Bonito Valle

[SexyChele]

At first she was confused and unsure when he suddenly rolled over and she found herself straddling him. What was she to do? Yet, as his hardness filled her even more deeply than before, she could not deny the pleasure she was feeling.

Taking her cue from him, she mimicked what he had done. Moving back and forth, up and down, she quickly discovered there were places within her that had been touched when he had been above her. She slid forward, rocking her hips back and forth, and felt his hands on her body, his lips on her body. She arched her back in pleasure, giving him more of her breasts, eager to feel his lips and tongue on her flesh. As his lips found her nipple she cried out softly and lowered her head, her hair providing a curtain of darkness that enveloped them both. She felt his fingers in her hair, then on her scalp pressing her to him. Her kisses rained down on his forehead and she could feel his heat radiating from his body.

Gently, his hands pushed her back, and she sat up. She felt his manhood enter her fully, stretching her, completing her. His hands ran the length of her body, and she suddenly got an idea that made her blush. Leaning back, she placed her hands on his legs, her legs spread before him. She felt wanton and at the same time she had never known such pleasure before. She moved her hips back and forth, her head thrown back so her hair tickled and played along the length of his legs.

His groans told her that what she did must be right, and she increased her movements. His hands guided her, encouraging her in her speed, and she eagerly followed. Soon, she felt the same stirring she had felt just a while earlier, but this time rather than fear it, she welcomed it.

She began to move even faster as the feeling within her increased. Fingers tightened on his thighs, and she felt herself tense once again, and knew that ultimate pleasure was only a brief second away.

 

[Miltone]

Qaletaqa

Her hair danced about her shoulders as if a silken waterfall as she rocked her hips seeking to satisfy her teeming desire. I kissed the parts of her that my lips could reach and I caressed those parts I could not kiss. As she leaned back and submitted to the wondrous feelings our love was creating, I guided my hands up along the sides of her heaving body feeling the urgency of her movements grow and the building tension about to release.

Her head fall backward turning her face to the heavens and her voice rang out with the song of a great pleasure. I reached up to cup her breasts and felt her body quiver and shake. I pinched her nipples as her release flooded her body with great feeling. She fell back forward down onto me, her body trembling and shaking madly.

When our lips met, it was like the snap of lightning across the sky sending tingles shooting through my body. She called out my name and spoke some Spanish words that I knew not. She was smiling broadly and her hands touched my face and chest gently and tenderly. I had never seen a woman respond like this, even one as young and pure as Kuwanlelenta. I knew that it was not the result of my own prowess and I wanted her all the more.

The throbbing of my manhood made me aware that my own release had not yet been reached. I slipped out of her and she rose up onto her hands and knees. I moved out from under her and when she went to lay back down again, I held her in place and knelt behind her. She looked over her shoulder at me puzzled by my presence. But when she felt me nuzzle the head of my tool against her she moaned in appreciation and began to rock back and forth as I thrust gently but deeply inside her again. Her moans and sighs told me that she found this most pleasing.

The sight of her body rocking back and forth, her tousled black hair shaking wildly, and the slap of her buttocks upon my belly quickly brought me close again. I grasped her hips and thrust deeply inside of her. When my hand reached around to touch her sex, her arms collapsed and she fell down onto her shoulders. Consumed by the sounds of her cries of pleasure and the pounding of my own building passion, I rocked my hips back and forth until I felt my seed surge up from deep within me almost setting my loins on fire from its heat.

I leaned forward as I felt the first splash of my seed shoot deeply into her body. We collapsed upon the mat on the floor as my body pumped deeply into her.

“Mis quemaduras de semilla como mi amor para ti,” I cried out with pleasure as my body continued to empty itself into her. I repeated the words in our native tongue. “My seed burns like my love for you!”

My kisses rained down upon her shoulders as I clung to her feeling all of my passion pour out and wash over us both. As my breath began to return to normal, I pulled myself from her and she rolled over and we fell into a long embrace, our arms and legs woven together like the finest cloth.

“Kuwanlelenta,” I said. “Es la belleza de la noche … You are the beauty of the night!”

 

[SexyChele]

As he wrapped her in his arms, she felt safe, secure. She smiled at his outburst, and reached up to place a gentle kiss on his chin. He moved his face towards hers, and she brushed her hand against his cheek.

She closed her eyes as a soft smile played along her lips. She thought of him behind her, his hands on her waist and hips, entering so deeply she thought she should burst. But instead, he had brought her more pleasure than she had ever thought possible. She knew now, they would never be parted.

As his hands roamed her body, she felt the soreness - the tender sweetness of her reminder of what had just happened between them. She felt his fingers on her face and opened her eyes. Smiling up at him, she let her hands run the length of his body, then wrapped her arms around him and brought her body close to his.

"Y usted, Qalataqa, es mi pasión y deseo," she murmured into the smoothness of his chest. And you, Qalataqa, are my passion and desire.

His fingers beneath her chin raised her face to him. His eyes were dark in the moonlight, but his movements were gentle and tender.

At the sound of horses outside the hut, Qalataqa placed a finger against his lips. Yet, she could feel her heart begin to pound, as she felt his heart begin to beat rapidly as well. Voices were heard outside the hut, and Kuwanlelenta clung to Qalataqa.

