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When Alejandro knelt to sketch in the sand, Asta moved with him, squatting easily with her feet flat on the ground and the skirt of her dress riding up so high that she realized it was showing off what lay between her legs. That made Alejandro uncomfortable, she thought, made a lot of them uncomfortable. It wasn't like she was trying to marry him, it was just...normal. Like being in the sweat tent, or even the semi-permament saunas they had adopted from the Finns and built at multiple places in their wide ranging lands, enjoying them whenever they were near. It was just your body, but she knew that sometimes it meant more, especially to boys and girls her age and older, so she changed her position to kneeling in the sand and pushed the pretty white and pink pleated skirt into place so nothing more than her thighs showed.

A boy and a girl. That was easy to figure out and she affirmed it by pointing at the boy "Poika," and then the girl, "Tyttö." Asta smiled and pushed some of her baby fine hair out of the way of her face before pointing at him. "Alejandro - Poika," then at herself, "Asta - Tyttö." Looking back she saw the other two and gestured. "Giulia Tyttö, Ae...Aer," she stumbled over his name and did the best she could, "Aerin Poika. Alejandro, Aerin - Poika. Giulia, Asta - Tyttö."

A puzzled look on her face, she tried to follow along with his next set of gestures, trying to understand what he was talking about. It dawned on her that the line on the boy figure was his penis, and that was reinforced when he pointed to his own groin and the figure and then the strange buzzing object. Asta took it back from him, looking between it and him and the drawing, then followed along as he gestured some more. Slowly, Asta moved the object towards herself, between her pressed together legs and just under the hem of her skirt when she realized -

Dropping it into the sand, still buzzing, Asta stood up and backed away, heels making furrows rather than individual prints in the sand. It was...well she didn't know what it was, or what it was for really, but it was something that wasn't what she thought it was and it had made Alejandro nervous too. And she'd brought it to him, made him feel that way. What if it was taboo? Had she done something really wrong?

"Anteeksi," she said, voice high and fast, the turned and walked deeper into the trees, pushing past broad-leafed plants and moving deeper into the dense foliage until she could still hear but not see the ocean.
 
Giulia approached the couple as they were drawing something on the sand, feeling a bit of discomfort as if she was about to interrupt the chats of a couple, but when she noticed what's in Asta's hands... "...un cazzo di gomma?" thought her with surprise in her eyes "...cosa diavolo ci fa 'sta qui con un cazzo di gomma!?"; but as soon as the curvy girl saw the way the nordic one held such a lustful object in her hands as if it was a doll or a toy of sort and the way in wich Alejandro, with awkward glances drew on the sand, made the italian to understand the situation better.

Giulia came to them when most of their talks or explainations were already told but she managed to be there for the example of Asta, as she pointed the male figure in the sand and then the other, skirted figure, saying something; she then pointed at Alejandro repeating the words she used before for the stickman and then to herself and, this time, she also pointed at Giulia <<Tytto>>. Giulia looked at them with her arms crossed beneath her ample bust, unadvertidedly raising and placing her bountyful breasts up over the shelf of her arms as she inwardly giggled at the word Tytto, kinda reminding her of how close many words of the world were: Tytto in her scandinavian language... Tette in italian... Tits in english... "heh..." she tought "Il mondo accomunato dalle tette".

Still, being Giulia at the back of Asta, she couldn't have seen the sparkle of realization hitting the young girl, she just saw, trough her heavy glasses, the nording girl knelt and moving the vibrator between her legs and moving upward, right where her opening lied. Uncrossing her hands and ready to go away, thinking that the nordic girl, using the sterotypical freedom that imbibes such populations, was about to use that rubber-made cock right there and right now, but as soon as she felt a wave of awkward-induced blush in her cheecks, she heard the young girl to gasp and throw that humming thing in the sand. As if Asta touched a cursed thing, Giulia saw a certain discomfort in the blonde girl's face and eyes, even reading fear.

Giulia tried to approach her and touch Asta's shoulders <<...Non ti preoccupare...>> said her with calm voice <<...è... è normale...>> but her words were not heard nor listened to and the young girl just ran trough the trees. She saw her to run. Alone. In an unexplored island.

<<ASPETTA!>> yelled the curvy italian girl, an hand moving in her direction, in a silent hope of calming her, yet, she only saw her blonde hairs to disappear in the darkness of the forest in front of them. Giulia looked in the eyes of Alejandro and nodded <<Io vado>> and with that, she ran in the same direction, pressing her soft feets over the holes made in the sand by Asta's frightened feets; "Oh boia... ma che le è preso?" tought her while running into the jungle, feeling not the fears of a jungle but the need to help the other girl, to comfort her "...anche se è vergine un cazzo è sempre un cazzo... mica morde..." tought her with a pout before taking a deep breath, feeling the hot sun to leave place with the fresh darkness of the jungle, feeling her heavy breasts to jump and bounce heavily at each step she took.
 
At night, while everyone else rested, Kim-Ly was hard at work. She had begun to make things that would be useful to their survival. By the time morning rolled by the young Asian had already created several lengths of rope. She accomplished this by tearing palm leaves in extremely thin and long fibers that could bend with out breaking. Then she began to twist them together in hand fulls at a time. This took most of the night to accomplish and she had to stoke the fire several times so she could see. Once she had about 80 feet of rope she set the rope next to the tree she had been resting under earlier in the day. Next she took the remaining strands of fiber and began to make farmer hats. She barley had enough strands left to make one for each member of the party. She knew these cone shaped hats would help the group be protected from the sun, especially the young white one who had seen just how mean the sun can be. After that she grabbed her makeshift machete and began inspecting the trees along the beach. She hadn't realized how far she had travelled before finding one she liked. But without​ a moment of thought she began hacking at the trunk of the tree with the bladed.

Before long the tree collapsed sending sand into the dark night. A few coconuts falling​ off on impact. She pulled several of the leafs off of the tree and made a makeshift carrying pouch. She harvested the coconuts and put them into the pouch that hung around her torso like a satchel. Then she bent down and picked up the bottom of the palm she had cut down before looking around. Something caught her attention causing her to drop the tree and walk towards the jungle with an excited expression on her face. She walked over to another palm that was hidden by the one she had chopped down. It looked similar to the others, but it bared a different kind of food. Grabbing another palm leaf she used it to climb the tree. Wrapping it around the trunk about shoulder level she leaned back and put her feet on the bottom of the trunk and gently pushed. With a deep breath she began sliding the leaf up the tree a few feet at a time and the walked her feet up a bit before repeating the process. Before long she reached the top and met the bushels of yellowish green berries that hung from the trees. "trái chuối!" She exclaimed though no one was around to hear. She took both ends of the leaf into one hand and held on tight as she began tugging on the largest group of the fruit she could find. Once she got it free she set it in the satchel and with grace slid down the tree. She then returned to the tree she cut down and picked it up again before beginning her journey back to the group. It was here that she realized she had travelled about an hour away from the group. She figured it would take her longer to make the return trip with her load.

