Crow Captive!

[Silver_Wyvern]

Jackson had a soft shiver as he had his shirt put back on..after a sigh he began to speak back "..I understand.." he responded..he calmly composed himself, he looking like a man accepting the hangman's call to the gallows as he did those years ago. He kept a brave, but reserved and respected posture, he looking to black wolf, but did not make direct eye contact..he trying to be as respectful as he could.

He spoke in broken sentences in return to spotted Elk the questions he was asked "I came alone..all I had owned..was what your warriors found me with..I came..tracking..one white man.. criminal.. murdered family..stole from them..I came..to find them..for leader..of one village..paper in possessions...shows man..I know no other white man..who'd come here..white in villages..that border your territory..stay in their land. " What he spoke was the truth..the proof being a wanted poster for a murder on the run within the meager sack of supplies he had, and for what he knew, the small trade towns that bordered their territory knows that it'd be a death wish to trespass in the Crow land.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Spotted Elk relayed his words in the Crow language to Black Wolf. He listened carefully and then had a brief conversation with Drowning Bear and Runs Far. Runs Far left, apparently to carry out some instruction by Black Wolf, who, in turn, spoke to Spotted Elk again. She turned back to Jackson with a saddened expression, "Jack-son, Black Wolf will determine the proof of what you say. He has sent Runs Far to find the paper. Black Wolf thinks that maybe the man you were hunting is the one who killed some of the warriors in the hunting party."

She continued, "Your fate will be decided soon, but first, the People must conduct a ceremony to honor the fallen warriors and sing their spirits to the land of the Sky People. This is a very important ceremony. Tomorrow, the Red Hand Society will meet and Black Wolf and the others will decide your fate. Until then, you are to be moved to the lodge of one of the fallen warriors so that Black Wolf may prepare himself for the memorial tonight."

Black Wolf, satisfied that his message had been relayed, looked once more at the white man before gesturing to Drowning Bear to tie Jackson's hands again and get him ready to be moved to another lodge. While Drowning Bear was tying Jackson's hands, Spotted Elk spoke to Black Wolf in a tone that was both urgent and pleading. They conversed back and forth for a few minutes. Black Wolf seemed to be considering something she had told him as he paused and looked back at Jackson doubtfully. Finally he nodded and then stooped to help Drowning Bear get Jackson to his feet.

They led him across the camp to a new lodge, closer to the river. Spotted Elk followed behind with the buffalo robe she had brought to him for warmth. They tied his hands to one of the lodge poles in the new tipi, and then left, with Drowning Bear taking up a position on guard just outside the lodge entrance.

Spotted Elk lingered behind for a few moments, arranging the buffalo robe around Jackson's shoulders and body, making sure he would be comfortable through the night. She leaned in close to Jackson's ear to whisper almost silently. "I tried to convince Black Wolf that you could talk to the other white men who seek the yellow metal in the Bighorn River and make them leave. I don't know if he believes me, but I think he will consider it. Black Wolf is a fair man, and takes time to think carefully about such things. I hoped to get us more time."

"Tonight the whole tribe will dance and sing at the ceremony for the dead warriors. I cannot stay here with you, but you will not be harmed until they decide your fate. I will come again to you when I can." Her mouth so close to his ear, her breath tickled hot against his neck. When she finished whispering to him, he could feel her lips kiss him lightly, just in front of his ear, on his cheek. It was all she could do before she had to leave him.

 

[Silver_Wyvern]

Jackson nodded back to her message thinking to himself "So that slime crawled back out of his hole.." He listened to her as she finished relaying the message..so they at least believe him..that's good..if they didn't he'd be dead by now..and the beautiful spotted elk is to thank for this..

When he was moved he took the breif moment outside to take in the fresh air as he was moved to another lodge, tied back up. When he felt her hands on him again to put on the cloak there was a pleasured shiver he looked to her while he listened "..I..do my best..white man..go into..lust when yellow metal..appears.." He personally knew if their was a gold panning area men change from sensable men to violent very quickly. He carved up a claim before in one of his odd jobs..a prosperecter, a humble farmer socked him in the face thinking he was getting to small of a share..if the men are willing kill...

As he felt her kiss he treed to trade one back..it a bit clumsy but landing on her nose a bit he responding "..Thank you..for everything..love.." he spoke quickly in a whisper before she left he returning to his thoughts..mostly how is he going to convince the men to pull out..

