Captive Travelers (18 page)

He stroked over her clit and she quivered, pressing her thighs tightly together and trapping his hand. It made it difficult to concentrate on her own mission, and her hand fell down his length to rest on his sack. Waka squirmed into his hand, encouraging him to continue to play with her clit. She cupped her hand under his balls, feeling the weight of them. A sense of power and arousal filled her while she learned his body. He was magnificent, with tight muscles and savage good looks.

And… he’s mine. I have a warrior who chose me.
The thought made her squirm against him again, as if she were trying to join their bodies. Actually, that sounded pretty good right then. Waka deserted his cock, and gently tugged on his long hair. “Soquila?”

He smiled and straddled her. Waka stared at his cock pressed against her belly and resting on her pussy. Soquila leaned down until his lips almost touched hers. “You do not need Awi?” he asked. His eyes flashed with desire.

“No, Soquila. I need you.” She spread her thighs and felt his cock seeking entrance into her warm hole, slipping along her slit, and plunging deep inside of her. She held him close, her nails digging into his shoulders, pulling him deeper inside of her. It was like no other sexual experience she had ever known. Kayla and Aubrey used to discuss their boyfriends, but she had always thought they were exaggerating. Waka sincerely thought that nothing could be as comfortable as her relationship with Jenny. Now, she was reeling through explosive feelings with a man.

His breathing became raspy, and his head turned in towards her neck. She felt his warm panting, his struggle to bring them to climax. When it happened, Waka gasped. “Oh… oh, shit. Oh god, Soquila.” Her whispers were harsh, and sounded loud enough to wake Ganali. The woman had been squirming her bottom against Waka’s thigh for several minutes, she realized.

Soquila arched back, his long hair sweeping across her sensitive nipples, thrusting as deep inside her as he could and clenching his jaw while she felt him explode. He collapsed, and Waka put her arms around him and stroked through his hair. “We will share our journey,” Waka whispered.

Ganali continued to stare at the dying fire, and she smiled. She liked Waka, and she was happy that she had found a warrior… just like she had found Tommy.

After the morning milking, Awi asked Waka, “Who is Tommy?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” They were outside in the pen, waiting while Ganali finished with the braves.

“Ganali always calls the men Tommy. It was garbled, with the ring, of course. We only figured out what she was saying yesterday. She lives such stories in her head. Today, she is on a boat with a big wheel on the back, spinning it down a big river. She says she is playing cards with Tommy. She will have to let him seduce her, if he wins. Kohana had finished, and she told him she did not believe a full house beat a stripe.”

“Straight, it’s poker, and it sounds like an old Mississippi river boat. I have no idea who Tommy is.” Waka looked into Awi’s eyes. “Did you know? Did you know that Ganali was not interested in me like that?”

Awi smiled. “There are many kinds of friendship, Waka. Ganali is a child, and she needs you. Will you turn her away?”

“Of course not. I just wish I’d figured out I was being set up to be with a man.”

“And how are things in the trainer’s teepee? Honani’s wife tells me she thinks you have things the way you want them,” Awi said.

“God, you Indians gossip more than my mom’s bridge club,” Waka laughed.

“I think, like most people, we are a little divided. Everyone supports the tribe, but the stronger women tend to stick together. You will have many friends, Waka. The spirit women, Namid and Yepa, are anxious to meet you. Even the chief’s wife, Leotie, has mentioned you. She is busy teaching Wacasa, and then they will come to see you.”

Soquila had discussed Aubrey and Kayla with her after she had asked where they were. Aubrey was with the chief’s son, and Kayla had been given a pretentious name by her warrior. He was such an outcast, though. Waka was certain that Soquila could stand proudly next to either of the men, with her guidance, naturally.

Chapter IX

For several weeks, the travelers continued to learn their position with the tribe. Wyonet lived her somewhat secluded life with her mysterious warrior, and Wacasa had only brief glimpses of their jet black hair waving on the wind while they ran along the foothills. Ahiga had not brought her back to the settlement… had not returned to the settlement himself… since he had won the raven beauty.

