by Robin Gideon
Blade hooked his hand behind her neck and pulled her close. After a brief kiss, his lips brushed against her ear. “You don't want this to happen. I can see it in your eyes."
Samantha shook her head in negation of his statement and replied in a voice so low that only he could hear, “Moon has been without a loving touch for so long..."
He smiled, paused a moment to watch Moon as she waited in a half-conscious sensual haze, then looked up again. “Do you trust me?” he asked in that wickedly tempting way of his.
For a moment, Samantha closed her eyes. It seemed to her terribly unfair that he should be so capable of making the world conform to his wishes. He was a man who seemed to always get what he wanted. But she knew, both instinctively and from experience, that when he guided her actions, her own sexual satisfaction was virtually guaranteed.
Blade lay down beside Moon on his buffalo hide bed. For a moment, Samantha was afraid she couldn't continue. But he smiled reassuringly and made a gesture for her to lay down on the opposite side of Moon.
"Such beautiful ladies,” Blade said, his gaze going slowly over both women. “So different and so beautiful."
He dipped his head, sealing his lips over Moon's mouth. His mouth opened, and Samantha felt her own heart seize up briefly. The kiss did not last long, but even before it had ended, she wondered if there was any possible way for her to make a quick exit from his tepee.
"Your turn,” Blade said, sliding his hand around Samantha's neck to pull her so that she was leaning over Moon.
Whatever notions Samantha may have had about leaving the tepee vanished the instant his lips came in contact with her own and his moist tongue began its tantalizing dance. She moaned soulfully, distinctly aware of the places her naked body touched Moon's.
By the time the kiss ended, Samantha's head was spinning drunkenly. His hand was still at the back of her neck, and after a quick kiss on the tip of her nose, he pushed her head down toward Moon.
"Now it's your turn to kiss Moon."
Samantha hadn't meant to gasp, but the simple declaration caught her by surprise. She looked down at Moon, seeing the young woman in a way she never had before, taking in the softness of her lips and the loveliness of her dark eyes. She resisted the pressure of Blade's hand, but only briefly. If this was what Blade wanted her to do, kissing Moon seemed a small chore to please Blade.
Very slowly, Samantha bent over Moon. She felt the heaviness of her breasts come into contact with Moon's much smaller bosom, and though the sensation was one she'd never before experienced, Samantha's body responded favorably in an instant. Her nipples became even more erect, the slick nectar of her passion flowed freely.
"I've never done this,” she whispered before slanting her mouth over the young widow's, tasting another woman's kiss for the first time in her life.
Samantha immediately came to the conclusion that kissing another woman was significantly different than kissing a man—not necessarily better or worse, just different. Moon's mouth was much smaller than Blade's, her lips softer and more acquiescent.
Quickly learning to delight in the differences, after a few light kisses, Samantha pressed her mouth more firmly against Moon's. Within a minute, she eased her tongue between Moon's lips, heightening the intimacy between them as a lifetime of inhibitions regarding taboo pleasures slowly vanished.
A shiver went through Samantha as she played her tongue against Moon's while blindly reaching for a small, firm breast. When she lightly pinched Moon's nipple, the two women shared a mutual moan, Samantha taking unprecedented enchantment in giving pleasure to her new friend.
Moon flinched and wrapped both arms tightly around Samantha's neck, hugging her tightly. With some effort, Samantha extricated herself from the young woman's boa constrictor embrace and discovered what had caused the girl's strong, physical response. While Samantha and Moon had been sharing a series of deeply intimate kisses, Blade had slipped down on the buffalo hides and repositioned himself between brown, slender thighs.
Samantha was momentarily shocked but wickedly aroused at seeing Blade using his lips and tongue upon Moon's delicate sex. Seeing his handsome face wedged between Moon's legs, his eyes closed in either pleasure or concentration, was perhaps the most shockingly erotic thing Samantha had ever seen. Moon's low moans of pleasure were almost continuous, and Samantha smiled because she knew from experience the kind of spine-jarring climaxes Blade was capable of producing with just such intimate kisses.
