Project Eden
Copyright© 2026 by Uruks
Chapter 5: Compromise
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 5: Compromise - Adam wakes up in a prehistoric jungle teaming with dinosaurs and other dangerous beasts. He doesn't know who he is or where he came from. All he knows is that he is a human man, his name is Adam, and he has to fight to survive. Utilizing superhuman strength and uncanny intelligence, Adam starts asserting his dominance to become the Ultimate Alpha Predator. However, his ambitions are complicated by the arrival of the beautiful woman known as Eve, the first human Adam has ever encountered.
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Science Fiction Alternate History Post Apocalypse Robot Rough Big Breasts Nudism Violence
Deep In The Jungle – Mid Morning
The shift in him was immediate and absolute. The lingering vestiges of their domestic squabble were stripped away, shed like a snakeskin, replaced by the cold, focused purity of the predator. The air around Adam seemed to thin, to grow sharp and crystalline. His posture changed; he became lower, coiled, his every movement fluid and deliberate.
“Quiet,” he whispered to Eve, the word a soft, commanding hiss that was more potent than any shout. “Be as silent as you can.” He didn’t look at her, his crimson eyes already scanning the ground, the leaves, the broken stems. “I’ve picked up a trail. A large herd.”
He moved forward, and she followed, mimicking his near-silent steps. Even without his preternatural senses, the trail was obvious. It was a swath of wanton destruction carved through the jungle. The ground was churned into a muddy tapestry of massive, three-toed footprints, each one the size of Eve’s torso. The undergrowth was crushed, flattened, and every edible plant within a twenty-yard radius had been stripped bare, leaving behind skeletal stalks and shredded leaves. The very air smelled of raw earth and forced digestion.
As they moved deeper into the desolated corridor, Adam would occasionally pause without turning, his hand shooting out to correct her. He’d press down on her shoulder, a silent command to sink lower, or tap her calf, indicating she was placing her foot too heavily. He angled their path, always ensuring the faint, damp breeze was blowing into their faces, carrying their scent away from their quarry. It was a masterclass in stealth, a silent, deadly ballet that she struggled to follow.
It wasn’t long before they found them. The mist had begun to burn away, and through the breaks in the canopy, they saw a clearing. It was a scene of placid, monumental destruction. A herd of stegosaurus grazed, their massive, low-slung bodies moving with a slow, inexorable purpose. They were walking fortresses of bone and plate, their skin a mottled, earthy grey that blended with the trampled ground. Each beast was the size of a small hill, its back a double row of enormous, bony plates that rose like jagged shields, tapering to wicked points. The plates were edged with a faint, rusty-orange color, as if perpetually stained with dried blood. Their long, spiked tails, armed with four-foot-long thorns of bone, swung lazily behind them, cutting through the air with a low, dangerous whump. Their tiny, disproportionately small heads, were buried deep in the foliage, their powerful, beaked mouths methodically masticating branches and leaves with a wet, grinding crunch.
Adam’s lips peeled back from his teeth in a wolfish grin of excitement. He pointed, his finger a steady line in the air. “See that one,” he whispered, his voice vibrating with a frenzied energy. “That’s the bull. He’s the leader of the herd.”
Eve followed his gaze to a creature that made the others look like juveniles. This one was a colossus, its plates larger, its spikes sharper, its hide scarred with the white lines of old battles. It stood slightly apart, a king surveying his domain.
“How can you tell?” Eve breathed, her own awe battling a rising tide of fear.
Adam never took his ecstatic eyes from the bull. “Because of his size,” he explained, his voice a low, intense monotone. “Because of his scent—muskier, more dominant than the others. Because of how the smaller ones give him a wide berth, but are constantly mirroring his movements.” His grin widened. “That’s the one I’m going to kill.”
Eve gasped, the word a strangled sound of horror.
He turned to her, his expression already shifting back to the hunt. “For now, you just watch. Prey like these ... they’re too much for you. In time, I’ll show you how to hunt and kill smaller things. But this one is all mine.”
As he crouched low, his muscles bunching like drawn cables, Eve grabbed his shoulder, her fingers digging into his hard flesh. “No, Adam, don’t!”
He looked at her, and for a moment, the wildness in his eyes softened. “I have to, Eve. He’s the most logical target.”
“No, he’s not,” she insisted, her mind racing. “For one thing, he’s too big for both of us to eat alone.”
