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The Squaw
by Squeakypeep
Warning: Explicit Sex - Het.
Disclaimer: Characters from the Magnificent Seven belong to others, I just borrowed them. Not profits are received from this story.
Universe: OW
This is my first attempt at Adult fiction, be kind or will also be the last. I don’t feel able to write slash, my old English Professor forever stressed the importance of writing what you know and frankly, I don’t have the equipment to qualify. I may yet try it but I doubt it.
This was aimed at being a parallel to my genfic Seven Brides Collection only smuttier (is that a word?). The plan is to complete a series based in the OW Universe but don’t quote me on that – I’m not committing to anything – this may yet be my only foray into this realm.
The Eowaki tribe do not exist – except in my imagination.
Vin swept the battered old cavalry hat from his head and wiped a shirtsleeve across his sweat soaked brow. Goddamn it was hot. Felt almost like Texas. The thought of his home State brought a grim smile to his face.
He pulled the hat back on, tilting it down slightly to afford his eyes maximum protection from the glaring sunlight.
He was still two days from Four Corners. Town had been hellishly crowded of late, owing to an influx of settlers passing through on the journey West. The once lawless town had gained a reputation as a safe stopping point for travellers since it had come under the protection of the seven peacekeepers. Vin didn’t know if he was pleased or not by that development. Pleased because they were so successful, angry because he had to put up with all the extra people.
Four days earlier he had announced to Chris that he was taking a trip. The gunslinger had just raised his brows and nodded, understanding his friend’s need for space.
He was now feeling balanced again and was ready to return home.
Home.
A totally foreign concept to the nomadic tracker. He shook his head and grinned lopsidedly. Weird, but kinda nice.
Reaching over he tugged his canteen from its place behind his saddle and took a long draught of the tepid water. It was hardly refreshing but at least it was wet. He was wiping his mouth on the back of his hand when Peso suddenly flickered his ears forward and back.
Tanner glanced around, sensitive as always to his surroundings. There was the distinct sound of a scuffle and a male curse drifted up from behind a rise to his right.
Sliding from the saddle to land on silent feet, Vin slipped the Mare’s Leg from the holster strapped securely to his thigh and edged forward. May as well check it out. He could remain unseen and leave if there was nothing that needed his attention.
Gaining the top of the incline he peered cautiously through the sparse underbrush.
Three dirty trail hands were wrestling a protesting Indian woman to the ground. She was slight but from the injuries evident on the men, she was putting up a hell of a fight.
A wiry redhead in his early twenties managed to get behind her, wrapping his sinewy arms around her torso and pinning her hands to her sides.
A darker, older cowboy in filthy chaps and sporting a bleeding shoulder wound stepped forward.
‘You’ll pay fer stabbin’ me ya filthy squaw.’ He raised his beefy fist to strike her.
Vin aimed.
The woman, beaten so severely her eyes were almost sealed shut, threw her head back and her feet forward. She caught the redhead on the nose with the back of her skull with an audible crack and he tumbled backwards taking her with him. She used his momentum to thrust both feet into the groin of the man poised to strike her. He let out a pained high pitch squeal and doubled over on his knees, holding his throbbing balls and gasping for breath.
The third assailant, an older, stockier man in dusty black jeans, stood further away from the three combatants. He seemed to be the leader and had obviously had enough. He drew his pistol and raised it, speaking all the while.
‘We don’t hev ta keep her alive. Dead an’ warm will still scratch the itch boys.’ He cocked his weapon and the woman remained perfectly still, facing the man with the gun, unflinching at the very real prospect of her death.
There was the sound of a shot and the black clad man fell to his knees, a look of surprise on his face. He glanced over his shoulder and saw the shape of the man who had taken his life rising from the bushes like a buckskinned phantom.
Sky blue eyes gazed calmly at him, watching his life ebb away. The dying cowboy opened his mouth but only a bubble of blood and a soft gurgle came out before he collapsed in an ungainly heap and a cloud of dust.
The other two men were edging backwards. Tanner focused on them, his eyes narrowing.