 

[Annisthyrienne]

A few hours passed. The change in the sounds of the camp indicated that something was different. Things seemed subdued and quiet compared to normal. It grew dark, but still Jackson was left alone. It seemed even his guard didn't care to check on him. Then from out of the night began a steady stately drumbeat, like a slow heartbeat. The deep bass pulse echoed through the night, and was soon followed by a single plaintive male voice, crying out a phrase in the Crow language: "Hey-yah weh hey yey-wah yo hey yeh-wah!" This lone voice was joined by a chorus of other men's voices, repeating the phrase over and over. As the funeral song continued, each man in the chorus sung the phrase in turn as the lead singer, joined by the others after the first repetition.

https://home.comcast.net/~Cwren6263/myfilelocker/11 Memorial Song.mp3

(Thanks to my brother-in-law for the file upload and storage.)

The ceremony was underway, and no other sounds came from the camp. The entire village was in attendance, it seemed. Spotted Elk watched the solemn ceremony with the other women of the village, but near the back of the group. This song was one only sung by the men of the village. Seven warriors sat around a large round drum, measuring out the slow beat and singing while the rest of the men of the tribe, old and young, danced in slow rhythm around a large bonfire.

The bodies of the slain warriors had been cleansed and purified with sage and sweetgrass smoke, and now were dressed out in their finest clothing, wrapped in specially decorated buffalo robes painted with symbols ensuring their journey to the land of the spirits would be quick and safe. The chanting continued on into the night. There was something compelling about it. Even though these people were said by most whites to be savages, the fact that they honored their dead with such a ceremony suggested otherwise.

Spotted Elk lay awake later that night, her mind racing with thoughts of the future. The events of the afternoon were unexpected, and things were developing much faster than she had anticipated. The white man, Jackson, had used a word in Shoshone that she wasn't sure if he'd meant to say. He still didn't have a complete recall of the language yet, but he had called her his love. Could he have intended that? Did he really feel that way? She knew from his reactions when she was around him that he wanted her physically, but was it more than that?

And now what would be his fate? Black Wolf seemed willing to consider the idea that this white man might be useful in dealing with the others looking for the yellow metal they always seemed to crave. Maybe Jackson could understand them. Maybe he could help, as she had suggested. But there were many warriors who wanted revenge on the white man who had killed the members of Black Wolf's hunting party. They could easily take their frustrations out on Jackson. And many others would readily blame Jackson for the bad things that all white men had done to the People in the past.

No, she decided. She couldn't risk waiting for Black Wolf's decision. She must help Jackson escape at the first opportunity.

 

[Silver_Wyvern]

He enjoyed this time alone..gave him time to think..which turned into thoughts of spotting elk..that brief moment where she held him and kiss him..felt her skin and also her warmth..he began to grow aroused again with the thought..almost to the point where he could taste her lips on his. He began to breath harder as his own eyes looking out to look at the flap..seeing there was no guard. He began to shift himself a bit as he began to rub his legs together in attempt to stimulate his hard throbbing member..after some moments of discomfort he was able to find that way to stimulate himself..shivering as he began to breath harder..soon he felt himself go over the edge, his member that was tucked away within his pants gushed a load of hot seed on his leg..he wishing it was within the delicate form of spotted elk..

After the moment he had to himself he began to close his eyes he began to shift in a way so he could fall asleep, he awaiting the time where he could be with her again and plot this escape..but..he also got that feeling..that feeling that he was starting to run short on time..if the crow tribe didn't kill him the men they might send him off to try and talk to will..he hoped Spotted elk was ready..all he would need is supplies and a good horse..he did messenger duty, he's rode a horse in the middle of combat like a bat out of hell before..

 

[Annisthyrienne]

The next day was cloudy and overcast. In the morning, the families and friends of the slain warriors carried their wrapped bodies, along with their personal possessions to a nearby mesa where scaffolds had been lashed together to form platforms. There the bodies were laid to rest where the winds could take their spirits to the lands of the Sky People. Their possessions were hung on the scaffolds or placed on their bodies so they could be used in the afterlife. The camp was nearly deserted throughout the morning as the families and friends of the warriors said their final goodbyes. It was the last time their names would be mentioned, for it was considered impolite to speak of the dead.

But the nearly abandoned state of the camp allowed Spotted Elk the much needed opportunity to gather more of the things they would need. She took all the items she could gather to her secret stash and added it to the rest that she'd already prepared. She was driven to take greater risks than she otherwise would have. She felt the urgency of their time becoming very short.

In the afternoon, it began to rain, cold and steady. The weather kept most everyone in their lodges. Most of the day passed, and Spotted Elk still had not come to visit Jackson. Towards the evening, the warriors of the Red hand society began to gather at Black Wolf's lodge to meet in council to discuss the question of what to do with the white man. Spotted Elk watched as White Buffalo left to attend the meeting. She swallowed hard as she realized the time had come to put her plan into action.

