Too late for that.
I retrace our steps from earlier today. The pilot is going to get eaten tonight. It’s just a fact of life. We might as well salvage what we can from him. I locate him easily and strip off his clothes. The white dress shirt is a lost cause soaked with blood. The suit coat isn’t much better but it’s made out of decent enough wool. I can take a knife to it and make strips that we can wrap around Ava’s wrist if she needs a splint, although from my cursory look, the hand and wrist look more bruised than anything. Still probably hurts like a motherfucker but if she had broken anything she wouldn’t be able to take a step without the pain overcoming her.
In the pilot’s pockets he has two energy bars and a pack of gum. I ball up his socks that are still mostly dry and stick them in my pockets. The one shoe that Ava nearly stubbed her toe on was too soft of a leather and worn to be a decent weapon. The clothes she might not like but we could use them for bedding.
I find nothing else, not even his pilot’s pistol. Maybe he didn’t carry one. I walk a little ways away and take out my dick and piss. The dead pilot has done a good job of deflating my erection. I rub my hands in the soil and then find a wet leaf to wash the debris off. I roll up the clothing, pull out the socks, and stuff those in the roll of clothes.
“It’s me,” I call out as I approach.
She moves inside the shelter and I duck inside, tucking the roll of the pilot’s clothing to my left so she doesn’t see it. No sense in having her worry about it tonight.
“Did you find anything out there?”
“A couple of health bars. Want one?”
I feel her shake her head. “No.” She hesitates. “Did you get that from the pilot?”
“Yeah. Better that we have it than one of the jungle dwellers.”
“What’s going to happen to him tonight?” From the sound of her voice she knows exactly what is going to happen.
“He’s dead and he won’t feel anything.”
She shudders. Her fear generates an itch at the back of my neck, and as she sits huddled beside me, I realize I’d rather have an excruciatingly painful erection and solid blue balls for days than have her be this upset. This woman’s a trooper. She hasn’t cried except for that one time when she realized she was sitting in the middle of a tree. I think those were actually tears of relief and gratefulness.
She hasn’t complained. She hasn’t done anything but try her damnedest to survive. And I’ve been taking shots at her for trying to be friendly and stave off her terror. I stretch out my legs and then pick her up.
She yelps.
“For warmth,” I mutter.
“Yes,” she breathes out. “You feel like a radiator.”
In spite of all her curves she weighs less than a few banana leaves. Or maybe I’m just distracted by all that plump flesh in my grip. I settle her between my outstretched legs and wrap both arms around her. I try to position them low so I’m not crushing her tits. Oh shit, she feels good. She feels like ice cream on the hottest day in August or sunshine on a cold spring day. She feels like a shower after a long day of manual labor. She feels so damn good.
“Sorry.” My dick presses into her thigh. Lying down, I feel like the circulation in my leg is getting cut off but I make no move to readjust. Being uncomfortable, painfully so, may be the only thing that gets me through the night.
“I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings by calling it Godzilla. I guess I figured guys just love to brag about their penis size and that it would be funny, but it wasn’t and I’m sorry.”
“Guys don’t get hurt feelings,” I reply.
“Oh really?” She twists to look at me, and her tits brush up against my chest. Marshmallow soft and just as tasty I bet. I grind my teeth a little.
“No, just tired. Really, really tired. I’m exhausted in fact.” I lean my head back and close my eyes, but immediately I conjure up a picture of her, sweaty and nude with her breasts swaying in my face.
“Well, I’m sorry for making you tired, then,” she jokes.
“You’re forgiven.” I snap open my eyes and stare out into the night. Maybe a jaguar will attack us and I’ll have to leap from our hideout and wrestle him into submission. No, because then I’ll have a post-adrenaline erection.
“You do have to admit it’s rather large.”
“Ava,” I bite out.
“Yes?” She doesn’t sound at all cowed. In fact, I think she’s trying to hold back giggles. Although those could be fear giggles. Bennito laughs like a schoolboy when he’s nervous.
I should just confront the issue head-on. It is the elephant in the room and it’s not going to get any smaller with her sitting in my lap. “I have a large dick and obviously I’m very attracted to you, but nothing is going to happen. I promise. I would never hurt you.”
“Sex done right never hurts. Unless of course that’s what you’re into, which is perfectly fine but not for me.”