3,99 €
Mehr erfahren.
Borneo is still a land of mysteries and wonders, a small jungle island in the tropical sea where tigers and elephants live together with the most dangerous people of the world: the headhunters! To stop the cruel practice Princess Matala is chosen to marry the murderer of her brother to restore the peace between the tribes - and to prevent further bloodshed she fights for her ideals like a tigress: Matala surely was a role model and a heroine and she shouldn't be forgotten . . .
Das E-Book können Sie in Legimi-Apps oder einer beliebigen App lesen, die das folgende Format unterstützen:
Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2018
Ähnliche
Tupan's Bride
A little Princess from the Jungle takes on the World!
BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 MunichTupan's Bride
Tupan's Bride
by Pierre d'Amour
BookRix Edition 2018
Copyright by Amé
Pierre d'Amour:
TUPAN'S BRIDE
A little Princess from the Jungle takes on the World!
Cover illustration from Pinterest
without a copyright attached!
1 - A Summer in Kalimantan
A Summer in Kalimantan
My younger twin sisters Seriba and Sira were playing at the stream, they were completely naked and were rubbing each other with the healthy white mud from the bank, they were both extremely beautiful girls and were just entering the age of sexual curiosity. Their boyish bodies were just beginning to fill out with the soft female padding, which was driving the boys crazy with lust - in a few years they would be the talk of the whole Kayan valley and would attract suitors from far and wide! My first red moon had bloomed two months ago and since then I was craving to be touched: I had become fertile and was surely to be married soon, as it was the custom, but I was scared! In our stubborn society boys and girls still got circumcised before the wedding ceremony with the silly promise, to have more fun in the hammock, but I couldn't understand the need for pain to feel more pleasure - the bloody ritual made no sense to me!
I had watched the circumcision of my brother Angin from far, he was going to be married but his bride never showed up, the Balong Family had claimed, that she was taken by a crocodile instead! I had heard him screaming in pain and kicking like a mule to get away, then he was bleeding for three days before he was able to piss again without cries of agony - I could only imagine the pain I would have to suffer after the knife was taken to my hypersensitive clitoris! I was watching the Pinang boys washing themselves in the water on the other side of the stream, I could clearly see their dickels and when they were teasing each other they both got a decent erection, I was fascinated by their erotic games and I was adoring those hard dancing dervishes - they were perfectly beautiful and there was absolutely no need to cut something off them! The pleasure of having a husband surely came with a painful price tag in the Kayan jungle and I would consider my options carefully before I was opening my legs for a bloody hunting knife!
By now Seriba and Sira had spotted the aroused boys as well and were waving their hands and shouting encouragements, they were jumping around naked like little vixens and didn't feel any shame! We Iban people had come from heaven and were children of the Gods, we loved to be naked and the word shame hadn't been existing in our vocabulary until Reverend Peddersen came along to explain it to us. The advice to be properly covered under the all-seeing eyes of the Lord came from the tall blond Dutchman from the Christian mission at Long Sawang, he was convinced, that we all were sinners and soon we all would end up in the eternal fire of hell! Normally the Iban girls were proud to show themselves topless, but some of the older and more religious women had began to wear blouses and shirts to get a credit in heaven - I was just wearing a simple loincloth and when I was watching the two boys frolicking in the water I felt the ants moving in and my pussy began to itch again: I needed a lover soon, of that I was sure!
Reverend Peddersen had also spoken about the importance of unconditional love and the necessity of constant forgiveness to gain access to the heavenly paradise - and sometimes it seemed to me, that he was loving to ogle our cute naked little titties through his big spectacles and was forgiving us the sin of being beautiful instantly! I found the story of his hero Jesus quite astonishing, the idea to sacrifice your life for the sins of your brothers was a doctrine we Ibans had never thought about: we were always quick to kill and to ask questions later! Our ancestors had collected the heads of their enemies on their shelves and been rewarded with trinkets or promotions for their bravery - for our people murder had never been a sin but it had always been: the Reverend was absolutely right! He had this gentle way of persuasion I couldn't resist, he had the words I was longing for and I never got bored to listen to his sermons about angels and devils, about the attraction between the sexes and the eternal temptation to sin!
The Pinang brothers had now seen me too, sitting hidden in the shade under a chicken soup tree, they were waving their long dickels at me as an invitation to have some fun, but they weren't allowed to cross the stream and so was I: the stream was the border between our lands and it was securing the peace between the tribes. If I wanted to have some fun I had do it with Angin, and of course we had no real sex together because we could be brother and sister - living in a longhouse with the whole family was a rather confusing situation and you never knew, which man was actually your father, the women often wandered off into the bush to meet a secret lover! Angin said, that he was my stepbrother and that it wasn't a sin when he was touching me - Iban boys were usually a bit shy to expose their genitals, but Angin had no scruples to let me see his dickel and to make it grow in my hands. And apart from the tame mouse deer his dickel was my favourite toy - if I wanted to end up as a good wife I was better practicing a bit before!
Of course Angin was practicing as well: he had learned quickly how to touch me to make me moan, he was loving all the little bird noises I was making when he was fondling my wet sex - and whenever I made him spill his seed he was promising to marry me, but that was just a silly fantasy: Grandpa would never allow it! The only union was between a man and a woman the missionary had said, but I was well aware, that my twin sisters were showing clear signs of lesbianism, they were hugging and kissing each other like lovers and just to watch them made me horny! Seeing those two slender bodies rubbing together in a demanding embrace, seeing their mouths lips to lips and tongue to tongue made me shiver - they were still sleeping in the same hammock and sometimes I heard then giggle all night long. They made me jealous and feel lonely, and I was kind of wishing, that I could be part of their intimate relationship - up to now I had been the responsible older sister, but those girls didn't need my protection anymore!
Granny Mulan was preparing the rice for dinner when we were returning to the longhouse, she was as old and gnarled as a ghost tree, but her wit had lost none of it's sharpness and her sense of humour was still as fresh as ever! Her hips gave her troubles and the left ankle had gone stiff, but despite all the pain she must be suffering Granny Mulan never left a hint of it, and she gave us three girls a huge black smile when she saw us coming up the path - black because of the betel nuts she was chewing all day long! Sorting and washing the rice was a ceremony in our culture and Granny took her daily task very serious, she was always humming a happy tune when she was flicking the bad corns at the chicken around her feet. Brother Angin had caught two sizeable river perches from the long boat with his fishing spear and was cleaning them out by the tap, he was surrounded by seven different species of birds who were greedily fighting for the scraps and offal - the setting was as peaceful as it was alive: this place was my home!