She waited until the warriors would all be meeting with Black Wolf. She knew that some of their wives would have been chosen to prepare and serve food to the men, but there was one lodge in particular that she hoped would be empty. When the time was right, she slipped out. By now it was quite dark because of the rainy weather, which had not let up. Spotted Elk made her way through the dark wet night. The glow of cook fires could be seen lighting the interiors of the lodges she passed. On any other night like this, the glow of a comforting fire in a warm dry lodge would have been inviting. But on this night, she only hoped that the occupants of those lodges would not have any desire to go out into the night, where they might notice her.

She made her way stealthily to the lodge where Jackson's belongings had been placed. She knew she couldn't take all of them with her, but he had told her what he needed most for their escape. In only a few moments, she emerged again, hovering under the flimsy hide she used to keep the worst of the rain off of her. She walked slowly and a bit stiffly across the camp, looking warily at Black Wolf's lodge. She could see the shadows of the warriors sitting within, cast on the walls of the tipi by the fire they sat around. If anyone saw her now, it could all be over.

A few tense moments later, she stood before the lodge where Jackson was being kept. They had left him tied to the lodge pole since they had moved him here, so they hadn't bothered with a guard since the memorial ceremony the night before. Spotted Elk looked quickly around the camp once more to make sure no one had seen her, then she quickly ducked through the door flap. The inside of the lodge was dark. No fire had been lit, and it was cold within. She was glad that she had thought to wrap the buffalo robe tightly around him the evening before.

She stood up and lifted off the hide covering that she'd used to keep the rain off, revealing to Jackson who his visitor was. She crossed quickly but rather stiffly to where he was tied, and reached behind her back for her knife. She whispered as she cut through his bonds, "Jack-son, I think it is time. We must go tonight. The warriors are meeting with Black Wolf now to decide what will happen to you."

She stepped back after cutting through his bindings and slowly lifted the wet fringed edge along the bottom of her dress. Inch by inch the copper flesh of her legs were revealed until Jackson could see the bundle tied to her thigh, just above her knee with a rawhide thong. She reached down and untied it, handing it to him, unaware of how much of her he could see. Unwrapping the bundle, she handed him his pistol belt with his .44 pistol and his large bowie knife. "We must hurry, Jack-son! The rain will cover our escape."

 

[Silver_Wyvern]

Jackson saw her enter, he smiling as he then nodded, he wanted to grasp her in his arms and kiss her deeply, but now was not the time..he had to excape with her..seeing her lift up her bottom he could not help but let his eyes peer up it, he taking and quickly putting on his equipment, he taking a moment to check the rounds in the .44 camber. he putting it in it's older as well as his bowie knife. He breify looked to her as he spoke "..promise you..won't use weapons..unless needed.." he wanted to make sure that she knew that with him released with his weapons he was not going to use them unless a situation called on it.

"Alright..lead way.." he whispered to her gently taking her hand to show he was following her. As a messenger and scout for the confederacy, he was experienced in keeping quiet..glad she chose this night over all others to make their escape, horse or not, he was going to leave this camp tonight with her..

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Spotted Elk clasped his hand tightly and stepped to the door flap, indicating he should wait there a moment. She lifted the flap and bent over to peer out into the night, looking around carefully to make sure no one was about. This presented Jackson with a very nice view of her shapely rear, the wet doeskin dress clinging to her form. He had only just had a look at the toned, well muscled legs beneath that dress, nearly up to the tops of her soft brown thighs. The heightened adrenaline of the moment of their escape combined with this enticing sight to arouse him, even despite his earlier release.

When she was sure the way was clear, she ducked back in just long enough to gesture for him to get the buffalo robe to use to keep the weather off of him. She helped to arrange it around his shoulders and over his head, fur side in. The inner side of the robe had been treated with animal fat, worked into the leather, to repel wetness.

When she was sure all was ready, she stealthily ducked through the door flap of the tipi, motioning Jackson through after one more quick look around. She took his hand once again, leading him down close along the river bank. The rise of the bank would help to conceal them from the camp as they walked along the very edge of the river below. As quickly as possible while still remaining stealthy, she led Jackson along the river to a nearby box canyon where the tribe’s horses were huddled together, trying to weather the cold mountain rainstorm. Jackson noted that as she moved, no sound could be heard from her above the noise of the rain.