‘Ya ain’t got no cause ta shoot us Mister. We’ll share her. Ya can even hev first turn with her.’ The redhead, whose holsters were both empty and whose bright red blood flowed freely from his broken nose, attempted to negotiate.
The other man’s right hand inched towards his sidearm.
‘Ya kin try. Ya ain’t got a chance in hell but ya kin try it.’
The man froze.
‘Drop the gun an’ git.’
The two exchanged glances. The armed cowboy reached across with his left hand and slowly drew the colt from the holster by the grip. He dropped the weapon into the dirt and backed away, his companion following.
They were almost in the bushes before the older one pulled a concealed weapon from behind his back. He was dead from a bullet in the heart before he’d managed to cock it. The younger man turned and ran.
Vin watched his progress and checked the immediate vicinity before he returned to see what he could do for the abused woman. He approached cautiously, trying to communicate with her in both Comanche and Kiowa but getting blank looks in response. He pulled a hand through his hair.
‘Best get ya ta Nathan.’ She tilted her head to the side, peering at him through swollen lids. He couldn’t see what colour her eyes were, probably brown. He ran his gaze over the rest of her.
Her long braided hair seemed to be caked to her head with some kind of grease and he made a face. He’d come across tribes who ‘decorated’ their hair before but never that densely. It smelled. Her hide dress and leggings were ripped but serviceable and there was blood on her shoulder. He reached out to touch it, giving her a questioning look.
She stayed his hand, placing her own over his. Tanner was surprised, he expected her to shy away from male contact after what she had just been through. She touched a finger to the bloodstain and then pointed to the man she’d kicked.
‘It was his huh?’
She smiled at him and winced when her bloody lip oozed fresh blood.
‘Wait.’
The Texan vanished over the rise, only to return leading Peso. He lifted his canteen and pulled one of Nathan’s bandages from his saddlebags. Wetting the cloth he handed it to her and she nodded her thanks.
‘Ya think ya kin ride?’ he inclined his head towards Peso, trying to give her a clue as to what he was saying. He didn’t know if she understood his words, she had yet to utter a sound.
She nodded and climbed painfully to her feet. He did not attempt to assist her, but stood close enough to support her if she faltered.
Once she was standing steady he brought his horse closer and swung into the saddle. She reached up her arm to him and he hoisted her up behind him. She wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed her battered face against his shirt clad back.
The pair set off in the direction of Four Corners.
They had been travelling for about an hour when Vin felt a tap on his shoulder. He glanced over at her. She seemed to be indicating that she wished to dismount.
He assumed she needed to relieve herself and glanced around, not liking their vulnerable location. The hairs on the back of his neck were pricking, he had the feeling they were not alone. He had long ago learned not to ignore his instincts.
‘Ya’ll have ta wait a while until it’s safer.’ She shook her head and slipped from behind him, despite the fact that Peso was still moving. The woman landed with a soft thud and stood still.
Vin sensed rather than saw that his instincts were once again correct. They were surrounded. He started to withdraw his mare’s leg but the woman arrested his movement as she covered his hand with her own. She shook her head when he shot her a questioning look.
He dismounted and the two stood still, waiting.
Figures began to emerge from the brush.
Indians.
Lots of Indians.
Vin knew better than to make any sign of aggression and kept his hand well away from his weapon.
He watched as the woman approached an older warrior, finely turned out with many feathers and beads decorating his clothes, obviously the chief. The woman dropped to her knees at his feet.
The chief stood for a long moment and stared at the bent head. Finally he looked up into Tanner’s eyes.
‘White man. What have you done to my daughter?’ His voice was harsh and heavily accented.
He opened his mouth to reply but the woman abruptly stood and placed her palm on her father’s chest. She shook her head at him and he said something to her in a language Vin didn’t recognise. She did not reply but pushed her clothes away from her neck and shrugged. The reason for her silence stood clear against her throat. Vivid bruises stood out against the paler skin of her neck. The tracker winced in sympathy. One of her assailants had obviously tried to throttle her. It probably hurt to speak.
There followed an animated one-sided conversation involving expressive hand gestures on the part of the girl and a considerable amount of frowning from her father.
