Tending to her ankle, I got a good look right up her legs. The grass skirt was really just a little flap that covered her pubes, on a string round her waist; nothing at the back. As I admired her sweet face, half orange size tits and cone shaped brown nipples. She had a pert buttocks and slight glistening between the pink labia among the dark mossy pubes. "Oh shit! What a pity to meet her in circumstances like this," I thought.

I made her comfortable in a clearing on top of my sleeping bag by a hastily made campfire and flannelled down her feverish sweat. Now, we would have to wait to see if the antidote/poison would take effect. I was drenched with sweat and stripped to shower under a cascade that flowed from an ancient looking log - river bathing dangerous due to piranhas - wrapped a towel round my waist and returned to sit beside her, back against a fallen tree trunk.

Feverish, sweating, she stared deep into my eyes and then rolled on top of me, whisking away the towel. Instant boner, which she guided into her sopping cunt.

"What on earth!" I exclaimed.

She lifted a finger to my lips to silence me, gazing more deeply into my eyes than anyone else has ever done before or after. We communicated. She knew she was dying, far from her people, and this was her last contact with humanity. She humped ferociously and bit my neck as we came together.

"Oh, I wish my spunk could cure you..." I whispered hotly into her ear, pouring what felt like gallons into her tight depths that gripped the very life out of my throbbing pole. We gasped, kissed and hugged for what seemed an eternity, she squatting over me and moving her hips occasionally to keep my member to attention.

She was weak by then and dozed for a while. I lay under her, praying that she would recover, twitching my cock from time to time to keep it hard in her. The fire crackled and it was now getting dark. About the time the last tinge of light blue in the tiny spot of sky way above the trees was turning black, she opened her eyes and looked into mine, shuddered, spasmed and the light went out.

The spasming death throes made her cunt ripple and grip my cock so tight I came again. Oh, how tightly I hugged her, but she slipped away, no pulse in her neck, no heartbeat when I touched her tender breasts.

Now, there I was, with my cock buried inside a corpse. Hell, I wasn't a snuff fiend, a Satan worshipping Vampire or Gravedigger. I was just making love to this beautiful girl and she conked out. My erection subsided and flopped out. I closed her eyelids and began to ease out from under her. As I was maneuvering her limp body her head fell against my groin, her lips brushing my balls. My cock sprang to attention. I couldn't help it.

After some hesitation I guessed it wouldn't do her any harm now, a good chance to get some deep throat I wouldn't get from a live girl. My curiosity got the better of me.

Caressing her soft hair, I tilted her head up and pushed down her throat. No gagging or swallowing, no need for air, just a soft throat I could squeeze with both hands without fear of strangling her to get the right pressure on my cock. I did this slowly, gently, relishing every moment, her sweet head impaled on my rod, her lips brushing my pubes. I leaned forward and lay on top of her supple, flexible body, pulling her hips and thighs up toward me in a mortal 69. I spurted and spurted.

Exhausted, I dozed off and was awakened by the dawn bird song. "I must bury her before someone comes along and sees me like this," I thought. I prepared a shallow grave among the rocks and marked it with a stick bearing her kitbag, chopped up snake and empty bottle of Da Silva's potion. Perhaps someone would find her and realize what had happened. I returned to fetch her.

She looked so beautiful lying on her back, breasts flat and legs slightly apart. An irresistible urge came over me and I lifted her knees to her nipples. I climbed down into her shallow grave and plunging my boner into her cunt that was still spermy from the evening before.