A gentle, patient smile touched his lips. “That’s true, but his meat won’t just be for us.” He turned to face her fully, giving her his complete attention. “You’re right when you say that stegosaurus is too big for the both of us. We couldn’t hope to eat that much meat, even if we had a whole month.” He looked back at the lead bull, marveling at its size and power. “But the meat we don’t eat will fill the bellies of other predators in the area. They’ll be drawn to the smell of blood from miles around.”
Eve’s eyes widened as the first chilling thread of understanding began to creep in.
“Think about it,” Adam continued, his voice a calm, reasoned lecture in the midst of a killing field. “The raptors, the deinonychus packs, even the big cats. They’ll pick that carcass clean for days, long after we have eaten our fill. And while they’re preoccupied with eating and digesting all that meat, what do you think they won’t be doing?”
Eve finished for him, her voice a hushed whisper. “They won’t be eating us.”
Adam nodded, a look of profound satisfaction on his face. “Exactly. We’ll have fewer enemies to deal with for the time being because there will be fewer hungry predators about.”
He gestured to the sparse, ravaged vegetation around them. “But, of course, that’s not the only reason. Look at this place. Those dinosaurs are picking this area clean of vegetation. The plants don’t have time to regrow. If they continue, it could lead to a grave imbalance in the ecosystem of this area. More dead plants mean less food for the herbivores. Less food for the herbivores means less food for everybody. Worst-case scenario, it’s a full-on starvation event for all the animals in this part of the jungle.”
He gestured back at the lead bull. “But if I kill their leader, the others will panic and disperse. They’ll break up, move to new grazing lands, giving the vegetation here time to grow back. It’s not cruelty for the sake of cruelty, Eve. It’s a necessary balancing act. By killing him, I save countless other lives, including our own.”
Eve stared at him, completely dumbfounded. The sheer, cold, breathtaking scope of his logic was staggering. She found herself completely agreeing with it. “You’re right,” she said in astonishment. “I never thought of it like that.”
He patted her hand, a gesture of paternal approval, and crouched again, preparing to launch himself into the clearing.
But she took his shoulder once more. “But that’s not why I wanted to stop you,” she explained, her voice trembling slightly. “It wasn’t a question of ethics. Of me valuing that ... that thing over you.”
Adam frowned at her in utter confusion. “Then why do you want to stop me?”
Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears. She shook her head helplessly. “I’m scared for you, alright?” she finally admitted, the words bursting out of her. “That thing is huge. I’ve never seen you kill anything that big before. Please. Can’t you find something smaller? And if you insist on saving the vegetation here, we can find some other way to scare that herd off.”
She braced herself, expecting his frustration, his dismissive anger. Instead, a slow, infuriatingly gentle smile spread across his face.
Her lips drew into a thin, angry line. “I mean it, Adam. I don’t want you fighting that thing.”
His smile only widened. Suddenly, his gaze darted to a point just over her shoulder, his expression shifting to one of comical alarm. “Hey. What’s that behind you?”
Eve gasped, her survival instincts taking over as she whipped her head around to follow his gaze. “What?” There was nothing there. Just more mist-shrouded trees.
While her back was turned, Adam leaned forward and pressed a quick, firm kiss to her cheek. It was a warm, shocking spark of contact. She blushed furiously, her hand flying up to rub the spot, completely stunned by the audacity of it. And while she was still too dazed to react, he suddenly bolted. He was a blur of pale muscle and red hair, a ghostly streak that exploded from the cover of the foliage and dashed out into the trampled field toward the bull stegosaurus.
Fear and a furious, white-hot anger coiled together in her gut. She shot to her feet, her hands clenched into fists, and screamed his name at the top of her lungs. “Adam, you macho moron!”
The moment Adam’s feet hit the trampled earth of the clearing, the world erupted. The placid grazing of the stegosaurus herd shattered into a chorus of panicked, guttural bellows. The massive beasts, so slow and cumbersome moments before, now stampeded in a mindless terror, their colossal bodies crashing into one another as they fled.
A wave of dust and suffocatingly sweet, herbivore scent washed over Eve, forcing her to cover her mouth and stumble back to avoid being trampled by the panicked tide.