One afternoon, Wacasa was returning from the meadow with Leotie, and she saw Cici splashing in the water with another white woman. “That is Ganali,” Leotie told her. She lowered her voice and whispered, “She and Waka stay together with Soquila.”

Wacasa’s smile faltered. “Waka?” Naturally, she had heard of the two women who gave milk to the tribe. It had never occurred to her that Cici was one of them. Her face paled. “Oh, god.”

Leotie sensed the distress in her voice. “This should not upset you, Wacasa. Waka is proud of her revered status with our people, and the trainer has taken her as his own woman. She lives in his teepee.”

Wacasa had only heard of the women referred to with the utmost happiness and respect. It was still a strange idea for her to accept. “She’s happy?”

“Perhaps you would like to speak with her.” Leotie guided Wacasa towards the water, and the two women stopped splashing and looked up at them. Leotie smiled, and asked, “And who is Ganali today?”

Waka smiled in return and curled Ganali’s wet hair behind her ear. “She is a beautiful blue fairy, capturing the hearts of all the red gnomes in the woods.”

Ganali spun in the water, dancing. “And, Tommy, Waka. Especially Tommy. He’s going to come for me soon.”

Waka looked at her friend. Even with her blonde hair, she looked natural next to the Indian, and content. “Wacasa, is it?”

“Yes. I’ve asked about you… and Kayla.” Wacasa had been feeling guilty about being happy with her new life, and not truly giving much thought to Cici or Kayla. It was as Nashoba had assured her, but it was still good to see for herself that Cici had found her way with the tribe.

“Yes, well, I still can’t believe she took off with that savage to live in a cave… even if he did give her a name to die for,” Waka answered.

“He fought to win her,” Leotie told them. She looked around and lowered her voice. “It was all a setup, but he still had to beat Kohana. The shaman knew that raven needed to be punished, but he also knew that she was sent to help Ahiga rejoin his place with the tribe.” She glanced up to the hills. “Apparently, they are still enjoying the seclusion. The sign says that they will come back to the village.”

Wacasa had refrained from asking Leotie about Kayla. Her questions were usually answered with something along the lines of minding her own business. It was nice to know what was going on. She told Waka she would speak to her again soon, and continued toward the edge of the settlement with Leotie.

Her basket was filled with fire fuel, and as she approached Nashoba’s teepee, Yepa walked up to her and gripped her chin. Wacasa pulled back and shivered at the intense dark stare. Although her body now produced a less potent form of their aphrodisiac, she would gladly lay with Nashoba whenever he wanted to. The spirit women made her nervous, and Wacasa panicked at the thought of being subjected to the painful quills again. Namid walked up and put her hand on Wacasa’s stomach. She stared into Wacasa’s eyes, and then the spirit women walked away without speaking.

“What was that about?” Wacasa asked.

“I think it is the shaman’s second sign,” Leotie replied.

That evening after dinner in their teepee, Nashoba said, “The shaman has asked us to join him around the stone fire.” Wacasa had told him about the strange interlude between Yepa and Namid earlier, and he watched her eyes widen in fear. “I have made no complaints, so I’m sure they are not meeting to send you back through preparation,” he chuckled.

Wacasa climbed onto his lap, straddling his legs and pressing her pussy against his hard shaft. She wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled up at him. Staring into his intense dark eyes, she said, “I should hope you didn’t make any complaints.” Besides chores throughout the day, which were time consuming, it seemed her only duty was to keep her warrior sexually sated… a task Wacasa more than looked forward to.

Nashoba slid his hands up and down her sides, letting his thumbs brush over her nipples. He tilted his head and Wacasa felt his warm breath on her neck. This simple act made her nipples tighten, and she began to slowly press her pussy into his cock. “No,” he whispered, and gently pulled back. “Let’s get this over with.” He could see she was just as impatient to return to their sleeping furs.

As soon as they exited the tent, Wacasa looked over to the fire pit in front of Chief Paytah’s teepee. Leotie sat on one side of him, with Yepa and Namid beside her. The shaman was on the other side, and Nashoba sat next to him. Wacasa eyed the two spirit women suspiciously, but silently sank to the ground next to Nashoba.

