Yet, unlike the first vision, they shifted and spun, eventually settling. The blur of brown and green grew sharper, transforming from blots of color to trees and dirt. Dappled streaks of yellow formed piercing beams of sunlight. From the crackling in her ears came chittering bugs and rustling leaves. Yet, even as the noises and images grew clearer, there was a distant, hollow echo in them. An ever-present distortion.

Trees appeared to sway in slow motion. Not only that, but the colors were off; the green too full and browns too vibrant. When she focused on any one object, the shapes of everything else stretched or shrunk. It was as if she were looking at the world through a colored dewdrop.

By the time Jess got her bearings, she could just make out the echoing sound of feet padding on dirt. Looking back, she found a white form standing between the trees behind her.

The pale smudge soon shifted, transforming from a blurred mess to that of a woman. The feminine figure's back was turned to her, a long, white braid running down its toned form. She wore a white tank-top and black shorts, both tightly clinging to her skin. The fabric was soaked from the waist down, as if she'd just walked through a river. A backpack was slung over her shoulder, its contents bulging out but still secure. However, the figure seemed to pull at something in the shrubs, her head rearing back as she yanked on the obscured object.

Jess opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Though she could feel the muscles moving, no words emerged. She tried again only to find the same result. Her hands reached up to grasp her throat, but she couldn't feel anything. No hand grabbed her neck, no voice came from her mouth, no words left her lips. It was as if she weren't there at all.

"Come on... Come on, you bastard..." The woman grunted, her hand tugging harder, "Ughhhh... uh!" With a yell, the figure fell back, a large sack in her hands. The bag fell on top of her, its mouth splitting open as its contents spilled onto the ground.

Wooden idols of goddesses, jade statues of animals, and several colorful fruits littered the undergrowth. Jess perked up as her gaze swept over them.

Treasures... treasures from all across the islands. But... why?

Jess leaned down, reaching out to grab a leopard statue. Her fingers phased right through it.

She stared at it in confusion before the woman snatched it up with her hands and shoved it into the bag. "No, no, I have a buyer for you lined up. So you... you stay in here."

Bewilderment turned to outrage as Jess glared at the woman, her unseen fists clenching at her sides. Such treasures should never leave their homes! They were to be honored, not bought! Who... who could do such a thing?

She tried to lunge at the woman, but found herself fixed in place. Instead, all she could do was glare as the figure picked up the rest of the idols and stuffed them back into the bag.

Once finished, she slung the bag back over her shoulder and stood up. "Alright... that should do... Now let's get these on the boat."

As she walked away, Jess's vision faded once more. The colors drained from the world; the shapes became blurry as the dark swallowed them. Yet, even as the woman slipped from view, Jess could still hear her.

The sound of her voice echoed again and again.

Then, as it tapered off, another voice filled its place, similar, but at a much higher volume.

"... Jess... JESS?"

All at once, the sensations from before rushed back to Jess, Celine's concerned eyes fixed upon her. "Are you... are you okay? You were... you were shaking and moaning..."

Jess's gaze fell on Celine, a wave of ecstasy diminishing along with her anger.

She was back in the jungle, her cock still firmly buried in the outsider's rear-end. The soft chirps of birds and the gentle hum of insects sang around her. A cool breeze brushed over her sweaty skin. She was home.

"Jess... Jess fine..." she said, her voice shaky, "Just... had... part of judgement."

Celine cocked an eyebrow. "Judgement? What are you... wait." Her hand reached up to rest on Jess's cheek. "Does that mean... does that mean I can stay?"

Jess's mouth skewed to the side as a knot formed in her stomach. As much as she wanted to deny it, the woman in the vision did share many of Celine's features. However... that didn't necessarily mean that she was the one stealing the idols. She'd never seen her face, and the white hair was styled differently. So maybe... maybe it was someone else?

Yes... maybe the vision wasn't clear because Jess judge with outsider's ass rather than her gash. Right... that's got to be it!

"Maybe... maybe Celine can stay. Judgement not over. Still need to mate right."

The outsider snorted, "Mate right? I mean, most would say anal was a bit more than mating but..." She stroked a gloved hand back over Jess's breasts, "... who am I to say no?"

A sense of certainty washed over her as Jess gazed upon Celine, examining the smile on her face. She could see the kindness in her eyes and feel the gentleness in her touch. It was obvious. There was no way she could be a thief. Jess nodded, her lips curling into a smile. "Good, then Jess will-"

Snap!