Propped on an elbow, Samantha let her gaze go leisurely over Moon's naked body, taking in the petite beauty of her bosom, the areolas small and distinct, the nipples fiercely erect with passion, her stomach flat, the slender legs now parted to accommodate Blade as his tongue worked sensually between the lust-enflamed lips of her pussy.
Slowly, almost in a trance, Samantha bent down once again, but this time instead of feasting upon Moon's delicious mouth, she captured the girl's nipple between her lips. She sucked tenderly upon the small, feminine button of flesh, her mind in a whirl as she tried to comprehend the fact that she was tasting a woman's nipple and taking profound pleasure in the act. Her oral caress elicited an immediate gasp and sigh from Moon, informing Samantha that her actions were appreciated.
Strong fingers pushed into her golden hair, the hand large, tugging on her hair, its action commanding. Following Blade's guidance, she kissed down the front of Moon's body, pausing briefly to play her tongue into the dimpled belly button.
The nearer to Blade that Samantha moved, the harder her heart hammered against her ribs. She had shared a deep kiss with Moon and had taken pleasure in sucking on her nipples, but neither of those activities could be compared to what Samantha knew would next be expected of her. She loved it when Blade kissed her in that supremely intimate and stimulating way ... but could she do the same to Moon?
"Kiss me,” Blade said when Samantha was very close, “and you'll taste Moon's passion."
Hearing the bold words caused the breath to catch in Samantha's throat. She folded her knees beneath her and met Blade's gaze, knowing hers must be filled with apprehension.
"You'll do fine,” he said, once again amazing Samantha at how accurately he could read her thoughts. “Just do to her what I've done to you."
"But—"
Blade silenced her protest by kissing her on the mouth, his lips tasting of Moon's lubricating honey. Samantha kissed him for a long time, becoming more excited with each passing second, as she always did whenever his passionate attention was directed at her. As the kiss ended, he repositioned her so that she was on her elbows and knees, her face so close to Moon's feminine temple that she could smell the fragrance of lust.
For several seconds, Samantha simply looked at Moon. The girl's pubic mound was completely free of any hair, the skin smooth and velvet soft, the petals glistening wetly in the dim light of the tepee. Seconds ticked by, and just when she thought she'd have to apologize for not following through with what was clearly expected of her, she felt Blade's hands on her bottom, pulling her hips downward. A moment later, when his knowing lips come in contact with her pussy, a shiver went through her as his probing tongue separated her labia and grazed over her clitoris.
The best antidote to inhibition is extreme desire. If Blade wanted Samantha to give Moon pleasure, then she was willing to do it. To please him, to entertain him, to impress him—Samantha was willing to do anything. Anything at all. With a shiver and a sigh, as Blade's tongue moved slickly over her clitoris, Samantha lowered her head and brought her mouth to Moon's pussy.
Moans and sighs of carnal excess filled the tepee. Samantha went about pleasuring Moon, clumsily from her inexperience, though she went at the task of eliciting a satisfying orgasm for the young widow with dogged persistence and limitless energy. It was easy for Samantha to lose concentration, since Blade was doing to her what she was doing to Moon—and Blade most definitely had experience in this sort of adventuring.
Samantha was the first to reach orgasm, though M
oon did not trail by much. With her arms wrapped around Moon's naked, slender thighs, she kept her mouth pressed tightly to the girl's pussy as she bucked and writhed in ecstasy against Blade's mouth, rippling waves of pure emotion shuddering through her system.
Only when Moon was gasping and begging for Samantha to stop did she lean back and put an end to her oral caresses.
As soon as Moon had finished with her climax, Blade turned his attention to Samantha again—to her complete delight. He grabbed her by the upper arms and twisted her around on the buffalo hides, her prone body half atop Moon even as he positioned himself between her tapering thighs.
