Aubrey was shifting her hips and half asleep. The infernal itch and heat of arousal would not let her drift off. She heard the tent flap and opened her eyes. The fire was all but out, and the inside of the teepee was only dimly lit. “Nashoba?” she whispered. She could see the shadow and she knew it had to be him. “Please, please untie me.”
Nashoba walked over to her and sat by her side. He could see the fever of passion in her eyes. Nashoba brushed his fingers across her forehead, and she gasped and turned her head towards his stroking hand. Aubrey trembled with arousal and wanted him to caress her… to tease her as he had done on the journey. This time, she would not be denied her climax. It boiled just below the surface. She needed him inside of her. She needed to feel the stiffness of his cock stroking her pulsing walls, letting her grip onto the friction and quench the desire radiating from her core.
Passion overcame her fear of the man, and her emotions were stretched to such a degree that she could think of nothing except calming the burning ache inflaming her body. His hand brushed down her throat, and she bowed her breasts towards him. “Oh god. Oh, yes.” Aubrey tugged at her wrists and tried to kick her legs. “Please untie me,” she begged again. Her voice was a woeful, pitiful cry.
Nashoba bent down, and Aubrey felt his hair slide across her breasts and belly. She hissed when his mouth drew in a nipple, and let out a small cry when his teeth nipped her erect nub. She arched to fill his mouth while his fingers caressed her other breast, tweaking and pinching the nipple until she was crying with the sensation of relief.
His warm hand glided across her stomach, absorbing the heat of her quivering, until his fingers stroked through the golden curls of her pussy. He slipped two fingers into her folds and she bucked her hips into his hand. She was soaked with arousal and cried out when his fingers brushed across her clit. His cock was straining for relief, and he sat up quickly to remove his moccasins, breechclout, and breeches.
Aubrey’s eyes half closed, and she watched him kneel between her thighs. She wanted to hold him, to wrap her arms and legs around him and draw him inside her. Desire was driving her mad. She was obsessed with the need to climax and relieve herself.
Nashoba centered his cock on her hole and slowly pushed along her slick surface. Her muscles clenched and gripped, pulling him deeper into her moist warmth. Nashoba felt her passion seep into him while he thrust in slow plunges, torturing both of them until his thrusts increased, and his balls slapped against her bottom. Her fists were clenched tightly in their bindings, while she arched and offered herself to him.
Aubrey looked up into his eyes. They were shiny pitch mirrors reflecting down on her. The raw savage desire in them should have terrified her. Instead, they made her even more aroused and driven with need to quench the constant strumming of her nipples and pussy. She ground her hips into his, wishing she could dig her nails into the tight muscles of his ass and guide his momentum.
She felt his cock thicken and pulse inside of her. His arms were shaking with his effort while his black gaze continued to fix on her face and his hair blended with hers on the fur blanket. Aubrey’s eyes fluttered when she felt the beginning of her climax, seeming to empty her and leave her lighter as sensation boiled into her core. “Oh… oh my god,” she screamed.
In answer, Nashoba felt his seed rush from his balls and up his cock. It spewed deep inside her, and he hissed, “Wacasa.”
A while later, their shudders subsided and he rolled to her side. He let his fingers stroke over her sweat-glistened breasts and belly, inhaling the rich musk of their union. She began to tremble as her passion resurfaced. The potions would keep her in a sense of heat until she no longer fought her need for him.
“Please untie me,” she begged again. “I won’t run away.”
Nashoba reached out and stroked down her belly, and he felt her quiver. She is afraid of me. He caressed again, a little more softly. She pushed into his hand when he was near her breast, and moaned. Encouraged, he used both hands to hold her soft mounds, and he ran his thumbs up to her peaked nipples.
“Oh, oh yes,” she sighed. Aubrey thought she would go mad if he did not release her. The first climax seemed to fuel the need for another. His fingers pinched her taut buds and she gasped. “Ouch.” He withdrew his fingers immediately. “They stuck me with needles,” she whispered.