The sound of a branch cracking in the bushes interrupted her. With a half-hearted glance, Jess looked towards the source, expecting Ootie. As she turned, however, a foreign noise split the air.

Click.

"What the fuck is going on here!?"

Chapter 17

Between a Cock and a Hard Place

Celine's eyes shot open, her body stiffening at the voice. No... no, how could he have... "Ch-Charles!?" The name caught in her throat as she twisted her head back.

The familiar figure stood at the edge of the clearing, his tailored suit torn and tattered. Mud streaked his face and arms, leaves and twigs stuck in his hair. A pair of sunglasses, lenses cracked and frame bent, hung loosely from his shirt. Though his eyes were filled with rage, they weren't what jabbed at her stomach. That honor belonged to the gleaming revolver gripped in his trembling hand.

He aimed the weapon at Jess's head, sunlight catching the cold metal barrel. A wet cough escaped his lips before he wiped the spittle away with the back of his hand, flicking it into the trees. "Just stay calm, I'll handle this!'" he called out, adjusting his grip. Then, to Jess, "What do you think you're doing with my wife?"

Celine's heart hammered in her chest. Oh no, not now. She parted her lips, but only croaked out something between a gasp and a whimper. With her lover still buried in her ass, the gears of her mind spun furiously to grasp the situation. How long had he been there? Had he been watching the whole time?

Jess, however, didn't have the same reservations. "Wife, who wife?" The jungle futa cocked an eyebrow, glancing at the stranger. It was the outsider from the picture in the tent, the one who stood next to Celine. With no breasts and no curves, he matched Kallouka's description to a T: a man.

"Are you deaf?" he snarled as he shook the gun. "Her! And I'm her husband, you savage! So unhand her before I blow your fucking brains out!"

"What... what husband?"

As Jess's question lingered in the air, Celine blinked and furrowed her brows. He was angry, but... not at her. Wait... was he trying to... Did he not see...? "Charl-Charles, please, just leave me alone, I'm fine-"

"Babe, I got this! You'll be out of here in no time!" Charles said, waving his free hand dismissively.

"No, no, you don't understand- oh~!" A moan fell from her lips as Jess turned to face him, Celine's legs still dangling in the air.

The movement shifted her position against Jess's cock, sending an unwanted shiver of pleasure through her core even as panic clawed at her throat. Her mind raced between the residual fury in her heart and a sudden, crushing humiliation. She'd never meant for him to find her like this. He'd had his fun, so why... why did hers have to turn out like this?

Charles saw Celine first, her wedding dress now in tatters and her legs splayed akimbo in Jess's grasp. He blinked hard, squinting through rage and confusion. Something wasn't right. The way her abdomen distended slightly with each movement. The way she gasped with every breath. His gaze dropped lower, coming to where Celine's hips met the stranger's body, and his mouth went dry. Between the savage's legs hung two unmistakable orbs.

The color drained from his face. "Wait... what the f-" The revolver sagged in Charles' grip as his gaze refused to leave the swaying sack. "What the... you're... you have a..."

"Me Jess, hunter! Azure Ape! Protector of Splitback Island!" Jess announced proudly, thrusting her hips forward for emphasis. The sudden movement earned another moan from Celine, her face flushing bright red.

His mouth twitched as his look of disbelief shifted to fury. Charles's finger fell on the trigger. "I don't... I don't care who you are! No one fucks my wife and gets away with it-"

"St-Stop!" Celine cried out, holding out her arms to block Jess. "Charles! I... Just leave! Get out of here and let us be!"

She watched the man's face contort, shifting from confusion, to disgust, to confusion again. Then, his eyes shot open. "Wait... she's... you want this?"

Celine swallowed hard, an audible gulp escaping her throat. "Y-Yes..."

Charles' jaw slackened, the gun drooping further. He stared at her as if seeing her for the first time, eyes darting between her face and where her body joined with Jess's. "You... what the fuck... you just... you just went and cheated on me with some savage freak?"

Celine sneered, a surge of anger dislodging the shame. "Cheating on you? You're the one who cheated on me, asshole!"

He gritted his teeth. "It was a mistake! I said I was sorry! What more do you want?"

"Sorry?" she snarled back. "You fucked my friend on our wedding day! You think 'sorry' is gonna cut it?"

