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A young naked savage from the end of the rainbow forest has to learn quickly about the cruel world outside the jungle - he doesn't like it, he himself places the bomb and blows it all sky-hight out of the water . . .
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017
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Eyes of the Amazon
A savage Tale of Murder and Love!
BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 MunichEyes of the Amazon
Eyes of the Amazon
by Pierre d'Amour
BookRix Edition 2016
Copyright by Amé
Pierre d’Amour:
EYES OF THE AMAZON
A savage Tale of Murder and Love!
Cover photo by David Lazar
1 - The Settis
Like a bronze statue she stood there on the boulder in a solid stance without a single movement, stark naked and poised for the kill: she was the ultimate beauty frozen in time! Her skin was glowing like gold in the last sunlight, her long straight hair was flowing down her slender back like a glossy snake carved from a branch of the oily blackwood tree, and as usual she had painted her stubby nipples and her pouting sex with the red ochre clay from the banks of the wide and sluggish river - to protect those sensitive regions from the painful bites of the swarms of blood-thirty mosquitoes attacking at sunset. Her muscles were as rigid as hewn from the sheer rock and her almond eyes were squinted into the narrow slits of utter concentration - the long arrow in her short willow bow was pulled back to the barbed horn tip, pointing straight down into the swirly flow of the deep dark water - patiently waiting for her prey!
Her name was Selima, meaning Wild Flower in our rather limited language, and she was certainly as wild as she was beautiful! Selima was one of my three sisters, and she was definitely the one I loved the most - she was as clever and strong as I had thought only men could be, and she was as elegant and graceful a young woman as I never ever had imagined to exist! Whenever I was watching her like this I got a huge erection, my dickel grew straight towards her in his own mind, expressing lust and love as well - a physical emotion Selima appreciated very much. But in certain circumstances she could ignore my growing arousal completely, and now she was nothing more than a rigid monument of stealth and power without visible emotion, strung to the brink, ready to let fly at the first sign of a silver spark under water - and there it was: the quick flash of scaly skin, and she recoiled like a spring!
Selima immediately dropped the bow and jumped after the arrow like a frog, not willing to loose the accurate missile and to let the catch get away with it! She was wrestling in the murky water like a heroine with her prey, and finally pulled it onto the sand of the narrow beach by the tail: it was huge, ugly and glossy, nearly as long as herself and a pretty good match to her strength! I immensely enjoyed the wrestle between the woman and the fish, until she finally knocked the bastard cold with a rock and regained her arrow: Selima was the king fisher of the Deer Clan on the lower slopes of the towering Andes Mountains at the roots of the mighty Amazon River - and that heavy catfish was sure big enough to feed the whole clan! But then it was me as usual which had to carry the slimy catch up the slippery track to the longhouse!
The Settis, Deer Clan, called me Uomo, The Eyes, and even if names in our small society were changed frequently according to special achievements or changes in appearance, I was always The Eyes! Of course I was named thus after the poisonous green colour of my eyes, which was a absolute rarity and a suspicious exception within the tribes of the natives in the rain forest. Our old medicine man Tibbo, Blind Snake, was absolutely sure that my mother Pipa, Flirting Dove, was raped by a white alien with bad blood, and it was about two years after my birth when she had disappeared without a trace from the longhouse! Old Tibbo had declared her a whore and me a bastard - he had wished her good riddance and he had banned me from intercourse within the clan, not to taint the pure blood of the tribe! This was a mean curse, but Tibbo was the law: I loved Selima with all my heart, and I desired her like a lover!
Of course: sharp eyes in the jungle were the grant for survival: to spot the green viper in the foliage, the golden scorpion in the sand, the red jumping ants on the track and the black hairy spiders in the shadows before they bit you was essential for a long life in the dangerous forests along the Amazon! Most of the local plants and berries were poisonous and could be only consumed by adding a cleansing amount of white clay to the daily diet. Our clan was growing manioc, bananas and passion fruit, beans and corn too to ensure a healthy sustain. The boys were hunting deer, monkeys and tapirs - the girls excelled at fishing and gardening! But all this was risky business: the sly mountain lions were contesting the hunt, the sleazy crocodiles always on the wait for a bite, and the huge strangling snakes were as long as our community house, ready to choke a baby or a dog - or to devour the old bony Tibbo with his ugly rotten grass wig!
Yes: my skin was certainly paler than the skin of the others, my eyes were the wrong colour and my nose cute and straight - but it was actually my dickel that gave me away as a stranger: my foreskin was too short to hide the pink plum, and like a beacon of love the juicy fruit attracted all eyes! The dogs liked to lick it, the girls liked to touch it and the mosquitoes liked to bite it - so Auntie Cariba, Water Bird, painted the pink pecker with the red ocher herself, seemingly to protect me against all the unnecessary attention! She was a gentle old bird with thin stalky legs and a long flexible neck, her nose was like a beak and her eyes as dreamy as the ones of a duck - but she was the mother hen which protected me like I was her own chick, which was fighting with old Tibbo for my sake - there was no doubt that everybody loved me, but I wore the stigma of a stranger! I wasn't looked at as a threat, I was a challenge to the tribe's tradition.
Just to watch Selima's lovely brown buttocks jiggling up the forest path in front of me threw me into a new wave of affection: I was sure that she would break the spell sooner or later and let me love her, but for the moment I was just holding on to the huge slippery catfish in despair! As usual, the youngest sister Prima, Puppy Dog, was waiting for us at the clearing, curious and jealous at once! Little Prima was absolutely cute, well endowed with bulging breasts and a generous padding around her hips - and she had invited me already too many times to lay on her, to do it with her, and she had always promised to keep such an illegality a secret! She was reading the growing frustration from my face, and more and more I was wilting towards her, towards her promises of letting me touch her pert breasts and of opening her plump thighs for me! And just thinking about the delight made my dickel stand up straight like a warrior!
We were the honest people: we had nothing to hide! We slept on deerskins and the woman enjoyed a bout of weaving differently coloured fibers to cloth or blankets, but nobody ever challenged the idea of making clothes to wear - we were the honest people! And, of course the girls googled the natural emotion of the male sex with a giggle, happy to be admired and desired. But to spend a day hunting and fishing with Selima kept me in a constant state of arousal, which after a joyful while turned into torture - and a strange unknown feeling crept into my heart, a feeling like guilt or shame for desiring the forbidden fruits! My oldest brother Willco, Deer Hunter, could have his pick of the harem whilst I was excluded like a thief. The other brother Tacco, Gay Monkey, would have had the same rights to the girls as Willco did, but unfortunately he was only interested in boys, and he exploited my frustration with passion!