With a sudden crash, the door of the hut was slammed opened and three large men stood in the doorway. Qalataqa attempted to push her behind him, when suddenly one of the three brought forth a lantern. The faces illuminated three Spanish soldiers, their eyes narrowing at the sight in front of them.

"¡Así pues, ahora le hemos encontrado! ¿Y usted aquí con una mujer? ¡Tómelo, él vendrá con nosotros!" So, now we have found you! And you here with a woman? Take him, he will come with us! The largest of the three was pointing at Qalataga. As the other two rushed forward, Qalataqa sprang to his feet, ready for a fight.

"¡No! ¡Por favor, no lo tome!" Kuwanlelenta begged above the uproar. No, Please do not take him!

A punch to the stomach momentarily dazed Qalataqa, and the leader turned his gaze to her, taking in her naked form.

"¡Mírele! Él ha hecho a puta de usted. Consiga vestido y vaya a casa a su madre, puta." He leered at her with disgust. Look at you! He has made a whore of you. Get dressed and go home to your mother, slut.

Quickly, she snatched up her clothes as she watched them drag Qalataqa from the hut. She rushed to the door of the hut, her body and mind numb. She feared her love would not live through the night.

"No. Por favor..." She found herself sobbing as the trio galloped off towards the mission, her love among them.

 

[Miltone]

Qaletaqa

"The beautiful face, the skin so smooth and soft to my touch … the eyes so dark and yet sparkling like the stars … her skin so very soft and smooth and her body so firm and supple … her voice calling out to me, “And you, Qaletaqa, are my passion and desire … my passion and desire … my passion and desire!” … I reach for her again and the pain overcomes … I reach again and the pain shudders through my body … and the pain … the pain … the pain!”

I sat upright on the filthy floor mat, spitting blood to the side. The pleasure that the young woman, I had called Kuwanlelenta, had brought me had hardly subsided when next I knew the soldiers were upon us. I was dazed by their many hard blows and dragged away naked and thrown into a dank smelly cell. I had been warned by the Elders not to return to the Mission, but I had gone anyway because of my love and concern for my Mother. And now my love for this girl, an Ashamed One at that, had brought me to this pit. They had not brought my clothes along with me and I was forced to rip apart the dirty bedding to make something with which to cover myself.

As I tried to fall back into slumber this night, my mind held fast to the image of her, the sweet sensations that she had brought to me, and the hope that I would be able to flee this prison of my own making. I rose up and took a step toward the small window of the cell. Through the opening I could see the moon now lower in the sky and the twinkling of the morning sun beginning to glow in the East. I knew not what the coming day would bring. I remembered the words and prayers the Elders had taught us, the techniques by which we could turn away the pain and suffering and concentrate on remaining alive.

And just as fast, my thoughts turned to Kuwanlelenta, Juanita, as the hated foreigners would call her, and the insults they had showered upon her. I asked the Great Spirit of the West to look down upon her and protect her, for there was no telling what these invading savages would do to her, once her story was told.

I threw myself down upon the mat, hearing the bugs scatter from the violence of my movement. I held my head in my hands and began to hum the holiest of prayers, the message that speaks not for one’s self, but for another. Oh, Great Spirit! I prayed. Hear this my plea! Do with me as you may please, but spare the one, the Kuwanlelenta, the beautiful one! Lift her up to the heavens if you need to save her!

I lay back upon the mat unable to keep myself upright. The pain and suffering could be borne if I kept to the center of myself, the orbit of mind and body that kept one strong and straight. Kuwan, the beauty! Lelenta, the one who spreads it! I spoke to the spirits and soon they granted me a deep sleep. And in that sleep I found the comfort of the young woman, Kuwanlelenta.

 

[SexyChele]

She sank to the floor of the hut, sobbing into her shawl. What was she to do? She had heard of the cruelty sometimes inflicted on prisoners, yet she could not imagine why the soldiers had taken her Qalataqa.

A strong beam of light from the moon temporarily blinded her with its brilliance, and she knew she must do something. But what? Frantically, she pulled her blouse and skirt on. Wrapping her shawl around her loose hair, she carefully stepped from the hut. Looking up at the sky, she realized it was later than she had realized. She thought of her mother - knew she must still be awake and waiting for her to come home. And, yet, one look would tell her mother what had happened to her this evening. And that was a shame she was not yet willing to face.

She looked closely into the night, then set her face towards the Mission. She felt a slightly cool wind blow through the valley, and she shivered even under the shawl wrapped about her body.

As she approached the Mission, she could hear the soldiers laughing, joking. Playing some sort of games and yelling at each other with a tinge of laughter. She gave a wide berth to them, not willing to be seen. She covered her white blouse with her shawl, hoping to blend into the night. Her steps were light and careful. Her heart was pounding.

She knew the place were prisoners were kept was along the back wall, but she wasn't certain exactly where. She crawled amongst the brush, and slowly crept up to each opening. Inside each one she only saw the beds of the soldiers, and she began to despair of finding Qalataqa.

Then, at the end of the barracks, an opening with bars across caught her eye. Slowly creeping towards it, she looked carefully least she be seen. She had to grasp the bars, and lift herself slightly to see into the dark room. It took a minute or two for her eyes to adjust, and finally the dimness of the room opened its contents to her. Yes, over there, on a roughly hewn cot was her Qalataqa.