The Indians spoke for a long time, clicking and yawing their strange dialect. Wacasa thought it was a bit rude, but eventually she became bored and tired, and she laid her head on Nashoba’s lap. She fell asleep while he stroked absently through her hair. Sometime later, he jostled her shoulder to wake her. Wacasa yawned and sat up. The shaman and spirit women were gone, and only Nashoba’s parents remained seated around the dying fire.

“Then, it’s settled.” Wacasa said in a slightly peeved tone.

“What is settled?” Nashoba asked.

“Whatever the hell you guys were yakking about that you didn’t want me to know. I could have just stayed in the tent.” Wacasa was not sure why she was so bothered and irritable about the Indians discussion. Unless they were speaking to her, they always spoke in their strange language. She had managed to pick up a few phrases, but the tribe was careful to adhere to the rule that only members of the tribe knew the language.

“The shaman wanted to see how you and Nashoba interact,” Leotie explained.

“We interact by me falling asleep when I’m excluded,” Wacasa snapped.

“Just the fact that you are calm enough to lay your head on my son’s leg and fall asleep, told him all that he needed to know,” Leotie answered. “I think that you are truly bothered by not belonging to the tribe so you learn true speak, and that also suggests the shaman is right.”

Wacasa looked at the ground and shook her head. She knew that she would never understand some of their customs. “Why did he need to see us together? According to everyone, some bones he has gave him a sign that I belong to Nashoba.”

“That was only for the first part of your journey,” Chief Paytah said.

Wacasa looked up with fearful eyes. “You mean… you mean I have to go to someone
else
now?” She slipped closer to Nashoba.

“No, Wacasa,” the chief answered. “There were no other signs concerning you, after the wolf’s claw. As a matter of fact, there was no individual sign for you at all. You have always been one with the Wolf. You were white, so the shaman wanted to make sure the interpretation was correct.”

Wacasa stared at him. It was the most she had ever heard the chief say, and it made absolutely no sense. “What interpretation?”

Nashoba tilted her chin, looked into her soft green eyes, and smiled. “You are to be adopted into the tribe, Wacasa, so that you can be my wife.”

“Oh… oh, wow,” Wacasa stuttered. The romantic side of her nudged, and she asked, “Do you want to marry me? Or are you just doing it because of the bone signs?”

“The signs are never wrong, Wacasa,” Nashoba answered. “And the spirit women say that you will carry my child. It makes sense for us to marry.”

“Whoa… wait a sec.” Wacasa spread her hand over her belly and stared as if she could see the new life. “I’m pregnant?”

“Not yet. You will conceive towards the end of our time in the winter settlement. That is what Yepa and Namid saw today,” Leotie smiled. “I’m so happy.”

A flood of relief surged through Wacasa. Several times when she returned from the field or gathering food, she had seen beautiful young Indian woman cornering Nashoba to speak with him. He always shrugged the encounters off when she asked about them, but in the back of her mind she could still hear his words. ‘You are neither Indian, nor white. You are mine.’ To Wacasa, it meant that she would always be his captive… and also belong to his wife, should he marry.

He lifted the flap for her when they walked back to his teepee. As soon as they were inside the tanned skin walls, she turned and rose to her toes to put her arms around his neck. “Are you sure?”

Nashoba gave her one of his rare smiles. “About my child or you?”

Wacasa punched him on the shoulder. “Me. The baby will come, regardless.”

Nashoba sat down and pulled her onto the furs. He stared into the embers of their fire. “I think, perhaps, it explains the shaman’s stone throw at my warrior ceremony. Tocho and I both received readings that showed us walking paths alone for many years. He had the claw of the Mink towards the edge, with a kernel of wheat barely touching it. I had nothing.”

Wacasa thought about this for a moment. How depressing it must have been to believe he was to spend his life alone. “There was no other sign?”

“None, until the Wolf was drawn for your journey to our world. I was not expecting to have a captive. I’m sure that Tocho, at least, could tell I was nervous that the shaman misread the casting.”

“What did the rest of that sign read?” Wacasa asked. Despite herself, she found she was intrigued and a little more trusting in the shaman’s casting, even if it was more in tune to Kayla’s beliefs.