He winced, his free hand rubbing his temple as if trying to fend off a headache. Then, Charles' gaze flicked back to the two. He clicked his tongue. "Yeah... well, looks like you got over that pretty quick. Damn quick, if you ask me." He took a deep breath, the air coming out in a hiss. "Hell, is this why you wanted to come here? A rendezvous with you dickgirl playmate? Is that it?"

"What, no! How would I... I've-I've never been here before!" Celine shot back, a growl forming on the edge of her words. "That's something you'd know if you ever fucking listened..."

Charles' mouth fell open, his head cocking sideways like a confused dog. "If I ever... If I ever listened? That's where you wanna go with this?" Before she could respond, he let out a manic laugh. "Babe, that's... oh that's rich, coming from you. Why... If I had a nickel for every time you brought up work at dinner... shit, I'd retire."

"This isn't the time, just-"

"No!" He sliced through her words with a wave of the gun. "After everything, after everything I fucking do for you! Everything I've done? I have a fling one time and then, just like that..." He pointed the revolver at the sky and pulled the trigger, the crack splitting the air. "You decide to get railed by Tarzan with tits? Does that sound reasonable to you?"

Jess flinched at the boom of the gunshot, her teeth gritting as her ears rang. Once the pain subsided, she eyed the object in the man's hand. Any doubt or confusion as to what it was vanished in an instant, the sound confirming what she'd already suspected: A firestick.

A hallmark horror in Kallouka's bedtime tales, the countless stories stood as a stark warning. How the gorilla wrestled against poachers that wielded them, at times barely escaping with her life. How they could kill with a single shot. And how fast life would leave those shot by them. Her grip tightened on Celine's thighs.

She had to do something.

Jess glanced from side to side, surveying her options. Her spear stood just out of reach. If she lunged now... but what if she missed? Death, for either her or Celine. No... she had to bide her time. She just had to wait for the right moment. But what if that moment never came? What if-

Swish, swish.

A rustle overhead caught her attention. With a quick glance up, she found Leelee perched on a moss-covered branch above them. The lemur surveyed the scene with her large yellow eyes, her bushy tail flicking rhythmically underneath. Though at first she assumed Leelee was merely checking the noise, Jess's eyes narrowed as she observed the lemur's tail. Like a metronome, it kicked back and forth, the white-tipped end curling with subtle variations.

After a few tense seconds, recognition dawned across Jess's sun-bronzed face. Lemur language. Lemur body language. Test time.

Jess took a deep breath and squinted, trying her best to recall the rules. What was the mnemonic again? Oh! Just follow the tip and see how high it goes, but on the way back, note how it flows. Such judgements were always easier with ring-tailed lemurs because of their markings, but Jess's experience with Leelee came to her aid.

After a few attempts at deciphering the message, she grinned in triumph.

"Help coming."

Jess gave the slightest of nods, returning her attention to the raving outsider as she adjusted her grip on Celine, offering a silent prayer to the Jungle that he hadn't noticed.

Thankfully, Charles' attention remained fully fixed on the flushed face of his former bride-to-be, his knuckles white around the revolver. Yet, as Jess's hold grew firmer, so too did Celine's resolve. "Yes, Charles. It does. And you don't get to control how I deal with your infidelity."

"Control?" He let out a loud laugh. "Oh Celine, I wouldn't even dream of it."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Charles chuckled, shaking his head as he looked up for a moment. Then, with a deep breath, he leaned forward and squinted at her. "Really?" A long sigh crawled out from his lips. "Where did we have the wedding, Celine? The honeymoon? Hell, the only input I had was to have a tent and some food, and you fought that tooth and nail. After all, Lord forbid we have some comfort on our honeymoon."

"You agreed to it!"

"Under duress!" Charles spat back, "Do you think I wanted to bring all these people out here in the middle of bum-fuck nowhere? No, I just wanted them at the wedding. At our wedding. A church would've been fine."

Celine rolled her eyes. "Of course you wanted a church wedding."

The words visibly glanced off him, his face contorting with fresh rage. "What's wrong with that? What, would a church be too boring for you? Sorry it's not some high octane dive into the ancient ruins of Atlantis off the coast of Iceland or some shit!"

Celine's head shook as she reared back, sending the shaft further inside herself. "It didn't need to be..." with a snarl. "I just wanted to have a bit of fun before we had to settle down!"

"That's all you ever want!" Charles's voice cracked. "You get restless, disappear on some dig, then return with gold statues or something and an arrest warrant from whatever country you've pillaged. Every time. Without fail." He shook his head. "Oh, I have so much control over you, sure."