She led him to a spotted paint pony that stood nearest them. While smaller than the large quarter horses typically used by the whites, the little mustang indian ponies were quick, agile, and had tremendous endurance. Spotted Elk held the rope halter as Jackson mounted the horse, then gave him the rope leads and took his hand, accepting his help to swing her up behind him. She wrapped her hands tightly around his waist after adjusting the hide wrap to keep most of the driving rain off of her. The horse’s back was soaked from the rain, and it soaked through their clothes. It would be very unpleasant for them to ride for a long time like this, but if they could only get far enough away to hide in a relatively safe place, they could take time to make a fire and dry their clothes and themselves.

She directed Jackson through the night to the spot where she had secretly stashed the supplies she had gathered. Then sliding from the back of the pony, she hurriedly gathered the items all in one wrapped hide pack and handed it up to Jackson. Once more she accepted his hand to help her up behind him and settled in against the rain. Now she pointed the way through the gullies and up the canyon into the hills as the night and the rainstorm relentlessly continued.

******
The first rosy light of dawn began to break over the ridge to their east. The rain had stopped shortly before dawn and the light now painted spectacular visions on the mountain tops to their west. They had followed a northerly course, climbing into the high country that rose between the Bighorn and Yellowstone river valleys. Soon it would be time to turn eastward, traversing into the lands of the Sioux and Cheyenne, where they hoped to escape notice until they could either reach a white fort or skirt south of Crow country along the Little Missouri river, leading them into what would become Wyoming, but was now the lands of the Shoshone.

Both were tired, having ridden all night. The rain and the higher elevation had left them chilled to the bone. Jackson was hungry, having not been fed the last day of his captivity. They had traveled roughly 10-12 miles since leaving the camp. It wouldn’t have been a lot back east, back in the war, but through mountain wilderness, during the night, and during a rainstorm, riding double, Jackson thought they had made an amazing start on their journey so far. He had to wonder though, how soon his absence would be discovered and a pursuit begun.

Spotted Elk clung to his waist, her head was resting on his back and he was pretty sure she was asleep. She had been a great help guiding him along the best way the horse could traverse, allowing them to travel without any delays of backtracking or uncertainty. She had not complained, not once, about the conditions or the long ride. If her doeskin dress was as soaked and uncomfortable as his own clothes, Jackson knew she was suffering just as much as he. It was time to risk a stop for rest and the chance to dry out.

 

[Silver_Wyvern]

His talents with the steed was displayed through his riding through the rain..almost gave him the same rush he got during the times of the Civil war. He was confident in his head start..but he knew very well they would be tracking them..hoping that the rain washed out their trail so far. He began to lead the paint horse off the beaten path through the moutians, coming to a cave hidden within the caves..soon he stopped, he pausing as he strung up the horse and stopped. The hunger was getting to him..he was used to going on days without sleep, but he did need a moment to rest and eat...and the clothing was causing him to grow colder. Soon he dismounted slowly taking the smaller woman into his arms and carrying her into the cave with the supplies she scavenged.

After gently placing her down within the cave he began to gather tinder to start a small fire..enough to start drying their clothes and to do a small amount of cooking. He didn't plan on staying more then it took to get some food and dry their clothes..which he predicted to take a few hours..he stayed very close to the cave as he gathered the tinder and twigs he could use. He soon came back with a few moments and with what he gathered started the fire after he confirmed she was still there where he left her..after the fire got going he began to remove his soaking wet shirt and laying it so it would begin to dry..

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Spotted Elk stirred slightly when Jackson carried her to the cave, wrapping her arms around his neck to hold on more tightly. She blinked a sleepy look for a moment as he looked around the dark interior of the cave, but deciding she was safe enough with Jackson, she dozed off again for a few minutes longer before the dampness of her dress made her too uncomfortable.

Finally waking up to see Jackson just spreading his shirt out to dry, she realized she wasn't fulfilling her duties as a good Crow woman should. She got up a little slowly, still stiff from the cold and damp and from the long night's ride. Finding the pack of supplies, she located one of the rawhide parfleche packets that she had stashed. Inside it was plenty of dried buffalo meat, enough to last them several days, if they were careful. She also found a tightly sewn container made from an elk's stomach. It wouldn't hold as much water as the buffalo stomach containers she had back in camp, but it would be plenty for the two of them. The last item she got out was a blanket which had managed to stay dry.

She approached the fire that Jackson sat before, and coming up behind him, she wrapped the blanket around his shoulders. Kneeling down behind him, her small hands resting on his shoulders, she gave him a warm smile, even white teeth bright against her dark lips. "We got away, Jack-son." Her eyes shone with happiness. She knew they weren't completely safe yet, but they were away from the camp, and so far, they hadn't been caught. Jackson was still alive, and would stay that way, if she could help it. Her smile was the outward expression of the relief they both felt at having made it this far.

