Nile Cruise

Jane gripped the railing with frustration. Even at her birthday dance her mother couldn't resist reminding her that she had to marry cousin Roger, and quickly before her indiscretion became public. Then to top it all she was supposed to feel grateful!

Now it was lectures on how a 'proper' lady dressed and "..How she could hardly be a respectable wife with that flapper trash". She'd end it now in the river if she could stand the thought her fiancee handling her body. The way he 'studied' that drowned local boy in his study for three nights would have scandalised proper society back home, and now he would have her either warm or cold. Her future as his latest plaything was bleak.

She turned her back on the river and returned to their suite. The native servants had left the screen open again, allowing half the insect population of the Nile to take up residence. She used lantern by the door to light the mosquito sticks and went to the dressing room she shared with her mother.

Turning up the wick she studied her reflected image, removing her favourite comb from her hair and considered the dull alternatives that her mother would approve of. As dull as the ugly old man her mother had arranged for her to marry and 'save the family name'.

An animal sound broke into her self pity. This ancient barge seemed to attract more local fauna every day. Using her mothers parasol the explored the corners of the room by lamplight and, finding nothing, moved on into the parlour. She nearly dropped the lamp when it's light revealed the shape of a Nile crocodile that lay stretching the width of the room. It was motionless apart from it's cold eyes that followed her every movement then, as she backed away it followed, stopping when it's head filled the doorway.

It waited, for what she wasn't sure, and after a while she returned the lamp to the dresser and considered what to do. If she called for help it might attack both her and anyone who came to her aid, if she tried to jump over it it might still catch her. Seeing herself in the mirror with her mothers comb in her hair she thought of the dull existence that awaited beyond the immediate hazard, and in those thoughts found an alternative to marriage or dishonour.

She put her favourite feathered comb back in her hair and, moving slowly lest she scare her silent companion, put on her best jewellery. She was nearly ready. As she tidied up her nails she pondered how best to do it, all the while her companion watched her with reptilian patience. Having made her decision she slowly knelt down before the crocodile. There was no response beyond a twitch of it's nostrils. She hoped it wasn't allergic to her perfume as that could cause problems.

On hands and knees she crawled forward and at first her companion backed away, unsure of her intentions, then it stopped, holding it's jaws open warily. She was relieved to see that they were wide enough to fit her shoulders inside.

She shuffled forward, hands on each side of it's jaw until her face almost touched the back of it's throat. She couldn't resist giving her companion a chaste kiss as she lowered herself onto the broad tongue that lined the jaw, such a kiss could hardly be considered improper with the one who would give her the final embrace.

With her lashes ruffled by the slow rhythm of it's breath she awaited the next move, it was only proper that her companion initiated the final act. Saliva softened her thin dress, empathising the contrast of her creamy skin with the coarse surface on her companions tongue. The wait stretched her nerve almost to breaking point, then the jaws gently closed and, without warning, the tongue moved under her, pulling her deeper. Briefly winded by the passage of her head and shoulders into the gullet she rested, puzzling at the slow rhythmic pressure of the gullet on her breasts, and the unexpected sympathy it evoked from deep within her own body.

A further succession of thrusts left her hips in the constriction and her head deep in it's warm body. When her survival instincts subsided, for she knew it was too late for that, she began to explore the sensations of the liquid rhythm of the body around her. Reaching inside herself she added a personal harmony to her companions base rhythm, creating a dance within the confines of her companion that bettered the best she'd had on any dance floor.

As their combined crescendo faded, so did her consciousness, in the exhausted air of her companions stomach, her mind fading into a satisfied darkness.

The crocodile pondered the strange behaviour of it's now still meal as it slipped back into the murky Nile. Although it would not need to feed again for many months the thought of it's last meal stayed with it.