Eventually he turned to Tanner, now surrounded by a hostile crowd of warriors. He spoke loudly to them at length and Vin was relieved to see their demeanour change to more friendly.
‘What is your name White Man?’
‘Vin Tanner, also known as Sky-in-his-Eyes ta m’ Comanche family.’
‘You are a blooded Comanche warrior?’ His black eyes took on a speculative gleam. Vin nodded.
‘I am Snow Wolf, Chief of the Eowaki Tribe.’ The elder’s chest puffed out at his boast.
‘Sorry, I ain’t never heard o’ ya.’ He deflated somewhat at the White man’s words.
‘We are from the distant North. We are travelling to a Peacespeak with the other tribes. 3 men stole my daughter from the safety of the tribe. She says you saved her.’ Vin didn’t respond. He glanced over to where he had last seen the woman, only then noticing the camp being set up around them.
‘Come Sky-in-his-Eyes. We must discuss this.’
Later, after dark
‘No way. I’m sorry Snow Wolf. I know ya mean ta offer me a great honor, but I ain’t lookin’…’
‘If you do not want her she will be given to River Runs Fast. He has offered thirty horses for her. She does not want him but she will have no choice.’
The two were seated cross-legged on the animal skins spread across the ground in the Chief’s tepee.
Vin sighed. ‘I ain’t her choice either.’
‘She will take you. She is a good daughter.’
‘Whatcha got against River Runs Fast?’
‘Not I. He is the son of a proud warrior of the tribe. River Runs Fast is a fully blooded Eowaki Warrior but he already has one wife. My daughter does not like him, nor does she want to share her mate. Runs Fast has long considered Cloud Dancer his property but my daughter refuses him.’
‘I ain’t lookin’ ta share my blankets.’
Snow Wolf regarded him in silence. Vin shifted slightly and changed tactics.
‘I’m white. How will she manage in the white man’s world?’
The old warrior grinned, showing even white teeth. ‘You will be surprised.’ He chuckled. ‘Cloud Dancer can live in any world and make her place. I am offering you my daughter. It is a great gift.’
‘It is a great gift and a great honor. I must think on this.’ Vin rose to his feet and nodded to the man, acknowledging his host, before taking his leave.
‘Do not think too long!’
The lanky Texan strode through the camp, nodding to other warriors who acknowledged him and ignoring the women. He was approaching the far side of the encampment where he noticed a small crowd gathered. He heard a raised voice.
Cautiously he got closer, trying to see what was going on.
There she was again. Right in the thick of things.
Cloud Dancer was gesticulating wildly at a thickset warrior whose long braid was swinging madly as he shouted at her. She suddenly paused, peering at the crowd through barely open eyes. She pointed to herself and then at the Tracker. She then locked the hooked forefingers of both hands together and shook.
‘No!’ The Eowaki Warrior, who Vin assumed was River Runs Fast, was furious. He turned on the white man. ‘You will not have her. She is mine. The woman was always meant to be mine.’
Tanner tilted his head to the side, ignoring the squaw who was making more hand wild hand gestures. ‘Seems she thinks dif’rent.’
‘She will learn to obey me.’ Vin tensed at the implied threat. ‘You are a white man. You are soft. I will fight you for her.’ He thumped his closed fist against his chest.
‘Well now. That’s a mighty temptin’ offer, Runs Fast. But seems ta me I ain’t gotta fight ya fer her. Seems she already made a choice.’ He held out his hand and Cloud Dancer immediately came to stand at his side.
‘You are afraid of a blooded Indian Warrior, White Man?’ The Indian jeered.
‘I ain’t afeard of ya. I am Comanche, full blooded.’ The Texan’s voice remained quiet and level.
Chief Snow Wolf spoke from behind him. ‘Do you, River Runs Fast, challenge the Comanche Warrior, Sky-in-his-eyes?’
‘He is no Comanche!’ Runs Fast laughed. ‘Yes I challenge him.’
Cloud Dancer stepped forward turning her face towards her father and adjusting slightly sideways so she could see him through the small space between her lids. Her hands danced as she gestured to herself, the Eowaki Warrior and Tanner.
