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As Dancing Wolf entered the village, all eyes turned to watch intently, staring his way as he made his way in. Face covered with blood from the Crow warrior he had killed, Dancing Wolf wore a serious expression, but would not let the exhaustion he felt, show in his posture. Back straight and chin high, he rode further into the camp.
Not having slowed his gallop even once, Kills Many Enemies had gotten them back in record time. But Dancing Wolf’s body was nearly spent of all energy, and he struggled internally to keep a stoic face. The horse came to a stop next to his lodge, and all at once a large group swarmed towards him.
Many crowded around his horse, wanting to know the details of all that had gone down. But Makawee was at his side immediately, taking him into a hug that was tight and long. On pulling back, she took his face into her palms, eyes gazing long and hard before finally speaking.
“You blocked the pictures,” she angrily said. “So I could not see what was happening to you.”
“Because you would worry,” he said back. “And I did not want you to have it on your mind.”
“Not seeing anything at all was much worse.” Lips pulling thin, she stared at the blood which covered his face. “I knew you were in trouble, but for what, I was not sure. Then father showed me.”
“The men who trapped me are dead.”
“I know,” she quickly replied. “But if father was not there, you would have been killed.”
“The tribe is safe, Makawee. And I am back, so that is all that matters.”
As his jaw went rigid and strong, Makawee knew he was finished speaking. Then his gaze shifted to the crowd, searching through the faces to find Wanahca. Many around him were asking questions and welcoming him back, but Dancing Wolf only thought of her. Then her beautiful scent suddenly came to him, and realizing she was within his lodge, he started for it.
As soon as he entered Wanahca was there, rushing into his arms so that he almost fell over. Still injured he stumbled a little, but quickly righting himself, pulled her flush up against him. Gazing up with a softness that was feminine and sweet, she looped her arms around his neck. But in her rush to hold him, she had not noticed his face, still splattered with blood from the man he had fought. The distinctively metallic scent hung heavy in the air, blanketing around her like a fog.
The smell of blood mixed with death came off him, and it was now she suddenly realized, just all he had gone through in order to return back home. Wide-eyed and totally shocked, her eyes slowly drifted toward his neck, and she saw the angry red line which had been caused by the Crow warrior’s blade. Although just a surface cut, she could see it had bled a bit.
“Who was it that did this?” she asked, brows furrowing deep and eyes going sad.
“There was a crow warrior who tried to kill me,” he said. “But I fought him off, and he is now dead.”
Shocked to know all that he had gone through, an incredulous look took over her face. Then suddenly she saw his left ear, which had been clobbered with the Crow man’s stone club. A bruise was already beginning to form, and the skin along the ear fold had been split right open. Surely it would require stitches, in order to ward off any possible infection. Realizing all he had been through filled her with great sorrow, but also exceptionally gratefulness to have him back and right before her in the flesh.
“Makawee told me there were men who had you in a trap. She says you were in your wolf form, when this strange contraption clamped around your leg.”
He nodded to verify this.
“Then there must be more traps out there,” she said. “I do not feel it is safe, for you to go into the woods alone.”
“So now I must go with others, whenever I wish to hunt or explore?” He shook his head. “The spirit of fear is not going to stop me, Wanahca.”
“I worry you will be hurt again,” she replied. “I only wish for you to be kept safe, so please understand this.”
“I will be careful, you have my word.” Taking her face into his hands he gingerly cupped it, thumbs stroking the curve of her cheekbone as he gazed deep into her beautiful brown eyes. “And I will not shift until I am clear of the thickets.”
Not wanting to badger him she offered a nod, then sweetly smiled to let him know she accepted his words.
“I want so much to kiss you right now…” Eyeing her lips as if they were a fruit he wanted to devour, the Lakota warrior continued to speak. “But I must bathe first, so that my body will be acceptable to you.”
“You are always acceptable,” she told him, palm resting on his smooth, strong chest.
“Then wait for me here,” he told her, and after lifting her hand to his lips, gingerly kissed it before exiting the lodge.
As soon as he was gone she busied herself about his lodge, ensuring everything was neat and ready for his use. Makawee had taught her the importance of tending to a man’s lodge, so she had made certain he was stocked with not görükle escort only bladders of water, but also firewood and blankets. While he had been gone the past three days, she had made sure his lodge was properly attended to, so there wasn’t more that needed to be done, besides preparing the evening meal.