Looking about once more, and listening for soldiers voices, she called out in strong whisper. "Qalataqa! Qalataqa, pleas wake up!"

She dared not raise her voice any higher, and she thought she saw him move at the sound of her voice. Letting go the bars, she sank to the ground, and found a small pebble. Reaching for the bars once more, she steadied herself, and she tossed the pebble into the room.

"Qalataqa, please wake up! It's Kuwanlelenta!"

 

[Miltone]

Qaletaqa

It was like the sound of angels, her voice calling out my name. My eyes remained closed as I looked through the mists of my dream world for her. Yet she was not in that land of visions and make-believe. I opened my eyes and heard the pebbles fall near my cot. Quickly I snapped alert and raised my forefinger to my mouth. What was this crazy child doing here, I asked myself. It was a worse fate for her than what lay in store for me were the soldiers to find her here now.

Silently I rose from the filthy mat and slipped over to the narrow window. I could scarcely see her in the moonlight, but as she passed her hand through to me and I kissed it, I knew that it was her and not just some vision of my dream.

“What are you doing here?” I asked. “It is a living death that you bring upon yourself if they find you here.”

“I know, but I had to help,” she replied in the softest of whispers.

“Help me? But how?” I asked, trying to keep my voice to the barest of sound. “There are many guards and these walls are thick. I think my best chance is to wait until morning when they come to have their way with me.”

In my daze I tried to think of how she might help me out of here, but as I looked around my fetid cell, there was only the window slit and the doorway. Unless Kuwanlelenta knew of another way in and out of the Mission barracks, we would never see the sun together again.

 

[SexyChele]

Her heart sank at his words. Yes, what could she, a mere woman, do against the dozens of soldiers lingering in the plaza. She reached her hand into the window and stroked the skin along Qalataqa's face.

Jose Diaz! Yes! He might help. He was old now, but he had helped to build this Mission, and if any one knew of its weak points, he would.

"My love, I know of some one, some one who might help. Stay patient, and you might not be here for long!" She kissed her fingertips, then touched Qalataqa's lips briefly. And then she sank into the bushes. She could hear him whispering her name, but she had an errand to do.

When she cleared the Mission grounds, Kuwanlelenta began to sprint the short distance to Jose's hut. When she reached the outside, she stopped. It was late, and she knew she must look terrible. Still, if she wanted her love free....

She scratched at the door, quickly looking about for anyone who might see her. When the door opened, it started her at first, and left her heart pounding.

"What? Who is there? What do you want?" The old man brought a lantern up to her face, and inspected her. "Juanita? What is it? What has brought you here? Is it your mama?"

"No, don Jose. Mama is fine, it is for another that I come. One who needs your expertise. Will you help me?"

He glanced out into the night, then nodded for her to come inside. "Come, child. Get out of the night, and explain to me what you think I might do to help you."

 

[Miltone]

Qaletaqa

“Stay patient, and you might not be here for long!" she whispered and kissed my fingertips before disappearing into the darkness. I called out her name, but she did not reply. I slumped back into the cell and fell to the mat. I rubbed my cheek and chin, still feeling the pain from the beating the guards had given me. My right side ached and my back cried out from the blows they had rained down upon me on the way to this jail.

“Oh, Kuwanlelenta!” I whispered, my mind dwelling on the girl and her offer of help. Not only was she beautiful and loving, but she was smart and brave, and I began to give thoughts to her and the future. The life of a nomad, of a bandit might not be the best life for a woman like her, but if we could be together?

I fell back upon the mat, scattering the bugs into the night again. My mind reeled from the thoughts racing through me. I couldn’t just lay there and wait while the brave and beautiful young girl was seeking help. The smell of the mat forced me to rise up. I began to move about the cell, feeling along every part of the walls for an opening, a crumbling of the mortar, something—anything that would be a sign of weakness. There had to be a way out of this filthy place, there just had to!

 

[SexyChele]

She had known Jose Diaz all her life, and suddenly she became shy as she spoke of the handsome young man trapped in the cell beside the barracks.

"Juanita, just how do you know this man? What is he to you? I am thinking he is one who will bring harm to us all. Maybe it is a good thing he stays where he is."

"Don Jose, no!" And suddenly, she realized the need for honesty was paramount. "I love him, don Jose. I am his - in every way."

Her eyes met the older man's, and she knew her meaning was clear. She could see plainly the disappointment in the old man's eyes in the candlelight, yet she didn't care.

"Juanita, what about you mother? Huh? How do you think she will respond? And you? What will happen to you? You cannot expect this man to be honorable towards you!"

"He will, don Jose, I know it! Please, you are the only one I know who can help us. Won't you please?" She slid to her knees and looked up at him, her eyes wide and dark.

The look in his eyes softened as he reached for her. "Get up off the floor, Juanita! Yes, against my better judgement, I will help you. Madre de Dios!"

She stood by the door and watched as he gathered a handful of small tools, muttering to himself. As he turned to the candle, he looked at Juanita and raised a finger.

"I'll not be the one to tell your mother about this, but she will know. You must tell her, Juanita, that is my condition."

"Si, don Jose!"

He blew out the candle, then opened the door. As they walked towards the Mission, Jose told Juanita of a small opening the workers had left in one of the walls of the cell. They had done so in case one of their own had been unjustly accused of a crime and needed to escape. He only hoped he could find it in the dark.

