Naked jungle girl snake peril
Every one in Lodidhapura said so. His burnished cuirass and his helmet were of the precious metal, but his weapons were stern and lethal. Lucy Liu shows some concern about having sex in a dry swimming pool full of rattlesnakes in Flypaper. He could even feel the animal warmth of the bare arm that was supporting his head and shoulders. Boas, Pythons, and Anacondas.
Edgar Rice Burroughs
Erotic Illusions
He glanced at his watch, opened his pocket compass, and set a course as nearly due north as the winding avenues of the jungle permitted. Gordon King was disgusted with himself; he had found no ruins; he was hot, tired and hungry. He knew that these soldiers were no children of a fevered brain. Turning toward the object in the center of the room, King quickly identified it as the symbol of Siva and realized that he was doubtless in the Holy of Holies. Was he to die thus alone in the somber jungle tortured by hallucinations that might terminate only with his discovery by a tiger? Beyond the ravine, savage, mysterious, rose the jungle, its depth screened from view by the spectral trunks of fromagers and a tangle of bamboo. What it was he did not know.
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This actor pretends that it's no fun getting a face full of snake fangs in Hard Target. When after a hard day they returned empty-handed, King was convinced that in the search for small game a lone hunter would have greater chances for success. I suppose I shall have to admit that they are ghosts, since I know that no soldiers like them exist in the flesh anywhere in the world. At last the fever broke. Before he sat down upon the stone he leaned his rifle against a tree, and unbuckling the belt which supported his revolver and also held his ammunition, he tossed it upon the ground at his feet. Snakes Used to Shock Us.

That it would be still hotter he knew, for Cambodia lies but twelve degrees above the equator in the same latitude as Nicaragua, the Sudan, and other places infamous for their heat. He had tried to put it out of his mind and to imagine that by some chance they would be allowed to be together after they reached Lodidhapura, for he had found Fou-tan a cheery and pleasant companion even when her hour was darkest. For a while Lodivarman was silent, his dead eyes upon King, while he helped himself from time to time to the tender-cooked mushrooms with which the slave tempted him. Slowly, silently the great tiger emerged into the clearing, its gaunt, flat-sided body moving sinuously, its yellow-green eyes blazing terribly at the back of the unconscious old man. Pushing his rifle ahead of him, King climbed to the sill, where he remained in silence for a moment until his eyes became accustomed to the gloom of the interior, which was slightly relieved by light filtering in through a crack at one side. Many were the stories to which King listened—stories of ancient power and stories of kings who owned a million slaves and a hundred thousand elephants; stories of Kambu, the mythical founder of the Khmer race; of Yacovarman, the king of glory; and of Jayavarman VIII, the last of the great kings.