By the time she had gotten to where sf could see the group it was already morning and everyone else was doing their own thing. Off in the distance she noticed Asta trail off into the jungle and gulia follow. She wondered if the girl had found something in the vegetation. Maybe a fresh source of water? Who knows. Before long Kim-Ly approacged the group. With an exhausted smile, she drug the tree over near where she had sat the rope and hats she had made and dropped it before heading over to Alejandro. She had figured by having such a knife collection he was a chef and that he might be happy to see what she found for the group. She grabbed one of the hats on her way and handed it to him before stretching open the leaf carrier to reveal the bananas and coconuts. "Chuối" she said pulling one of the elongated fruits from the bushel.
 
Aerin arrived just in time to see Asta drop the vibrator and take off towards the jungle followed closely behind by Giulia. Turning to Alejandro he gave the man a questioning look the pointed to the sex toy still buzzing on the ground, then to the girls and gave him a shrug.

Turning to look where the ladies went he caught a glimpse of Giulia just as she entered the treeline. Making several sharp gestures with his hands and cursing in his head profusely Aerin took off after them. He wasn't thinking straight, or really at all. He had no way really call out to them, and he couldn't hear them respond even if he did, but all the same he felt the need to go after them, who knew what danger they would find in that jungle.

As he reach the tree line he pressed into it where the other two had entered. There were a few signs of which way they had went, and Aerin started to rip up leaves and fronds, break branches and twigs leaving them hanging. He was making a more defined trail back to the temporary camp.

As he pushed through the vegetation his towel got snagged and pulled away from his waist. He thought about stopping to grab it, but didn't feeling that any stalling could cause him to loose the trail of the two, the brush was getting thicker as he moved deeper into it. He needed to catch up to the girls so he could get them back to the others safely. They could explore all they wanted but they needed to be careful about it, set up markers to find their way back and let others find them if necessary.
 
Alejandro nodded with a smile when Asta seemingly started to understand, even sharing words for the different genders, if Alejandro was not mistaken. Good, she was smart and quick to catch up what he meant, so perhaps this could be easier than thought, so the shorter the embarrassment the better. His gestures became more effusive, more expressive as he seemed to be getting to the point with ease. Alejandro wondered how the cute girl would react when she finally understood what it was for, would she nonchalantly laugh and lighten the mood? Or would she be embarrassed and join Alejandro in his blushing? Giulia came next, the amused look on her face wasn't making Alejandro's task any easier, but he wasn't going to stop what he was doing. If he just fell silent, how would she understand that he meant no ill? So he pressed on with his explanation.

When Asta realized what the object meant, or so Alejandro thought, her reaction was as nothing he would have expected. Dropping it to the ground like it was a rattlesnake, she voiced something with a strange pitch in her voice and bolted into the jungle. "Asta! Espera!" Alejandro managed to shout, but it was no use. "Pero qué demonios? Igual la he asustado..." he mumbled, feeling bad for her. He was baffled and looked at Giulia, who reacted faster and bolted after Asta without a second thought. "No se que ha pasado... no quería hacer nada malo..." Alejandro muttered to Kim-Ly and Aerin, one with her usual no nonsense approach and calm had brought fruit for the group, while the barely dressed tattooed man ran in Giulia's pursuit. "Me cago en la puta, menuda banda. Y yo el primero por meterme donde no me llamaban, pobre cría. Es tan fuerte y tan libre que... hostia, no se por que cojones sigo aquí" Alejandro was ranting, almost if he chastised himself. "Espera" he made a gesture with both hands to Kim-Ly to stay in camp, someone had to and the woman looked tired. Having reacted so late and spent time lamenting himself, there was no use on trying to go fast and try to outrun the other three that had a head start on him. What he could do, even if he was far from being an expert, was using his little mountaineering experience of youth to try and follow the mess the other three had left in their run.

At the beginning it was easy to tell apart the footprints of Asta's recently acquired tennis sneakers from Giulia's and Aerin's barefoot ones, but a few steps into the thick and it was already impossible to distinguish, he could just follow a trail of messed foliage and broken twigs. Deeper inside the jungle, Alejandro noticed something odd. How far in would Asta go? Even if she was disgruntled, angry, scared, embarrassed or whatever the hell went through her head to bolt off like that, she seemed smarter than to just delve too deep, so maybe he missed on something and so did the others. The rough trail of messed up foliage went on, and Alejandro's hopes were for naught as his eyes rested on something white, only to notice that it was Aerin's towel hanging from a branch. The Spanish man stopped, it was no use to follow on his comrade's footsteps. If they managed to find Asta, they would bring her back so he wasn't of no help there, and if they had lost her track, following them would do no good.

As he stopped and tried to think, Alejandro stopped and tried to listen. The roar of the sea seemed a distant mumble now, far on his back, the last clue to find his way back. Breathing deeply, he could swear he heard a similar sound up front, roughly in the way Aerin had seemingly gone after Giulia. Perhaps there was a stream of water there? That would be amazing, and he didn't know of any other thing that could make such a sound. Above all that, a small squeak sounded in a different way that Aerin had followed after Giulia, a not too far off high pitched sound alerted him. He couldn't identify it, but the fear for Asta's well being made him think it could be her, either screaming or crying, and it would be his fault for being such a brick head. The sound faded, but Alejandro tried to go through the jungle in that direction, trying to keep the sense of where was he headed to as it was terribly easy to get lost in there.

Alejandro's steps took him to a small clearing a bit further than he would have expected, finding a quite odd sight in it. Crumbled and rotten pieces of wood were on the ground, seemingly part of some kind of construction of old. The vision that had impressed him, something that he would take as a message if he was more religious, was a wooden cross still managing to stay uptight, even if crooked. Somebody had been there before them, decades, perhaps even centuries ago, what was that place? Who had they been? Alejandro's awe and curiosity soon stepped aside, as he heard that high pitched sound, that squak once again, but now it sounded so close that he noticed how wrong had he been. That sound was no cry, no scream, at least not coming from a human, even less the one he was looking for. Black eyes like ink stared at him at the edge of the clearing, soon deciding he was an intruder, an enemy. Alejandro was no man of action, but even he managed to pull his knife out of the pocket, holding it against the charging beast as well as he could, his world turning around as the sheer velocity of the impact took him to the ground.

Alejandro had felt resistance against his right hand, the liquid warmth of blood around his hand telling that he had indeed landed a blow, even if clumsy. The beast was over him, crooked teeth threatening to chew his face, his neck off. It was as black as the night, not exactly a boar as in his desperate defense he could see no prominent tusks, but something more similar to a black pig from his own country. Alejandro was too busy keeping the beast's stinking mouth away from biting him as to make guesses, as the impact had made him lose his knife somewhere. He wouldn't last long, seeing the cross against the sky as if mocking him why that hellish beast tried to kill him. Tempted to pray, he focused on defending himself, growing weaker and weaker on his fight as the weight of the pig made him short on breath. When he thought all was lost, a flash of white, a bright blur appeared between the animal and the cross. "Asta?" he gasped, wondering, hopeful.
 
