by Jools Louise
She cried out, lifting her leg over his shoulder, loving his attentions. Etu held her upright when her legs buckled, his kisses scorching hot.
“These nipples are delicious,” Iye said huskily, flicking the bare nubs with his index finger. He pinched them in turn, tweaking them sharply until she whimpered helplessly, each jolt of pleasure zinging straight to her clit. She bucked, feeling Wakiza stabbing into her pussy with his tongue, fucking her relentlessly. She came quickly, flushed with passion, releasing a flood of cream that Wakiza lapped up greedily. Iye began to feast on her breasts, playing with her nipples as his brother played down below. Wakiza lowered himself slowly onto his back, placing her pussy over his face and continuing his sexy meal.
Writhing up and down, Flo closed her eyes as her lover cleansed her intimately with his tongue. He nibbled on her clit, his sharp teeth grazing it lightly before sucking it into his mouth with hard pulls that had her coming again, and gasping out her joy.
Etu placed his cock to her lips, and slid inside as she whimpered in ecstasy. He was hard and dripping, the taste of his precum exploding on her tongue. Holding her head gently in both hands, he began to fuck her mouth with shallow thrusts and she opened wider for him, relaxing her throat muscles to take him deeper still. He and Iye stood before her, taking turns to ram her mouth with delicious meat, which she accepted willingly, sucking greedily. Seconds later, warm cum spewed over her face and breasts, and she came a third time with Wakiza’s hot tongue deep inside her.
Relentless, not pausing to give her time to recover, her lovers pushed her onto hands and knees. Wakiza draped over her back, stroking her gently before spearing her pussy with his thick cock in one hard thrust. Crying out in ecstasy, she pushed back against him, feeling his balls slap against her upturned ass when he rammed home.
“I love you,” she cried, panting hard. She felt sharp teeth nip her neck, holding her in place as Wakiza thrust steadily, his control waning fast. He gripped her hips, shunting into her again and again. Arching her back, scratching at the ground for purchase, she reveled in the pounding he gave her, fucking her fast and hard, his groans of pleasure blending with hers.
“I love you, Flo,” he roared, bucking violently and jerking inside her before coming violently, drenching her pussy with his thick seed. His fangs dug deep, his cock locked into place and she felt that mating barb scratch her insides, inducing another orgasm that ripped the breath from her.
His cock finally slackened as his brothers waited patiently as he fell to the side, exhausted. Iye pushed her onto her back, moving between her thighs and staring at her dazed face avidly. Without hesitation, he plunged into her pussy, his thick cock piercing her willing flesh easily. Her legs fell wide, and she shoved her hips back at him as he lost control, going primal on her as he pounded into her. Screaming out her pleasure, she pinched her nipples and rubbed at her clit as he fucked her, overcome by her lover’s passion. Iye didn’t last much longer, and came with a deep grunt, his hot seed filling her as his cock lodged inside her. The barb did its thing, and she came again, whimpering at yet another flash of sheer delight.
Barely had she begun to breathe again and Etu was there, pushing Iye aside as his brother slackened finally. Flo stared at Etu, clutching at his forearms as he stroked her hip gently. He lifted her ass up, staring at her through eyes dark with lust. He slapped her ass lightly, his fingers probing at her tiny hole, still loose from an earlier fucking. Without any more warning, he pushed against her rosebud, sliding his cock home. The shock to her system had her jerking, the pleasure at his sudden invasion almost too much to bear. Her ass clenched around his thick cock, milking it as she struggled to accommodate him. Gradually, panting hard, and feeling so full it was almost too much, she accepted him. He began to move, fucking her with short breaks of his hips. She screamed out with each deep thrust, bouncing against him. He was forceful, yet not brutal, his hunger for her turning her on until she was panting for him to fuck her harder still. She wanted him, wanted this, until there was nothing else but the shattering pleasure as she floated above the clouds.
“Such a beautiful mate,” Etu whispered, his body slick with sweat. Every muscle tensed as he increased the speed of his thrusts. Still short, powerful little snaps, each stroke drove him deep, his balls bouncing against her ass. He rubbed her clit vigorously, pummeling the little nub ruthlessly. She came again and again and again, the pleasure one long roll of bliss, before she shattered completely, feeling his roar and the spurt of hot cum deep in her ass, and then she knew no more, completely overloaded with passion.
