Tribe
Kiba, his scientific curiosity reignited, focused his enhanced vision on the three beauties.
Their movements, a silent symphony of desire, played out in exquisite detail.
Their bodies, sculpted by nature's chisel, glistened with water droplets that caught the sunlight like tiny diamonds. Long, flowing hair, the color of midnight and spun moonlight, danced around their forms. Their touches, once playful, now pulsed with an electric intensity.
A kiss landed on a shoulder, sending shivers down its visible length. A hand, adorned with intricate henna designs, cupped a breast, the fullness straining against the natural barrier.
Kisses, no longer fleeting, lingered on gashes and nicks, a testament to past battles and a strange form of tenderness. Each movement, each touch, resonated with a raw, primal beauty that left Kiba breathless...
He then shifted his gaze to the other women in the waterfall.