But the bull did not run. It stood its ground, its tiny head rising from the foliage, its beady eyes locking onto the lone, pale-skinned challenger who dared to invade its domain. A low, guttural growl, unlike any sound Eve had ever heard, vibrated from deep within its chest—a sound of gravel and ancient malice. It lowered its head, not to charge, but to present its armored face, a shield of bone and scales, and began to move toward Adam with a slow, deliberate menace.
Eve watched from the edge of the chaos, her heart a frantic drum against her ribs, each beat a prayer for a life that might end in seconds. She saw Adam, a flash of white skin and red hair against the earth-toned behemoth, and felt a terror so profound it was sickening.
Adam did not charge. He circled, his feet light and quick on the packed earth, a predator analyzing its prey. He feinted left, then right, drawing the bull’s attention, searching for a weakness. The bull followed his movements, its head swiveling slowly, a turret of bone and fury. It made its first move, a sudden, explosive lunge, not with its head, but with its tail. The four massive spikes, each as thick as Adam’s arm, whipped through the air in a deadly, hissing arc.
Adam leaped. He wasn’t just fast; he was prescient, launching himself sideways a fraction of a second before the spikes would have impaled him. He hit the ground rolling and came up in a crouch, but the bull was already turning for another pass. It swung its head, not to bite, but to bludgeon, and Adam had to scramble backward to avoid the sweeping, armored plates that guarded its flank. He was almost underneath it. With a snort of exertion, the bull lifted one of its colossal, elephantine feet and brought it down with the force to crush stone. Adam threw himself backward, the ground shuddering with the impact just inches from his head, a spray of dirt and grass pelting his face.
Eve’s hands flew to her mouth, a silent scream trapped in her throat. The bull was relentless, a storm of destruction, driving Adam back, forcing him to evade rather than attack. But Adam was learning. He saw the pattern. He saw the slight hesitation after each tail-sweep, the millisecond of imbalance as the creature pivoted its immense weight. He waited, his body coiled, every fiber screaming for the right moment.
It came. The bull lunged again, a clumsy, frustrated charge meant to trample him under its bulk. This time, Adam did not retreat. He exploded forward, moving inside the arc of the attack, ducking under the swinging neck. For a breathtaking moment, he was at the creature’s side, his body pressed against the rough, scaly hide. He wrapped his arms around the bull’s thick, muscular neck.
It was a battle of titans. The bull bellowed, a sound of pure agony and outrage, and began to thrash. Its muscles, thick as ancient tree roots, bunched and writhed under Adam’s grip. Adam’s arms, corded with sinew and power, tightened, his face a mask of supreme effort as he fought to hold on. The bull’s head whipped back and forth, trying to dislodge him, and Adam was flung from side to side like a doll, his feet barely scraping the ground.
The creature’s spiked tail arced around, aiming for his back, and Adam had to release his grip with one arm to brace himself against the bull’s side, his feet digging into the dirt as he pushed with all his might to keep the spikes from finding their mark.
Eve scrambled through the chaos, dodging the panicked, fleeing members of the herd, her eyes locked on the desperate, writhing struggle in the center of the clearing. She felt helpless, useless, her whole world standing on the precipice of ruin. She found herself praying, pleading to whatever gods might listen, not for victory, but for him to just survive.
Please don’t let him die. Please, just let him live.
Adam’s arms were trembling with fatigue. His lungs burned, every breath a ragged fire. He knew he couldn’t outlast the creature’s raw, animal strength. He had to end it. With a roar that was a mirror of the bull’s own fury, he re-engaged his full grip, his forearms digging into the soft flesh beneath the bony plates. He squeezed. It was not a simple act of strength, but a focused, concentrated application of every ounce of power he possessed, a calculated application of force to the bull’s vulnerable throat.
The bull’s thrashing became more frantic, weaker. Its legs buckled. It made a choking, gurgling sound, a terrible parody of its earlier bellows. Adam pushed himself to the absolute limit, his vision tunneling, the world fading away until there was only the strain in his muscles and the feel of the life slowly draining from the colossal creature. With one final, guttural roar of triumph, he put every last shred of his will into his grip.
There was a loud, wet crack. The massive body went limp. With a sound like a falling mountain, the stegosaurus bull crashed to the earth, shaking the very ground. Its final, shuddering breath escaped its lungs in a long, dusty sigh. It was dead.
