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Jungle Love

Author(s): Jack Ewing

One night on an unnamed tropical island, a young single man and a young married woman slip away from their village into the jungle for a close encounter of the sexual kind. In surrendering to passion, they have broken a tribal rule regarding adultery. When their illicit affair is exposed, they will be subjected to an awful test designed to reveal the truth, and one of the lovers will pay a horrific price as a consequence….
 
A short story.

Excerpt


 The moon is a slice of melon afloat in an inky sea. By pearly light, the lush jungle becomes a fantasy of half-seen shapes full of half-heard sounds.
 
Here, the subtle flutter of feathers, the strident shriek of a bird disturbed by drifting shadows.
 
There, an answering caw from another species.
 
Here, the stealthy tread of furred paw, a clash of teeth upon unsuspecting flesh, and a cry of something dying.
 
And there, in tall grass at the edge of a clearing, the susurrus of sighs, wet mouth movements, satin-smooth slap of skin on skin. 
 
“Ah, Vanui,” breathes a husky, masculine voice, its owner lost in overgrown vegetation. “A moment ago, I felt strong enough to crush rocks in my hands. Now you have made me weak as a newborn nufa-liki. And look, I am bleeding where you bit me!”
 
Comes a rustle, a muffled giggle. A feminine voice laden with the sultriness of tropical night, “I am sorry, Pukuoa. I lost myself in you. You taste sweet as a mango.” Then, a hint of bedevilment… “Did I hurt the big, strong warrior?”
 
“It is nothing, Vanui. In your arms I feel no pain. So bite where you will. It will hurt only when you have left me.”
 
In silence, Vanui’s slim brown hand lifts to tease the tufted tip of a pollen-loaded night-flower, descends to entwine with Pukuoa’s strong, mahogany-hued fingers on the rise.
 
“But do not go yet, my love,” the young man says. “Stay beside me a little longer.”
 
Her response is delayed by busy lips and caressing hands. “Aoea!” The word the girl utters, depending on inflection, is able to convey a wealth of emotions. “I cannot. I must return soon, my true joy, before my husband”—the word is spit out as though it were bitter fruit—“misses me.”

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ISBN (Print):
ISBN (Electronic): 9781611875874
Genre: Contemporary
Date Published: 07/15/2013
Publisher: Untreed Reads

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