Buffalo and wild rice soup would be hearty enough to feed him, so she got busy at making a fire, then gathered the ingredients which were needed. Once everything was in a pot and cooking, she laid out his bed of buffalo hides, in case he wanted to rest before dinner. Then she rolled out a woven mat, which they could comfortably sit down on while eating.
No sooner had she laid out the dinner mat, did Dancing Wolf return, and catching the scent of cooking food, immediately shifted his gaze to the fire. Seeing there was a pot just above it, he then looked at Wanahca, who was now stirring a spoon in the wild rice soup. Directly next to the pot was a bowl-shaped pit, where the buffalo meat was being cooked.
Squatting down just behind her, Dancing Wolf encircled his arms around her waist, then nuzzled her neck with his nose, before gently kissing the sensitive skin. Enjoying the feel of his lips, she smiled, loving his warm body and comforting touch. Although he now smelled nice and fresh, there was still a manly scent about him, one that got her blood pounding and made her skin a little flush. Inhaling the scent from the pot, the Lakota warrior spoke some words.
“I did not expect you to cook for me, but it smells delicious, so I will happily eat it.”
Placing down the spoon and putting the lid on the pot, Wanahca then shifted her body so they were face to face. As he relaxed into a cross legged position, she made a move to sit right beside him. But before she could he pulled her onto his lap, wrapping her up in his comforting arms. Now eye-to-eye they simply stared, drinking in one another with a love-filled stare.
“I was so worried you would not return,” she softly told him. “When Makawee told me she could not see anything at all, I thought for certain that you were dead.”
“I did not want you two to worry,” he said. “This is why I blocked the pictures from coming to her.”
“But not seeing anything at all made it worse,” came her reply. “And I could feel in my heart, that something was very wrong.”
“I’m sorry,” he quietly said. “It seemed right at the time, but I understand now that it only made it worse.”
Holding him fiercely tight, it was clear that she never wanted to let him go. But he had no intentions of doing so, at least not until it was time for dinner. The way he embraced her was so loving, arms strong and powerful in the way he enveloped her. Then his lips came down to hers and they were kissing, lips brushing and tongues tangling until they were lost in the heated moment. Soft and wet, hot and smooth, their mouths worked tirelessly against the other.
The kiss deepened even further until finally they pulled apart, breathless and dazed as their eyes locked hard. But as their lips touched again for a second round of kissing, the flap to the tipi pulled back, and Makawee stepped into her brother’s dwelling. Noting the way that Wanahca was stretched out across his lap, Dancing Wolf’s sister halted her steps, face flushing with embarrassment of having interrupted.
“I brought this medicine to help you heal.” Gesturing to the bowl in her hands, she slowly stepped towards her brother. “You will need it to disinfect the areas where you were wounded.”
Nodding at his sister, Dancing Wolf let her know that it was okay. But as Makawee stretched out the bowl to Wanahca, he realized that his sibling was handing over the responsibility that would usually be her own. This told Dancing Wolf that she greatly trusted Wanahca, as ever since his mother had died, his sister had been the one to feed and nurture him. But Wanahca was now the one who would take care of him, as ever since she’d arrived, she’d been taught in the ways of Lakota women.
She not only knew how to cook the traditional dishes, but had also been shown how to create garments from animal hides, which were tanned and softened with buffalo brains. There was still more that she needed to learn about Lakota ways, but she had come a long way since first arriving in the camp.
Accepting the bowl from Makawee’s hand, Wanahca gave a nod of respect, then softly spoke some words.
“You would not prefer to do it yourself, instead?”
“It is your own medicine that you made this morning,” the Lakota woman told her. “So I think it would be best, if your own hands applied it.”
Nodding at this, Wanahca accepted two more items – deer leg tendon which would be used as thread, and a needle fashioned from animal bone.
“You will need to close up the skin on his ear, or infection will set in quickly.”
“But I have not done such a thing before,” she said back. “I think it should be you, who does that part.”
A touch bursa escort bayan of a smile curled Makawee’s lips, and shifting her gaze to her brother, she allowed him to speak a few words in reassurance.