She handed him a strip of the dried meat, then settled down beside him until the position reminded her of how uncomfortable her wet dress was. She stood up near the fire and held it out from her body, one hand on each side of the skirt, flapping it back and forth to get the warm heat from the fire to help to dry it. The motion alternately caused the damp doeskin to cling to and accentuate her figure and her legs, and then obscure them teasingly.

It would take quite a long time to dry it this way, and wearing it while wet was pretty uncomfortable. She wondered if she should take it off to dry it. She had one other dress that she'd brought with her, but if rained more and that one got wet too, she'd be very uncomfortable with no chance of relief. The expression on her face showed her indecision.

 

[Silver_Wyvern]

Jackson could not but help smile at her as she slowly awoke when he began to fold out his shirt. He paused for a moment seeing the offered food, and getting the blanket placed over his shoulders, softly speaking "Thank you..and yes..we got road..ahead of us..but your help..got us this far..we will make it..right now..take bit..to rest.." he said eating the smoked jerky..he knew this bit he was enough for him right now, The warmth of the blanket helping him recover from the rain.

His eyes silently watched her as she tried to dry herself but to no avail. His heart began to race as he watched the dress tease her legs..he softly speaking "..I don't want you to be cold and uncomfortable..please..lets share this blanket.." he spoke "If you need to change clothes..I shall..avert eyes for you.." it was obvious he was a bit eager to hold her again..only if for the few hours it takes to rest and recover before getting back on the road..

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Jackson’s invitation decided the matter for her and brought a smile to her face. She went back to the pack of things they’d brought, giving his shoulder a caress as she passed him. The elk hide wrap she had used to keep the worst of the rain off of her had ensured that the top part of her dress was only damp, but the bottom, from about the waist down was pretty wet. Her leggings, which would normally reach from the tops of her ankle high moccasins to just below her knees, were now sagging and soggy.

After finding her spare dress in her belongings, she glanced once back towards where he sat before turning her back to him and reaching up under the yoke part of her dress, loosening the thong lacings that held it. With a whispering rustle, it fell away from her body, pooling in a heap around her ankles. She stood for a moment in the chill morning air of the cave, naked but for her leggings and moccasins.

Spotted Elk was average height for an Indian woman, around 5’2”. Her lithe dark skinned body was toned and fit from the hard work that the women typically were responsible for around a plains tribal camp. Her copper skinned legs were shapely and smoothly muscled from walking almost everywhere she went. She stooped over to remove her soaked leggings and moccasins, leaving her totally nude and exposing her rounded buttocks and flaring hips. When she bent over, the tender lips of her sex were barely visible from between the tops of her dusky thighs, covered in a downy wisp of raven black pubic hair.

She stepped into her spare dress, this one also made from soft doeskin, but tanned in such a way as to be almost white in color. It was decorated with glass trade beads and tufts of her own hair made to hang down in streamers attached in rows around the dress, front and back. There were several rows of these streamer tufts along the length of the dress beginning about 10 inches above the fringed bottom hem and another row about every 10 inches.

Along the yoke part, where it hung down over her breasts in a sort of triangle shape, the tufted streamers were arranged to follow the triangular edge, spaced about 4-5 inches apart. The overall effect was that of fine black fringe all along the yoke, just below the swell of her breasts. The dark color of her hair contrasted with the near white of the hide dress, creating a stunning effect.

Spotted Elk tied the laced thongs on the sides, fitting the dress more closely to her feminine curves. Then she gathered up her wet discarded clothing and brought it back to the fire, arranging the items in the best position for them to dry. She smiled at Jackson as he held open the blanket to invite her under to share with him. She sat beside him, scooting closer under his protective arm, so close their bodies were touching. While she sat with him under the blanket, she unbraided her damp hair to let it dry better, combing out the long dark silky strands with her fingers. When unbraided, her raven hair fell almost to her waist, and tended to hang forward when she bent her head down, framing her oval face.

She felt a little shy about sitting so close to him, wondering if he still felt the same way about her now that he was not in such danger. Certainly when a man of the People invited a woman to share a blanket with him, it was an intimate invitation. But she thought it might be different for white men. Jackson had merely suggested they sit together so they would not be cold as they waited for their clothes to dry. She wasn’t sure if there was more to his intentions than that. “This is nice, Jack-son.” she said shyly. She gave him a warm, inviting smile, as she waited for him to make the next move.

