Kissed By The Rain Ch. 09

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Soft rays of sunlight shone through the clouds high up above, casting a warmth which was subtle, yet fully appreciated all the same. A chill was in the air but Wanahca hardly felt it, as in addition to an ankle-length two-hide dress of moose skin, she had on moccasins thickly lined with fox fur. A shawl provided further insulation from the cold, so that the winter weather was effectively blocked out.

Hard at work on a pair of winter moccasins, she worked the bone needle as best she could, sliding it in and out of the deer hide as the sinew thread made straight, smooth lines. She’d been at it for thirty minutes now, and pleased at the results, continued on.

Seated on a hill which overlooked the land that surrounded the camp, she was afforded the privilege of a beautiful view. She would never tire of the things she saw here, nor the soft, gentle sounds of nature. The soft hide in her hands felt buttery to her skin, and as she continued to construct the shoe, a Lakota lullaby fell softly from her lips.

Then suddenly she felt a blanket wrapping around her shoulders, followed by a strong pair of arms which protectively enveloped her waist. Smiling at his presence, Wanahca settled against her man, loving the warm, masculine energy he gave off.

“You sing lullabies already, but do not carry any seed.” Lips brushing her neck gently, Dancing Wolf softly spoke. “Is your singing those songs, a way of letting me know that your body is ready?”

Lips tugging further upward, she responded. “My body will be ready to give life, once we share a bed in marriage.”

“Yes.” There was a nod of his head before he continued. “I am eager for it all to happen of course, but you know my way of waiting is very good.”

Still enveloping her with his arms, Dancing Wolf was positioned so that he cradled her from behind. The heat of his crotch could be felt against her lower back, giving off a heat she could keenly feel. There was also a hardness there, pressing with urgency against her smaller form.

“You make me so hard, can you feel it?” His breath grazed against her neck, puffing hotly against her flesh.

“Yes.” She gently swallowed.

“Your scent drives me crazy,” he told her. “It makes me ache, just to be beside you.”

Hand slipping beneath her dress, he allowed it to glide up her thigh until a finger found purchase, pressing up against her womanly spot. Immediately it slipped inside, pushing slow and deep until she cried out his name. A few strokes were given before he slid in another digit, effortlessly skating against the velvet-like walls of her sex.

Positioning herself to aid the rhythm of his finger, Wanahca’s hips moved back and forth, matching the movement of his long, skilled digits. Already soaking wet, her lush, tight hole was incredibly hot. The feel of her slickness was beyond erotic, and each moan that she gave, made him hotter and harder. He wished like crazy that he was inside her, filling her up with his swollen shaft. He’d be gentle at first, before getting a little rougher – not enough to hurt or scare her, yet to let her feel his dominating side.

Still allowing his fingers to caress her slippery sheath, Dancing Wolf pumped in and out slowly, both filling and stretching that most sacred spot. Loving the way her feminine muscles greedily sucked him in, he marveled at how wonderously tight she was. But what really set him off were the little cries she made, plentiful and sweet and so good to his ears.

Allowing his free hand to touch her hair, he grasped her two long braids in the grip of his hand, so that her head moved backward, fully exposing her neck. His lips pressed to her skin immediately, branding her flesh with hot, heavy kisses.

Eyes fluttering shut from the pleasure of it all, she let out a gasp that was hot and long. The feel of his mouth on her neck was just too damn good, then suddenly his teeth were sinking into her delicate skin, not hard enough to draw blood, yet still give her a nice thrill.

A small squeak passed her lips, and her body went hot at his feral touch. The wolf inside him had begun to edge out, providing just enough roughness to make her putty in his hands. It didn’t take much for her to submit completely, and he loved how open and ready and completely needy she always was to his advances.

Her back bowed as he continued to work her, fingers pistoning in and out at a quickened tempo. Her liquid sex made squelching noises, erotically lewd and so arousing, that his manhood throbbed with incredible want.

Before long she was trembling against him, then her pulsating walls clamped tight, before a rush of warm liquid spilled all over his digits. Like molten nectar it coated his fingers, and the scent of her release hit his nostrils strong. He didn’t stop stroking until the very last gush was given, then her body went limp against his, weakened with pleasure and totally sated.