Giulia was running in the forest, chasing the image of the white clothes of Asta that flew with almost etereal lightness beneath the dim-light of the jungle beneath the canopy of the trees; in her brown eyes, she still saw the picture of Asta, but in reality, she was just running in the same direciton, calling for the blonde girl now and then. "Non posso averla persa..." thought her while looking in every direction, hoping to capture even a glance of the running girl's hairs above the short bushes, still, nothing.
Giulia then resumed her run, but after a few more steps, the italian girl stopped: Her breath was coming in quick, sharp gasps, her throat dry, her bare feets burning and accusing her for every bump, for every stone, thron or branch she walked upon without care... her legs trembled too, as she was not used for runs that were longer than the few meters in order to catch the bus.

With her legs aching and her lungs claiming for air, while the merciless jungle, warm and moist, made her breathe like if she was underwater, around her, hidden in the green foliage, birds of every kind singed and chirped, sounding like a derisive and taunting laugh in her ears.

<<...Asta...no...>> murmured her while a warm tear fell on her cheek "io... io l'ho persa... ho perso Asta... " her eyes wandered for the sorrounding, always in the hope of hearing the pale girl's giggle, or a glimples of her hairs, anything... only the merciless laughter of the parrots and other birds and...
As to perk her ears, she remained silent, listening to a muffled roar... loud... watery and thunderous... like the sea... but constant...

<<...t-torrente!>> yelped her, still, her legs felt like butter and the pain slowly growing in her feets "...magari Asta ha sentito ed è andata là!" thought her, before trying again to get up.

But as she was prompting herself up, a rustling of leafes in the bushes behind her made her blood to frooze and turn her head, she gulped before managing to get her voice up <<...A-Asta!? ....s...sei tu!?>>
 
People who lived in close proximity to animals knew better than to think they were as cute and friendly as ones show in a Disney movie. Animals were, well, animals with the same base drives and instincts that made them potential threats at any time. More than once she'd seen a seemingly domesticated reindeer turn on a herder, especially during rut, to hook at them with their antlers or stand up on their hind legs and bash at them with their sharp front hooves. Animals were dangerous, vicious creatures and Alejandro was being mauled by one!

They might have thought him soft, thought him weak especially compared to the tattooed man, but Alejandro was a fighter. Scarlet ribbons of blood coursed down the animal's hide, vivid against the black skin that was patchy with spiky bits of hair. Alejandro had stabbed the animal though it seemed far from a mortal blow. The pig was trying to savage Alejandro's face, back legs digging at the ground to try and gain leverage and even though he was holding the animal back for the moment he was in real danger of being seriously hurt.

Her own knife, the one this same brave man had given her, was back in camp. Even if she had it Asta would have hesitated to take it on with just a knife and longed for a rifle with which to dispatch the beast. Her hands would be useless so there was only one thing to do. Pausing to grab the crucifix out of the ground, she swung it in a quick sideways arc, short arm held parallel to the ground. Every animal had two real vulnerable spots they were always protective of.

One was the eyes. Any animal flinched away from a blow to the eyes. But the pig's head was trying to bury itself in Alejandro's throat so she did not dare try to hit it there.

A squeal of pure outrage sounded as the arm of the cross buried itself in the sensitive skin around the boar's anus. It trampled across Alejandro, poor man, but it did break away only to turn and glare at Asta. She didn't give it any time to gather it's courage, screaming at it and swinging the now broken cross at it's face, forcing it back and back and back until it turned and scrambled away, leaving a smear of blood on the greenery surrounding the clearing. Not turning away from where it disappeared, she slowly walked backwards until she was standing near Alejandro's head as he lay on the ground, edge of the tennis skirt swaying almost enough to offer him a glimpse of Heaven but always leaving him in Limbo.

"Alejandro!" she called, voice worried. "Alejandro. Nouse ylös. Nouse ylös!" she urged and bent at the knees, holding a hand out to offer to help him rise.
 
Kim had just returned with a fresh batch of fruit and now everyone was running off into the jungle. That was a bad idea in her opinion. They had no idea what k8nd of animals were contained with in this island by the ocean. With a small sigh Kim-Ly sat her palm leaf satchel down in a empty suitcase and closed it to precent insects from getting at the food. She walked over to the edge of the ocean and kneeled down sitting on her legs. The waves rolling in and gently breaking on her knees to get around her. A soft smile formed on her face as she leaned down and gently ran her fingers across the water as if petting a puppy. " Cảm ơn bạn về lươn ngày hôm qua. Và tất cả các nguồn cung cấp bạn rửa trên bờ. Bạn đã làm rất nhiều để giúp chúng tôi. Tôi sợ rằng tôi sẽ yêu cầu sự giúp đỡ của bạn một lần nữa trong một vài ngày. " she spoke gently as if she was speaking to the ocean.
 
Breaking through the brush with relative ease Aerin continued to head in the direction of the disturbed foliage. It wasn't long before he ran through a patch of large leaves and ended up standing naked behind Giulia who was breathing heavily. He looked around quickly to see if he could spot Asta.

Not seeing her he walked to Giulia who was looking at him and pointed to her then raised his hand up with his index finger and thumb in a circle and the other three fingers raised in the 'okay' hand sign. He made a gesture of looking around and pointed at her again, the at the empty air beside her, held his hand to about Asta's height, moved his fingers in a running motion and finally shrugged. He hoped that she would get that he was asking about the other girl.

Taking the time to catch his breath, even though he wasn't showing signs of breathing very heavily he noticed a familiar damp smell of running water. It was so distinct that he couldn't mistake it for the other smells that filled his nose. The scent of the earth, and vegetation were strong but it was clear as day to him, he smelled water nearby that wasn't the same as the salty refreshing scent of the ocean.

A huge smile spread across his face and he closed the small distance between him an Giulia. Excitedly he pointed to himself, then his nose, then moved his hand in a flowing waving motion in front of his chest in imitation of water flowing. Lifting his face up he took in a long deep breath through he nose and smiled. Lifting the first three fingers of his hand up in the shape of a W he tapped them twice to his bottom lip, the sign for water, then followed up with cupping his hand like he was holding a glass and brought it to his lips. Pointing to Giulia he reached out and touched her ear and repeated the gesture for water again.
 
Giulia was still knelt over the fresh and soft foliage of the jungle as the rustling sound of moved bushes and broken branches came nearer and nearer, at the point in which she closed her eyes and started to pray whichever God would have helped her poor and lost soul to face whatever demonic beast would have appeared from the depths of the jungle, but as the sound came to a breaking point at her back, she spotted the naked body of a man; Looking at this body, ciseled and muscled, tattooed and tanned, with open-wide eyes, she recognized, then the handsome face of Aerin, looking at the sorroundings before spotting the curvy girl crumbled in despair at his feets, not so far away from him.

She remained silent, frozen, she didn't knew if frozen by fear or by his very presence... his NUDE presence... but she remained knelt, her rounded eyes followed his body from feets to his face, until her pride and self shook her gazing eyes to reality, making her brain to focus on his hand gestures. "...oh boia, che manzo... ... e che tarello... no, aspetta... segno di OK... ok, ...indice che gira... attorno, bene, attorno ok... bho, può essere" she tried to read his gestures as she rose to her feet, rather uncomfortable to bear the sight of his uncovered manhood right in line with her eyes. She looked at his other gestures and shook her head in a no, then, looking in his eyes, she repeated the height of Asta and repeated her shooking motion "...Asta non è qui..." thought her as if her thought would underline her point.