His first invasion was full-length, brutish in its intensity, his practiced charm having been stripped away by her wanton sense of sexual adventurousness and Moon's delicious enticements. He stretched himself over Samantha, his chest glistening with perspiration, his mouth slick with her honey.
"Take me,” Samantha whispered, finding it arousing to feel Moon's naked thigh beneath her head like a pillow as his thick cock filled her completely. “Take me any way you want me."
Samantha was primed for the next orgasm, which struck with sledgehammer force on the fourth stroke of his exquisite cock into her pussy. The scent of Moon's arousal significantly heightened Samantha's own readiness for culmination.
She pulled him down so that his chest crushed her breasts. This was how she loved him the most—when his weight was upon her and she could feel his great strength dominating her both literally and metaphorically. She could tell he was throwing everything he had at her, his muscular body pounding her into the buffalo hides, the thickly-veined shaft of his erection tugging at her labia and rubbing against her clitoris.
Opening her eyes, she discovered that Moon was sitting up with her hands behind her. Samantha looked into the girl's dark brown eyes as she was tossed once more into the abyss, her body wracked by powerful orgasmic spasms that left her weak and gasping for air.
"Wait,” she whispered. “P-Please ... I need to ... catch my ... breath.” She stroked Blade's ebony hair, smoothing the thick strands away from his face. “You're so..."
Words failed Samantha. All she was absolutely certain of was that she didn't want this evening to end, that she wanted it to go on and on so that Blade could teach her all the ways it was possible to give and receive pleasure. Whatever the question, Blade was always the answer.
Moon eased her leg out from beneath Samantha's head and crawled across the tent to her own blankets. Samantha let out a small moue of disappointment and was distinctly aware of that fact that she no longer had the scent of Moon's passion tickling her senses.
"Now, my darling,” Samantha purred, feeling the hard length of his cock filling her, “I think it is time you concentrated on your own pleasure."
"You have no idea how much it pleases me to see you passionate. You got excited by tasting Moon, didn't you?” Blade replied, his words hardly more than a whisper though their impact on Samantha's senses was a roaring thunderclap.
"You liked watching me,” Samantha answered ambiguously.
He began moving his hips, the long retreat of his cock done slowly so that she could feel each individual nerve ending being tantalized. She pulled his head down, needing his chest against her tingling breasts. When she felt his teeth nipping at her throat, she let out a squeal of submissive delight.
With his ear close to her lips, Samantha whispered, “Fuck me hard."
His hands gripped her ass, long fingers mauling her flesh as he lifted her hips upward to meet his ramrod downward thrusts. Ever the dutiful lover, Blade had been given a request by Samantha, and he fulfilled that request spectacularly, his lean hips pumping between her thighs as his cock plunged and retreated, the roar of his labored breathing hot and moist against the side of her face.
Samantha's next orgasm was even more powerful and draining than those previously experienced. She was just beginning that slow, blissful, post-orgasmic descent from the emotional stratosphere when Blade thrust full-length into her, plunging deeply as his guttural, strangled growl of ecstasy burst from his lungs. Samantha felt him shudder as he released his cum deep inside her.
"Yes,” she purred, stroking the back of his head as his body went lax atop hers. “I love the sound that you make when you come.” When Blade started to roll off Samantha, she tightened her legs around him. “Not yet. I love the way it feels to have you inside me."
She was blissfully aware that his sperm was inside her. This time he hadn't practiced coitus interruptus as he always had in the past. When he propped himself on his elbows to take some of his weight off her, Samantha looked up into his dark eyes, wondering what thoughts were going through his mind.
"You're mine now,” he said, answering her unasked question. “You're mine."
His arousal had lost only a portion of its stature after his orgasm, and to Samantha's amazement and delight, she felt it grow to full-length once more.
"You're mine,” Blade repeated, a little louder than before, his hips beginning their rhythmic pumping. “You're mine. Do you hear me? You're mine."