“It will be fine my beautiful flower,” he said to Wanahca. “I will guide you along, so do not worry about making mistakes.”
Still feeling uncertain she looked to Makawee, but the Lakota woman only softly smiled.
“I will let you begin now,” she said to Wanahca. “Dancing Wolf will call me if there is a need, but I am certain he is in very good hands.”
A knowing smile touched her lips as she turned to leave, and once she was out of sight and away from the tent, Wanahca got busy at preparing herself. She first washed her hands in a large bowl of water, and after placing the bowl, deer leg tendon, and needle down on the mat, she gestured for Dancing Wolf to lay down.
Once he was comfortably laid out on his bed of buffalo hides, she began applying the tincture to his neck, gently massaging it in, so it was fully absorbed. Gazing up as she did it, his eyes locked into her own, as if wanting her to know he deeply appreciated her gentle touch.
Eyes soft and loving, she gazed right back, before working her way to his left ear. Since the wound on this spot was open and exposed, she took more time and used great gingerness.
Once this area was taken care of, she then focused on the wound of his ankle, where the wolf trap had dug into his flesh. She used plenty of the herbal concoction to ensure it was covered, then followed up with a paste-like ointment, which would help to seal in the good medicine. Having finished with covering the wounds, she picked up the needle and thread, but the look in her eyes told Dancing Wolf that she was still uncertain and more than a little nervous.
Smiling gently, he let her know it would be okay, and mustering the courage she threaded the needle. Not wanting to hurt him yet knowing it obviously would, she reluctantly pierced his flesh with the razor-sharp point. As the needle went in and out of the fold of his ear, she held her breath and did the work.
Aside from gritting his teeth a bit, he didn’t show any signs of pain. Which was remarkable in her eyes, as the mere sight of the needle going in and out repeatedly, was enough to make her clench her jaw. Wanting to ensure she got it totally right, she moved slowly, with great carefulness. And as the very last stitch was finally made, she let out the breath that she had been holding. Not too bad of a job from what she could see, and after tying it off she snipped the ends of the sinew thread.
“You did well,” Dancing Wolf told her. “Just as I knew you would.”
“Held my breath the whole time,” she said through a smile, then reached out to stroke his handsome face. “You, however, were very brave.”
“What good is a warrior, who has no braveness?” Lifting his body into a sitting position, he tenderly kissed the spot just between her brows, then the tip of her nose before pulling back.
Having fully expected for him to continue on, Wanahca gave him a look he immediately read. Yet his only response was a touch of a smile, as he fully knew just what she was thinking.
“Your lips hunger for a kiss,” he told her. “So why don’t you lean in and take what you want?”
“I expected you to continue on,” she said. “But I can see now, that you would rather tease.”
A light chuckle came from his lips. “I only wanted to see your reaction.”
“I hunger for you, and you know it.”
“Then show me,” he said. It has been three days and I need your passion.”
Pressing her lips flush against his, she pushed the tip of her tongue into the warmth of his mouth. Immediately moaning he kissed her back, exploring the wetness and warmth of her soft, sweet mouth. Their lips moved slowly yet with utter passion, wanting to savor the moment and fully indulge. Small and feminine, she fit perfectly against his frame, which was tall and hard and so incredibly masculine.
A coil of heat had worked its way deep inside her gut, and knowing full well what she was feeling, Dancing Wolf pushed up the hem of her dress, so that his palms could touch the bare skin just above her knees. To his surprise she grabbed his hand, yet instead of guiding it away, she pushed it upwards just a little bit further.
The feel of her scars beneath his palm could be keenly felt, yet totally unbothered and fully turned on, he enjoyed the moment. Not only was he grateful, but fully surprised that she was allowing him to touch her upper thighs. Still fused at the mouth, they continued to kiss, tongues gliding and tangling with an erotic wetness. Soon both were at the point where they needed more, but as Wanahca pulled back to speak some words, it was not at all what he’d been expecting.
“If you want to taste me, we can try.”
Brows lifting at this, he gazed deep in her eyes, unblinking and totally shocked.
“I want to know what bursa escort it’s like,” she told him. “So I was thinking that you might show me.”
“Are you sure of this?” His eyes searched hers for any reluctance. “Because I know that your scars make you fearful of touch in that place.”