Giulia saw him to look around and sniff, inwardly giggling at the thought of Aerin being like an hunting hound, sniffing in the air for his target, and when he stopped and smiled at her with his wide smile, she blushed slightly as his uncovered body walked and dangled nearby until he gestured for something... slitherin... no... waves... "...yes! water!... " thought her with a smile, also following his other motions with the same smile, repeating the drinking-cup gesture he made, not hiding a bit of discomfort... or awkwardice... when he slowly moved his hand to touch her ear, tapping twice. She felt strange, but she understood the point "...ha annusato l'acqua..."

She also repeated the point, by tapping twice her right ear and the gesture he used for the flowing water, then, staying still she listened with care until with certainess, she pointed at her right and, with her right arm pointing at the sound of flowing water, she turned her head and smiled at Aering, mimicking the waving gesture with her left hand, even if, automatically, her left hand assumed assumed the |closed fist, thumb and pinkie extending from it, like horns | and mimicked like if she was drinking from the thumb. Then, she walked in front of him, trying to hide the blush burning in her cheecks and, adjusting her glasses, she walked forward, trying to listen carefully at the sound of splashing and flowing waters, her wide hips swaying with a slow gait, as her hurting feets tried to thread carefully over the hurtful and dangerous ground of the jungle.
 
Alejandro didn't manage to see what happened in the first place, what made the animal deafeningly squeal on his face, but once the pig had moved away scared and angry, he could see Asta wielding the wooden cross as a spear, keeping the beast at bay. The man wanted to help her, but he had enough task recovering the breath that the animal's weight had been denying him, wincing in pain at the stomps he had earned during the assault and when Asta attacked it. He could hear the animal running, seemingly away as Asta was approaching his fallen form to help.

"Mi ángel... mi ángel..." he repeated, surprised at Asta's rescue. A dry laugh made him cough, wheezing for air. He hoped that he didn't have anything broken, he didn't think so or he would be in a way greater pain than he was now. "Para ser un ángel casi se te ve todo..." he smiled at his own silly remark, accepting Asta's hand. As Alejandro managed to get up, he embraced the little girl tight, leaning on the deceptively strong girl for support while he recovered. How could he make Asta understand that it was all fine, that she didn't need to flee from him, that she saved him... As words faltered and Alejandro slowly retreated from her, just one idea crossed his mind when he looked at her face, just one way to convey that everything was fine.

Leaning back with the head slightly tilted, Alejandro kissed Asta, his gentle soft lips against her smaller ones, warm, tired and dry lips finding comfort on each other. Maybe with drawings he could end up leaning a word or two of whatever she spoke, as Alejandro didn't have the foggiest idea, and then it would be easier perhaps. He broke the kiss, hugged Asta briefly but tightly once more, and recovered his blood stained knife from the ground.

"Matanza" he muttered, remembering the time of the year when the pigs got slaughtered in his country, and how it was a festive even if bloody affair. "Del cerdo se aprovecha todo" he mumbled the popular saying, turning to Asta afterwards. The blood in his clothes, the one in the grass, even if his blow had been nothing but clumsy, it was a lot of blood for a pig to lose, and the beast couldn't last long. Alejandro wrinkled his nose with the help of a finger, giving himself a porcine appearance, then pointed to the traces of blood and the way the beast had disappeared. Back to Asta, he grunted like a pig, then moved his knife expertly then patted his slightly bulging belly.

That beast, specially if Asta understood and helped him, was going to end up as lunch.
 
Lips, dry and gentle and hot and so very, very wonderful pressed against hers and Asta's eyes widened, the blue adrift in an ocean of shocked white, and stayed that way through almost all of the time Alejando kissed her. Wood thumped onto the leaf littered and blood churned dirt at her feet, hands open and fingers loosely grasping at nothing at all, completely surprised by and lost in the kiss. Just as it turned magical, as she gathered her wits and her heart and closed her eyes to lose herself in it, her hands reaching out to try to find Alejandro's, he broke it, leaving her mouth parted and eyelids fluttering as she came back to herself. Fortunately the hug gave the girl a moment to recover and when he let go and turned to get his knife, she laughed to cover her reaction.

Her lips tasted of the blood that had splashed on his face, transferred to hers by accident, and a lighter but still very heady masculine tang that was solely Alejandro's. The back of her hand came off pink after Asta wiped it across her lips and when Alejandro turned back around she was just standing there, looking at it before letting it fall to her side.

So he wanted to track down the pig. That was easy to figure out and Asta respected him for it. He might look soft, gentle, but he wasn't afraid after being trampled and he wanted to go put down an animal that was wounded. Asta's admiration for him grew and it was almost becoming hero worship so she didn't hesitate but just nodded rapidly in agreement. When he turned to go though her hand, the same one that she'd wiped his kiss with, settled on his arm and tugged to stop him, to turn him around.

Fingers pointed to his knife, then to the broken, tumbled down cross, then to a young tree, almost as big around as her slender wrist, and she mimed chopping at it with her hand then picked up a small, long branch and held it like a spear, jabbing it towards the ground. There was plenty of time to track the pig, and better if they waited so it was weaker, but she didn't want to go into the jungle without any way to keep it at bay, to keep its slashing teeth off Alejandro and her.

Hoping he understood, Asta pointed to the tree again and made slow chopping motions, watching to see if he'd take her suggestion.
 
She had understood him it seemed, which made Aerin happy. He was worried about her negative response to knowing where Asta was, but excitement coursed through him at the thought of potentially finding fresh water.

Seeing the blush on her face he was confused for a moment before remembering that he was naked, having lost his towel somewhere in his dash into the jungle. He didn't feel embarrassed by being naked in front of her, nudity was natural and he had nothing to be ashamed of.

Walking behind her with his eyes occasionally drifting to her swaying hips admiringly he made a point to continue to break and tear foliage to mark their path as the wandered deeper into the jungle. He was going to have to make a better trail and markers at some point, but that would wait until they found the water and knew if it was drinkable or not.
 
Every step she made into the forest, the louder and clearer the sound of that splashing water became, until she started to smell the unmistakable and fresh smell of water. Alot of water. At a certain point Giulia stopped and turned her head, pointing her nose too with a smile, showing that now she was smelling it too, but doing so, she saw Aering standing there in its masculine stance, his beard and muscles, and his manhood dangling between his legs. She immediately turned her head away and proceeded forth "...manca poco... acqua fresca... tanta..." repeated her in her mind like a mantra, trying to ignore the pain that begun to pulse from her feets, unused and certainly unsuitable for a chase and a stroll in the forest. The jungle was so warm and moist that Giulia had to stop a few times to sweep her glasses from the fog that attached to the lenses, but the same warm moisture, moisture that increased as they walked trough the green and endless forest, made her tank-top to become as chafing as wearing it in the plain sun, with the difference that now it'll not dry out, but accumulate and accumulate moisture and her sweat.