 

[Silver_Wyvern]

Though he wanted to gaze..take in her beautiful copper skinned body, he averted his eyes as he promised..in a way her figure was not clear to his sight, but still could tell when she was done. Though he would have drank up each inch of her form in a heartbeat, he was southern and thus raised to be a gentleman, and a gentlemen does not spy on a lady dressing..

As she finished he looked back and smiled, keeping his arm up to offer that place beside him. As she took it, snuggling up to his bare chested form, naturally dusted with dark hair, he wrapped his arm around her form, warm blanket covering her and pulling the smaller woman closer to his own form, the soft smile on his face and more determined light in his eye a lot different from the somber man tied within the camp she met first.

"Yes..it is..spotted..elk.." he responded to her as his hand not wrapped over her shoulder with the blanket bega to gently rub along her stomach and side gently, he leaning in to gently nuzzle again as he did that first encoutner..wanting to take in her scent as his lips brushed gently along the bare inches of her neck, showing his wish to be intimate, yet understanding that they have only a few hours before they should get back on the road, so to keep ahead of the eventual crow hunting party.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Spotted Elk leaned in closer to Jackson, enjoying his lips on her skin. It sent shivers down her spine to feel his warm breath on her neck. Almost without thinking about it, she turned her cheek to his mouth, then turned her mouth to his, kissing him instinctively, with growing heat. One small hand came up to rest on his bare chest as she kissed him. This was what she'd wondered about. He still wanted her, this was the proof of it. She broke the kiss, looking deeply into his eyes. Her own dark eyes shone with desire. She smiled invitingly, hoping to urge him to do more.

She knew what she wanted to do. Her small hand found and captured the fingers of his hand that were caressing her side. Her fingers lightly brushed and caressed his, running along the back of his hand softly, lightly, almost tickling. When she found his wrist, she reversed her questing fingers, looking deeply into his eyes the entire time, even though she knew it was taboo. Her fingers seemed to hunger to touch him. All that mattered is the feel of his skin under her fingertips.

She turned her head to the side, burying her mouth in the crook of his neck. Her dark lips found his neck, and kissed him softly there, tracing a warm path of wet kisses down to his bare shoulder. She felt herself wanting him. It had been so long, even since White Buffalo had come to her at night. And this white man wanted her, she knew it. They were not yet completely safe, but for the moment, they were. Here in this place, with each other, they were safe enough for this.

(Sorry so short.)

 

[Silver_Wyvern]

Jackson shivered softly as he felt her dark lips upon his neck as he pulled the woman closer to his chest, placing her upon his play, the buffalo skin wrapped around them both..he knew had a very limited set of time..but as he began to run his fingers along her sides, gently begin to undo the leather thongs to allow his fingers to slip in...soon his fingers began to run along the sides of her breasts, he taking her invitation...

His ears stayed perked as he held her close, shivering from her kisses as his stubble chin rested upon the top of her head, holding her body closer as she felt his aroused breath breathing down along her neck..hands now outright massaging and squeezes her breasts and dark nipples, he taking a moment to inhale the scent of her hair..his own musk was strong from the bits of dirt and riding all night, chest still slightly wet from the rain..

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Spotted Elk shivered with a surge of pleasure as Jackson's hands sought out and found her breasts. The feeling of his fingers on her bare skin sent tingles of excitement through her nubile body. She could feel her body responding to him; her nipples becoming almost painfully erect as his fingertips closed in on them. His palms cupping her breasts, squeezing them gently, massaging them, made her wet between her thighs.

Her small hands roamed freely over his bare chest, returning and reflecting the movements of his hands on her own body. Her fingertips felt and traced the many battle scars; felt the muscles of his chest and arms and shoulders. He was a warrior, as truly as any of the men of the People, Shoshone or Crow. He had shown a great deal of bravery during his captivity among the Crow, even when he had been told of his fate. He'd accepted it with a stoic resolve, just as the bravest of warriors among the Crow or her own people, the Shoshone, would have done. It made her proud of him.

She wasn't sure exactly when she'd begun to think of him as her man to be proud of, but somewhere along the last few days, she had just come to think of him that way. She felt comfortable with him, despite that he was a white man, and had ways that were strange to her. It seemed to her like there was something between them; some feeling of belonging that just made this seem right. If he had been a man of the People, there would have been customs to follow; offers to be made for her bride price, etc. But they had risked everything to escape together. To be caught now together was death for both of them, and so the intensity of the risk increased the intensity of the feelings she felt for him.