“There is nothing for a while, and then the Mountain Lion appears during winter.” Nashoba did not understand the casting. It was supposed to be for him, but he saw Tocho in the future. The Mink was also there, but the wheat kernel was gone.

“There seems to be too many warriors for the available women within the tribe. With years to wait for travelers, it must make it difficult,” Wacasa mused.

“There is Ganali to keep the edge off while the warriors wait. The warriors are either thrown the sign of the eagle claw, letting them know their wife will be within our tribe, or they receive a sign for one of the other two tribes to the south. They have more women, and sometimes our warriors move to their tribe. This was Ahiga’s designation, though it was never a truly clear sign. It still came as a shock when the woman he chose rebuked him.”

Wacasa knew Ahiga was the warrior who had taken Kayla. Nashoba had given her a brief explanation of the raven’s position, and she listened to the story of Ahiga’s disgrace at the rendezvous, and how it had turned him into fierce warrior who preferred his isolated lifestyle. Wacasa knew Kayla well enough to understand how she must have been impressed and grateful when he fought for her. “And then, he names her Wyonet… beautiful… and I get named after a herb,” Wacasa muttered.

“What?” Nashoba murmured into her neck. His hands had been busy undressing her while she was lost in thought about her friend.

“The name Ahiga chose for her.”

Nashoba’s eyes narrowed, and he flipped Wacasa onto the soft furs while lifting her shift over her head. She lay beneath him and he crouched over her, unlacing his breeches. “Ah… but such beauty can be treacherous. I prefer your nature of blending with the flowers on the prairie,” he said, his eyes shining down at her with amusement.

Wacasa laughed and threw her arms around his neck, pulling him into a deep kiss. She felt his legs kicking off his moccasins and leggings. The warmth of his body pressed against hers. It seemed as though his skin absorbed the sun during the day, storing it up to keep her warm at night. It had been a long time since she had thought of herself as Aubrey, or anything in her old world. She was Wacasa, soon to be a Wehali Indian and a savage’s wife. The very thought of it excited her.

Nashoba placed his hands beside her face and brushed her temples with the pads of his thumbs, staring into her soft green eyes. They were half-closed, and he knew this to be a sign that she wanted him. He waited until her teeth stroked her trembling bottom lip, and lowered his head to one breast. He toyed with her nipple, stretching it with light bites while his hand worked her other breast.

“I need you,” Wacasa whispered.

Nashoba’s tongue slid lightly down her quivering belly and he combed his fingers through her golden curls. He listened to her gasp, felt her fingers grip through his hair, while her body stiffened. His thumbs spread her swollen pussy lips and he found her moist, her aroused scent filling his nostrils and causing his cock to pulse.

The first lick along her folds made her moan. It was a soft sound that seemed to fill the tent. He lapped along her slick path, plunging into her constricting passage and flicking her clit. Her thighs trembled with excitement and her head began to sway, tossing her golden hair across the soft, dark fur.

Nashoba smiled at her aroused response. They had settled into a comfortable routine where she woke him with gentle sucking tugs on his cock in the morning. After breakfast, they took time to stretch out on the furs, pleasuring each other until they were sated. The evenings were saved for Nashoba to torment his captive, until her core was soaked with orgasmic juices and she begged him to fill her, clinging to his body while the sweat from their exertions mingled between their grinding, slapping bodies.

Wacasa felt herself shiver when his teeth nipped her clit. Two fingers plunged into her clenching channel, and she tried to raise her hips to meet his hand. “Oh… oh god, Nashoba. Oh…” She pressed into his hand, gripping her fingers through his long hair until her climax left her weak. “I need you inside me.”

Nashoba rose to his knees and looked down on her. The fire emitted just enough light for him to see her body, her full breasts trembling, her pink nipples stiff, and a look of desire on her face that fueled him. He speared her in one firm thrust, filling her completely and slapping his tight balls against her. She wrapped her legs around him, spreading herself wider and drawing him inside. Her feet rested on his muscled ass, and rode the flexing tendons while he brought them to climax.