* * * *
Hannah sighed, replete, lying between Paco and Onawa after making love to them in the privacy of their own tepee. She was warm and loose; her lovers brought her to pleasure over and over during the night. Dawn was breaking over the valley, and a peace had settled over the place.
“I love waking up inside you,” Paco said, nipping her neck teasingly. They were all converted, now wolf shifters, after agreeing to accept Chatan’s powerful medicine. Hannah felt sexy and strong, uninhibited by the fear that had dogged for the years she had spent with the bastard buffalo hunter. She frowned slightly, and shook her head to dispel the bad memories of her recent past.
“Sweet Hannah, don’t think about him,” Onawa murmured, his cock deep in her ass, moist and warm. She sighed, stroking his forearm where it lay around her waist.
“How did you know what I was thinking about?” she asked, turning her head to beg a kiss from him.
He laughed softly, obliging her with a hungry kiss before releasing her. “You only frown when you think of what you’ve been through. The hunters are gone. Now you have us.”
She sighed, and kissed him again, then felt them move. She sat astride Paco now, her pussy filled with his hardening cock, with Onawa taking up the rear. Her lovers began to move, languidly, steadily, making love to her with sweet caresses, while murmuring compliments repeatedly.
Moving in sync, she closed her eyes, loving their hands on her body, their lips caressing her skin, their bodies entwined with hers. She felt powerful and free, and so completely feminine, proud of how much she was cherished.
“I love you,” she whispered, staring back into Onawa’s dark eyes, then glancing down at Paco.
“We love you, too,” Paco said, smiling sweetly at her. “We are blessed to have found you.”
“We definitely love you,” Onawa confirmed, kissing the smooth curve of her spine and licking a trail to the nape of her neck. “You complete us. We will make love to you every day of our lives, just to show you how much we adore you.”
She felt sharp fangs nip at her and rejoiced that the conversion had worked. Her own wolf was dancing around excitedly inside her, and her fangs dropped as she felt her orgasm closing in. Onawa pushed her forward slightly, allowing his cousin to latch onto her shoulder, moving strongly inside her, fucking her steadily. Paco found her clit, rubbing it firmly, and her passion exploded. Convulsing, her pussy shivered around Paco’s prick, her ass clenching firmly around Onawa’s driving cock. They cried out, and both came, as well. The mating lock kicked in, and she was claimed again, their fangs digging deep. Shuddering in ecstasy, she came again as their hot seed pummeled her insides, filling her with thick cream.
“It’s too much,” she whimpered, arching up, her claws raking at Paco’s broad chest, scoring bloody grooves into his flesh. Roaring his pleasure, his grip tightened on her hips, and then they all collapsed in a heap, falling to the side, exhausted, in the decadent aftermath.
Breathing deeply, completely sated, she slept, never wanting to leave their loving arms.
Chapter Twelve
Winter blew in fast, blasting away with gleeful ferocity. Snow fell slowly, blanketing the ground with its icy carpet, or lashed sideways with blizzards that howled angrily through the mountains. Ice dripped from the trees and the river froze right over. Daily treks to smash open the fishing holes resulted in a fresh supply of water and tasty trout which survive
d the winter in the relative safety of the deeper water.
Small herds of elk weathered the harsh climate to the west, sheltering in the trees and venturing out periodically to find withered grass under the snow. A fork of the river provided a perfect residence for a family of beavers, who had built their dam industriously over the spring, surviving on shoots and branches that they had buried under the chilly water. Conifers dotted the lower slopes, and provided habitat for a multitude of hardy birds which wintered here.
Chatan focused his gaze, his eyes widening as he listened to the steady thunder of the large beasts who plodded along the river’s bank, forging a new path in the thick snow. Buffalo had found a way into the valley, through a trail that he had thought impassable with the snow. They had arrived the night before, and Chatan’s keen senses had scented them immediately. He smiled to himself. The spirits were being gracious, providing his people with both food and new clothing. They would need it, but he knew to be cautious. Killing the entire herd was not sustainable, and he studied each individual with a practiced eye. In days gone by, he would have already begun the hunt, taking out as many as he could. But this was only a small group, and he hesitated, something inside him staying his hand.