They walked a few more meters, until Giulia stopped and, caught in awe, simply rose her finger and pointed to the scene in front of her: an impetuous and roaring stream fell from a side of what appeared the rocky side of an hill or a mountain, running over the raw and seemingly deadly sharp rocks until the water fell over the same dark and black-ish rocks in a thin trickle, while due to the fall, most of the water nebulized and become a soft and white cloud that kept falling in a century or millennia old endless rain that, a few meters away, recollected in what, from her point of view, appeared to be a lake.

The curvy girl was in awe, as the thought of witnessing such a breathtaking and heavenly sight would be possible only with the mainstream nature documentaries that would have accompanied a video with a triumphant song of Enya. ...but she was happy, and excited, feeling like an explorer that discovered the sources of the Nile or an ancient savage that discovered a way to make his tribe to survive...

Without thinking twice, Giulia smiled at Aering and hugged him tightly, almost jumping, pressing her body and glasses against him <<...ce l'abbiamo fatta!>> said her as they all will no longer have to fear for water.
 
Alejandro couldn't know if Asta understood that there was no reason to flee from him, that she didn't have to run into the jungle, that things were fine even if they turned awkward or communication failed between them, but her musical even if shaky laugh made him feel that things were alright. The fact that he had kissed her would still take some time to fully reach his own brain, now riding a wave of adrenaline and wanting little more than the most masculine and primal of goals that would include both revenge and getting meat in one single task.

He was marveled and how Asta and him seemed to be in sync, his brain not stopping to consider other facts that didn't take him into action, but glad that Asta nodded firmly, understanding that he wanted to hunt the creature. She did have a request though, and if Alejandro wasn't mistaken, she wanted to keep being her angel, armed with a spear. It sure was a way to further injure the pig and keep him away at the same time, so soon Alejandro broke a suitable branch of the tree, cleaned it of smaller ones and started to sharpen a point with his knife. It wasn't much different of making a walking stick to go around the mountains of his homeland, but this one's purpose was quite different.

"Asta?" he asked for her, presenting the weapon once it was done, seeing if it got the approval of the strong girl or it needed to change something. Once they were ready, he wanted to get going while his spirit was still high, and before the animal got too far or snatched by a different predator. If there was something in the island bigger than that, of course, something that Alejandro didn't even want to think of. Opening the march knife in hand while Asta was behind him made Alejandro felt fortunate, strong, adventurous. He was now sure that things were going to be fine, even if he didn't knew what the hell he was doing half the time.

Tracking down a path of dripping blood and stomped vegetation, the couple found the injured animal, still alive even if struggling, resting next to a tree. There was nothing more dangerous than a cornered animal, as the pig had learned when trying to stomp Alejandro, but now the tables had turned, and it was time for the humans to be careful against a beast that was far from beaten.
 
The improvised spear felt solid and comforting in her hands but Asta would still have rather had one of her father's or brother's rifles, or better yet her father or brothers with her as they tracked the animal. A wounded animal, even fatally wounded, could still turn on you and inflict terrible, savage damage before they died and it was always better to put them down beyond arm's reach. She worried for Alejandro, wondering if he was strong enough to do what had to be done when he wasn't in the moment of simply trying to survive. Asta almost hoped they didn't find it, that the animal just died alone but she also understood it would be a nice source of food for several days and if at all possible they needed to kill it.

Confidence returned somewhat as she followed Alejandro and he easily tracked the animal. It wasn't like on the steppes and in the snow, where the path was easily evident, and she expected him to have difficulty finding the animal but it had lost so much blood and left it on the ground that he went to where the pig resting near a tree, its hide slick with its blood and panting in shallow gasps. Asta laid a cautionary hand on Alejandro's shoulder and pulled him back a step or two. The animal's beady, terribly angry eyes followed them but the animal stayed put.

"Odota," she urged and kept her hand on his shoulder, not letting him go back forwad. "Odota," she said again and tensed up, not sure how to communicate what she needed. Instead she just shook her head and tried to pull him back another step. "Anna sen vuotaa kuolemaan. Se on lähes kuollut. Kuollut. Kuollut." After she repeated it she crossed her eyes and stuck her tongue out to the side, cocking her head at the same time, and pretended to gasp and then went silent.

Back by the tree the pig struggled to rise, back legs scrabbling in the dirt, and it fell back down with an anguished grunt, still alive but growing weaker.
 
Aerin trailed behind Giulia marking their path and trying his best to not stare to long at her swaying hips unless he got caught doing so. The smell of fresh water was getting stronger and he assumed they were drawing closer. His eyes snapped up from her lower body to her face when she started to turn around and he smiled at her when she pointed to her nose. She could smell it to now. He figured she was more following the sound of the water than anything else, something that he would never be able to do.

It wasn't long before they broke through the brush and were greeted by the most beautiful sight Aerin had seen in years. He didn't know if it was because of untouched serenity of the place, something that looked like a picture from a fantasy book or that there was such an abundance of fresh water for them to survive off of.

Instantly his mind went to work on what they would need to do to make a more permanent camp near the water. Clearing a campsite, building a shelter, digging a fire pit and lining it with stone, then his train of though was abruptly derailed.

Giulia's body crashed against his and her arms wrapped around him in a hug. He reacted before he could think and found his arms around the lovely woman pressing her soft, warm body to his. Lifting her from her feet he spun in a jubilant circle with her. Stopping where he started he kept her held tight in his arms, her feet still inches from the ground and smiled down brightly at her before lowering his face to lay a warm kiss on the center of her forehead.

Reluctantly letting her back to ground he held onto her for a moment longer enjoying the sensation of her body against his then finally let her go. Reaching down he took her hand in his and lead her towards the small lake. The shore was muddy and cool under his bare feet and he walked a few inches into the water before letting go of Giulia's hand and kneeling down. Cupping his hands together he dipped them into the cool water and brought it to his lips tasting it. A sigh of satisfaction rolled from between his lips and he went for a second drink.

Turning to look at Giulia he gave her a thumbs up, made the drinking motion, and then rubbed his stomach with a grin of satisfaction. She had found them drinkable water, things were going to be alright.
 
When she hugged him in that embrace, she wouldn't expect him to lift her up and joyfully spin around, sharing his joy for the finding with her. Sharing a puzzled gaze at him when he begun to lift her up with seemingly lack of efforts, shen held even tighter to his muscled body in the surprising spin he made with that young woman in his arms <<WOohoo!>> yelped her in that momentum with a wide and happy smile spread on her lips. When Aerin stopped his expression of joy, she was still in his arms, held in front of him...facing him and his eyes...and with her feets dangling free and away from the ground, and for the first time in her life, despite being more shapely than many womens, she felt like a little doll moved and spinned around without efforts, so tiny against that kind giant. "...oh boia..." thought her in almost absent mind, with the splashing sound of water all around her while that muscled and bearded man held her like a baby in his arms, totally voiding any thought of the girl when his lips kissed her forehead.

