Unnatural Instinct: Amazon

14.

I must be angry. I need to be angry. I can't let you dominate me like this.

Essential qualities ... to nurture the next generation ... keep us women in line.

Pah!

It's all so ... patronising.

And yet I can't seem to make my body do what I want it to do. It seems to have a mind of its own as my lips meet yours. No matter how enraged you make me feel, no matter how you've embarrassed me and how unfair this all is, you're still extraordinary and beautiful and amazing.

And I am weak. You're right—I'm a weak, little man who can't even fight my own urges.

I stumble back as you push me up against the wall, pinning my wrists up by my head as your mouth engulfs mine. All I can do is kiss back in a daze. A headache is pounding behind my eyes. I feel dizzy and sick. But I don't stop you.

I won't stop you.

You pull back and lick your lips, your eyelashes long and thick, your eyes glittering. Then you look down between us. My erection is so hard that it's curving up against your pelvis. Releasing my wrists, you grip onto it, smoothing your hand up and down its length until you make me groan and I roll my eyes. I grab onto your big shoulders to steady myself as I stumble, still dizzy, still sick, so utterly overwhelmed.

You release me, then turn to your pants. You unbutton them and let them fall to your ankles before kicking them away. Then you're against me again, your breasts, your hips, your thighs. Your pelvis is pressed up against mine and I can feel the stickiness between your legs sliding against my shaft. It makes me suck in a breath. It makes me prickle all over.

You're panting in my ear; you grunt and groan. And I'm doing the same. The muscles in my lower pelvis are already aching, still sore from the other night. My balls feel heavy. My penis is sore but more than willing. Reaching below, you pull my shaft between your legs and rub your wetness against me. You mash your lips against mine.

I groan again.

I need to stop this. I know I need to stop this. I am a scientist. I am an intelligent man. This isn't me. This is a serious situation. And yet when you kiss me I kiss you back without hesitation.

'Stop it,' I groan against your lips.

You pull back with gritted teeth as your eyes gleam with lust. My heart pounds, and I can't help but feel a wave of dread. Wrapping your powerful arms around me, you kiss me again as you pull me over to the bedding. I stagger and almost trip over the blankets, but your massive strength keeps me upright.

Then you're lowering me down until you're straddling me, your knees over my hips, your hands knuckled into the bedding by my head. Your magnificent breasts droop in my face and I can't resist the urge to take one of them in my mouth as you lower them over my face.

'Suck me,' you gasp as you rock. 'Suck me.'

I pull my mouth away. 'Stop this,' I pant. 'I don't want this. Not like this.'

I try to crawl out from between your legs but you seize my wrists again and pin them back down. Next, you clench your thighs hard around my hips so I can hardly move. I twist and turn and thrash but you're just too damn strong.

But your strength and courage can only get you so far.

It makes me want to cry. It makes me want to scream. But I won't, Goddamn it, I won't!

And even as I fight, my arousal doesn't abate. I hate the fact that my body can betray me so easily. It fills me with shame. It fills me with self-disgust.

You release my wrists and seize them both in one of your big hands. Even one handed, you're so strong! I allow myself to shout and yell and holler as you grab onto my erection. Your secretions glimmer against it. You smooth it in your hands, then thumb the tip.

'Stop!'

You raise your pelvis, hovering over me as you hold my shaft at the ready. My cock is so close to your opening I can feel your pubic hair tickling the tip of it. Then you ease yourself down. You gasp and roll your eyes as I feel myself enter you, pushing through your outer lips before gliding slowly into your depths. Your hips sink lower as you swallow me up.

'Rapist!' I finally cry, lifting up my head to glare at you. 'Fucking rapist!'

You pause, staring at me, as you sit upon my pelvis, my cock lost inside you. Your breasts are heaving. Your nipples are hard.

With a hard yank, I manage to slip free from your grasp. Pulling out from between your legs, I kick out at your stomach. You fall back with a shout. I don't turn back to see what I've done as I scramble out the hut.

I run. Even as my head aches, even as my balls throb, I race through the camp. It hurts to run. My man parts are so engorged that I have to support them with my hands. My cheeks fill with the heat of my embarrassment as men and women watch. Children stare. I try not to care—but I do!

I can't believe it—tears are streaming down my cheeks. I haven't cried since I was a child when I broke my leg. It only adds to my distress and shame. I don't know if anyone's following me. I don't know if you're chasing me. I don't care. I just need to get away. Let come what may in the vast reaches of the jungle.

Soon, the trees surround me and the sounds of the camp fall away and all I'm surrounded by is the cawing of a bird and the rustle of the leaves in the wind. I slow, then stop, bending over and gripping my knees as I struggle to catch my breath. There's a stitch in my side but it's nothing to the pounding in my head.

The jungle spins and I stagger. I try to clutch onto a nearby tree but miss and drop to my knees. Bowing over, I close my eyes and take long, deep breaths, willing the pain to go away. All I hear is my pounding heart and the blood rushing in my ears.

It seems to work. After a few moments, it begins to ease and I open my eyes again. Even in my daze I know something isn't right. The hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I turn.

I suck in a breath but before I can make a sound, a woman with an all-too-familiar scarred face grabs my throat with a grin.