“They’re magnificent, aren’t they?” Mary said, sitting next to him, clad warmly in a pair of thick buffalo skin pants and coat. On her feet were moccasins made from beaver’s pelt, warming her toes. Her cheeks were flushed and pink, her blue eyes sparkling with delight. Chatan gave her a kiss, smiling at her excitement.
“Yes,” he agreed after a few long seconds, finally releasing her moist lips. “I wonder how they managed to get through?”
“Flo said there’s another cave system, more of a large tunnel, to the northwest,” Etu piped up, sitting on Chatan’s other side. Chatan had made the young male his beta, since he had displayed a cool head and a great deal of courage in battle. His brothers had happily accepted this, content to be foot soldiers, rather than have the responsibility of the pack on their hands.
Chatan looked at Etu, startled. “When did she tell you?” he asked, frowning slightly.
Etu grinned at him, shrugging. “She said you were busy,” he replied, waggling his brows and glancing at Mary meaningfully. She giggled, blushing furiously and shoved at Etu, pushing him into a snowbank.
Chatan snorted, rolling his eyes. He just about refrained from blushing himself, but it was a tough battle not to show his embarrassment. He and his mates spent every moment they could making love to their beloved Chenoa. She was everything to them, and just a look could have them ready for action within seconds. They couldn’t get enough of her, and she of them.
“Did Flo tell you anything else about the pass?” Chatan asked, ignoring the teasing.
Etu laughed and nodded. “Yes,” he replied, smiling widely. “Apparently, the tunnel runs into another valley, following a second fork in the river. Flo and my brothers have been exploring quite a bit the last few days. Flo loves being in wolf form.”
Chatan grinned back, shaking his head. Flo had blossomed from a nervous young girl, timid as hell and flinching at everything. She was confident now, and led her mates on a merry chase, shifting on a whim and daring them to follow when she took off up the valley.
“Flo is braver than any of us,” he said, laughing. “Nobody else has been so adventurous. Without her, we wouldn’t know half the things we do about where we live. I’ve been so wrapped up in being mated, I’ve neglected everything else.”
Mary leaned against him, kissing his cheek gently. “You brought us here,” she murmured, snuggling closer. “You led us to safety, away from certain death and despair. Allow the rest of your family to help you now.”
Chatan stared into her eyes, falling in love all over again. “I love you, Chenoa,” he said gruffly, stroking her cheek.
“I love you, too,” she whispered back, then nudged him with her shoulder. “Now quit getting distracted, and tell me what we do with the buffalo.”
He heard Etu chuckle and flushed a little. Mary had done it again. He was so completely besotted with her that the buffalo could have stampeded right over him, and he probably wouldn’t have noticed.
“The buffalo are scarce, now,” he said, staring at the herd intently. He spoke almost to himself. “If we kill these animals, then maybe there will be no more left at all.”
He felt Etu and Mary’s perusal, and almost heard their thoughts.
“Darling, you sound sad,” Mary said softly.
“I am,” he replied. “Our people roamed the land, following the herds which spread out for miles and miles, as far as the eye could see. Then white eyes came, and now there are no more left.” He gestured at the small group of bovines, twelve adults and three calves, one barely a year old. “These animals could be the last of their kind. Perhaps it is time to seek a new way of living. Elk are plentiful here, and moose and caribou. We do not need to hunt buffalo for clothing or food. Perhaps we should leave this herd alone.”
Etu nodded slowly. “Our way of life has ended. We must adapt or die,” he said solemnly.
Chatan stared at him, and they shared an unspoken communication. This herd was to be protected. The white eyes had destroyed hundreds of thousands of buffalo, leaving their rotting carcasses littering the Great Plains, and poisoning the earth. He believed it was now his task to help preserve the very animals he had hunted since boyhood. An unexpected conundrum.