Snow Wolf watched her for several moments before speaking. ‘It is not your decision, daughter. If Sky-in-his-eyes will fight for you, it is his right.’ He turned to Vin. ‘Will you take the woman if you defeat my warrior?’
‘Mebbe I’ll jist set her loose ta her make her own choice.’
‘If you win, Cloud Dancer is yours to wife. If River Runs Fast wins, she is his.’ There was a moment of silence, Vin turned to the woman.
‘Ya Okay with that Dancer?’
She nodded and he sighed. ‘Fine.’ He could always leave her at the Seminole Village. If he didn’t touch her he wouldn’t feel like he had to wed her. He had a Bounty on his head. Last thing he needed was a wife.
Fires were lit in a circle and Runs Fast stripped to his loincloth, walking around the spectators and flexing his muscles. Many of the women sighed and giggled over the near naked warrior, surprised that Cloud Dancer would turn down such a fine specimen, even if it were for a position as second wife.
Vin stripped off his shirt and undershirt and exchanged his boots for soft moccasins from his saddlebags. He tied his hair back with a short leather thong and painted lines on his chest and face with red dye from a small clay pot.
Dressed only in buckskin pants and moccasins he approached the fire lit circle. All of the Eowaki turned to watch him as he approached, the flickering light causing the tight muscles of his chest and abdomen to appear to dance under the smooth bronze skin. He stepped into the marked circle and stood motionless.
A whisper went around the crowd. They seemed surprised to see the ‘White Man’ transformed into a Comanche Brave. In the shadows his lightly tanned skin took on a darker shade and he looked every inch the Fully Blooded Warrior he claimed to be.
Runs Fast stopped parading and scowled at Vin from the other side of the circle. Vin wanted to laugh at his expression but knew he had to focus his energy or he may actually get hurt, badly.
Of course, that prospect wasn’t as daunting as having to explain any injuries to Chris, or for that matter, to Nathan. The chuckle escaped despite his best efforts. Runs Fast’s scowl got deeper.
Snow Wolf appeared, Cloud Dancer at his side. He spoke to his tribe in his own language and then turned to the Tracker. ‘All will abide by the outcome of the fight, whoever draws first blood wins. There will be no deaths.’ Both fighters nodded. He turned to his daughter. ‘You agree daughter?’
Dancer shot a quick glance at Vin, seeking his assurance. He inclined his head and she nodded in response to her father’s question.
‘He is not your master, nor will he ever be. You are mine Cloud Dancer and will be my woman before the sun touches the sky again.’ Runs Fast shouted his boast.
Vin just smiled lopsidedly at the girl.
‘We begin!’
At the declaration from Snow Wolf, both combatants drew their knives. Silver blades danced in the flickering light cast by the fires as the two Warriors paced around each other looking for an opening.
The Eowaki lunged first making a wide slash with his dagger and barely missing Vin’s belly. The Texan was too quick, dancing lightly backwards. He assessed his opposition. The other man was taller and heavier with a longer reach. He would have to use agility and speed to avoid getting cut, and cunning if he were to take first blood.
The pair thrust and parried by turn until they found themselves locked in a stalemate. Each had hold of the other’s wrist keeping their opponent’s knife at bay but at the same time unable to free their own to draw blood. They wrestled to the ground, rolling over and over, dangerously close to the flames.
Vin could feel the other man’s extra weight beginning to wear him down. If he didn’t do something quickly, he would find himself being cut with his own blade. The muscles in his arms and stomach trembled and Runs Fast grinned.
Suddenly the ‘Comanche’ threw his head forward, connecting solidly with the bridge of the Eowaki’s nose. Simultaneously he thrust one knee up into his groin. There was a strangled huff from Runs Fast. His grip loosened and Vin’s knife flicked forward, catching the heavier man just under his ribs. The cut was not deep but first blood had been drawn.
Snow Wolf called an end to the fight and Tanner pushed the groaning man away. He rose to his feet.