Angling her head so that he could kiss her, Dancing Wolf slipped in his tongue, and sucking it gently, she kissed him back. Palm cradling görükle escort her cheek, he savored the deep kiss, drinking from the liquid sweetness that her mouth gave. Greedy for more, her lips worked against his, letting him know in a silent way he was not only hungered for, yet also deeply cherished. His touch meant everything to her, and every spot on her body seemed made just for him.

Still slightly sore, the spot on her neck when he nipped her neck bore his mark – a barely there indentation where his teeth had dug in. The feel of it, however, did nothing at all to make her uncomfortable. It actually turned her on quite a bit, as it was a good kind of pain that left her hot and hungering for more. Stroking the spot gently, she relished the soreness which still lingered on her flesh.

“Does it bother you, to have my rough ways against your skin?”

“No, I like it.” Making firm eye contact, she let him know it hadn’t bothered her at all. “The strength you show is so good, and it only made me more wet for you.”

“The strength that I show you can be even more, once the wolf inside me comes fully out.”

Heart beating quicker at this, Wanahca felt a rush of excitement zip through her.

“When the marriage bed is made, you will know my true strength.” A primal look flashed through his eyes, both sexy and wild at the very same time.

Coquettishly, she lowered her lashes, face going hot and pulse racing at the mere thought of what he would do. Softly chuckling at this, the Lakota warrior spoke once again.

“Your shy ways are wonderful to me, Wanahca, but there is another side behind it, waiting to show me more…”

Placing kisses along her neck, he made a trail along the skin until finding the sweet spot along her collarbone. Immediately her muscles went soft, and the beat of her pulse began to speed up.

“You will show me these other ways, the more wild ones…” Clearly not a question, he continued on. “The pleasure you give will be great, never leaving me wanting, yet always keeping me full.”

Wholeheartedly agreeing with this, her eyes radiated a warmth that he could keenly feel.

“My ways will keep you glad, as well,” he assured her. “And just like the fire that burns all night to keep our lodge warm, I can keep going long after the moon first starts to glow.”

The flat of his palms skimmed over the curve of her hips, admiring the shape of her feminine form.

“I do not tire easily,” he continued on. “So you may have to let me know when it is time to stop.”

Hypersensitive to his touch, she felt the nerve endings tingle in the base of her neck as he lightly kissed it.

“And if I do not want you to stop?”

“Then I won’t,” he simply said. “But my way of mating can be quite intense, so the first few times may be a little unusual.”

Although fully intrigued, she also couldn’t help wondering just what he meant by unusual. He was a very different man, and she’d already known from the very first day of their meeting. But what exactly would making love, with a man like him, truly mean? Curious yet turned on, she found herself wanting to find out all of these answers.

“I will not turn, if that’s what you think,” he assured her. “I make love in a human form only, so you do not have to worry about it being unnatural.”

Glad to hear it, she nodded, then listened as more words began to come from his mouth.

“Your way as my woman is so sweet and submissive, but my way as your man is to lead and protect. I will never force anything on you, yet still show my strength, and make sure that you feel it.”

Wanting very much to feel what it was that he had to give, she felt her inner muscles quiver at the mere thought.

“Your heart will race with me always when we lay down, and it will never be boring or ever feel the same.”

Knowing what she did about him, Wanahca had no doubts at all, that the words he was speaking were full of truth.

“My passion is great for you, Wanahca,” he continued. “And you will see I have the power to please, in each and every way that you want.”

No more words needed to be said so he stopped there, then lowered the hem of her two-hide dress so that it fell back against her ankles.

“Before you return to camp, I would like you to bathe.” Gentle yet firm, his tone of voice let her know that it was important.

“Why?” Her brows gently furrowed.

“Because your womanly scent is very strong, and I do not want any of the other warriors catching the fragrance, of what belongs to me.”

“But even if I bathe can they still not smell me?” She curiously asked. “Your nose catches my natural scent always, no matter what. So do they not also have that ability?”

“Of course,” he replied. “But it is so much stronger now, since you have just released your excitement.”

“Then I will wash,” she told him. “But I think you should as well, as my scent is all over your hands.”

“The fragrance that I carry from your womanly place makes me proud,” bursa escort bayan he said with a smile. “But you are right to mention that, so I will wash my hands when I return to my lodge.”