Jess's eyebrow arched at the mention of the statues, her gaze dropping to Celine with curiosity. Celine flicked her eyes back for a moment, then shifted against Jess's chest.

"It's preservation, not theft. You know that."

"Preservation?" Charles let out a loud laugh. "Tell that to the indigenous people. I suppose those 'consulting fees' from museums are for charity work? And that jade mask you sold in Zurich, community service, right? Regular Mother Teresa."

Celine's face burned with humiliation. His words hit closer to home than she cared to admit. The relics were just lying in tombs, so what was the harm in taking them where people could see them? Learn from them. But how would he ever understand that? "At least I'm passionate about something other than quarterly reports."

"Ah... yes, the job again." Charles rolled his eyes. "My boring job that bankrolls your little adventures. Tell me again though..." he squinted at her, "What do I do for a living, Celine."

She snorted, "You work for your father's company."

"Yeah, no shit. But what exactly do I do there?" He leaned back, eyebrows raised.

Celine parted her lips, then shut them again. After a few moments in silence, she opened her mouth once more, closed it, then ventured, "You... uh... manage stuff?"

A loud snort echoed as he looked at the ground. "Yes, that's exactly what I do, manage stuff." He sighed. "I'm an environmental engineer, Celine. I manage the environmental impact of my father's company."

Oh, right. She knew that... at least she thought she did. Yet as she thought back, Celine couldn't remember a single time when it even came up. Why hadn't he said anything, then? And... if... if he had all this inside, all this annoyance, then... then...

"Why did you ask me to marry you?" she whispered after a long pause.

He froze. Then, after a few stupefied blinks, "Because I thought that's what you wanted! You moved in, started cleaning, made me dinner. Then, when you planned your Chile trip, you kept complaining we weren't married so you couldn't use my insurance. So," he waved his hands around, "here we fucking are."

Chapter 18

Feline Intervention

Silence fell over the clearing. While Jess couldn't follow a single detail, her eyes looked down at Celine, knowing that Charles was waiting for a response. Then, finally, Celine's quiet voice broke through. "What... what I wanted?"

He stared at her as if she'd grown a second head. "Yes! Isn't that what you wanted?"

Celine didn't answer. Sure, she'd started helping out, but it wasn't for marriage. She just wanted to make a good impression before leaving again. Just wanted him to remember her while she was gone. As she hung on in silence, Charles continued. "So then, the day before, you tell me you're going to be gone for six months. Half a fucking year." His hand trembled as he spoke. "I can't... I just." He paused, took a deep breath, and then wiped his brow before continuing. "Thankfully... thankfully I found out that when the girl squad jets off, I wasn't the only one left behind."

Celine's brow furrowed. "Who are you..." A flash of Evie grabbing at the sheets assaulted her thoughts. "Wait-"

"You know... the first three months you were gone... that was hell. Truly. But... after that? Some of the best sex of my life. Made the two months after you got back really... really hard."

Her face went pale. Those dinners. All of them. "You and Evie were--"

He raised a gun, shaking his head. "Don't even say it! We'd only had the civil ceremony. My friends said a marriage doesn't count until the real wedding. Until then I was just... meeting my needs."

The heat of humiliation in Celine's chest suddenly crystallized into blinding fury. "Are you fucking insane? Or just stupid? You get to cheat because I had to work overseas? What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Hey wait a-"

"No!" Celine lurched forward, Jess's cock sliding out an inch. "You fucked another woman while I was gone. Not just once, but for months! You want to talk about sacrifice? I turned down job after job just to be around you! I was gonna never go on another dig for you! Toss my whole career!"

"Oh, please. In another month you would've..."

Jess glanced between the two, her confusion deepening as they screamed at each other. The firestick was trained on her, but that didn't mean she was out of options. Her gaze flicked back to her spear. Maybe she didn't have time to wait...

Swish, swish, swish!

Jess looked up just in time to catch the lemur's tail whipping through the air. Though rapid and sporadic, the signal was unmistakable:

"Kitty here."

Jess closed her eyes, smiled, and felt a plan blossom in her mind. Now... now she could do something. With a quick nod to Leelee, she refocused on the bickering couple.

"Seriously, go fuck yourselves! You and Evie can have each other, just leave me out of it!"