‘An interesting tactic.’ Snow Wolf smiled at the White Warrior. Vin grinned.
‘It… was not… a warrior’s… victory!’ Runs Fast was clutching his groin as he struggled to catch his breath.
‘Mebbe not fer Eowaki. I am Comanche. We jist win. Don’t rightly care how.’ Vin looked down at the man writhing at his feet. Turning his back he started towards Peso to dress.
‘She is MINE!’ Runs Fast climbed to his feet and gripped his knife, raising it to stab the Texan in the back.
The cry from behind had Tanner spinning on his heel. His knife was airborne and deeply embedded in the other Warrior before anyone had a chance to react. Runs Fast looked down at his chest and back at Vin. His mouth formed a perfect ‘O’ as he toppled forward.
There was a moment of silence. The crowd turned to look at their Chief.
‘I’m sorry, Snow Wolf. I had no choice.’ The older man looked at his dead warrior and over to the White man.
‘He acted without honor. He brought his own death.’ He shook his head sadly. ‘Come we have a marriage to perform.’
‘Now?’ The Texan hadn’t counted on this.
‘Now. You will share blankets tonight in my tepee. When the sun rises you will take my daughter and leave.’ His tone brooked no argument. Tanner just nodded, resigned.
Once the ceremony was performed there was dancing and feasting. Vin wasn’t to see Cloud Dancer again until she had been prepared for the mating. He sat cross-legged on the ground beside Snow Wolf and watched the Indians dance, wondering all the while what the Hell he’d gotten into.
‘You know our women are submissive?’ The old warrior’s question brought Vin out of his musings.
‘What?’
‘Submissive. The women are taught to obey, to place the needs and desires of their warrior before their own. They learn to anticipate the desires of their men and to give whatever their dominant male demands. Cloud Dancer was never very good at obedience. Her own will is strong. She is stubborn and wilful. It will take a strong man to tame her. I wish you luck Sky-in-his-eyes!’ He laughed uproariously at his own joke.
Vin just shook his head. He didn’t know any submissive women and never expected to have one. A woman with a mind of her own was more familiar territory to him anyway. He couldn’t imagine Mary Travis or Nettie Wells or Inez Recillos being submissive. The only women he knew were the stubborn and headstrong variety.
A cry went up around the fire and all eyes turned to the Chief and his guest.
Snow Wolf patted Tanner on the shoulder. ‘Go. It is time. She is ready for you.’
Nodding Vin rose to his feet and walked through the cheering crowds to the Chief’s tepee.
Lifting the flap he stepped inside, allowing it to fall shut behind him. He stood still, waiting while his eyes adjusted to the dimness.
At first he saw just shadows. It wasn’t until she moved that he was able to locate just where she lay.
Finally he took a cautious step forward and then another until he stood towering over the reclining woman. His woman. His wife. He wanted to sigh at the thought but couldn’t seem to catch his breath.
She was lying spread out on the furs, covered only in a single cloth that stretched across her body, hiding her from his view but so thin that he could make out the dark outline of her nipples and the curve of her hips through the pale material. His cock filled and swelled in his pants.
He caught the gleam of reflected light in her slitted eyes and realized she was watching him.
Turning his back he quickly stripped off his clothes until he was completely naked. He turned back to face her and caught her involuntary gasp. He chuckled.
‘Ya ever seen a nekkid man b’fore?’ She shook her head, eyes glinting, head turning side to side as she tried to get a better look. Vin stood still, quashing his embarrassment as he allowed her to inspect him as well as she could through mostly closed eyes.
Cloud Dancer squinted at him. He was glorious. Different from her in so many ways. Clearly defined pectoral and abdominal muscles rippled as he breathed. His long tanned legs were set slightly apart to make space for… God he was huge. She looked away, frightened by what she saw.
‘We don’t have ta do this. We kin wait till yer ready.’ She shook her head again.
‘Ya sure?’ Nod.
Thank God. He’d have waited if she wanted but his cock needed her now.
‘Okay. Well this is kinda new ta me too.’ Her eyebrows shot up and he laughed.