Nashoba had no idea what the women had done. Wacasa did not really tell him to stop, so he began stroking her again. “God, Nashoba. Untie me,” she begged. Fuck the whole Indian spirit world crap. The guy’s a head honcho hunk, and I’m so horny I’d like to tie him down.
“My mother says you know you will stay with the Wehali.”
“Yes. Yes. It isn’t like there’s a bus back home.” Aubrey was getting frustrated. “Look, you know damn well those spirit women and your mother fired me up. Can we please do the twenty questions later? Untie me, dammit.” Aubrey yanked at the wrist cuffs.
“You are not supposed to be quite so… agreeable,” Nashoba replied in a slightly hesitant, confused tone.
“Let me stick a porcupine quill into your cock and load you up with Spanish Fly, and then let’s have this discussion.”
Nashoba’s balls squeezed at the thought of the quill. He had no idea what a fly had to do with anything, but the spirit women were mysterious. Nashoba decided to release her ankles to see if she would kick him. He reached across her belly and let his hand slide through her thick cream. “I do not think I will untie you,” he decided. He reached a finger between her legs, and began to stroke. She pushed into his hand, and he smiled. “You are in need,” he chuckled softly. His woman was very passionate indeed. His cock stirred and lengthened with the thought of plunging into her tight channel again.
“Hell yes. You know damn well they did this to me.”
“I think it is better to leave you tied,” he repeated. He stroked one hand along her slick path and massaged her breast with the other. “It is my turn to torture you, white woman.” He was surprised when amidst her sexual response he heard her softly crying. Nashoba remembered his mother’s words, that Wacasa would be tired. “You will do as I say?”
“Yes,” she cried quietly. Aubrey was relieved when she felt his fingers at the ties of her wrist cuffs. He released all the restraints and she lay squirming on the blankets.
He stretched out beside her and trailed his fingers down her stomach. “Take care of your need, Wacasa,” he whispered.
Aubrey ran her hand over his tight chest, feeling the warmth of the sun radiating from his body. Her hand moved lower, and Nashoba quivered at the touch of her trembling fingers sifting through the curls until she wrapped her hand around his cock. Aubrey thought how much she would love to turn the tables and drive the warrior insane with the talent of her mouth… but she was so tired. She rose and straddled his hips, and slowly sank down.
“Wacasa,” he groaned. The warm glove of her sheath pulled against his cock, and his hands circled her waist.
Aubrey began a slow ride with his hands guiding her. She rolled her pussy into his groin, oblivious to the stinging pain of her clit. She needed to climax, and her eyes closed while she rode him. Her hands pressed into his chest with her movements.
“Oh… oh my god. Oh,” she cried with the power of her release, and she felt his cock tighten and pulse before he jetted his load deep inside her.
Nashoba was surprised at the quickeness of his orgasm. When he felt her walls grip and spasm, he could not hold back. She collapsed onto his chest, and his fingers wound through her long hair. They lay joined together while he rubbed her back, and she was sleeping before he slipped out of her.
In the morning, she was curled against his side with her head on his chest. He had covered her with a fur that had slipped below her breast, and her small hand was gripped into his hair. The golden of her own tresses wound through his, and he sifted them together while he watched her sleep. A cage had locked around his chest, just as his father said the feeling for his mother had done. S
he was a white woman, though. It was not supposed to happen. Wacasa was his captive… not his wife. The mixed feelings confused and saddened him, and they made him angry with a loneliness of loss.
His hand wandered towards her exposed breast and he studied the puffy pillow of her pale nipple. There was a tiny mark from the quill that had been lodged into the tip to add the infusion. Nashoba wished her need for him did not require the potion. He let his finger push lightly into the swollen flesh. Wacasa sighed in her sleep, and she pressed her breast into his hand.
Her encouraging response filtered down to his groin, and his balls constricted with the lengthening of his shaft. Nashoba ran his hand down the curve of her waist and hip, spreading his fingers and wrapping around to caress her bottom. Her skin was soft and warm, and as he cupped her cheek, she pressed her pussy into his hip. Even in sleep, she began to rub against him. Perhaps, the spirit women potions are not a bad thing.