The remaining members of the herd, witnessing the fall of their leader, let out sounds of sheer terror and scattered, running in all directions, just as Adam had predicted. He stood over his prize, his chest heaving, his body drenched in sweat and streaked with dirt. A slow, savage grin spread across his face as he stared down at the fallen king.
When it was all over, a wave of pure, unadulterated relief washed over Eve so intensely it left her weak. A sound escaped her, half-sob, half-hysterical laugh. She ran, stumbling across the torn-up ground, and threw her arms around him, burying her face into his sweaty, heaving chest.
“You did it! You actually did it! You big, wonderful...” she gasped between peels of astonished, joyous laughter.
Then the anger returned, hot and sharp. She pulled back, wound up, and slapped him hard across the face. “Don’t you ever do that again, you braindead idiot!”
Adam’s head snapped to the side, but when he looked back at her, he wasn’t angry. He was so happy, so utterly exhilarated, that a wide, cocky grin was all he could manage.
“You told me to be heroic and impressive,” he said, his voice a deep, satisfied rumble. “You need to make up your mind, woman.”
Eve felt her blood boil, but she knew with a jolt of dismay that it was more out of sheer, overpowering lust than anger. Still, she refused to indulge him while he was looking that insufferably pleased with himself. She pulled away, turning her back to him so he wouldn’t see her blush, crossing her arms over her chest.
“You’re impossible.”
Adam just laughed, a deep, booming sound of victory. Then he gestured to his kill. “Alright. Now’s as good a time as any for you to learn how to eat meat. Let me show you the best parts.” He launched into an eager lesson, his boyish excitement overriding his exhaustion.
“See here?” he said, pointing to the thick haunch. “This is the best meat. Rich and full of fat. But you’ll want to avoid the guts—they’ll make you sick. The heart, though,” he said, his eyes gleaming. “Is a delicacy. Eaten raw, it gives you the creature’s strength.”
He crouched by the carcass, already planning the butchery, his muscular body glistening with sweat, his face alight with a fierce, boyish joy. Eve watched him. She saw the hero, the victor, the teacher. She saw the memory of his desperate, valiant struggle against a monster, and the reality of his brilliant, strategic mind. It was too much. A hunger that had nothing to do with food roared to life inside her.
As Adam continued his anatomical lecture, completely absorbed, Eve crept up behind him. She wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing her naked body against his slick, powerful back. He stopped talking. He froze, every muscle in his body tensing at her touch.
“Lesson’s over,” she whispered into his ear, her voice thick with a new and desperate need. “You can teach me how to eat later. Right now ... I need you.”
Adam’s first response was a low, frustrated grunt. “Eve, wait,” he protested, his body a rigid line of tension against hers. “The meat. It needs to be butchered now, before it spoils. The blood...”
His words died in his throat as her hand slid around his hip, her fingers trailing with a feather-light touch over the sweat-slicked skin of his abdomen. She found him, already semi-erect from the adrenaline of the hunt and the raw thrill of his victory. Her touch was not a request; it was a claim. Her fingers wrapped around the thick, hot shaft of his cock, and a shiver of infinite pleasure coursed through him, momentarily short-circuiting his formidable mind.
“The meat can wait,” she whispered, her voice a silken promise against his ear.
Her breath was warm, her lips brushing the sensitive skin just below his earlobe. Her tongue flicked out, slowly licking his jaw and ear with uninhibited desire.
“Right now, the only meat I need is yours. I want you to fuck me so hard that I scream.”
His hesitation evaporated. The primal, territorial part of his brain that had orchestrated the kill, the part that saw her as his, his mate, surged to the forefront and drowned out the logical strategist.
He spun around to take her in his arms, his crimson eyes burning with a new, wilder fire. He captured her face in his hands, his grip firm but not painful, and crushed his mouth to hers.
It was not a gentle kiss. It was a violent, possessive claiming, a kiss that tasted of his sweat, her desperation, and the metallic tang of blood from the cut she gave him as she bit into his lower lip. He backed her up, his powerful body forcing hers across the trampled ground until her back was pressed hard against the warm, still-fleshy side of the dead stegosaurus. The rough, scaly hide was a stark, primal contrast to the soft skin of her back.