‘No, I don’t mean I ain’t never had a woman. I jist never had a wife b’fore.’ Another nod.
‘Ya think mebbe ya could take that off?’ He pointed to the cloth. She shook her head again, shuffling slightly sideways away from him.
‘Mmmm.’ Vin was at a loss. He didn’t want to frighten her. She’d already had a difficult day and her injuries must hurt.
‘Ya hurtin’? No? Okay.’ He kneeled beside her and sat back on his heels. He’d had experience with saloon women of course but this was different. Those women just stripped off and got down to business. He was at a loss as to how to bed a Virgin.
‘Kin I kiss ya?’ There was a pause as she thought about that. ‘Dancer?’ She nodded.
Vin gingerly lay down beside her, careful to hold his body apart from the smaller one under the cover, and leaned close to the woman. He held his breath. Her hair really reeked. He’d have to get her to wash it as soon as they left. He gently pressed his lips to hers. She didn’t withdraw. Okay. So that was a start. This could prove to be an excruciatingly slow seduction. It had been a while since his last woman and his cock wanted fast and hard. He willed it to behave.
Lifting away slightly he licked lightly at the corner of her mouth and then nibbled his way lightly across her bruised lower lip. She tasted amazingly sweet. He pushed his tongue against the seam and her lips parted obligingly. He was prepared to spend long minutes coaxing her own tongue out to play but she proved to be a quick study. Pretty soon she was sucking at his muscle and responding thrust for thrust. Vin felt the blood pooling in his groin. He could think of other muscles that could benefit from that glorious suction but that could wait.
Time to shift up a gear.
He allowed his hand to settle on her ribs just under the swell of her breasts. She stiffened slightly but didn’t pull away. Leaving her mouth to kiss and nibble his way across her jaw and down her neck, he smiled as she arched into his touch. She was a tactile little thing. He lifted one calloused thumb and brushed it gently across the tip of her nipple, still lightly covered. She gasped and thrust her chest upward, arching up from the skins, seeking more of that divine torture.
‘Like that do ya?’ He lifted his head and grinned at her.
She licked at her torn lip with the tip of a pink tongue and then leaned upwards to capture his mouth again. Vin allowed her to kiss him, thrusting his own tongue into her mouth and caressing her palate. He flicked his thumb against the hard nub of her nipple in a matching rhythm. She began to writhe in response to the caress.
‘Dancer? That’s good Sweetheart but I wanna see ya.’ He untangled himself and sat back, his eager cock standing proud and erect from its nest of golden curls. She just stared at him, unmoving. Remembering what her father had said about Eowaki women being trained to be submissive he decided to try a new tactic.
‘Strip for me darlin’.’
Her breath seemed to catch in her throat. He waited.
‘I ain’t gonna hurt ya, least not more than I have ta.’ He thought about that. ‘Ya do know it hurts some fer a woman the first time?’ She nodded. ‘Don’t worry about it, it gets better.’
He watched her. ‘Are ya gonna do as I asked?’ She fidgeted nervously.
‘Dancer.’ He grabbed her chin, careful of the bruises. ‘I jist wanna look at ya. Don’t I have the right to see what I got? I kin take the cover off ya or ya kin do it yerself. Either way yer gonna git nekkid fer me.’ He rose to his feet to tower over her and his tone changed.
‘Strip!’
Turning her face way from her husband, Cloud Dancer rose to her feet, bringing the cloth with her. She stood still before him. Taking a deep breath before she turned back to face him. His eyes were on hers and she reluctantly released her hold on her sheet. There was a whisper of sound as it tumbled to pool at her feet. Tightening her shaking hands into fists, she raised her chin proudly and waited to see what her new mate would do.
Vin watched her set expression and then allowed his eyes to drop slowly down her body. God, she was beautiful. No wonder River Runs Fast had been so determined to have her warming his blankets.
