He's a Native not a Savage

Their wagon followed in the trail of the caravan, sat in the front next to her new husband, was Charity. They were headed into the wild west to a business opportunity her husband had arranged. He had not been her husband by choice; her parents had traded her as part of a financial deal with this man, more than twice her age. It might have been easier to stomach if he had been handsome but he was unfortunately not and had let himself become overweight as well. His red bulbous nose and yellow teeth might have been something she could have ignored if he had redeeming qualities.

But she had yet to find any. He wasn't kind, he was almost cruel and treated her with no respect. Even when he expected her to perform her 'wifely duties' he focussed on his own pleasure and gave her none in return. Even when she asked him to touch her in ways that would be pleasing, he refused, beaten her and called her 'defective' for not being satisfied with his exceptionally short period of thrusting. Charity looked at this foul man who was her husband and realised she hated him. She was never going to love him and was going to be stuck for years bound to him, she dreaded the idea of bearing his children.

The caravan paused for some reason. She closed her eyes and made a silent prayer. To god or to whatever other forces might be at work in this distant place far from home. May she be rid of her odious husband and free to choose. As if the fates answered with an immediate sense of humour. She heard a bang and felt a splash of warm liquid hit her face. She turned to look at her husband and saw that a large chunk of his head was missing. She heard more bangs and realised. Gunshots, this is an ambush.

She dived into the back of their wagon and took cover. She heard a barrage of gunshots as the caravan guards exchanged fire with the attackers. As it continued the gunshots became less and less until they finally stopped. The air was clagged with the smoke from gunfire, she risked a peek out of the wagon to see if the guards had won or if she needed to make a run for it.

As soon as she did a hand yanked her out of the wagon, she was winded as she smacked into the ground. A scruffy scraggly man stood over her his face covered in beard and filth. He rolled her onto her stomach and bound her hands behind her back. He dragged her to her feet and marched her over to a spot where three other women had been tied up.

She looked around, everyone else was dead. It was just the remaining bandits going through the wagons looting them. They had emptied a wagon and were filling it with valuables. She and the other women had no choice but to sit and watch as they did this. One of the bandits stood over them knife drawn, ensuring obedience. The bandits eventually secured their haul. Charity and the three other women were thrown over the backs of horses and led away.

As the sun was beginning to set the bandits stopped and made camp sheltered in the trees. The eight remaining bandits erected tents, started a fire and retrieved the women from the horses and placed them on the ground, their backs resting against the wagon wheels.

The bandits stood in front of them gawking. One approached and ripped off her bonnet. Charity's long, cooper hair came pouring down. He lifted her chin moving her face side to side, examining it.

"What's yer name beautiful?" He rasped

"Charity." She answered in a flat tone. Not wanting to answer but didn't want to receive punishment for disobedience.

"Charity..." He sniggered. "... I guess I'll be doing charity later. We can all be doing charity later!"

He addressed the other bandits who laughed at the lazy, lowbrow joke.

"Will that count as our good deed for the day?" Joked another.

"I've got something I can donate... I'll leave it deep inside!" Another jeered at her.

As they all laughed, charity refused to react. She wasn't going to let them see her scared. She held onto her disgust, wearing it like armour.

Her lack of expression annoyed the bandit who had ripped off her bonnet. He wanted to see her fear, it was no fun if women just lay there like dead fish.

He pulled her away from the others and threw her on the ground.

"You puritan girls all put up a quiet chaste front. But you'll be making plenty of noise soon. You'll be moaning like a whore as we all have a go!" He derided.

Charity's visage did not crack, she steeled herself. As much as it filled her with nausea and revulsion, the idea of these men touching her, as her hands were bound this was her only means of resistance and she would deny them to her last breath.

The bandit ripped open the front of her dress. He was about to rip through her undergarments when an arrow flew through the air and pierced his throat fully. He pawed at the arrow before falling to the floor gurgling as blood poured out. Several more arrows and gunshots rained down. The bandits fired blindly, unable to tell where the enemy was, they dropped like flies as they were hit by bullets or impaled by arrows.

When the bandits were all downed. Their killers emerged from the trees, they checked all the bandits were dead. Natives, four of them. The bandit still gurgling next to her was promptly ended. An axe buried in his head and the arrow removed, the man who did it stood over and looked at her.

He was tall, densely muscled, golden brown skin, black eyes with long straight black hair, half tied back with feathers arranged in it. He had defined jaw, high cheekbones, a strong brow, set into an angular face. Despite the angry expression he wore, Charity found him handsome, beautiful. Even as he yanked his axe out of the bandit's skull.

One of the natives approached them and spoke English.

"We will not hurt you. Let us cut your bonds and we will talk. Yes?"

She and the other women nodded and consented to have the men come closer and cut their bonds. Charity rubbed her wrists once freed of the ropes and tried to pull the front of her dress back together.

Charity addressed the native who spoke.

"You have our thanks for killing the bandits, but forgive us for asking what your intentions are?"