When he moved her to his lap, under the buffalo robe, she felt protected and safe. More than that, she felt like a woman desired, and maybe even, 'in love'? She could hear his breathing, increasing along with the contact of his hands on her body. He was as excited as she. It meant a lot to her to know this. Her lips sought his and found them, kissing him softly, tenderly, but with growing passion. She moved her kisses down to his throat, to the rope scar there that horrified her so. She kissed it gently, overcoming her fear and revulsion of what it represented. He had survived this too. He was a strong man. He was her man now.

This feeling overwhelmed her, and she pressed him backwards to the floor of the cave, moving to straddle over his body. She leaned down and began kissing down his collar bone to his bare chest. Her soft hot lips burned a trail of passion on his skin. This was very aggressive behavior for a woman of the People, but she couldn't deny the desire she felt. And she could tell he felt it too. She could feel his hardness beneath her bottom where she straddled his lap. She pressed herself down against his maleness, wanting more than the limited contact afforded them through their clothes.

She moaned quietly against his flesh, her breath warm on his skin. "Oh, Jack-son! This is a good feeling, the medicine we make between us!" Her voice was low in her throat, heavy with barely contained lust.

 

[Silver_Wyvern]

He gave a soft little surprised grunt when he was pushed to the cave floor, but he was greatly enjoying the loving kisses along his body, the bulge in his pants seemed to press up into the woman while she made her progress down his chest. The passion was growing between them as one of his hands that worked upon her breasts gently slipped out and began to run down along her side. Soon the hand found itself at her hips that grinded softly onto his trapped member..soon he began to slowly run his hand along her taught dark skinned leg and bottom.

Soon the hand began to pull away to his pants he slowly undoing the button to the thick cotton pants he wore. Soon after a moment of shifting she felt that his hard throbbing member was exposed, the bare skin now exposed. Then the hand began to pull up along the bottom hem of the soft leather of her dress, so to expose more of her legs and hips..soon the shaft gently teasing along her bare folds when she sat in his lap..the dress rolled up and out of the way..His eyes locked with the dark ones of spotted elk "..yes..we do.." His went silent..seeming to softly ask for entry with his eyes..

 

[Annisthyrienne]

She moaned softly as his hand caressed her hips and thighs, the other hand teasing her breast within her dress. She pushed herself against his hard member, straining against the heavy cotton trousers that contained him. With the layers of their clothing between them, she could only feel his erection as a vague hardness. She sighed with frustration as his hands left her body, perhaps thinking that he didn't want to continue until she realized his intention.

Her smile returned as she could feel him working open his pants. She lifted her bottom up to give him room, and continued kissing his chest and stomach. Soon she glanced downward at the space between their bodies, spotting his exposed manhood. She looked back up at his face, smiling broadly. Her even white teeth stood out against the dark flush of her full lips. With one small hand, she reached down to touch him, caressing his member with her fingertips only, then letting her palm settle over the head of his penis, gently spreading the clear pre-cum all over it.

When she felt him begin to work the fringed hem of her dress up around her hips, she stopped all her movements and held still, passively letting him do as he wished. She moved only to ease the task for him, shifting her body or leg this way or that until she felt him rub his cock against the wetness of her sex. She drew in her breath sharply when he first came into contact with her bare skin down there, and held very still for him, her hips raised so that just the tip of him could touch her there, poised at her entrance.

She looked into his eyes, seeing the desire there for her, the need to do this. Ever so slowly, she settled back onto him, taking his length within her little by little. The hot wetness of her pussy enveloped him agonizingly slow, seeming near scalding in its heat. She let go of a sigh of pleasure as her head rolled back, exposing her throat. When at last she had impaled herself fully upon him, she lowered her upper body down to rest on his chest, her lips only inches away from his.

 

[Silver_Wyvern]

When he felt her hand rub along his shaft he let out a moan in pleasure..enjoying the attetion as he lifted up enough to expose her rear and hips..he taking a moment to admire her folds and the layer of dark raven hair that curled from it..a singe finger began to rub inbetween the folds gently, as if to test how wet she was..soon he shifted as he let her slide down on him at her own pace.

Oh..but when he was inside..it felt so good..the tight wet walls gripped his thick powerful shaft as he let out a moan of pleasure..he leaning to take her flavorful lips again as he began to rock and pump his hips upwards into her body..the wet sounds of her sex being pentarated began to fill the cave as he began to make love to her, arms wrapped tightly around her form..he shivering.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Spotted Elk gasped as Jackson began to thrust up into her tight canal. He was thicker than White Buffalo had been. Jackson was stretching this part of her more than she had ever been stretched. With his initial slow thrusts, she could feel herself clenching and clasping at his shaft inside. Her natural lubrication was enough for them both, and the first slow thrusts were only the beginning of a delightful friction.

