Chapter 5: Riverside Under the Shady Canopy 2

“Don’t be scared, Nuna. I promise it’s going to feel amazing.”

“Yes, Khiri… Ohhh… si-id…” She whimpered as her legs were pried apart. The force of his fingers created a wet, shameful squelching sound. Her lush breasts heaved with every thrust. Khiri lifted her rounded, bouncy hips, exposing her swollen pink folds drenched in nectar.

Splat. Splat.

The dark pink head of his cock arrived at her entrance, poking and teasing. Her pussy was so tight he had to put his back into it. As he shoved his way inside, her walls pouted and stretched to accommodate his oversized shaft.

“Si-id… Ah…”

Khiri was hopelessly addicted to this girl. She was sweet, beautiful, and her pussy was a masterpiece that gripped him tight. Driven by primal lust, he watched as the gorgeous girl crawled on her knees, arching her hips high. The rugged man mounted her from behind, pumping into her relentlessly. Her petals were drenched, honey overflowing from her pulsing core.

“Ahhh! Khiri! My pussy feels so good!”

He flipped her over, keeping his shaft buried deep as he made her crawl again. He hammered into her tight, gripping tunnel without ever pulling out.

“Ahhh! Ahhh!”

Nuna crawled, her hips swaying in a seductive rhythm. His thick shaft slid out until it was almost free, only to slam back in with a heavy, wet slap.

PAAB! PAAB! PAAB!

“Khiri! I’m cumming! I’m going to flood you!”

“Si-id… Ohhh…”

As they neared the edge, the pounding grew frantic. The heat of their passion made the riverside feel like a furnace. Nuna spread herself wider, desperate for him to go deeper. A moment later, Khiri let out a guttural roar, slamming his cock to the hilt and pumping his seed into her.

PLOWW! PLOWW!

“Ah… Ahh! Khiri! It’s so hot… your cum is so hot inside me! Ahhh!”

“Do you like it?”

“I… I love it. Your cock pumps so much into me…” she whispered, sounding as if she were in a trance. He pulled her into a tight embrace, every touch a testament to the desire he had suppressed since the first moment they met.

Their breaths became one, intertwined in a space where nothing else existed but the earth, the scent of bamboo leaves, and the frantic pounding of their hearts under the afternoon sun.

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They had lost all track of time, consumed by the fiery rhythm of their bodies. By the time they finally surfaced from their passion, twilight had already begun to bleed into the sky. The nocturnal hum of cicadas rose to meet the soft mountain breeze, carrying the scent of damp earth and fragrant timber. A silver crescent moon hung low over the canopy as they sat side-by-side on the wooden steps of the volunteer quarters.

Nuna sat wrapped in the pha-kao-ma, her hair still damp from their sunset bath in the stream. Khiri leaned back beside her, one hand gripping a warm mug of herbal tea, the other resting just inches from her thigh. They weren’t touching, yet the air between them vibrated with the lingering heat of their shared intimacy.

“Khiri… what do you dream of doing after this?” she asked into the quiet dark, her voice so soft it was nearly lost to the wind.

He went silent for a moment, a faint, thoughtful smile grazing his lips.

“I want to make sure every elephant here is happy,” he answered simply, but with a weight that spoke of years of dedication. “I want this place to be a sanctuary in every sense of the word. No hooks, no chains, no beating, and no training through fear. I want them to just be… ordinary elephants who never have to look over their shoulders again.”

Nuna turned to him, her eyes shimmering in the moonlight. “That sounds beautiful.”

“It might not be as grand as other people's dreams, but to me, it’s everything.” He turned to meet her gaze, his eyes reflecting the soft moonlight. “And what about you, Nuna?”

The question caught her off guard. She looked down at her fingers, nervously tracing the pattern on the cloth wrapped around her.

“I… I honestly don’t know yet,” she admitted, her voice tinged with a shy embarrassment. “Back in school, I had no idea which faculty to apply for. I don’t know what kind of career I want. I feel like I’ve just been drifting, following my friends, living day by day like I’m lost in a fog. That’s why I took this gap year—to try everything. To learn what it is that I actually love.”

Khiri stayed silent for a beat before speaking with a tenderness that made her heart ache.

“If the path ahead is still blurry… would you consider looking right here for a while?”

Nuna arched a brow, looking at him curiously.

“The volunteer cycle is only two weeks,” he said, his voice smooth and sincere. “But if you like it, stay here with me for a bit longer. Don’t feel pressured to decide your whole life right now. Just spend time with nature, with the elephants… and with yourself. You might find that what your heart truly wants starts to reveal itself here.”

His words were so warm they made her chest tighten. Nuna looked away, taking a steadying breath before nodding slowly.

“I’ll have to see… but thank you for asking. I feel… so lucky that I came here.”