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    The intense passion in his dark, mist
laden eyes filled her with dread and also a perverse longing to be taken by
him. She reluctantly allowed his searching hands to roam all over her young
nubile body, the coarse roughness feeling good on her soft skin in a strange
way. Her fears began to ebb as she gave in to the animal instinct that drove
all humans to be one with nature. Her breathing came in short ragged bursts as
the anticipation of his arousal entering her body made her heart race.
    She moaned with pleasure into his ear,
encouraging him on. His deep throaty voice felt like an orchestra out of tune,
musical and yet in discord. And when he called out her name…
    “Helena Preston!” The sound of her name
made her look up from the small book she was reading and slam it shut.
    “Yes, Professor Blake?” Helena answered,
adjusting her glasses and peering up at the stocky little middle aged woman.
    “This is a field trip, young lady.” The
college professor standing over her wagged a fat finger. “And you’re here to
know about nature from nature itself… not from that book you keep reading.”
    “I’m sorry, Professor.” Helena blushed,
stuffing the little red leather bound book hurriedly into her handbag. “It
won’t happen again.”
    “That’s quite all right, dear.” Her teacher
chuckled as the young woman rose up to her feet hurriedly. “Now go on and join
your classmates down by that local village.”
    “Yes, ma’am.” The slim brunette nodded and
smoothed down her long skirt.  At twenty two she was a senior college student,
and even though she preferred her books and music over outdoor adventures, she
had a body and looks that attracted many. She tried her best to hide behind
loose old fashioned clothing, but the way she naturally walked, drew much
attention to her.
    She looked in the direction of the small
village, if it could be called that, it was more of a ragged settlement. Her
college group had travelled a few hundred miles to come to this remote little
place, far and away from modern civilization.
    A handful of tribal tents and tepees made
of animal skins and tree limbs dotted the lush landscape and very few of the
indigenous people took interest in the intrusive college group. They were
accustomed to being a novelty and have occasional visitors come time to time
from the big cities.
    Helena was not
particularly fascinated in the trip, but she needed the grades from doing it.
With a deep sigh she slowly walked towards the rest of her group. She looked
around with little interest; everything was well documented by visitors before.
The people there were living the same way they had done for centuries. Modern
civilization had left them alone and they preferred it that way. Helena sighed, feeling awfully bored and wished she could sneak away and read her little
book of mystery and intrigue.
    As she stepped up to what looked like a
kind of totem pole of gruesomely painted cylindrical blocks of wood, she felt
as if she was being watched. Quickly scanning the college group, she found them
all engrossed and marveling at some primitive thing or the other.  They didn’t
care much about her, and she liked that. She was a loner by nature.
    “It is an artifact of much power… you like
it, yes?” A sudden deep voice behind her made her jump.
    “What? Who… how did you…?” She stammered,
whirling around to find herself face to face with a tall native man with
graying hair flowing down to his broad shoulders. He hunched a little and a
scar ran down the left side his weather beaten face. His suntanned face bore
slight wrinkles, but his dark eyes were sharp and piercing.
    “My apologies to have startled you, Miss.”
His rich voice had a lilting accent that she found very attractive. It made her
shiver. “I am Holkan, of the Clan Lahkinan, the last of my people.”
    “Pleased to meet you, sir.” Helena stammered, intimidated by the feral look he had. “I... I am Helena Preston, and