"Enough!" Charles roared, shaking his head. "Here's how this ends. You," he gestured with the gun towards Jess, "pull your dick out of my wife's ass. Then you and I," he swiveled the barrel toward Celine, "will head back to the ship, get married for real, and pretend none of this ever happened. Capisce?"

Celine's face blistered with rage as she clenched her fists at her side. "Why do you... how could you think we could stay married after this?"

"Because I want some semblance of a fucking return from all this!" Charles's eyes went wild as he trained the gun on Jess again. "So take your fucking cock from her right now, or I swear I'll blow your head off! Last warning!"

"Take her cock out of my ass? No... no I don't think so." With her eyes fixed on Charles, Celine rocked her hips, grinding her tight, wet walls against the massive member.

Jess's eyes flew open as Celine's tight ring of muscle squeezed around her

"Ohh... Ugghhh... What Celine doing-"

"No, listen up, you cheating bastard!" Celine thundered between pants as the hard rod pulsed. "I'm not a commodity you buy with favors. We both make sacrifices in a relationship! And if you think you can fuck whoever you want, so can I!"

Charles's hands shook around the gun, his knuckles growing white. As Celine continued to sway her hips, Jess struggled to maintain control. No time for mating; this was just for show. Yes.

Creak.

Jess's eyes darted upward, spotting a large shadow moving among the branches. Just a little more time.

"She's gonna fuck me, Charles! She's going slam into me day in and day out. She's already made me cum more than you ever could, with a cock that makes yours look like a toothpick! So take your fucking gun and shove it right up your ass!" With a dramatic cry, she threw her hands behind her head and let out a long, loud moan, "Ohhh, fuck, yes, Jess! Go as deep as you can!"

"The hell is wrong with you..." He muttered and aimed the gun at Jess. "Fi-Final warning!"

As he leveled the gun at her head, Jess glowered back at him. "No. Last warning from Jess." Her hips slowly rocked to meet Celine's, the futa's balls slapping against her ass. "Leave. Now."

"Are you fucking crazy!"

"No! Not crazy! You enter Jess's domain. Jess's jungle. Man disrespect her rules. Man threaten outsider when judged. Man not leave, Man pay." Her gaze hardened as the shadow moved closer. "Man will pay."

Charles's mouth gaped as he looked at her in disbelief, his voice dropping to a hushed whisper. "I'll give you to the count of three."

"One."

A smile formed on Jess's lips as the leaves rustled above her. She tightened her grip on Celine's thighs, drawing her rod out an inch.

"Two."

Jess's legs tensed up as Celine's ass shifted around her shaft, the woman glancing back in response. Yet Jess just took a deep breath and held her gaze on the gunman. The gem on her necklace glowed once more, her eyes following suit. "Jess can see the truth in outsider's heart. One who brings firestick here is guilty. But one who is selfish as outsider... Also guilty." She pointed at him, and spoke in a calm, clear voice. "Put down firestick and leave now, or outsider will regret it."

With a sneer, Charles raised the revolver to aim at Jess once more. "Fuck you. Three."

She took a deep breath. "Meow."

At first, the man just blinked at the interjection, his finger relaxing. However, by the time he heard the leaves shift above him, it was far too late. An enormous blur of gray and white spots rocketed from the trees above as a loud snarl shook the clearing. His head snapped up, only to see an enormous leopard sailing towards him, maw open wide.

A choked yell was all Charles could manage before two clawed paws slammed against his head, sending him sprawling to the ground. The revolver was knocked from his grip, vanishing into the brush as the massive leopard pinned him, its claws sinking into his arm. He swore and kicked at the animal, only to fall silent as another paw raked across his chest.

Celine cried out as she watched the beast. "Oh shit! Oh shit! What the fuck?!"

Before the jungle cat could deal another blow, Jess purred loudly. The leopard perked its ears and looked back, setting its paws on the man's arms. Its expression instantly shifted from one of murderous intent to that of a placid kitten. "Good kitty! Very good Kitty!"

Celine watched in shock as Jess set her back on the ground, stumbling as her legs bore her weight once again. The only sound she could muster was a small groan as Jess pulled out her cock with an audible pop.

She watched as Jess picked up her spear and approached the man, a solemn expression on her face. "Man should not have brought firestick."

Charles tried to wiggle free of Kitty's grip, blood dripping from his cuts. "Get this thing off me!" he yelled. "Please I-I-I didn't mean..."

"Didn't mean what, outsider? Didn't mean to hurt Jess?" Jess asked, her spear tip hovering over his groin. "Didn't mean to hurt Celine? Seem like outsider mean this very much."