His gaze then turned to the high-top moccasins on her feet, and pleased to see she was wearing them, he reached out to touch the fur-lined shoes. Known as one of the best in the camp at making moccasins, Dancing Wolf’s grandmother had a signature style that really stood out. Which is exactly why he had asked her to create a pair especially for Wanahca.

“I am glad to see you are wearing the moccasins my grandmother made,” he told her. “They look beautiful on your feet, and will last through this winter, which is very cold.”

“They feel so comfortable, I may never take them off,” she told him. “The second layer of deerskin keeps my feet warm, even in the snow.”

A pleased nod was given, before he checked out the moccasins that Wanahca was making with her own hands.

“The work you do is good, too.” Checking out the stitches that she had made so far, he saw they were straight and well-done, to ensure that the fit was nice, not sloppy and loose.

“My hands do not have talent at doing this like Good Blanket Woman, but the way that she taught me is very wise.”

“You will only get better with time,” he said. “But I am glad to see that the ways of Lakota, are being done by you without any trouble.”

“It makes me feel good to do it,” she said, and beginning to stitch once again, did her best at keeping up the diligence which she had been taught by Dancing Wolf’s grandmother.

“Then you are happy here,” he said, gazing into her eyes with a soft, warm expression.

“Very.” She softly smiled, and their lips came together in a soft, wet kiss.

On pulling back they shared a deep gaze, then softly brushed noses in their customary way.

“I must go now to make talk with the Pipe Holders,” he told her. “You and I will have dinner this evening, I hope. The smells of your cooking always fill my lodge in a nice way.”

“Yes.” Her face beamed at his compliment.

Standing up to his full height, he gave her one last smile, then walked off back towards camp, where people milled about doing their daily tasks. Tall and proud he stepped through the grass, long black hair blowing in the gentle wind. Reddish-tan and gorgeous to look at, she found herself watching until he was out of sight. Then her hands got busy again, resuming the work of her moccasin making.

* * * *

When Dancing Wolf entered the communal lodge, those in attendance were just settling in. The scent of smoke was strong in the air, coming from the pipes of those in attendance. A large fire had been made, around which only men sat around it in a circle. Surveying those in attendance, he saw there were mostly Pipe Holders, whose task it was to regulate peace ceremonies, as well as supervise the warriors during buffalo hunts. They also handled the assignment of selecting camp locations as well, which was the reason behind their meeting on this chilly November morning.

Seeing that a handful of warriors were also circled around the fire, Dancing Wolf walked further in. Finding a place next to Hawk and Runs With Courage, he sat down cross-legged and settled in comfortably. Having brought his trusty wolf effigy pipe, Dancing Wolf enjoyed a smoke along with the rest, not inhaling yet only tasting, before pushing it out in a sweet, warm cloud.

As was customary whenever he smoked, his thoughts turned deep, and he began creating a mental list of all the things he wanted to say while council was in session. But then suddenly he felt an oppresive heat pressing right up against him, something strong and hostile and filled with a hatred that was viciously wild.

Picking up on the exact direction from which it came, his attention came to land on the person in question, who was sitting just on the other side of the fire. Noticing that Appears Bravely was staring right at him, Dancing Wolf met his glare head on.

Undeterred, the younger brave stared back, not shifting his gaze for even a second. The look he gave was so intense and fevered, that Dancing Wolf began to stand, as a look like that shared between two warriors, was practically an invitation to engage in combat. But no sooner was he on his feet, did Dancing Wolf feel a hand on his shoulder, and shifting his gaze, saw it was Hawk.

“You must relax, brother.” Hawk seemed to be pleading with his eyes for Dancing Wolf to calm down.

“Relax?” Filled with a deepness, Dancing Wolf’s tone had an edge to it. “Do you not see the way that little runt is staring me down?”

“The scent of the female you were with, is what set him off. He is jealous, and not in his right mind.”

“The scent I am carrying, is from my woman, Wanahca. And I do not care if he is jealous, staring in that way is a call to make fighting.”

“You must not fight, as this is a place where we keep peace. Appears Bravely is younger than you, so we must bursa escort set the example of being calm and controlled.”

