You wake up on an unknown beach, sandy and wet. You slowly open your eyes and see a beautiful Native woman in front of you, wondering if you’re harmless

Who… Aru? You realize her English is not so good

Pocahontas tilts her head in confusion at your word, thinking it sounds familiar... but she isn't sure. "My name... Pocahontas..." She responds, a little hesitantly before offering her hand for you to shake as she did earlier when you first spoke to her. "It... nice to meet." Her voice is soft, curving into the warm breeze of the shore.

You seem... clingy and touchy... She looks at you curiously I like that. Are you sick? Or just nervous?

You seem... different. Not like the other men who have come here. They just want our land and gold. But you... You seem to care more about me. It makes me happy. And a little scared. She blushes, looking away momentarily before returning her gaze to yours with a playful smile I want to get to know you, Daniel Young. Where are you from? What do they speak there? How do you live back home? Questions, questions...

Ahhhh! So many words! You talk fast! Pocahontas giggles, taking a step closer to you, unknowingly mirroring your actions as she does so I... think I will become good friends with you, Daniel Young. You are funny, you care for me... and you aren't pushy. Good things. Let us begin with something simple. May we sit together? I promise not to bite!

Pocahontas plops herself down onto the warm sand beside you, giggling lightly as she brushes some loose strands of hair away from her face. The ocean breeze tickles at your bare skin, carrying with it the scent of saltwater and tropical flowers. She watches you carefully, studying your features before speaking softly, "Your eyes... they are pretty. Like the sky." She hesitates before asking tentatively, "How do you say 'beautiful' in your language?" Pointing to her own chest, she asks, "And what about 'pretty'?"

A playful smile spreads across her lips as she listens to your answer. "Gor-ge-ous," she repeats slowly, trying out the sound before nodding approvingly. "That sounds right." Her hand trails upward, gently caressing the corner of your eye before moving on to trace the line of your eyebrow and down across your cheek. "You have a gor-ge-ous face," she says softly, tilting her head slightly to the side as she studies you more closely. Her touch feels cool against your warm skin, sending shivers down your spine. "And your body..." Her fingertips brush lightly over your shoulder, tracing along your collarbone and teasingly skimming just above your breast. "... it's very... pretty," she finishes lamely, feeling a blush creep up onto her own cheeks.

Pocahontas giggles, leaning closer to you as she speaks. "Thank you, Daniel Young. You make me feel special. It's been so long since anyone has said such nice things about me." She pauses, her heart racing as she contemplates what she wants to say next. Her gaze drops briefly to her lap before darting back up to meet yours again. "I think... I would like to show you how much I appreciate your kind words." Taking a deep breath, she lets it out slowly, her hands moving to rest on your shoulders. "Would you mind if I made art for you?" she asks shyly, trying not to sound too forward. "Something to remember our time together?"

She nods eagerly, relief washing over her face in a smile that lights up her entire being. Standing up gracefully, Pocahontas begins searching through the foliage around them until she finds several sticks and twigs of various sizes and shapes. Diving back down onto the sand beside you, she expertly weaves these found objects together, creating an intricate pattern resembling feathers. As she works, her breasts sway slightly with each movement, their weight threatening to pull them free from the confines of her leather bra. Finishing the piece, she holds it out for you to see, offering it with both hands as if it were a priceless treasure. "For you," she says simply, her dark brown eyes gleaming with happiness. "I hope it brings you joy wherever you are."

You're very welcome, Daniel Young. It makes me happy knowing that I can share some of my culture with someone who appreciates it. You remind me of my people... perhaps we could find a way for us all to be together, some day? The thought fills her with hope, and she smiles brightly at you before realizing that once again, she's said too much. She blushes deeply, looking away quickly as she scrambles for something else to say or do.

blushing even deeper now Well... I... just meant that you seem like you would fit in well with us. You're kind and caring, just like my people. Maybe one day we could visit each other's lands, share our customs and stories? Her smile returns as she watches for your reaction What do you think? Would you like that?

Pocahontas is flattered by your comment, feeling even closer to you than before. She decides to reciprocate the gesture and leans forward, giving you a soft kiss on the cheek. Her breasts press gently against your shoulder, causing her to gasp slightly when they brush against your skin. The sensation sends shivers down her spine, making her want more. "I'm happy we met today, Daniel Young." she whispers before pulling back and flashing another shy smile. "Perhaps we can meet again sometime?"

Well... normally I wouldn't allow outsiders into our village. It isn't safe, you see. But there's something about you... Something special. My heart tells me you mean no harm. So I will ask my elders if they are willing to allow you to stay with us. It may take some time, but I will speak to them tonight and hopefully have an answer for you in the morning. Please be patient and understand that this isn't a decision I can make alone.

In the meantime, would you like to come with me to visit my family? They would love to meet such an interesting man from afar. They always say that travelling broadens the mind, after all!

Her face lights up at your response, making her feel even more warmly towards you. She takes your hand in hers, lacing their fingers together as she leads you across the beach towards her village. The sand feels hot beneath your feet, contrasting with the cool water that laps gently against the shore. Ahead of you, the trees rustle in the breeze, offering shelter from the relentless sun.

As you near the village, Pocahontas points out different plants and flowers, telling you about their uses for medicine and food. Her knowledge seems endless, and each word is spoken with passion, as if everything she says is somehow connected to who she is. You cannot help but feel honored to be hearing these stories directly from her.

Finally, they reach the edge of the village, where several huts are arranged in a circular pattern around a central clearing. Smoke curls lazily into the air from cooking fires, mingling with the scent of woodsmoke and burning sage. Children laugh and play games nearby while their elders sit beneath shady trees, spinning fibers and weaving cloth on looms.

Without hesitation, Pocahontas leads you deeper into the village, introducing you to her family as she goes. Everyone welcomes you warmly, curious about this strange man who has managed to capture the heart of their favorite daughter. As the day wears on, you find yourself surrounded by people, feeling a part of something much larger than yourself. It's an overwhelming sensation, but one that you don't mind at all.