Blushing, Giulia felt his arms giving way and allowing her again to touch the ground with her sore feets, but still, he wouldn't let her go. Sharing one last moment of closeness, she closed her brown eyes, enjoying the safety and calm that that man radiated, wondering if that was the right reaction from her... the right reaction from him... wondering if that would have been a reaction humans instinctively makes with their similars upon discovering the source of their survival... or was something just between her and him? When the fog of surprise and closeness to his naked body begun to let her mind to think again, such thoughts replaced them, making her wonder if she acted weird, in a certain way...

Soon, Giulia felt his body shifting and moving her head away from his chest, she felt his hand taking hold of her lef hand before he started taking slow, almost elegant steps toward the lake. Gosh, it felt so natural for her to follow that man toward the fresh fog of nebulized fresh and sweet water, feeling, step by step, the hard ground giving way to fresher and softer mud, feeling her aching and pained feets to pulse in relief and freshness, until they both had they feets and ankles into that heavenly lake.

Letting go of her hands, she felt almost alone, even if he was just by her side, and, when he knelt into the water, she couldn't but stare in awe at his manhood dangling from his crouched form over the transparent water. Biting her lips in a moment of pure admiration, a cuckatoo yelled on the trees above her, and, hearing that as nature's scholding for her behaviour, she adjusted her glasses and looked around. Until she heard the water's movement on her side and she saw his smile and his motions. "Pollici in su. Ok. Acqua. Pancia. Buono." translated her in her mind while, sharing his smile, she felt her dry throat and, crouching over the water, she cupped her hands and took a drink too.

With a slurp, she drank the water. So almost unnaturally fresh... so clean... so pure... she soon took another cupful of water and moved it to her thirsty lips. And another soon followed. In her thirst, she moved her cupping hands into the abundant fresh water, passing those fresh drops over her face, cleaning away the sweaty layer cumulated by her run and permanence in that forest; still, doing so, water splashed in every direction and streams and trickles of that fresh gift of mother's nature trailed from her mouth and face down to her neck and her chest, slightly soaking the solid-white cloth of the tank top that, despite revealing enough sideboob, greedily accepted that water too, beginning to assume a lightly transparent and see-trough appearance in a few spots...
 
It was a scary prospect, but there was no way Alejandro was going to let Asta take the initiative in front of such a beast, so he was ready to step forward and face that creature. Asta called for him though, through unknown word and firm arm she kept Alejandro from rushing forward. She seemed content with the spear they had made, but still wasn't ready to go and let Asta face the pig with wood when he had steel at hand. Asta repeated the same word, pulling Alejandro half a step back. He wasn't going to flee, not now. Not only that beast that attacked him could be a source of food, but there was something else boiling inside him.

Pride. Alejandro had been stomped by that beast and saved by Asta, making him wonder what would have happened if it was Aerin the one that was trampled by the pig. With his physique, even if it was far fetched, Alejandro couldn't help but believe that the tattooed man would have wrestled that animal into submission. That was how he felt, even if irrational, eager to prove his manliness before Asta, to show her that he was also a strong and brave man. And yet, Asta had a different idea.

"No voy a dejar que escape, necesito..." Alejandro protested against Asta's words, both of them talking even if they couldn't quite understand each other. Making a face that would cause Alejandro to laugh if it wasn't for the situation, he looked to the pig, then back to Asta. "Quieres que lo dejemos morir... que se desangre..." he nodded, thinking that he had understood what she meant. Standing on guard between Asta and the beast, Alejandro waited, seeing the life slowly seep from the animal, his hazel eyes looking at the beastly ones, seeing how they slowly lost their shine. As that rival fell with a heavy thud to the ground, Alejandro couldn't help but feel odd inside, victorious, yet cold.

The creature was still alive, but in no way able to put up any fight now. Wondering how Asta felt looking at that, Alejandro thought that maybe it was the time to show some piety. "Piedad" he muttered, gesturing Asta with the blunt end of his knife that he was going to end it. "Piedad" he repeated. Getting close to the pig, Alejandro felt off, weak. As the adrenaline of the attack, the kiss, the chase started to vanish, the pain of the attack, the exhaustion of defending himself, the lack of water and proper food was getting to him. "No..." he muttered, as the knife fell from his hands. The pig didn't even budge, long gone any strength to fight, so Alejandro leaned against a nearby tree, trying to reach for his knife to end the task.
 
She should have known this would happen.

When Ingrid came to live with them and study her people, she'd been physically ill the first time they portioned up an already quartered reindeer, the animal dead hours before and not even butchered before her eyes. The same thing happened the first time Ingrid helped Asta slice the trachea out of a still warm carcass and yet again when her brother put his rifle near a reindeer's head and shot it before Asta came in and slit the great arteries and veins in its neck to help it bleed out. Each time Ingrid had been ill, been unable to even watch, but she persevered. Tales of how meat came to her already cut up and packaged in foam and plastic wrap fascinated Asta and she understood that people who lived in the big cities, who didn't live with the land but rather on it, had no experience with butchering animals. It didn't make them soft, any more than Asta was soft for not knowing how to handle herself alone on a flight. It just was.

It was obvious Alejandro felt upset that he couldn't finish it. Asta's heart beat faster for him, for the compassion and bravery in trying to do something he had no experience with and with the way he'd fought off the beast. No mountain of a man like Aerin, a more sensitive and gentle and softer one, he still showed all the qualities of a man but in a way she'd never seen before and it fascinated her. Delighted her too. Asta pressed the spear into his now empty hand, her own resting briefly on his upper arm before squeezing it, then she bent to pick up the knife from the ground.

Peering at the beast, she watched the rise and fall of its chest, noting where its belly curved in under the ribs, where the great flat bone of its front legs acted like a shield, then oriented the knife in her hand just so. As it breathed out Asta made three quick steps towards it and fell to her knees. It was just starting to raise its head when she positioned the tip of the knife on its skin, blade parallel to the curved ribs she'd observed, then she bore down with all her weight while using her open palm to stroke the handle as hard as she could, grunting with the effort.

It was hard, very hard, to drive the blade through the muscle of the ribs, and had she hesitated or used any but all of her force it would have failed. The blade slid through with a crunching noise and the animal jerked but that only served to draw it back and forth, nearly cutting a lung in two and razoring the heart past the point where it would do anything but spasm. Asta held on, bearing down as the animal briefly struggled, her ass up in the air and showing her bottom beneath the short dress as she pushed up on her tiptoes for the most leverage. A few seconds that felt like minutes and the animal grunted once more and finally fell still, dead.

Asta fell back onto her heels and panted, then stood up with one foot on the pig's chest and pulled the knife free with both hands, blood splashing out across her bare legs and over her new pretty shoes. Ignoring it, the stink of it and the stink of the animal, she pushed its jaw back with the sole of her foot and bent once more to saw into its neck, opening the animal up to bleed out. A pool of dark red, almost black blood, began to spread and Asta stepped back from it.

"Alejandro," she said and motioned him over. "Alejandro," she said again, putting the knife down on a rock and took one of its back feet, trying to pull it to where a root of the tree bulged above the ground, wanting to put the rump of the pig on it to allow gravity to help it bleed out. Asta tugged, hard, but was making little progress without Alejandro's help.
 
Intense eyes watched Giulia as she drank the water, then began to wash her face. They followed the thin streams down her neck to the white tank top that hugged her chest. Spots of wet fabric began to grow into patches and it took all his willpower to tear his eyes away. Smiling up at her an idea formed in his head.