“We should find out about the next valley,” Mary said. “If this is a way in, then it’s a way out, as well. And if the buffalo can get in here, they may attract hunters who would follow them. That could be a problem.”
Chatan smiled at her, kissing her firmly. “My darling dove,” he said, laughing softly. “You aren’t just a pretty face, are you?” He knew she would take offense, as she always did when he teased her about a woman’s place in the world. Except, in the white eyes world, that was the sad truth. Women were ornamental or chattels. In his culture, women were revered.
Mary punched him in the arm and stood up, wincing slightly as she rose. Concerned, Chatan held her gently, steadying her.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, frowning.
She looked at him, the one that said he was being dense. “Sweet, little wolf,” she said, sighing. Etu laughed at the term, turning it into a cough when Chatan glared. “We have been mating morning, noon, and night.”
She paused, waiting for the penny to drop. It did. Hard. Chatan gave a loud whoop of joy, grabbing her and whirling her around and around until she punched at him vigorously to stop him. The instant he released her, she vomited her breakfast into the snow, and he calmed down instantly.
“Darling,” she said sweetly, wiping her mouth.
“Yes, little dove?” he said, leaning closer.
She grabbed a handful of clean snow and rubbed it in his face.
“I’m pregnant, and suffering morning sickness,” she said in the same tone, glaring at him. “Whirling me like that is not a good idea.”
“Yes, little dove,” he replied, grinning and wiping flakes from his chin. He couldn’t stop smiling. Then he frowned. “We should head back to camp.”
She snorted and clapped both hands on her hips. “I’m pregnant, not infirm,” she retorted, grabbing the reins of her horse.
“Mary,” he said warningly, prepared to do battle.
“Chatan,” Etu interjected, his voice low and carrying its own warning.
The alpha looked at his beta, and then followed the man’s pointing finger. Scowling, Chatan spied the wolf pack who followed the buffalo, treading slowly and carefully through the deep snow, keeping to the trail left by the massive bovines.
“Are they real wolves?” Mary asked quietly.
Chatan sniffed, trying to catch the scent of the new pack, but the wind was not in their favor. He snarled softly, and made a split-second decision, shifting fast and prowling toward the invading wolves. Immediately, they caught his scent, their tails going up on the alert as they s
tared straight at him. He snarled, walking forward steadily.
An instant later, he had an arrow pointed at him, the wolves shifting into human form, startling him for a split second. The arrow took flight, and he ducked aside, only to hear a cry from Mary. Snarling again, he whirled and saw Mary fall, whimpering, the arrow stuck in her shoulder.
Shifting, as well, he saw surprise on the insurgents’ faces when he turned into a human before their eyes. His fangs were still elongated and he glared at them fiercely.
“You attacked my mate,” he said in a dangerously soft voice.
The brave who had shot the arrow lifted his chin, glaring back and not backing down.
“You are trespassing in our valley,” he replied curtly.
“We have claimed this as our temporary winter home,” Chatan retorted, crouched beside Mary, her furry chest heaving, her eyes dull with pain.
“This is our land,” the brave shot back, notching another arrow and aiming it right at Mary. “If you don’t want your squaw to die, I suggest you leave now.”
Etu snarled, padding forward, still in wolf form. The brave shot the arrow, laughing viciously when Etu leapt into its path and took the missile into his thigh. While the bastard was distracted Chatan launched himself at the cowardly intruder, tomahawk gripped in one fist, his dagger in the other. The pair met with a clash of temper and rolled over and over, scrambling for dominance. There were five in the other pack, urging their leader on. They were not Comanche, but Arapahoe. They lied about their presence here. This was not Arapahoe territory. No one had been here before Chatan’s pack arrived. He would have smelled them, even faintly. One of the band was a female, a thin, angry looking woman shouting encouragingly right along with her companions.
Etu let out a howl, sending up the alarm, before jumping in to engage with the enemy. Chatan was busy with his own battle, and knew he couldn’t lose. This was his territory. He would not give it up easily. Chatan growled viciously when his adversary suddenly shifted, grazing his sharp fangs over Chatan’s throat. Lunging aside, Chatan did the same, and the battle continued with fur flying, sharp teeth clashing as each tried to gain the upper hand.