As they approached the Mission, Jose signalled the need for quiet, and they crept behind the back of the long adobe building. Although most of the soldiers had gone to their beds, a few still lingered in the plaza, and from the sounds they were making, they were spoiling for a fight.

At the window in the back of the building, Jose bent down and began feeling the wall for the crevice that would tell him where the loose piece should still be free.

She raised herself up towards the window, trying to peer inside. The inside of the cell was blacker than the very night itself.

"Qalataqa?" She whispered into the night. "I've brought help, and you should be free of here soon."

"SHHH! Silly girl! Quiet! Do you want the soldiers to hear you?" Jose hissed at her.

Her lips trembling, she held her hand out into the darkness, awaiting the touch of the one she had given her heart to.

 

[Miltone]

Qaletaqa

"Qaletaqa. I've brought help, and you should be free of here soon," called the voice to me sweetly.

I looked up at the window and through the late night air I saw a hand waving, searching perhaps for me. I rose up from the floor where I had been searching for an escape and moved toward the hand, the long slim fingers that I already recognized as belonging to Kuwanlelenta. I drew it to my lips and kissed it tenderly for she alone had proffered solace and love to me in these past days.

“I have found a loose stone but cannot move it,” I said softly and slowly, savoring the taste of her skin on my lips. I could barely see her in the shadows outside the window slit.

“Don Jose has promised to help us,” she replied.

Then I heard a low voice call out to be quiet and the sound of some scraping near where I had found the loose stone. I reached my hands through the window and touched the cheeks of Kuwanlelenta and saw her smile in the fading moonlight. It would soon be dawn and we must hurry if I am to escape before the soldiers come to have their way with me.

I withdrew my hands from my dear Kuwanlelenta and slipped down to the floor. I could feel the sound of don Jose removing the mortar and small stones that held the larger stone in place. When the scraping stopped, I sat against the stone and pressed my back against it. Using every bit of strength in my body, I pushed again and again and feel it begin to move. I heard the clank of metal against the rock as don Jose began to use a tool to help. With one final great push, the stone moved the remaining way and fell away from the wall with a loud thud. I remained completely still for a moment and when I heard the sound of footsteps running, I squeezed myself through the opening and fell into her waiting arms.

“We must hurry for the guards are coming,” I whispered.

We helped don Jose gather up his tools and ran as fast as we could into the dark. I knew not where I should go this night, but it must be far away. But would my Kuwanlelenta come with me?

 

[SexyChele]

As Qalataqa tumbled from the hole in the wall, Kuwanlelenta’s heart leapt for joy. She wanted to hold him close, but they could hear the guards already opening the door to the cell. Jose was whispering for them to hurry – he would be in great trouble if discovered that he had assisted with the escape.

Hurrying into the night, they could hear the guards cry out, yet they knew the darkness would conceal them. It seemed to Kuwanlelenta that they ran forever. Her heart was thudding, and she felt her lungs would burst. Still, she held tightly to Qalataqa’s hand.

They stopped suddenly, and she knew they were behind the hut that belonged to don Jose. The three of them stopped to catch their breath, then slowly Kuwanlelenta noticed that Jose was staring at Qalataqa.

“Juanita, you should now go home to your mother. I’m sure she is worried about you!” Jose spoke with the authority of being her father.

“But, don Jose…how can I do that, especially now?”

“What do you mean, Juanita? Has something happened to you?”

Although not asked, she knew the meaning behind his words, and it would shame her if she had to admit it. She looked at Qalataqa, not certain what to do. He seemed to be studying the situation.

“Qalataqa could go home to his mother – but that is the first place the soldiers would go. He needs to go from here, at least for a while. And I – “ she stopped short, afraid of what she would have to admit. “And I will follow him, if he will have me.”

“Juanita! Have you lost your mind?”

But she no longer heard him, her gaze was solely on man who stood quietly next to her.

 

[Miltone]

Qaletaqa

As Kuwanlelenta looked at me and I saw the worried face of don Jose filled with the concern that should have been that of her real father, I was at once elated that she would want to come away with me, yet I also knew that it would need to be an honorable parting from her family. I raised my hand to her shoulder and looked into her beautiful dark eyes.

“Kuwanlelenta, you are right that it is not safe for me to go to the house of my mother. But don Jose is right too, for you must go to the house of your mother,” I said slowly in the language that was so hard for my tongue. “If you are to come with me, you must tell her first, and I will go with you to help yoo with the news.”

She placed her hands atop of mine and pulled one hand up to her cheek. I could see and sense the feelings that she had, but I wanted to be sure that she understood what might lay ahead of us were we to leave together.

“It would not be an easy life for you to follow me,” I said softly. “You might learn much about our people and you will live as we have for many years. But the life of a nomad is not an easy one for someone like you, Kuwanlelenta. I would not want to bring you with me if you are not ready for what lay ahead.”

Don Jose continued to look at me darkly, as though I had stolen something from him or the people of the mission. I did not wish to steal anything, yet looking at this woman, so close beside me, made me want to be with her always.

“Juanita!” he called out in a quiet but firm voice. “Do not go with him! Your place is with your mother. Who will help her when you are gone?”

With the sound of the soldiers growing louder, yet still far off in the distance, Kuwanlelenta looked at me, her mind torn between the two paths laid out before her.