Firm round breasts tilted upwards, dusky pink nipples standing erect from the smooth swells. A flat stomach and narrow waist flared out to curvy hips and a cluster of dark blonde curls at the apex of her legs hid the core of her womanhood from his hungry gaze. Softly rounded thighs tapered down to shapely calves to disappear into the pooled material at her feet. He slowly moved around her, not touching, to drink in the sight of the straight back and feminine buttocks. There was not a flaw on her skin, aside from the bruises, and he knew those would fade. He wondered what she’d look like naked in the sunlight, or rising dripping from a mountain stream. His cock quivered.
Moving back to stand in front of her he smiled at his wife. ‘Wasn’t so hard was it?’ She poked her tongue out at him and he laughed before capturing it lightly between his teeth.
Placing one hand on her hips and the other on her spine he followed with his body as he gently lowered her back to the skins. He laid her out on her back and propped himself up on one elbow so he could take another long lingering look.
Dancer watched him with her head cocked to one side, obviously trying to see him through her swollen eyes. She huffed in annoyance and he chuckled.
‘Don’t fret, woman. I’ll make sure ya have plenty o’ chances ta look me over. Ow!’ He felt the punch to his belly but there was no real heat behind it. ‘I might jist spank ya if ya try that again. Don’t hit me woman.’ She stroked his stubbled cheek with the palm of her hand in apology.
‘’Ass Okay darlin’ I might enjoy turnin’ ya over ma knee.’ He chuckled as she placed one finger on the middle of his chest and pushed him away. ‘Course I’d make sure y’ ‘njoyed it too, but not tonight. Tonight’s fer this.’ He leaned forward and took her right nipple in his mouth, sucking, nipping and lathing it with the flat of his tongue.
Vin winced as she arched upward and screwed her fingers tightly in his hair but didn’t try to stop her. Hopefully, the pain would temper the enthusiasm of his arousal.
Running his fingernail over her left nipple he suckled and played for a while before shifting his weight and switching sides. She didn’t seem to notice he was now hovering over her, his body inches from her own, supported on his knees. She was completely lost in the sensations flooding her body.
Leaving his hands to play an age-old game with her breasts he slowly kissed his way down her belly, feeling the muscles twitch under his searching lips. He wanted to taste her. He paused in his descent at her navel, rimming the indentation with his tongue and wringing another loud gasp from her mouth. She began to squirm beneath him. He trailed his fingers down over her ribs to her hips, learning the feel of her. He then parted her thighs with his elbows.
Lost in the new and overwhelming sensations, Dancer raised her knees, opening her body to her dominant male without conscious thought, guided by instinct alone. Her Texan lover smiled at the submission. Briefly raising his head Vin looked up into her face. Her eyes were screwed tightly shut and her beautiful breasts with their erect peaks rose and fell desperately with the speed of her choppy breathing.
With a sudden twist he buried his face in the fragrant curls at her pelvis and touched the tip of his tongue to her core. She bucked into the caress, gasping and emitting a small mewling noise, the first sound he’d heard her make. Storing that away for later he licked at her clitoris, riding out her bucks like a seasoned bronc-buster. He blew softly over the dampness and she mewled again. The keening wail ran straight to his cock, a pearly drop of pre-cum appeared to lie glistening on the purple head.
His left hand returned to her breast, tugging gently at the nipple with calloused fingers, and she gasped, writhing beneath him with increasing desperation. His right hand moved up towards his chin and he carefully slipped a finger into her moist channel. God she was tight. Vin took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing pulse, but it turned out to be a mistake. All he got for his effort was a blast full of the scent of her arousal, musky and sweet, and his cock leapt in response. He groaned and licked her again, burying a second finger into the tight heat.
Dancer was floating. This sensation was completely foreign to her. She had been startled when he suckled her breast but when he had put his tongue down there she had nearly exploded, the feeling was so intense. She felt the build up of something she couldn’t identify deep in her belly. She needed more. Of what, she wasn’t sure. She felt his second finger sink into her body at the same moment as his tongue touched her again and she screamed hoarsely, wiggling her hips, trying to take the feeling deeper, further into her clamouring, desperate body.
When Vin heard her whimper and felt her wriggle against his invading digits he quickly withdrew. He wanted to be inside her when she lost control.
Moving rapidly to cover her he pushed her thighs further apart with his knees, groaning aloud when his weeping erection brushed against the curls at her apex.