Nashoba was heedful of his mother’s words that Wacasa would be tired, and he shifted his hips in frustration and watched his stiff cock tenting the furs. His caresses became a little more aggressive and urgent, though he was determined to let her awake on her own.
Aubrey felt a strong arm holding her, while her fingers slipped through a sheet of silk hair. The very masculine scent of earthy leather comforted her with a feeling of safety. A finger pressed into her nipple, disbursing the infusion and causing her need to be a nagging frustration at the edge of her consciousness.
The strong arm caressed down her side, and the hand, fingers spread wide, brushed over her bottom. Aubrey felt her pussy tighten and slicken with her cream. Her clit became agitated with the need for stimulation, and she tightened a leg she had thrown over a warm, muscular thigh, and pressed her mound against the hard warmth. Gradually, the caresses exploring her body became more urgent… along with her arousal.
Aubrey’s eyes opened slowly, and her circumstances filled her mind with fearful anticipation. Nashoba felt her stiffen slightly, and her sleepy green eyes turned up to meet his. Aubrey held back a gasp at the aroused gaze staring down at her. The Indian was so handsome… so virile and completely male… and there was no denying the hunger in his black eyes. Deep in their depths, was a hint of amusement. “Will I tie you down again?” he murmured.
Aubrey shook her head. “What did those women do to me?”
Nashoba ran his hand through her hair and felt her shiver. “You were a companion traveler, with no crime against the Indians. It is better if you yearn to join our tribe, and coaxing your body for this desire is easier than binding your mind. The two will join as the infusion helps you want to please me.”
Aubrey’s mind swirled with the injustice that Nashoba considered a logical kindness for her abduction. It was not the only thought going through her as her body continued to build in its desire to have him caress and seduce her passion. Under any other circumstances, she would have had a natural attraction to the man. His primitive, raw sexuality had her craving his savage touch.
“I let you satisfy your need, Wacasa. I want to feel your lips on me.” Nashoba continued to stare at her, and slowly pulled her hair to persuade her head lower.
Aubrey wanted to rant at him for suggesting the previous night’s tryst was of her choosing. Her body was left in such an aroused state that she would have used her own hands to pleasure herself if he had not been there. She thought of his magnificent cock filling her, her slick walls milking him and squeezing her own passion into his flesh… oh, god. I’d do it again. She wanted to do it right now. Apparently, he wanted her mouth. Aubrey smiled and stopped fighting his tugging hand. She would give him one of her world-class blowjobs, and he would be insane with desire to satisfy her own gripping arousal.
Aubrey lowered the sleeping fur and gasped. Holy shit. She vaguely remembered a most pleasurable fullness, but she had been so in heat that she had no real idea of his size. Nashoba folded his hands under his head, and he watched in silent amusement while Wacasa stared openly at his cock. It twitched when her fingers reached for him.
There was already a slick drop of precum glistening on the tip. Aubrey realized Nashoba was just as anxious to feel her, and she filled with a strange sense of pride. He was the chief’s son. He could choose any woman in the tribe that he wanted, but it was obvious by the male signature of his teepee that he had no lover living in his tent. She spread the oozing droplets with her fingertip and looked up at him. “Did you take me because you had to?”
Nashoba shrugged. “The shaman said you were mine. We do not question the spirit guides, though their wisdom does not mislead us. You are mine because it is right and meant to be.”
Aubrey did not understand how they could have unfailing belief in their mystical methods, but she did realize that Nashoba would not question the decision that brought them together. She lowered the furs further down his legs, and her fingertips brushed down his long, thick shaft to the heavy weighted sacks below his cock. She lifted one pouch with her hand and squeezed lightly, while she brushed her thumb across the surface.
Her other hand rested on his hip while she lowered her head to taste him. She felt his hand wrap into her hair, and he pulled the curtain of gold back so that he could watch. The first stroke of her tongue across his broad soft crown made his shaft quiver, and she took her hand off his hip and wrapped it around his cock. Her other hand continued to explore his testicles, while she nipped gently and slid her hand up and down his stiff column.