“You must choose which way is right for you,” I said. “If we are to leave together, we must hurry. Otherwise, I must be on my way alone.”

 

[SexyChele]

Her mind was in turmoil. Her mother only had herself, no one else. Since she had been raped, she had lost the respect and acknowledgment of her family. Many believed that she had secretly loved Juanita’s father, but when he refused to marry her, she had then claimed rape. To Juanita, her mother seldom spoke of the man whose name she had given her daughter – even without his permission.

Kuwanlelenta turned from Jose’s eyes and met those of Qalataqa. He was concerned for her, and it was true. The life of a nomad for a girl such as her would not come easily. But how difficult could it be with this man at her side? Surely with Qalataqa she would be safe and cared for? She turned back to don Jose.

“Don Jose, you have been like a father to me, and for that I will always be grateful and never forget you. My mother touched on love when she was my age, but she lost it. I have found love,” her hand reached out to touch Qalataqa’s, “and I do not intend to let it go.”

“Juanita, no! I will not permit it!”

“It is already done – I am his physically.” She knew her meaning would not be lost on the older man, and indeed his gaze turned from concern to mild contempt. She blushed at her admission, then turned to Qalataqa.

“We must hurry to my mother’s home and tell her before we are on our way.”

She clutched his hand with purpose, suddenly certain that the path she was choosing was her destiny.

 

[Miltone]

Qaletaqa

When Kuwanlelenta faced me, don Jose grunted dejectedly and slipped into his hut. She took my hand and began to lead me along the path to her mother’s home. I held up and pulled her to me. As our bodies touched I could see a look of passion in her dark eyes and felt a warmth in her body that I had never known.

“Your mother will not want you to go,” I told her. “And she will not have the best feelings about me either. Of this you must be aware. But I will stand with you.”

She pressed her body up against mine and leaned up to kiss my lips. There was a tender feeling in her soft wet lips that told me how frightened and yet strong she was.

“I will take care of you as my own, Kuwanlelenta,” I spoke slowly. “That is my promise to you. Now we must hurry before the sun rises and the soldiers discover us.”

She led the way along the path to the hut of her mother. She paused outside the doorway and looked at me again. I could see her body tremble and a tear in her eye. I smiled bravely and placed my hand firmly upon her back, rubbing her gently. She then slipped through the doorway and I followed her inside.

Her mother lay sleeping on the simple pallet that was her bed. Kuwanlelenta bent down to wake her. I remained back by the doorway, listening for any sound that would tell me that the soldiers were getting close.

 

[SexyChele]

His gentle touch was enough to give her some of the courage to do what she needed to. As she entered the hut, she glanced back at the door, and saw him standing there, and she knew he listened for any slight noise.

“Mama? Mama!” Kuwanlelenta whispered loudly. “Wake up, please!” She stroked her mother’s shoulder, gently waking her. The older woman’s eyes opened slowly, then came fully awake when she saw her daughter.

“Juanita? What time is it? It must be almost morning! Where have you been? Are you alright?”

“Mama, hush, please. I have something to tell you.” She swallowed hard, her eyes filling slightly with tears. She noticed her mother jump slightly at the figure standing in the doorway, and she grabbed her shoulders to calm her.

“It’s alright, Mama! That is Qalataqa.”

“Who – what – ?”

“Mama, Qalataqa is in trouble, and the soldiers might be on their way here now.” The tears began to flow down Kuwanlelenta’s cheeks. “Mama, Qalataqa and I are in love. I am leaving with him this night.”

Her mother cried out, and struggled to rise from her pallet. “No, Juanita! No, it cannot be! You do not know him! He may take you from here and then abandon you – have you thought of that?”

“As with you, Mama? Yes, I have heard the rumors. How your love turned to bitterness when you were found to be with child and the man you loved had left you alone. I had not thought it true until just now.”

She felt her mother sag down onto the pallet, and let go her shoulders. “Juanita, do not run off with this man! Stay, be married in the church – as is proper. Surely his own mother can tell you that!”

“Mama, that is impossible. I shall live as our people have because I want to. But I promise, Mama, I shall return to see you – please, Mama!”

“Kuwanlelenta! The soldiers! Hurry!” Qalataqa whispered from the doorway.

Quickly she gathered the few things that she could claim were hers. She leaned down over her mother and saw the tears streaming down the older woman’s cheeks. Gently, she kissed those cheeks, then moved her lips to her mother’s ear.

“I’ll not say good-bye, Mama, for I know I shall see you again. Pray for us, Mama, and be happy for us, please!”

She ran to the doorway, and turned. She saw her mother on her pallet, her hand covering her eyes, her sobs filling the room. She turned to Qalataqa, and it was only when the slight breeze caressed her cheeks that she felt the tears on them. She glanced back once more, and then to the man she loved. She nodded her head, and twined her hand in his.

 

[Miltone]

Qaletaqa

As her fingers wove together with mine, we slipped outside. I put my arms about her shoulders and felt them shake as her tears flowed heavily. “One day.” I whispered to her in the language that she knew, “When we return, she will understand.”