They had been sweaty, covered in sand and dried salt from the ocean. Here was a lake of fresh water and they were just ankle deep in it. Why not go deeper, enjoy a refreshing swim to clean off their tired bodies? Moving over to Giulia he took her hands in his and stood gently pulling her to stand. Aerin cupped her cheeks in his hands and turned her face to his locking eyes with her. A warm, assuring smile grew across his bearded face and holding her gaze with his he let go of her face and his hands moved down out of sight. A moment later his fingers were against her stomach moving downwards to the bottom of her shirt.

Keeping his eyes on hers the entire time he lifted her shirt slowly up her body and over her head tossing it from the water to land dryly away from the lake. Again his hands moved below sight and over her exposed stomach, strong fingers lightly caressing her smooth skin down to her wide hips. Spreading his fingers over her hips he dipped his fingers under the waistband of her cute polka dotted panties and slide them down her thighs, the lightly callused palms of his hands caressing the soft skin of her outer thighs, until they were low enough to let gravity take them the rest of the way down.

Never breaking his eye contact with her Aerin grinned and tilted his head towards the water. Taking both Giulia's hands in his he walked backwards towards the lake, leading her deeper and deeper into the cool refreshing water.
 
Giulia felt the fresh water running freely over her face and refreshening her skin when she looked down at the water, the wavy and almost ephemereal reflex of her face made her to get lost, in an instant, in a storm of thoughts "...ma siamo ancora vivi? ...o siamo morti e questo è il paradiso? "; with her gaze lost into her own reflected eyes and the mazes of the water's surface, with the corner of her eyes she noticed Aerin taking slow but sure steps in her direction. Still crouched over the water, she looked at him like a small she-David near Goliath, her eyes tried not to unravel over his tanned muscles and the naturality in which he walked around without a single scrap of cloth to cover him. With his manhood almost on her eye level, she forced her eyes to look deep into his own eyes, wondering what will the silent giant do...

With nothing but the sounds of nature around them, Giulia heard the incoming thumping of the drums of her heart to join the cacophony already screaming in her ears, and when he looked down at her with a calm and relaxed smile, the one which none would have the gut to not reply or avoid and, entranced by his calm, she barely looked at his hands moving down to her arms and, finally her own hands, lightly tugging her up, suggesting... no... guiding her to stand up. With a puzzled look, she moved up, standing up but still so different than his height. A gasp escaped from her lips when his hands cupped her delicate cheecks, she blushed when his rough, callous hands turned her chin up, making her eyes to lock within his gaze. With the mouth dry, her face almost burning in an awkward blush her heart thumping in her chest, she gulped without a blink, without daring to move her eyes away from his.

She felt his rough, gentle hands to move from her cheeck, waiting for them to do their move with trembling lips, unable to say anything and barely achieving to shiver slightly at the thoughts that raced trough her body in that moment, only to feel them to reappear, warm and strong, against the soft, pale skin of her belly, making her to instinctively retract her stomach with a surprised gasp. Still, she felt that she wanted it. She felt like if it was the most natural and rightful thing to do. Opening her brown eyes, as to give him a silent yet formal agreement, she tried to relax and let his hands to move over her skin. With a deep, calm breath, she felt his fingers to crawl beneath the hem of the shirt, curling and hooking the white cloth in his grasp and slowly moving his tanned hands upward. Without breaking the silence nor the dare to avert her eyes away from his, she, as slowly as his tugging hands, lifted her arms, allowing him to peel her off of her shirt.

Like a slow caress, the tank-top that covered her rolled up, showing the smooth and pale shapes of her belly... her bellybutton... slowly and slowly, until the shirt came to the ample shapes of her bust and, with the same slow calm, she felt the fresh cloth to roll up, almost a tender and whispered caress, to slightly move her chest before letting go of her bountiful breasts to pop free and jiggle. She gulped, feeling her breasts, full and rounded, almost unnaturally standing like waterdrops despite the size and with her pink nipples, jutting forward as if to declaring something to the sky.
She adjusted her glasses with a trembling hand before cutely smiling back to him as a light layer of fog begun to appear over her glass. She realized a few instants later, when he saw him to toss a white bundle of cloth away from her, feeling exposed, but with a strange sensation building in her guts, the strange feeling of the nature around her, the man in front of her and still not feeling strange nor the shameful lack of something to cover your torso.

Biting her lower lip and slightly closing her eyes, she saw him to share the same calm and reassuring smile, making her feel comfortable with what was happening, feeling it not as an exibitionist parade nor an act led by lust, but she begun to understand how nudists would feel... thus, she allowed his hands to caress her waist, feeling them to move on the sides of her hips, there, she felt his hands, so large and rough, to cover her rump, only to feel, with a shiver running trough her spine, her panties to be tugged down by his hands, slowly but relentlessly moving downward.

The curvy girl took a deep breath and opened her eyes again, she wanted to see, when the feeling of the elastic band of her pants to stretch a little more as it rolled up and climbed the widening of her hips, before, almost like a slingshot, it rolled down her flanks and showing him the smooth skin of her pelvis, as soon her panties were free to fall from her shapely legs and splash into the water.

She was trembling, withouth fear, without shame, without bad thoughts. As she kept a calm smile to reply to his own, feeling a new sensation of righteousness and relaxation to overwhelm her, to feel her breasts free in the air, and the sensation of the fresh, nebulized water falling from the sky not far from them to sprinkle her warm body with fresh tingles.

With the man in front of her taking calm hold of her hands, she followed him toward the center of the lake, feeling her breasts to bob and bounce at each step her sore feet made over the fresh and soft sand, while the water, step by step, rose more and more...
 
Alejandro felt both delighted and embarrassed when Asta came for his help, the gentle touch of her hands on his arm, giving him the spear. More of a staff to lean on his stressed body than a weapon to wield, Alejandro accepted it, seeing how Asta just picked the knife from the ground. Why did he had to be so weak? Why was Asta always having to rescue him? He loved having the girl's attention, but having that little one, even if she was strong and brave, being more... well, manly than he was felt weird. It was an odd thought, as Alejandro wasn't particularly old fashioned, but he had always been taught of what kind of things should a man do, and what kind of things were more natural endeavors of a woman. He had been mocked when young due to the cooking, but since the visible elite of the cuisine in Spain were males, it soon stopped being an embarrassment as he got better and better.

And yet, he was going to stand and watch a girl kill that beast while he was unable to do a thing.

Soon Alejandro understood that it wouldn't be Asta's first time, not even close. He may have the knowledge to do such a thing, but it was soon evident that Asta had the experience. She examined and waited, and even if Alejandro couldn't see her clear eyes from his position, he was sure that she was focused on the task. Then, in a so sudden movement that even Alejandro was caught unaware, Asta fell upon the creature, slaying it with terrifying precision and relentless will. Alejandro was tired and battered, but even his body answered to the primal feel of it. There she was that strong girl, providing safety and food without no other worries than that, and at the same time she didn't worry about flashing her bottoms to him. That combination of violence, survival and sex was so primitive and spoke to things so deep in Alejandro that was almost dizzying.