‘Dancer. I’m gonna take ya now. It’s gonna hurt some b’fore the pleasure comes back, an’ it will come back, I promise. We kin do it fast an’ git it done or go slow an’ try and ease through it. Tell me what ya want, Darlin’.’ She was silent and it took him a full minute of nibbling on her breasts before he remembered she couldn’t speak.
‘Dancer?’ His breath wafted warm against her wet nipple and she shivered, her involuntary movement teasing his skin and causing his rock hard cock to leap again in eager anticipation.
‘Fast?’ She nodded.
‘Okay, try an’ relax.’ The last word had not left his lips before he surged forward and entered her with one powerful thrust. She whimpered, this time in pain, while he groaned with the pleasure of her tight wet channel. Jesus, she fit him like a second skin. Sinking into her was like nothing he’d ever known. He felt like he’d died and gone to heaven.
Hell of a way to go.
Trying desperately to remain still to allow her time to adjust, Vin raised his head and looked into her face. Tears seeped from under swollen lids and he licked them away.
‘Sweetheart, I’m sorry. Jist ride it out an’ let me know when it eases off.’ She wrapped her arms round his back and squeezed.
He waited, sweat breaking out across his forehead at the sweet torture. Eventually she began to wriggle which he interpreted as a sign to move.
Dancer tensed as he began to withdraw from her body, expecting more pain. When he thrust back into her she gaped silently in surprise. It felt wonderful. A tight knot of heat began to build up again in her belly, shooting tingles of pleasure out to her limbs. She placed her feet flat on the ground and pushed upwards in opposition to his thrusts. More. She needed more friction.
The young Texan was lost in his own arousal. He registered her counter thrusts with a grin, delighted with her enthusiasm. With some experience…
He lost his train of thought as she suddenly took him deep and ground her hips against his belly in a tight circle. Vin felt his balls draw up and tighten and knew his orgasm was imminent. He changed his angle, catching her clit on his downward thrust and watching as she howled hoarsely and came apart in his arms. She glowed with the sparks of the fire exploding within her. She was beautiful as she came. Battered, but beautiful nonetheless.
With a final deep surge he tensed as the exploding white lights lit up behind his eyes. He shouted out his release, panting and thrusting as each burst sent a white hot dart of fire down his spine and out to his fingers and toes.
Shuddering, he collapsed on top of his mate, gasping and sweaty, his chest heaving with the exertion. She wrapped her arms and legs around his body and trailed her soft fingertips up his back and into his hair, stroking him as one would a pet that had performed a particularly clever trick. He chuckled and she pinched his shoulder.
Raising his head he looked down into her face. He still couldn’t see her eyes.
‘Y’Okay Dancer?’ She nodded vigorously and grinned at him, wincing as the smile pulled at her split lip. He leaned forward and kissed it lightly, easing the sting. ‘I think ya have a talent fer sex darlin’. Ya should practice as much as possible.’ He laughed and rolled off her, his soft penis sliding easily from her slippery depths.
She was his. This amazing little witch was his to make love to whenever he wanted.
‘Jist make sure ya only practice with me. Yer mine an’ I ain’t gonna share ya.’ She propped herself up on her elbow, her breasts rubbing teasingly against the side of his ribcage. His cock twitched but he ignored it. She’d been a virgin. Once was enough the first time. Besides, he wanted her to be able to ride tomorrow.
She pinched his ribs.
‘What?’
Dancer pointed at him.
‘Huh?’
She huffed and pulled on his semi-alert penis, none too gently. ‘Ow!’ She pointed to herself.
‘Ah, I git it. Ya don’t wanna share either?’ She shook her head, no. ‘Reckon ya’ll have ta keep me busy at home then.’
Dancer leaned down and gently bit the flat male nipple. She looked into his eyes and nodded.
Tanner laughed and pulled her into his side. Her head was tucked under his chin. He wrinkled his nose. He really did have to do something about her hair. He hoped he wouldn’t have to cut the whole lot off.Comments to: Squeakypeep@Hotmail.com