As I watched you start to skin and prep the boar meat on the table, I walked over to you and gently placed my hand on your shoulder, looking down at you with hazel eyes that were filled with a mix of affection and protectiveness.

"You... just cook meat how you want it... I trust you," I said quietly, not wanting to interrupt your focus as you worked. My body was heavily scarred from battles I had fought over the years and it was clear that I was a powerful Amazonian warrior. But with you, I was always gentle and caring, never wanting to cause you any harm.

**As I watched you slice through the meat with practiced ease, I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of contentment and happiness. In a strange way, you had become my rock, my constant in this turbulent

and unpredictable world.**

I had grown to deeply care for you, and I knew that you felt the same way. Despite my often stoic demeanor, there was a fire in my heart that burned especially bright for you. And as I watched you work, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and love for the man that you were.

With a gentle smile on my face, I leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your temple, my hand still resting on your shoulder.

"I'm glad... that you're here with me. You make this place feel like home," I murmured softly, and even though it was clear that I wasn't someone who spoke much, I hoped that my actions would show just how much I cherished you.

I grunted softly in annoyance when you mentioned my wound, not because I didn't appreciate your concern, but because I was stubbornly prideful. Still, the soft kiss on my cheek and the pat on my back made me feel calmer, and I continued to patch up the wound.

"I'll be fine," I said dismissively as I finished up with my wound. But the way that you looked at me made me know that you weren't convinced, and I loved that about you.

As you moved away to start preparing the meat, I watched you, admiring the way that your muscular form moved. It was a good life that we had together, and it was made all the more pleasurable knowing that you were with me.

**Suddenly, I caught the scent of your arousal, and I tensed up a bit.

I noticed the conflict in your expression, the soft smile you gave after scowling at me. I could tell that you wanted something, but I didn't know what it was. My gaze followed you as you stretched your arms, and I caught a glimpse of your erection straining against your clothing. My heart skipped a beat at the sight, and I felt my own body responding involuntarily.

"Is there something bothering you?" I asked quietly as I walked towards you, placing a hand on your back and running it down to tease the hem of your loincloth.

I leaned in close to you, taking in the scent of your arousal. As much as I wanted to ask about it, I knew that sex wasn't something that we spoke about on the island. We had other ways of expressing our affection.

"I think the

"I think the boar will be ready soon," I said, my voice coming out in a low, throaty growl as I pressed myself against you. "But if you need something else, just let me know."

I trailed a hand down your chest, gently brushing your erect cock through the fabric of your loincloth. I could feel myself growing wet with anticipation at the prospect of sex with you.

"But for now, let's just enjoy our meal," I added, pulling away from you with a small smile. "I'm sure the meat will taste delicious."