Aubrey’s tongue teased around the sensitive ridge of his bulbous helmet, and she smiled when he hissed, “Wacasa.” It was a sound she was learning to enjoy and equate with his pleasure. Her mouth filled with his leaking crown, while her hands pumped and stroked with gentle caressing movements. As his excitement and need grew, she felt her own body responding with desire. This was something she rarely experienced when she concentrated on using her mouth and hands to pleasure her partner. She was becoming just as aroused as Nashoba, and she squeezed her thighs together.
Aubrey sucked and licked at the salty fluid tinged with a taste of wild herbs. She felt his hand thread through her hair and he pushed down, forcing more of his length into her mouth. Aubrey felt his balls become tighter and impossibly more full. His cock began to throb beneath her fingers, and she waited until his breathing became raspy and his fist tightened in her hair.
Aubrey found the thin skin beneath his balls and pressed. He gripped her hair in a strong fist and pushed down until his cock hit the back of her throat. Aubrey fought the panic of having him lodge deeper, and she released her pressing fingers. Nashoba groaned when he felt his seed rush from his sacks and into his cock. He had never experienced such a feeling, and he continued to grip her head while he thrust his strong hips off the furs.
The copious fluid filled her mouth, causing her to retch one time as she tried to swallow. Some of the hot, sticky fluid felt as though it spewed directly down her throat. When she finished, she licked his cock thoroughly and knelt up. Aubrey looked down at the face of an extremely satisfied man, and she smiled. Her pussy demanded attention, but she knew that it would have to wait a while.
Nashoba’s face slowly spread to a smile. It was not the cruel visage of the sadistic leers she had seen on the journey. Somehow, Aubrey felt certain this was not a look many people had ever witnessed. His dark eyes crinkled at the corners, and his white teeth shined against his bronze face. His fingers trailed through the end of her hair. “The spirits are very wise, Wacasa.” Aubrey gave him a nervous smile in return.
He rose and walked towards the fire ashes, and Aubrey gaped at the tight muscles of his ass and thighs. Good god, he’s gorgeous. She fought the desire to grip his ass, and she pictured the muscles flexing when he thrust into her.
“Come, Wacasa,” he motioned without turning. Aubrey rose and knelt beside him by the stone pit. He taught her how to add small bits of cow chips mixed with hay to the dying embers, and blow softly until it burst into flame.
He showed her wh
ere he kept different supplies for their food. “My mother will help you learn these things.” After they ate, he retrieved a bone comb and ran it through his hair. Aubrey used it to untangle the knots in her own mane, and she braided the length over her shoulder. Nashoba handed her a small strip of leather to bind it at the end. He was silently pleased that she would not share the full golden sun of her tresses with others.
This was another concern that Nashoba was thinking about. Captives, except in the winter settlement, were kept naked to humiliate them. He was feeling an uncharacteristic jealousy about Wacasa, and he was not sure he wanted the other men of the tribe to enjoy her beauty.
Leotie saw the smoke from her son’s teepee. She waited for a while, and then walked over to the tent. “Nashoba, is Wacasa well this morning?” She smiled when she heard the girl gasp and scramble inside the tent.
Nashoba tied on his breechclout, and he smiled while he watched Wacasa grab a fur. “Join us, mother,” he called out.
Leotie looked around the tent. The girl was untied and sitting by the fire with a sleeping fur wrapped around her. Nashoba was not ordering her to let go of it, and Leotie looked around for signs of the struggle she felt certain the frightened woman would have caused when her restraints were removed. Everything was in place, and there were signs of a recently eaten meal. She looked at Nashoba again. His stern countenance seemed lighter, and she almost gasped when he actually smiled at her.
“I am glad you are here. There is something I need to ask you. Come sit by the fire with us.”
Nashoba sat beside Wacasa, and Leotie watched the girl slip her hand into his. Her eyes were wary, and Leotie smiled when she sat down. “It does not look like you need the spirit women’s help to further your need for my son.”
Aubrey felt her face turn bright red. “No, ma’am.”
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