The sound of my voice and the touch of my arms seemed to calm her fears, but with the sounds of the soldiers nearing, there was little time to lose. Fearing that they had taken my horse, we hurried to where I had stabled it and found him sleeping. I woke him quietly, easing the bit into his mouth, and slipped the matting that served as a saddle on his back and cinched it up. My bags were nearby and I quickly pulled the torn rags that served as clothes from my body and changed into my own. Kuwanlelenta looked away at first as I changed, but then snuck little glimpses.

I was finally ready to jump up but saw the look of apprehension on the face of Kuwanlelenta. So I had her place her foot on my bent knee and with my hands on her waist, boosted her up atop Kamala, the strong dark one, and then climbed up behind her. It was obvious that she had not ever been on horseback and she fell back into me as we rode out into the late night-early morning light.

After Kamala became warm, we rode hard and fast toward the east. As we cleared the ridge outside the Mission, the sun could be seen brightening the horizon and we paused to see the streaks of sunlight turn from purple to red then orange as they kissed the clouds. Kuwanlelenta leaned back against my body and I leaned forward to kiss her shoulder and neck.

But we could not spare much time watching the sun rise for I knew we needed to ride for another hour or two before we would be safe enough to rest for the day. Then we would have time to find something to eat and rest and then another night of riding would bring us to our people, the ones Kuwanlelenta had never known, having been born and raised in the shelter of the Mission. As we rode on, I told her of my plan.

"And you will meet our people and see how they live and hear our language," I told her. "And you may come to know why it is that I choose to live away from the mission." She listened as we rode on together, my arms around her, holding her. I felt her warmth flow into me and it gave me strength to jab my heels into Kamala and spur him onward.

 

[SexyChele]

Everything had happened so quickly, Kuwanlelenta tried to assemble her thoughts together. The big, black horse initially frightened her – and his speed and height caused her to hold her breath, fearful of tumbling from the great beast’s back. But with Qalataqa’s arms about her, she felt more secure and his steadiness infused her body. He would not let harm come to her, and her trust soon caused her to relax.

By the time the sun was over the horizon, she had actually begun to anticipate the horse’s gait and feel the power that ran throughout his body. She snuggled deeply into Qalataqa’s chest, and dozed slightly. However, she always caught herself and became fully awake at the thought that she might slip from the horse’s back and be caught under his hooves.

She was amazed at the ease with which man and horse understood one another, and she wondered how long it had taken for such trust to build. Periodically she felt the strong muscles of Qalataqa pressing against the horse, and images of the night before ran through her mind. She remembered feeling the muscles in his back flexing much as his thighs were now. The night’s pleasure washed over her, and she suddenly found herself blushing deeply.

In an effort to control her emotions, she thought of the place they were headed to. Would she be accepted? Were the customs so entirely different? She already knew she would have a good deal to learn with the language. Then her mind turned to thoughts of families, and she remembered the look in her mother’s eyes as she had left the night before. She was convinced her mother had known love. But that was a love rejected and snatched away before she could fully realize it. It wouldn’t happen to Kuwanlelenta – it just couldn’t!

Her muscles began to ache slightly when Qalataqa pulled up into a small gathering of trees. She knew the desert must not be that far from here, and it was a place she had been told was barren and unforgiving. She wondered that people had made their lives in such a place. Qalataqa slipped easily from the horse, then held his hands towards her. She smiled at him as she slid easily into his arms, and felt them wrap around her. As he held her close, she could smell a mixture of horse and sunshine – not altogether unpleasant. She wrapped her arms about his neck, and gently nuzzled his neck.

“I am glad to be with you, Qalataqa. I only hope that I will not prove a failure to you or our people.”

She looked into his eyes, relieved at what she saw there. Here was shelter. Here faith could be built.

 

[Miltone]

Qaletaqa

“You will not be a failure to our people, for there is a place in our tribe for everyone of the Tongva bloodline,” Qaletaqa said. “We will rest here in the shade today. Tonight we will eat and ride farther to the east.”

“I know you are right,” she whispered.

Qaletaqa held the weary young woman in his arms tenderly, and she slumped sleepily into his arms. But the look in her eyes was hopeful and he looked forward to introducing her to the others of their tribe. He kissed her gently and the touch of her lips warmed him deeply.

They had ridden several hours to the east following the rim of the canyon, yet were only part way to where they needed to go to meet up with their tribe. He knew this particular place well having spent several days here deciding whether or not to return to the Mission. The Mission Veijo was not far away, yet they were safe here for a short time. The hunting was good, though not as plentiful as where their people had moved, closer to the great forest.

He had made a shelter during his last stay and laid out a mat for her. Kuwanlelenta had hardly laid down when she fell soundly asleep. Though tired himself, he moved about the small woods and set the traps he had previously rigged just days before. After rubbing down his horse and setting the hobble, he slipped beside Kuwanlelenta’s sleeping form and in the cool shade fell soundly asleep, shifting into a world of dreams he had never known existed, a world made more real by the presence of the sleeping woman nestled beside him.

 

[SexyChele]

Sleep came quickly to Kuwanlelenta, and her dreams were sweet. In them, she stood united with Qalataqa and all those whom she loved had joined them. Suddenly, her dreams turned dark and forbidding. A black fog covered those she loved, and suddenly she and Qalataqa were running, trying to outdistance the fog creeping towards them. She lost her step, and released Qalataqa’s hand, and her fear became real. She ran to catch up with him, yet she could no longer find him. She felt the tendrils of fog swirling around her ankles, preparing to suck her into the void of - what?