He broke the kiss, his chest heaving, and his gaze dropped. Her naked body was a masterpiece of athletic beauty, his eyes, wide and almost hypnotized, locked onto her breasts. They were magnificent—huge, round, and defying gravity with their firm, perfect shape. Her large, rosy nipples were tight, puckered peaks, and they seemed to call to him. He lowered his head, his mouth hot and wet, and took one into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive nub as he sucked with a deep, hungry pressure that sent jolts of electric pleasure shooting straight to her core.
Eve cried out, her head falling back against the carcass, her hands tangling in his thick, red hair, holding him to her. “Yes,” she gasped, her voice ragged. “Oh, hell, yes.”
His free hand roamed her body, mapping the curves of her hips, the flat plane of her stomach, before delving between her thighs. She was already slick with desire, her folds swollen and wet. He slid two thick fingers inside her, his thumb finding the hard, aching nub of her clit and rubbing it in tight, merciless circles that made her legs tremble and her vision blur. It was too much, too fast. A sharp, explosive climax ripped through her, and she cried out his name, her body bucking against his hand.
But he gave her no time to recover. He pulled his fingers away, leaving her empty and aching for more. With a low growl, he lifted her by her waist, his brute strength effortless. She wrapped her legs around his hips instinctively, her ankles locking behind his back as he held her aloft. He positioned the broad, leaking head of his cock at her entrance, and then, with a single, powerful thrust, he buried himself inside her to the hilt.
Eve screamed, a sound of pure, primal bliss. He filled her completely, stretching her in a way that was both a searing pain and an ecstatic homecoming. He held her there for a moment, impaled on his cock, his face buried in the crook of her neck, his ragged breath hot against her skin. Then he began to move.
He started with long, deep, punishing strokes, pulling out almost to his tip before slamming back into her, his hips a piston of driving force. The wet, percussive slap of their skin echoed in the clearing, a lewd, rhythmic beat that was the only music she cared to hear. She clung to him, her nails digging into the hard muscle of his shoulders, her body a passenger to his raw, animalistic rhythm.
His rugged physique was a marvel of power and efficiency; every bulging bicep, every straining tendon in his neck, every corded muscle in his back was a testament to his strength, and it was all focused on her.
He changed his rhythm, slowing down, grinding into her, the base of his cock rubbing against her clit with each deep, deliberate rotation. The new angle sent a fresh wave of intense pleasure through her, and she felt another orgasm building, coiling deep in her stomach like a serpent.
“Adam ... Adam...” she chanted, her voice a mindless, desperate prayer.
He lowered her to the ground, his body never leaving hers, and laid her back on the soft, torn-up earth. He stayed inside her, his arms braced on either side of her head, his massive body looming over hers. The sight of him above her—his muscular torso glistening with sweat, his face a mask of fierce concentration and raw desire, his crimson eyes burning into hers—was intoxicating. Her breasts, slick with a sheen of sweat, jiggled with his every powerful thrust, and his gaze was fixed on them, absolutely hypnotized by their movement.
He hooked his arms under her knees, pushing her legs up and back, opening her completely to him. The new position allowed him to plunge even deeper, and he took advantage of it, his strokes becoming shorter, faster, more brutal. The sound of his balls slapping against her ass was sharp and obscene. He was plundering her, using her body to chase his own release, and she gloried in it, in the feeling of being taken, of being so completely possessed by this magnificent, violent male.
A third, shattering climax tore through her, a blinding white light that stole her breath and her thoughts, leaving her a limp, quivering vessel of pure sensation. He felt her inner walls clenching around him, her orgasm triggering his own. With a final, triumphant roar that shook the leaves on the trees, he slammed into her one last time. His body convulsed, and he poured himself into her, a hot, powerful flood that filled her completely.
He collapsed on top of her, his heavy weight a welcome, grounding pressure, his face buried in her hair. Their bodies were slick with sweat and the remnants of the hunt. The only sounds were their ragged, gasping breaths and the distant, quiet sounds of the jungle reasserting itself around them.
They lay there for a long time, a boneless, sweaty tangle of limbs in the shadow of his kill. Eve’s hand drifted up, her fingers tracing the powerful lines of his back. She felt his heart hammering against her chest, a steady, reassuring beat that matched her own. She felt utterly sated, utterly conquered, and more deeply in love than she had ever thought possible.