"I promise I won't tell anyone--just get it off me!"

Jess glanced at Kitty, the bleeding man, and then Celine. He'd wronged the jungle. There was no question of that. However... killing him would only bring others. Letting him go had its consequences, however...

She sighed. "Jess will let outsider go. But if man return or tells others..." She pressed her spear-tip against his cock; he yelped. "Kitty eat man. Understand?"

"Y-Yes, please!"

Jess withdrew the spear. "Kitty, go... meow."

The leopard looked back and swished its tail before leaping off the man and rolling to Jess's feet, rubbing against her legs affectionately.

Charles scrambled up, wincing at every movement. With one last glance at the two of them, he tumbled through the bushes.

As he disappeared, Celine let out a long sigh. Gone. He was finally gone. Her shame flushed away as her mind lit up. She was free. Though she'd have to deal with him in divorce court, at least he'd behave. Well, if she had to go to court, that is.

She turned back to find Jess petting the massive cat on its head. "Good Kitty." Jess said, her fingers scratching behind the leopard's ear. "Outsider not return now."

However, as Celine approached the two, the leopard let loose a snarl as its ears pressed to its skull. Celine stopped. "Um, hello there..."

Jess pressed a hand to the cat's neck. "No, no, no. Kitty, this not bad outsider! This friend. Good friend." She looked over at Celine. "See?"

Celine swallowed, then slowly extended a hand. "Um, nice to meet you..." The leopard sniffed her palm, hesitated, then closed its eyes in a contented purr as Celine stroked its head. "Good... Good Kitty..."

As she continued to stroke its fur, Jess beamed. "Good, Celine! See, Kitty? Celine friend!"

After a moment, Kitty let out a low purr as the two continued to pet her. Then, her gaze flicked between the two. "Mroww?" Kitty's tail swished back and forth, the tip curling once more.

Jess shook her head. "No, Kitty can't watch." She said with a laugh, "Kitty have job. Go to shore, make sure outsider leave and not come back. Now go on, shoo."

With a huff, Kitty stood up, stretching out her massive form before turning to Celine and blinking with one eye. Then, with a flick of her tail, she bounded into the wilds; the foliage shaking with each powerful stride as it left her stunned.

"Did... did she just... wink at me?" Celine whispered, eyes wide.

Jess giggled. "Oh, Kitty like to tease."

Celine hesitated, then, finding no better explanation, burst into laughter. Jess tilted her head, then joined in as Celine doubled over.

As the apprehension from before melted away, Celine wiped a few tears from her eyes."Oh... oh, this is... this is fucking insane... This whole day has been absolutely insane..."

Jess grinned at her. "But... Celine happy?"

After a moment, Celine nodded. "Yes... I think I am. Thank you--for helping me, for dealing with him. That was really sweet. And... brave." She stood and tucked a stray lock behind her ear. "But... what happens now?"

Jess's grin turned to a smirk, her eyes glancing down at her throbbing member. "Oh well... now Jess judge. For real this time."

As the words left her lips, Celine's pulse quickened. With the fear of Charles gone, something new had taken root. She didn't know if it was gratitude, attraction, or just the raw arousal from the interrupted anal, but whatever it was, it had her hooked. She let her gaze roam over Jess's perky breasts and taut stomach, feeling her own desire ignite.

Jess stepped closer, brushing Celine's cheek with the back of her hand. Celine leaned into the touch, savoring its warmth. Electricity sparked between them.

"Celine ready?" Jess whispered, her voice low and seductive.

Celine could only nod, her throat tight with anticipation.

"Good. But..." she said before scratching her neck. "Jess think... Jess think not here. Jess not want to be interrupted."

A soft smile touched Celine's lips as she nodded in agreement.

She reached up, took Jess's hand, and leaned against her. "Jess... you can have me wherever and however you want."

Jess's eyes widened, cheeks flushing. Then, with a triumphant grin, she scooped Celine into her arms.

Celine gasped as she was lifted off the ground, her arms wrapping around Jess's neck. Her heart fluttered with excitement--nothing else mattered but being with Jess.

Cradling her precious outsider, Jess sprinted toward the trees, grabbed a sturdy vine overhead, and called out, "Hold on tight!"

Before Celine could reply, Jess tugged the vine down, hurling them both into the air. With a delighted cry, Celine was whisked away into the wilds, carried aloft by her primal paramour.