It was perhaps luck then that the feeling just lasted a moment and he was too tired to do anything stupid, but it was still a show seeing Asta remove the knife splattering herself with blood, opening the beast to bleed it out. It should be disgusting, and yet it was enticing. Shaking his head for a moment, Alejandro almost regretted not being ready to save that blood so he could use it for cooking, but where there was one pig there were bound to be more, so there would be chances in the future when such a capture wasn't born from a coincidence.

If the thoughts of cooking had displaced more primal ones, the voice of Asta calling for him made the cooking a second thought as she needed him. "Ah, voy" he said, leaving the spear against a tree, approaching to drag the mass of that creature to the higher spot to ease the blood out. With the task done with ease by the both of them, since Alejandro was stronger than it seemed below that extra fat product of an easy life, it was time to rest before heading back with their surprising prize. It was the matter of where Aerin and Giulia had ended in their search for Asta, but returning to the beach and thus the camp was easy enough.

That fact reminded Alejandro of how Asta had fled the beach, but that could wait until they returned, as even if hard Alejandro wanted to know what moved her so he could avoid it. Maybe it was embarrassing to have the function of that thing explained to her? She was young after all, or so she seemed. Setting his mind on more immediate concerns, Alejandro unbuttoned and removed the dirty and partly torn shirt he was wearing to see the extent of the damage the pig's attack may have done. He didn't feel like he had any serious injuries, but it was better to check.

His back felt scraped against the ground, and the shirt revealed that on its back even if he couldn't see his own. Any little blood there was seemed to be product of small cuts, so it wasn't anything dire, but only Asta could look at him there. The front was another picture entirely, as he didn't have any bleeding wounds nor it felt like he had broken ribs, but his whole chest as a map of bruises where the pig had stepped on him hard. "Joder, vaya pintas" he protested, wincing a bit but not too bad. The more he thought about it, he felt almost proud of those marks. Noticing that the shirt was beyond salvaging, Alejandro had an idea.

Cutting it in right and left halves, Alejandro gave one half to Asta, and approaching the pig, he made a soft and simple knot around the front legs that he undid after it. Pointing to Asta, then her half of the shirt, then the back legs, he wanted to see if Asta knew how to make a decent knot so they wouldn't have to depend on a simple one made by him. Then, gesturing her to wait, he knew that the makeshift spear would be too thin to his purpose. Ignoring the pain around his chest, Alejandro approached a thicker and stronger branch, holding on it and breaking it with the help of his weight.

Returning to the pig while removing the smaller branches, Alejandro put the branch on the belly of the dead pig, and got the legs together again. Making the knotting gesture again, Alejandro mimicked his intention to carry the beast like it was luggage, even if it would require both of them grabbing the branch at each end.
 
Understanding exactly what he intended, Asta took the offered material and, after twisting it to greatly increase its strength, tied the pig's other set of hooves firmly together, laced in an X so that they would bear on the improvised rope and work to tighten it more when weight was applied. Helping him insert the carry pole, Asta and Alejandro were soon ready to go. She did wonder why he didn't cut two poles and then lash the animal to it, making a travois they could drag but it wasn't too far back to where they were camped. It was that way, her mind pointed out the direction, and they could either blaze a new trail or backtrack. Backtracking meant they would go back through the creepy abandoned area and Asta didn't want that or to have him reminded of the attack.

"Se on näin." Asta pointed confidently into the jungle, a direction they hadn't come from and where the vegetation was undisturbed. "Se on näin. Menkäämme." Not wanting Alejandro to have to deal with the front portion, the lolling head, she moved in front of him and took that end of the pole. Squatting, bottom resting on her heels, she took hold of it. "Yksi. Kaksi. Kolme," the words spoken a second apart. On Kolme she mimed standing up and grunted, then looked back to make sure he understood. Smiling, she winked at him then crouched down again and waited for Alejandro to be ready.

"Yksi. Kaksi. Kolme." On Kolme she blew out her breath and tightened the muscles in her stomach, keeping her back straight, then grunted for real as she lifted the pole onto her shoulder and stood in the same motion, short but strong legs lifting her and the animal that weighed more than the girl herself off the ground. Asta spread her legs, making a triangle of them and her shoulder for balance, and waited until Alejandro was ready. Slowly, carefully, she began to push into the jungle, the pig carcass swaying on the pole and tugging at them.

"Olen niin ylpeä sinusta, Alejandro. Olet hyvä metsästäjä! Tämä sika ruokkii meitä viikon ajan. Sinä olet pyhän ihmisen rohkein mies." Alejandro couldn't possibly understand the words but the praise in her voice when she spoke, and the emphasis on his name made it clear she thought something very great about the shipwrecked chef. On a relatively flat spot she turned her head enough to look at him, tossing her head to flip pale blonde hair away from her face, and favored him with a worshipful smile.

Somehow Asta navigated them back to the beach, emerging less than a dozen meters from the campsite. When they lowered the pig she clapped her hands and then stretched, rolling her neck to get the tension of carrying the load out before turning and hugging herself to a bare-chested, sweaty Alejandro. Asta kissed him on the cheek and kept hugging him. "Metsästäjä!"
 
He fought the every growing urge to break his eyes from hers to let them wander of her nude body, but resisted. He needed her to trust him right now, to know his intentions were not perverse. Slowly he lead her deeper into the lake feeling the cool water slowly rise up his legs, over his waist and to his stomach. Keeping Giulia's hands in his he lead her deeper into the water until it came to cover her chest, and rise to her shoulders. Grinning at her he finally let his eyes fall from hers to look back behind him. They still had quite a way to go before they reached the center of the lake, but here was a fine a place as any to enjoy the water and company.

Looking back to Giulia he thought about her for few moments. She was quite pretty, beautiful in fact. Then the memory of the embrace they shared on the shore came floating to the forefront of his mind. It felt good to hold her against his body. To have her warmth seeping into him, to have the familiar comfort of human contact in this alien environment. He wanted to feel it again. Shaking his head to dismiss the train of thought he was on he raised a hand from the water with a single finger raised in a 'one moment' gesture and dropped under the surface of the water.

He held his breath for a few moments attempting to let the coolness of the water to clear his head. Coming up from under the water he brushed his wet hair out of his face and slicked it back. The water helped him clear his head just long enough for him to look around. As soon as his eyes fell on Giulia the thoughts of holding her came right back. Sighing with a smile he gave his shoulders a small shrug resigned to what he was thinking and feeling. The very worst that could happen is she reject him.

Giving her his most charming smile he had Aerin closed the distance between them. Taking hold of her waist he lifted her easily in the water and pulled her chest to his slipping his arms around her in a tight hug. Aerin stood there for a several long moments holding her tight. Pulling back just a little he looked at her, their faces only inches from one another. Resting his forehead against hers he smiled and hesitated for a few breaths just staring into her beautiful brown eyes. Thinking 'what the hell?' Aerin tilted his face forward and pressed his lips softly to Giulia's in a small, quick kiss. He pulled back several inches to judge her reaction hoping he hadn't upset the woman.
 
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