Eve tilted her head back, looking up at him, and a slow, breathless laugh escaped her lips. He met her gaze, and his own lips curved into a matching grin. They laughed together, a quiet, intimate sound of shared triumph and sheer joy. But as his laughter subsided, his gaze intensified, a familiar, hungry fire rekindling in his crimson eyes. His cock, still buried deep inside her, began to swell and harden again, a renewed, throbbing pressure against her sensitive walls. Eve gasped quietly, her eyes widening at the sudden, invasive return of his arousal.
He sighed, a sound of deep, weary frustration. With a pained reluctance, he pulled out of her, leaving her feeling achingly empty and bereft. A small sound of protest escaped Eve’s lips.
“This won’t do,” he said, shaking his head as he sat up, his impressive erection standing at rigid attention. “At this rate, we won’t ever get anything done. We’ll just fuck each other all day until we’re too weak to stand.”
Eve grinned wickedly, pushing herself up to lean forward and flicking her tongue out to lick the sweat from his lips. “What’s wrong with that?” she asked, her voice a husky, teasing purr.
Adam growled, his lust surging at her touch. He visibly fought it, a muscle twitching in his jaw as he forced the primal impulse back down. “Eve. Be reasonable,” he ground out. “You know where we are. We’re in a jungle where one bad decision could mean our deaths at any moment. We can fuck,” he conceded. “But we have to be strategic about it. There’s a time for sex, and a time for work.”
Eve pouted, a genuine, lower-lip-thrusting pout. She knew he was right, and the infuriating part was that she couldn’t even argue. She pulled back, looking him over with a dramatic sigh, and muttered, “Well, it’s your fault for being so sexy and naked all the time.”
Adam frowned, his brow furrowed in genuine confusion. “What does me being naked have to do with anything? I can’t help it that we don’t have fur, feathers, or scales to cover us like the other animals. It’s just the way we are.”
He said the word ‘naked,’ and a different kind of lightbulb flickered on in Eve’s mind. Naked. Cover. Coverings. A sudden, gasping idea seized her, so brilliant and obvious she couldn’t believe she hadn’t thought of it before. Her eyes went wide.
“Cover,” she whispered, testing the word. “Coverings. As in...” She beamed, a delighted, wicked thought blossoming in her mind. “I know a way to hide your nakedness so that I won’t want to have sex with you all the time!”
Adam stared at her as if she’d just started speaking in tongues. “What?”
Eve didn’t explain. The idea was too exciting, too perfect to waste on words. She grabbed his hand, scrambling to her feet and pulling him up with her. “Come on!”
“Eve! What about the food!” he protested, trying to dig his heels in as she dragged him away from the carcass.
She waved a dismissive hand back at the fallen stegosaurus. “Leave it for the carnivores, like you said! We can just eat more berries while I work on my idea!”
“WHAT IDEA?” Adam cried out, his voice a mix of exasperation and bewildered curiosity as he stumbled after her.
But Eve was already too excited, too caught up in her stroke of genius to answer. She just giggled and pulled him, the mighty hunter who had just slain a titan, deeper into the jungle.
Deep In The Jungle – Afternoon
For the next few hours, Adam watched Eve as she worked on creating her ‘big idea’. He sat with his back against the rough bark of a great ironwood tree, his massive arms crossed over his chest, his expression a monument to profound suffering. She called it ‘clothing’. Adam called it a pain in the ass.
But no matter how loudly he groaned, Eve was too excited and too enthralled in her work to let her spirits dim. She was a whirlwind of focused energy, a golden-haired phantom darting through the undergrowth. Her process was one of clinical ingenuity. She had identified several broad-leafed vines, their stems fibrous and tough. Using her teeth and a sharp-edged rock, she would score the leaves near their stems in long, parallel strips. This painstaking process, repeated over and over, allowed her to tear the leaves into long, pliable cords. These cords she wove together with a speed and dexterity that fascinated him, her fingers flying in a complex, hypnotic pattern, knotting and interlacing the green strips until they formed a coarse but surprisingly sturdy fabric. The air grew thick with the clean, sharp scent of crushed chlorophyll and bruised plant matter.
As Adam waited impatiently, she told him to distract himself by gathering more edible plants. This, he did with much complaining, and the most sour expression possible. He gathered some dusk-fruit, their dark skins cool and smooth against his fingers, snacking on them occasionally, the burst of tart juice a small solace. He collected enough for Eve as well, placing them in a neat pile near her workstation, but she only took a few bites as she was completely focused on her work, her attention unwavering.
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