She moved her pelvis in a rocking motion, meeting his thrusts, the two of them moving in rhythm beneath the buffalo robe. She was not overly vocal in her pleasure, but her breathing came in short panting breaths, full of passionate lust, accompanied by guttural grunts and the occasional moan or sigh. Her mouth was close to his neck, and he could feel her warm breath upon his throat as it was forcefully expelled from her body in soft little huffs with his thrusts into her body. She kissed him again and again, her small hands clutching at his chest and arms.

Soon she stopped meeting his thrusts and stretched her legs out behind her, lying full length upon his body. She clamped her thighs tightly together and squirmed on his frame, pushing herself downward until his shaft was effectively penetrating her sex in a way that forced it to rub hard against the top front wall of her vaginal canal. The position maximized the delicious friction on her clitoris as well, though for Jackson, it made it harder to thrust into her, so tight was she clamped down on his shaft. But the new position seemed to excite her even more. Her slight grunts were soon accompanied by little faint mewling sounds as she drew nearer to her ecstasy.

Her soft breasts pressed into his chest through the thin doeskin of her dress. He could feel the hardened points of her nipples pressing through. Her silky raven black hair cascaded down around both of them, shutting out the world except for each other and framing her oval face above him. Just enough light from the early morning filtered into the cave, to combine with the firelight, making sparks shine in her dark, doe-like eyes. Her dusky lips pressed against his skin in soft tender kisses full of heat and promise of passion yet to come

 

[Silver_Wyvern]

((sorry repost))

 

[Silver_Wyvern]

Jackson moaned and grinded into her holding her tightly, he feeling himself grow closer to his climax..but he keeping his slow and steady thrusts..he not wanting to rush this moment..he paused as he felt her actions..she positioning herself to make the thrusts harder but oh so tight..he let out a moan in approval as he still kept up the thrusts..

He felt her stop and tense..feeling his tip soaked with pre as he continued, he taking a moment to return his hands to her breaths, finding them again from under her top, fingers pinching and squeezing the nipples and breast. His eyes stayed locked with hers as his moved to meet her dark skinned kisses, he still amazed that this moment was happening..

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Jackson's hands on her breasts, teasing and toying with her dark nipples nearly put her over the edge. Her breathing was coming rapidly now, her little whimpers growing in volume and urgency. She knew she was very close to feeling very good! She wondered if Jackson was too. More than anything now, she wanted to feel him pulsing within her depths, spurting his essence into her body. She wanted to feel that hot rushing sensation that would fill her body with pleasure in response to his.

She moved on his body, her ever closer approach to her orgasm making her movements increasingly jerky and urgent. With the new position of her body, she couldn't last much longer. He was pushing just the right spot within her to bring on her climax quickly. Suddenly she tensed and let out a groan. Her legs stiffened out almost straight and rigid, scissoring slightly as she strained on his shaft. The sudden flood of warm fluid in her vagina signaled her climax. She hissed a sharp intake of breath as she rode it out, rocking on his manhood, clutching his arms tightly in her hands. Her eyes were squeezed shut tightly as she spasmed around him again and again.

 

[Silver_Wyvern]

Oh he was getting close too..his body tensed and shivered as he pulled gently onto her nipples he thrusting up as deep as he could feeling every inch of that hot throbbing shaft pressed into her as he began to convulse and shake he holding her tighting to his body, arms wrapped around her.

When she climaxed he shivered and began to follow, from the tip of his shaft hot thick load after load of his essance filled her tight walls, he slowly coming down from the plesure as he held onto her tightly panting hard. His cheeks was gently flushed as his eyes looked up to her "..oh...that was..so good.." he spoke inbetween his breaths..

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Spotted Elk sighed in contented pleasure as she rested her head on Jackson's chest. At his words, she lifted her face to smile up at him. "Good...medicine, Jack-son." She laughed at her own little joke, sharing this moment of closeness with the white man. She kissed his chest softly and laid her cheek to rest on him again, listening to his heartbeat as it began to return to normal after his exertion.

She concentrated internally and squeezed him from within with her vaginal muscles. The action sent a little shiver of remaining pleasure through her small frame. Many minutes passed before she began to stir again, after feeling him diminish within and finally leave her empty but satisfied. She rolled off of him and nestled in by his side, snuggling affectionately. "I am so happy now, Jack-son. Do you feel the same way?"