She awoke suddenly, wondering whose voice she heard crying out Qalataqa’s name, before she understood it was her own voice. The sun was setting and the shadows were long on the ground. Kuwantelenta lay shivering, and jumped when she felt arms encircling her. A voice, his voice was trying to quiet her, his hands stroking her hair and face. She looked up into his dark eyes, and once again the surety of what she was doing overwhelmed her.

“I was so scared,” she started to explain. “I thought I’d lost you. I couldn’t find you.”

“I’m right here, and have been all along,” he answered.

She raised her hands to his face, touching as though he were only part of her dream. She brought him to her, feeling his body against her own, and tears of joy filled her eyes. Her lips sought his, and she felt the passion rise once again. He murmured something about checking traps, but her lips cut off what he was about to say.

“Now, Qalataqa. I need you now.” Her hands began to stroke his body, and she marveled at the feel of his body. Her lips played against his, and she could already feel her body responding to the desire within her.

 

[Miltone]

Qaletaqa

The touch of Kuwanlelenta upon his body was urgent and desirous. The night before they had first tasted the mingling of their spirits as their bodies came together. Her touch tonight was less spiritual, yet it aroused him greatly. His lips found hers, pressing strongly against her, not the brushing kiss of initiation, but a forceful loving kiss of passion.

Her hands had slipped underneath his tunic and felt as if they were setting fire to his skin. His tongue pushed out from his mouth and licked her soft wet lips. When they parted for him, his tongue pressed forward searching for hers, touching it, wrestling with it as their passion flowed urgently back and forth.

The firm touch of his hands slipped down from her face and neck and shoulders over her arms and pulling down her blouse as they moved along. Her skin was so soft and warm that he couldn’t wait to taste the tender skin of her breasts, now bared in the lingering last light of day. He brought his lips down to them kissing the smooth skin all around them, touching them tenderly with his fingers.

As his mouth closed over her nipple she pressed herself up against him forcing her breast into his hungry mouth. He suckled one breast then the other, his teeth nibbling on the taut tips. His hands cupped them and squeezed them gently at first, but as his passion grew, the force of his kiss and his touch increased and he heard her sigh heavily.

Her hands pulled wildly at his clothes and he sat up to remove his tunic, pulling it up over his head and off. He had no sooner done that when her hands began to work on his breeches. He undid the laces and removed them before she ripped them from his body.

Qaletaqa lay back down beside Kuwanlelenta, letting her hands move down over his swelling manhood. He returned his hands to her body, letting his fingers run over her breasts. He sent his hands down over her body pulling at her clothes as he wished to look upon her entire beauty again. As he pulled them free of her feet and set them aside, he leaned over.

“Kuwanlelenta,” he whispered, bringing his lips down near her cheek. “As the spirit of the west wind has brought us here, so shall we be together.”

His mouth closed upon hers and he pressed his body against hers, feeling the hot firm muscled flesh of his body melt into the warm soft tender beauty that was hers.

 

[SexyChele]

As his lips closed over hers, Kuwanlelenta felt her body shiver with desire against his. Instinctively, she wrapped her arms about his neck holding him close. As his body moved over hers, she spread her thighs, inviting him towards her warm center. His hardening manhood pressed against her, and she felt a rush of heat throughout her body.

Raising her hands towards his face, she stroked his face as she gently pulled away from him. She gazed into his eyes as the sun dipped below the horizon. Trust and love shone from her eyes, as she saw the tenderness in his.

“Yes, Qalataqa, together always,” she responded.

She gently kissed his cheek, then his chin. Her lips made their way slowly to his throat, where his taste and scent fueled her desire even more. She felt her hips move against him, wanting to feel him once more. Yet, each time her hips thrust upwards, she felt him pull away. She looked into his eyes, and noticed the teasing smile within them.

“Patience, Kuwanlelenta,” he smiled down at her.

She sighed deeply. “I don’t know that I have patience when it comes to you!”

Her answer was his kiss, as she felt his hands run the length of her body. She moved her hands over his shoulders, feeling the firm, taut muscles below the flesh, before running her hands along his back, allowing her nails to lightly rake the surface. She smiled when felt his skin respond to her touch, and she began to explore, moving her fingertips in circles, raking deeper, then lighter. Listening to his sighs, hearing him gasp, feeling his body either move towards her or away. She took note of all of his responses, making mental notes of what she might use in the future and what she would not use again.

She smiled as his touch became more urgent, as his hips began to meet hers. She knew patience was being stretched for both of them, as well as their pleasure.

 

[Miltone]

Qaletaqa

The soft round body of Kuwanlelenta was opening and yielding to his every move. Her voice was sighing with every thrust of his member deep inside her. His lips brushed against her cheek, her neck, and her shoulder. Qaletaqa had reached his arms down underneath her, cradling her shoulders, holding his body close to her. He could feel the rounded soft flesh of her breasts move and press against his arms and chests as his movements became harder and faster.

Each time he entered her, the pleasure increased and he tried to move so that hers did as well. As his breath was drained and he paused to regain it, he lifted on shoulder up and caressed her face with his hand, and drew it down over her neck and past. His fingertips grazed over her breasts, feeling her taut dark nipples and the soft tender skin that surrounded them. Her hips began to move slightly urging him to continue, so he bent down and kissed her, drawing himself nearly out from her and then moving back deeper than before.