* * * *
They headed out after Dog and his men at dawn. Blade had hoped Samantha would oversleep, but the spirits weren't kind. When he saw her, dressed in doeskins and with braided blonde hair, he found himself questioning his earlier decision to return Samantha to the white man's villages. She was a teacher, and one of the main reasons for the Northern Comanche's success despite their small numbers was because of their literacy, which was now into the third generation of the tribe.
And, of course, there was that oft-repeated declaration of ownership the previous evening that Blade couldn't forget uttering. Samantha hadn't mentioned it, and for that he was grateful. But he had spent well over a decade keeping his status as bachelor firmly fixed in place, and had accomplished that by making a point of never making claims of exclusivity.
What he had said to Samantha was a staggering departure from the status quo ... but was it inaccurate? And why had he allowed himself to climax inside her? That was something he never allowed to happen with his other lovers. It simply wasn't done ... until Samantha. And with her, he'd done it three times. Trying to explain all three occurrences as ‘accidents’ was a pitiful alibi for his irresponsible behavior, and Blade knew it. Besides, he'd never been good with self-deception.
Forcing such thoughts from his mind, he patted Tikki's neck and resumed concentrating on following the three-days-old hoof prints left by Dog's band of murderers.
* * * *
"How far ahead do you think they are?” Sheriff Burns asked.
Blade got down on one knee to more closely inspect the hoof print. “Twelve hours. Just twelve hours, and they're moving slow."
"Why do you suppose that is?"
Blade shrugged his broad shoulders. “They don't think they're being followed. But we've got to be careful. Dog is just as vicious as his older brother was, and he's a lot more cunning. Blue Elk was their leader only because he was older."
"What kind of men are we after?"
The right side of Blade's mouth pulled upward in a bitter smile. “The worst. They kill for sport, and they don't make allowances for women and children.” He looked at Sheriff Burns, trying to see past the man's gruff exterior. “You should know that Blue Elk and Dog watched their parents get slaughtered by your cavalry about ten or twelve years ago. I'll grant you those brothers are human monsters, but they got an early education in barbarity from the white man."
"That's no excuse for what they've done. It's not important."
"Maybe not now,” Blade replied. “But it was damned sure important at one time."
* * * *
There was less than thirty minutes of sunlight left. Blade pulled Tikki to a stop and twisted in his saddle to look at Sheriff Burns.
"How far ahead are they?” the lawman asked.
"Eight hours, tops. We'll stop here and set up camp. We don't want to stumble upon them in the dark."
The sheriff nodded and turned his horse around to give the directions to the rest of the posse. Samantha, having heard the exchange, smiled to herself. She had noticed how, during the course of the day, Blade had become the leader of the posse. Even Sheriff Burns, who clearly didn't like having to deal with Indians, followed Blade's orders without complaint.
They ate beans and buffalo jerky that night. Though the posse all had their blankets arranged near the small campfire, Despite the rather disapproving looks from the sheriff, Blade and Samantha put their blankets off to the west about twenty yards. Blade had earlier commented on the surreptitious, covetous looks the posse members had been casting in her direction. Though she said nothing, she was thrilled with Blade's protectiveness toward her.
"How are you feeling?” Blade asked, sitting in the prairie grass, chewing on tangy dried buffalo meat.
"Fine,” Samantha replied. She blushed a little. “Actually, that's a little white lie. I'm sore, but I've never felt such a wonderful pain in my life."
Blade's dark eyes turned away from her guiltily. “I shouldn't have made love to you that last time. If I'd stopped, you wouldn't be hurting now."
"Perhaps. But I wouldn't have experienced the pleasure, either."
She bit off a small piece of jerked buffalo. Her legs were folded to the side, covered by the simple doeskin dress she had learned to appreciate for its practicality. She looked at Blade, enjoying the stark perfection of his profile, fully understanding why he was in such demand by women without regard to the color of their skin.
Memories of watching Moon taking his cock into her mouth, of seeing her writhing in passion as he pumped his finger into her body, flittered across the surface of her mind, and Samantha shivered. She was not unhappy that she had shared Blade with Moon ... but it was something she hoped would never happen again.
