After her fateful encounter with the mysterious and seductive native Grey Wolf, frontier woman Nina's life will never be there same.
Realizing she can never go back to her old town and it's dreary ways, she embarks on a journey with Grey Wolf to join his tribe and begin a new life with the man she's growing to love.
After a while, his voice, along with the movements of the horse made her grow tired. Her thighs were becoming so sore, straddling the wide berth of the animal, she simply could not continue putting up with the chafing, aching feeling. The thought of sleep felt welcoming in her mind, yet she didn’t think she would be able too, not on the back of a moving horse. She didn’t realize she’d fallen asleep against him; her vision just seemed all too real. The sun was high in the sky, and she could hear chanting in the distance. However, standing there, looking into his eyes, it was only the two of them. She had no idea where they were, or how they’d gotten there, but there was a fire in behind him, a small one. She could see shadows moving, again, the voices chanting, but she couldn’t make out what they were saying. It sounded more like singing than anything else.
He stood in the shadows at first, saying only her name, and calling out to her in a way that she’d never heard before. She let out an audible moan as she moved to him, a deep feeling inside of her wanting to go to him, one that she simply couldn’t explain. Somehow the sky had darkened and night had fallen. The fire had grown bigger, the chanting louder. When she looked at him again, coming towards her, his clothes were gone, and when she looked down at herself, her own had disappeared as well. She tried to cover herself, but as he came close enough to touch her, he pushed her hands away, smiling in her face, his eyes glowing with what appeared to be love. Her heart beat faster. She was so confused, she had no idea where she was, or how she’d gotten where they were. The last she remembered was sitting behind him on the horse.
“It is ok, Nina…” His voice seemed to be coming to her from far away, it made no sense.
She wondered if she was truly alive or if she had somehow died. But how could that be, everything feels so real. His voice is right here with me, his hands, touching me. I can’t be dreaming, and I surely can’t be dead…She began to feel fear encircling her, even though he was consoling her, telling her everything was okay. As he placed his mouth on hers, his tongue entering into her warm, wet depths, her eyes closed, and she let herself go with those most natural feelings. She leaned into him, loving the sinewy feel of the muscles rippling through his arms as her hands rested on him there. She moved them to his chest, rubbing her palms across his nipples that now stood hard and taut under her fingers.
WARNING: This 4000+ word historical erotic short story contains graphic consensual sex between a frontier woman and a native in a historical western setting.