As her excitement seemed to build, she picked her legs up and wrapped them around him, holding his hips tightly to her, pulling him down into her. Qaletaqa began to rotate his hips and he moved them back and forth, and the new sensation seemed to enflame her. Everything he did seemed to have the same effect. Her cries were growing louder and more urgent.

He rolled over onto his back and pulled her along, letting her straddle his hips. She smiled and pushed herself up, knowing from last night the special feelings that she can make now that she was free to move and seek her own pleasure. Her hands rested on his chest and she began to rock and move her hips to draw his firm member in and out of her.

Qaletaqa watched her expression and moved in return, matching her every movement with one of his own, enjoying the sight of this beautiful girl as she sought out and gained her own pleasure in the growing darkness of evening. He reached up to touch Kuwanlelenta’s body, her breasts, her belly and hips and watched how she reacted to his touch as her motion became more urgent and her breath came faster. He rocked and swayed his hips, trying to increase the contact and pressure as she rocked up and down on his belly. Her breasts surged up and down with each rise and fall of her body upon him, Her nipples were stiff and puckered out and begged for his touch and kiss.

“Oh, Qaletaqa!” she cried out when he lifted himself up and suckled her sensitive flesh. She held him to her body as their hips ground against each other, abandoning their bodies to the spirit of their passion. “Oh! Oh! Oh!”

 

[SexyChele]

His lips on her nipples sent shivers of pleasure through her body. Kuwanlelenta cradled his head against her, wanting to feel more of him, as her hips ground against his. Such intense pleasure she had never known existed, and she found herself lost in it. It seemed every nerve, every fiber of her being was awakened and alive.

She felt Qaletaqa release her breast, and she glanced down. Still rocking against him, she felt his hand caress the skin of her back, his fingers tangling in her hair, pulling her towards him. She kissed him, then slowly kissed her way along his jaw to his neck. She could feel his heart beating, and the scent of sunshine was on his skin.

Kuwanlelenta began to increase her movements. No longer willing to simply feel the pleasure that was the two of them, she needed the release she had felt the night before. She began to move back and forth with urgency, her thighs tightening against his side. As she raised up, she felt his hands glide over her body, his lips once more finding a tender nipple and adding to her search.

“Yes, Qaletaqa, oh yes,” she moaned into the night air. She could feel her body begin to take control, pushing her forward towards what she desired most. She clutched at his shoulder and sank down on his hardness, filling her completely. She began to feel her body tingling and trembling, and then suddenly her pleasure burst forth. She felt her body convulse, her sex quivering around his member, even as her fingers dug deeply into his shoulders.

As her body slowly recovered, she looked into his eyes and smiled. Almost with a sense of mischief, Kuwanlelenta began to raise herself up, then slowly sink back down onto his cock. As she watched his face, she smiled. She wondered how long he would be able to take the teasing as once again her lips met his.

 

[Miltone]

Qaletaqa

When their lips brushed together, Qaletaqa felt his passion and need for Kuwanlelenta grow beyond his ability to control it. The feeling of her wet sex riding slowly up and down the length of his member made his body tremble with such desire that he could no longer lay back and only savor the sight and sound and feel of her upon him.

His arms reached up and around her back, holding her fast to his chest while his hips began to thrust up against her faster and harder. She began to moan and call out his name as she suspended herself motionless above him on her elbows and knees. His heels dug into the dirt as he moved against her, the sweat of their bodies made a slurping sucking sound as their bellies met and separated with each thrust.

Qaletaqa finally rolled them over, remaining yet on the blanket, and hooked his arms underneath her legs. Raising them upward and bending them back against her body, he thrust his cock harder and faster and deeper into her wet sex with the fury of a man possessed. Her hands clawed and pulled and pinched at him as he moved upon her, calling out his name in between her short and fast breaths of air.

With every bit of his strength and desire, again and again he plunged deeper into her and with each thrust felt his passion reach a new height he had never imagined. The look on her face was so loving, the sight of her body responding to him was so intoxicating, the feeing of her sex holding him, gripping him, escalated his desire and soon he felt a surging deep inside his loins. His burning seed began to churn upward and flow through him.

“Kuwan … lelenta … Oh!” he moaned as he felt his seed gush forth deep inside her. “Oh, Kuwanlelenta!”

His body jerked wildly with each thrust as he sent his offering of love into her. She wrapped her legs around his quivering hips and received him as his final mad heaves propelled them both into a rapturous state of pleasure.

Qaletaqa’s arms encircled her shoulders, holding her tightly and his body continued to tremble. His voice called out to her, using words of their nature tongue, words that she had yet to learn. Had she known, she would have heard him say, “You are as close to me as the stars are to the night sky, as the wind is to the Great Prairie, as each drop of water is to the mountain stream. I will never leave you, Kuwanlelenta!”

At the sound of her new name, she ran her fingers ran through his dark hair and caressed his face. Her lips met his again and they settled back down to earth in the deep shadows of the evening. The sun had set completely, leaving only a splash of light near the horizon. They would need to be moving soon, especially if they wished to bypass the Mission Veijo on their way to their native tribe. Yet they remained together, his member still deep inside her, bonded by the sweat of their love and the deep feelings that had grown between them.