“I’m curious,” she said. “So I feel it is time to let you make the kisses and touches there.”
Although overjoyed at her giving him approval to eat her out, he very much wanted to know just what had made her so curious about it.
“Do you really want this?” He asked. “Because I do not want you giving in, just because it is something I hunger for.”
“I want it.” She nodded, and the look in her eyes told him that she really did. “Your sister told me it is a feeling that cannot be made by words. But that it is wonderful, and something I would need to experience for myself.”
“You have spoken to my sister about this?” Shocked, he stared at Wanahca, as he could not believe his sister made such talk.
“We speak about many things,” she said with a touch of a smile. “But I do not share details about you and I, so don’t worry.”
Hand lifting to his hair, she gently stroked it, enjoying the silky soft feel of his waves as they slipped through her fingers. Everything about him completely turned her on, and as he gently pushed her back onto the buffalo hides, her body went boneless with want.
Wishing to build her desire, Dancing Wolf began to caress her legs, starting at the skin just above her knees before travelling upward along her inner thigh. Ever so gently he began making patterns, brushing the tip of his thumb in a circular motion.
Senses heightening at his touch she felt her skin begin to tingle, and she was suddenly aware of her own heartbeat. Every inch of her body was beginning to feel flush, and wanting more, she eagerly waited.
Only inches from her sex, Dancing Wolf’s palm caressed her with love, as if the raised scars he could feel, didn’t matter to him at all. Feeling totally accepted and deeply desired beneath his hands, Wanahca was ready for this moment to happen. And as she looked into Dancing Wolf’s eyes, she could see that he was ready, too.
“Are you wet for me?” He asked her. “Because if you are, then you can have my tongue.”
Fully excited, she was very much wet, and gently nodded in response to his words. Still painting a trail along her inner thigh, Dancing Wolf allowed his fingers to move closer to her womanly heat. The first touch made her hips buck, and lightly gasping, she focused on the sensation.
Slick and velvet-like beneath his fingers, Wanahca’s folds were like a flower, delicately made and ready to be parted. Slowly, and with much care, he slid in a finger, not stopping until the wetness hit his knuckle. Hot, soft and succulently wet, her silken flesh wrapped tight around him, as if cherishing the presence of his finger. He pulled out just slightly, then pushed back in to gauge her reaction. Eyes wide she licked her lips, and on their own volition, her inner muscles clenched hard.
More than ready now, Wanahca lay on her back, relaxing against the buffalo hides which padded the ground beneath her. The hem of her dress was slowly lifted, coming to rest just above her hips. Then with gentleness he parted her legs, fully exposing that most sacred spot. Catching her scent immediately, his nostrils flared to take in more, mouth salivating at her fragrance which was musky and a little sweet.
Just as delicate as he had imagined, her feminine essence was a thing of beauty, flower-like with its crevasses and gentle folds. Delectably plump, the lips of her entrance were glossy, slickened with juices of her female excitement. Practically begging to be played with, her clit was swollen and flush, peeking out from beneath the hood which protected it. Dancing Wolf wanted so badly to just dip right in, but knowing she was nervous, fought against his impatience.
He lowered his head to her parted legs and her breathing quickened, the touch of his lips to her skin speeding up her pulse. Long ropy streaks of scar tissue covered both her thighs, an ugly reminder of being beaten and treated lower than the animals back on the plantation. Ropy and thick, she felt like a freak of nature, and suddenly began to wonder if she hadn’t been too quick to let him uncover her.
But not bothered in the least by these glaring imperfections, Dancing Wolf caressed them with love. So soft and gentle with his touch, he allowed his lips to trace the bumps and ridges, which were visible marks of darkness and despair.
Map-like in the way they were spread out, they let him know of all she’d endured, and how strong she had to be in order to make it out of a place surely meant to break her mind. Although very visible they weren’t ugly to his eyes, and seeing these map-like scars which were written across her thighs, made him respect her in a way which was genuine and truly deep.
Words didn’t need to be said, neither declarations of acceptance or reassurances that he still loved her. She felt it in the touch of his lips, in the way that he took his time and actually treasured her with tenderness, rather than rushing to get to the spot which was eagerly waiting to receive his tongue.
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