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KalliSta's Seductive Safari
Rent a Herk story
by Hilara
KalliSta was burning the midnight oil again in her home office. She was busy designing
the spring fashions for SorboMart. The deadline was fast approaching. There was a runway
show planned for February. And KalliSta knew everyone was counting on her to come up with
exactly what the best dressed Amazons & Alpha's would be wearing. The Biker look had
proved wildly popular, but it was time to introduce something bolder. But inspiration was
alluding her at the moment.
She turned her attention away from the sketch pad and picked up the carved metal desktop
jungle sillhouette. Hesphestus had given it to her last night as a thank you present. He'd
forgotten it was his and Dite's anniversary and had been pounding on SorboMart's door,
after hours. KalliSta had taken pity on him, and not only let him in, but had offered to
put together, a special gift basket for him to present to Aphrodite. While KalliSta had
been preparing it, he had disappeared for a few short moments and reappeared with the
carving. He said he knew as a fellow artist, she would appreciate it.
KalliSta did admire it's beauty. The trees looked so majestic and the panther standing on
the moutain top appeared so life like. She closed her eyes and imagined herself a part of
the primal scene.
KalliSta could see the lush green density of the plants, hear the music of a thousand
exotic birds, feel the warm droplets of a steamy rain against her skin.
She sighed. KalliSta didn't want to but she knew she had to quit fantasizing and get back
to work. She quickly opened her eyes only to find that the fantasy had somehow become a
reality and the panther was now directly in front of her, pinning her with its gaze.
Suddenly a wild cry sounded through the jungle. The panther was startled and so was
KalliSta. Before she knew it she was swept off the ground and felt as if she was flying
through the air. KalliSta became aware of a firmly muscled masculine body against hers and
hung on to him for dear life.
He engineered an expert landing. KalliSta barely even felt the slight bump as her feet
touched solid wood. She opened her eyes and gasped. The face of her rescuer was so close.
Eyes as blue as the tropical seas studied her with intense fasicination. His golden brown
hair hung around his shoulders.
KalliSta allowed her gaze to travel lower. He was nearly naked except for a very, very,
brief green loin cloth. "Talk about works of art", she thought. A brief
look at her surroundings told her they
were in a treehouse. He lifted her chin with a gentle finger, turning her attention
back to him. "I'm Tarzan HerK", he said. "And you are?"
"Just call me Jane", she sighed. "I mean I'm KalliSta. Thank You for
rescuing me."
"The panther wouldn't have hurt you. He is my friend. He just alerts me to visitors
to the jungle. But I'm sorry if he frightened you."
"You speak the language very well", KalliSta commented.
"I was raised in the human world. But I didn't like the man made castles and
machines. "I prefer things in their most natural state." Tarzan HerK informed
her.
"Nothing wrong with nature", KalliSta pondered, as she conducted another
thorough purusal of his fine form.
They were still standing with his arms wrapped around her. It was clear from the sultry
heat of his gaze that he had eaisly read her thoughts. He pulled her even closer.
"You are more beautifull than the rarest flower that grows, more sparkling than the
most pristine rivers flowing through this jungle", his deep baritone voice caressing
her with both word and tone.
Tarzan HerK's head lowered and she raised her lips to his. One hand continued to support
her back, while the other slipped around her legs. He carried her over to his bedding. And
then stripped off his loin cloth.
Perhap's she should protest. But she couldn't find the words. The wildness and heat of the
jungle was now surging through her veins. As he drew nearer, she knew with certainty that
this was the most exquistely natuaral thing of all.
Tarzan HerK had made KalliSta feel totally treasured. The time they had spent together
had been pure pleasure. They had parted with a promise that she would return often. He had
offered to take her home, but KalliSta had told him she wanted to continue to picture him,
just as he was wild and wonderfull.
She knew that there was nothing to fear and that all she had to do to get home was close
her eyes and picture it. Hesphestus wouldn't dare leave her stranded. But KalliSta wasn't
ready to go back yet anyway.
Her creative juices were now flowing. She had the concept for her spring line. Definitely
loin cloths for the Alphas and short wrap around dresses for the Amazons. KalliSta just
wanted to examine
more flower and fauna for color scheme inspiration.
A delicate butterfly wafted by. She made mental notes on the hue of its wings. KalliSta
wandered further into the jungle, gathering a bouquet of flowers.
The sound of splashing water caught her attention. KalliSta moved in its direction. She
came upon a river. It was crisp and clear. She leaned over and cupped her hands and took a
drink. It tasted heavenly.
When KalliSta raised her head, she noticed a man further down the way fishing. At first
she thought it was Tarzan HerK, but it his hair appeared to be darker and his loin cloth
was a rich deep brown.
He caught a fish and expertly pulled it in. He stood and admired his catch. Looking around
he saw KalliSta and waved. He set his fish down on a pile of others and began
walking toward her. When he was beside her, she noticed that his eyes were also gloriously
blue. KalliSta was going to have to thank Hesphestus. She would be sure and remind him of
his and Dite's anniversary every year. This was definitly some jungle.
The man next to her introduced himself as George of the Jungle. "Want to share dinner
with me?" he asked. "I hate to eat alone." So do I" KalliSta
responded. "I'd love too."
He expertly cleaned off the fish and then began frying them over the fire he had built. He
disappered for a few moments and came back with coconuts and fresh fruit. Soon there
meal was ready. They began to eat in companionable silence.
A bit of juice rain down KalliSta's chin as she bit into a tasty mango. George wiped it
from her face with a gentle finger and smiled. She smiled back.
When they had finished eating, he told her he wanted to show her something. He took her
hand and led her to up a rock overhang. Off in the west was the most amazing sun set,
KalliSta had ever seen. George wrapped his arms tenderly around her. She gratefully leaned
back against him. This was a perfect end to a perfect day.
Later they walked hand in hand back down the path KalliSta had traversed. They met Tarzan
HerK along the way. For a moment things were tense and it appeared the two men might do
battle.
But KalliSta stepped between them. She placed both hands over her heart. The two of you
each will always dwell here. You have each shared with me this magical place and time. I
will never forget either one of you. And I will be counting the moments untill we meet
again.
For her sake both Tarzan HerK and George of the Jungle nodded their agreement. They
each gave her a goodbye kiss. Tarzan HerK's was deep and passionate. George's was
lovingly tender.
Then KalliSta closed her eyes and wished herself home. She carefully leaned down and
picked up the carving which had fallen on the floor and hugged it to her heart. With it
still clutched in her hands, she made her way upstairs to her bedroom. Their was time
enough tomorrow to get started on the new line. Tonight was for the sweetest of dreams.
The End.