He reached behind and ran two fingers along the crack of his arse, flicking the remnants of the traveller’s seed to the leaf-littered ground.
As naively as a child, he brought the fingers to his nostrils and sniffed, the faintly earthy aroma bringing a smile to his lips. As he inhaled a second time, he subconsciously gave his semi-hard cock a tug, then began walking in the direction of his cave. 2
The following morning, the sky seemed lower. Banks of enormous grey clouds, some as dark as slate, hung heavily in the atmosphere. The humidity had a hint of chilliness to it. The rainy season was announcing its arrival.
There was nothing more for Adama to do. His hibernation burrow was prepared. The macan leaves had been collected and placed inside. The time had arrived to purge and bathe.