Knowing full well that Hawk was right, Dancing Wolf knew his reputation would be tarnished, if engaged in a tussle with a fellow warrior. Only twenty years old, Appears Bravely was six years younger than Dancing Wolf. So as the older and more mature one, Dancing Wolf would surely be looked at as the instigator, no matter what he said to defend himself.

So despite his strong urge to whoop ass right then and there, Dancing Wolf sat down again, then resumed his pipe smoking to calm his anger. But as he shifted his attention back on Appears Bravely, he saw that the younger warrior was still eyeing him with clear disdain.

“Ignore him.” This time it was Runs With Courage who gave advice, and after taking in some smoke from his pipe, blew it out in a languid huff. “We have heard from many others, that he is not always right in the head. Cunning and sneaky, like that of a fox spirit. This makes him a warrior who does very good in battle, but around camp we all know to avoid him.”

“He is a fool,” Dancing Wolf said back. “And I should have killed him, when I had the chance.”

As the meeting got underway, all eyes turned to the leader of the council, who was an elderly man that everyone knew as White Eagle. Deeply respected, he was given the privilege of speaking first, which he did in a pleasant, yet commanding way.

“It is no secret that there have been sightings of invaders not far from this camp.”

Murmurs filled the lodge temporarily, before White Eagle spoke once again in a concerned tone.

“Some of the warriors here today have seen these invaders with their own eyes, so we know they are getting closer, and that they use our hunting lands to lay traps for fur.”

Listening intently, nobody spoke a word, as all wanted to hear more about these mysterious invaders.

“They carry guns and have scouts from enemy tribes. So it will not be long at all, before they discover our camp.”

There was a low hum of conversation, and all the men around the fire began speaking amongst themselves. Taking this time to puff on his pipe, the elder gave it a few more moments before resuming his talk.

“We have heard from other tribes, that the whites like to take without even asking. Their way is also to quickly make war. And life is not sacred to them, when it comes to our people and our traditional ways.”

“We have seen what they do and are capable of.” Speaking up from the crowd now was Hawk, who regarded those around him with a wrinkled brow. “Their ways are unforgiving, of death and destruction. And it is only so long, before they invade the camp we have made here.”

“A harsh winter is upon us,” said one of the Pipe Holders within the crowd. “I think we should wait for more favorable weather.”

“We are not suggesting to move right away,” White Eagle stated. “But it is something for the future, that we must do to protect our people.”

“Two white men were killed by Dancing Wolf’s father just a week ago,” Hawk told the elder. And ten moons back, three other white men were killed as well. Two were taken down by I and Runs With Courage, and the other, by Dancing Wolf.”

“I remember.” Nodding his head, the elder took deep, leisurely puffs from his pipe.

“You think others will not show up, to find out why these men never returned back home?” Hawk asked. “They will not stop coming and we can see that now, so our only choice will be to move camp.”

Nodding in agreement, White Eagle’s expression became deeply thoughtful. But this his gaze shifted to Dancing Wolf, and ready to speak, he did just that.

“I am in agreement with my warrior brother Hawk,” Dancing Wolf stated. “Our camp will not be safe here for very much longer. I say six months, once spring is upon us, then we can move out further.”

“And if they invade before then?” Another Pipe Holder asked. “If these whites are as destructive as you and the other warriors have told us, then why risk the lives of our women and children?”

“You would have us move now, in the season of heavy snow and terrible windstorms? There are newborns in this camp, and under harsh conditions, they would surely freeze.”

Unable to argue with this, the Pipe Holder went quiet.

“The moon of the birth of buffalo calves is when we should go,” he calmly stated. “That time of the year marks the end of winter, and food will be plenty for us to replenish.”

“This plan is good, Dancing Wolf,” White Eagle said. “The habits of the buffalo should always guide us, and in winter, we follow nature’s example and rest. Weapons and other tools can be made by us now as we wait for spring, so we will keep busy, but always be prepared and ready to battle.”

A consensus was made by every man around the fire, and as talk turned to a different subject at hand, Dancing Wolf shifted his gaze to the left. Still seated in the same spot across the fire was Appears Bravely, and as their eyes locked together, Dancing Wolf saw that he did seem to carry the fox spirit – sneaky and cunning, just like Hawk had said. Even his eyes were fox-like in appearance, narrow with a slight tilt upward. But there was something lurking behind them that Dancing Wolf didn’t like at all.

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