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Passing of Oxcacier

“Are we even yet, man?” she hissed, releasing him suddenly. Oxcacier spun wildly into a tree. Regaining balance, he staggered backward. Smiling to herself, the nymph jumped onto his back, her legs and arms tightly winding around his body. Nuzzling close to his neck, she delicately bit his ear. Whispering, she taunted him. “You are trapped, man. But I will set you free, if you ask to see my breasts.”
She squeezed hard. Oxcacier groaned, confounded by her strength. Gritting his teeth, his arms bulged as he tried to break free. The nymph kissed his neck and squeezed harder. “Ask me, man.”
“I… will… not!” Running backward, he thought to slam her up against a tree.

The tree moved. Sliding sideways, it dodged out of his path, a wayward branch slamming into his jaw in the process.
The nymph licked the trickle of blood from his chin. “Are you damaged, man?” she asked. Oxcacier staggered, catching his breath. With deft movements, she climbed around to his front, clinging tightly to his body. She kissed his lips. He looked down at her. Standing up on him, she pushed his face into her chest. “Smell me, man. Desire me.”

Oxcacier struggled, holding his breath. The nymph giggled, but held him firm. “Don’t tickle me, man. Smell me. Desire me.” She pushed him further between her breasts with one hand, pulled his hair with another.
Oxcacier’s lungs burned as he thrashed wildly. “Breathe!” the nymph commanded, pounding him on the back. Oxcacier lurched forward, staggering about, the pain in his chest growing more unbearable every second. “Breathe!” She thumped him again, her fist slamming into his side.

Oxcacier gasped wildly, struggling as his mouth opened against his will. Inhaling deeply, he tensed for spasms of expected pain. Nothing but sweet, warm air, sensuously perfumed by an erotic, womanly aroma, wafted through his nose. The fragrance dulled his senses and he quieted, his struggles ceasing. Smiling, the nymph bent down and kissed his forehead, loosening her grip a little to slide back down to his height.

“You smell divine!” Oxcacier breathed huskily. She giggled, easily wriggling free of his clumsy attempt to cuddle her. He staggered after her, but she held up her hand in gesture to stop him.
“Do you desire me, man?” She smiled. “I have beautiful breasts. I’ll show you them, if you ask me.”
“Please show me.”

Her smile widened in delight. With a flash of a sharp fingernail, she severed the thread between her breasts, the fabric snapping free of her body. Stretching languidly, she exposed herself fully before his open-mouthed gaze. “Are they not beautiful, man?”
Oxcacier merely gaped.

“Come to me, man. Touch my breasts.” She gestured him forward as he stumbled to do her bidding. He reached out tentatively and she grasped his hands, pulling him to her, squeezing his rough fingers around her luxurious cups. Arching back, she moaned, then twisted as she yanked him over with her other arms, falling sideways to land on top of him. She sliced through the layers of clothing he wore, baring his body beneath hers, pressing down upon him.

“Do you desire me, man?”
Inhaling deeply, he slurred his positive reply. She sliced the strand that held her g-string together, slinging the item away into the brush. Dragging one of his hands away from its place over her breast, she ran it through the velvety hair that curled down from her navel.

“Can I love you, man?” she asked him, suggestively using his fingers to probe her body. He nodded, and she abruptly straddled him, settling down in pleasure. An odd tingle of pain ran through his body, but the nymph lay upon him, kissing his chest. Her scent rose up to him, filling him with desire for her. All other feelings faded from his mind as he surrendered to her ardent caresses.

Smiling to herself, the nymph bit deeply into the flesh above his heart and began to suck his blood.

Previously, Jungle Nymph Spurned
Sunday, September 23, 2001


Thursday, May 27, 2004, Ben wrote…
The sordid end to Oxcacier. Outmatched by the nymph, poor chap.

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