She gestured to the other three women who were huddled together still scared.

"What are your names?" The native asked.

"That's Catherine, Torrence and Mary. I am Charity." She answered, pointing to each woman.

He nodded.

"I am Moonshadow, that's Dakotan, Ahanu..." He finally gestured to the man who had stood over her earlier. "... and that's Goshawk. We have been hunting these men for a while. They preyed on the caravans that pass through our lands. We have no quarrel with you. We will take their spoils and leave. They slaughtered your caravan, correct?"

Charity nodded.

"To leave you four alone in the wilderness... would be certain death. You are miles and miles from the nearest settlement. The landscape is wild, full of danger from man and beast alike. Even if we were to leave you horses, supplies, guns. How many of you know how to ride and shoot?"

Charity looked back at the other women. All of them shook their heads.

"I can't shoot, what do you suggest?"

Moonshadow continued.

"You could return with us to our tribe. You would have safety and shelter until we deal with white traders who can escort you back. You would have to live amongst us and respect our ways. If this is unacceptable, we understand."

Charity saw the other women reluctantly nodding. Even if they hadn't agreed she was going. Anything was better than dying out here.

"We accept your offer, Moonshadow."

"Let's go then."

The natives looted the bandits. When it came to set off, a small argument started next to the wagon between Moonshadow and Goshawk

"What's the issue?" Charity asked.

Moonshadow sighed.

"As none of you can ride, we need to share horses. Leaving no one free to drive the wagon."

"I know how to drive a wagon. I can do it. Can do it with one of the other ladies on the seat next to me. Save the two of you having to share a saddle."

Moonshadow looked at her dubiously. Which she fully clocked.

"I have been driving wagons for years. I am quite competent. If the issue is that you don't trust me... I'm sure you are capable of putting an arrow through my neck if I were to try to drive off with this."

She said this in a deadpan tone.

Goshawk smirked and chuckled. She looked at him curiously.

"Does Goshawk speak English?"

Moonshadow felt a little bit cowed at her previous comment and took a second before responding.

"He understands English, but is not a fluent speaker. If you could drive the wagon that would be helpful."

She nodded, climbed up and took the reins. She stopped trying to hold her dress together, it was futile. The three remaining women did rock, paper, scissors a couple times to decide who got the spare seat on the wagon. Mary won and took the seat. The other two women shared saddles with Dakotan and Ahanu, clearly apprehensive about being so close to 'savages' as she had heard them call them. Moonshadow signalled they were ready and they set off.

They travelled through the night. She did wonder why they insisted upon it. But when she gave it some thought, she realised they most likely wanted to be as far away from the massacred caravan with loot taken from it as possible. People would be unwilling to believe it was just salvage. As the sun rose she felt herself perking up as the light reached her eyes, while Mary sat next to her loudly snoring.

Moonshadow trotted over with his horse.

"You still okay to keep going? Not about to fall asleep?"

"I'm fine, I have a loud and irritating noise keeping me awake." She gestured to Mary. Still snoring away.

Moonshadow chuckled then trotted away. They kept going until sundown then made camp. As soon as she ate, she was ready to go to sleep. She curled up near the fire, not even bothered with a blanket. She was woken up the next morning by Catherine. Apparently she had won the rounds of rock, paper, scissors and was keen to share the wagon with her. They ate breakfast and set off. After another full day of riding, they reached the Tribe's camping ground. Next to a river, it edged a forest, with mountains not too far away.

As she pulled up with the wagon, dozens of native faces stared at her. Moonshadow and Goshawk dismounted and started to talk to members of the tribe in their language. She didn't understand a word. Eventually after a long conversation Moonshadow and Goshawk walked back over. Moonshadow encouraged the women to gather round. Mary and Torrence dismounted whilst Catherine and Charity climbed down out of the wagon.

"The tribe will shelter you all. But if you wish to share a tent that only has women in it for the sake of 'propriety'. There are only three places for that."

Mary, Catherine and Torrence all shared concerned looks with each other.

"How do we decide that?" Torrence whined.

Charity found herself rolling her eyes. These women despite recent evidence to the contrary were still convinced these people were savages.

Moonshadow now looked a bit awkward.

"The matriarch who has offered her tent to you won't take Charity."

The women looked shocked, but couldn't hide their relief that they weren't the ones left out.

"Any particular reason? Or did she just see me and feel an unexplainable hatred?"

She asked deadpan.

Goshawk chuckled.

Moonshadow delicately tried to explain.

"There are some more superstitious members of our tribe who believe that hair like yours is a sign that you are under the thrall of an evil spirit. So she won't allow you in her tent."

Charity processed this and laughed. Moonshadow was surprised by the reaction.

"There are plenty of Christians who believe something similar. It's nothing I haven't heard before. Where am I going to sleep? Out on the ground?"

Goshawk smiled and said something, clearly intending for Moonshadow to translate.

"Goshawk has offered to share his tent with you."

Charity and the other women raised their eyebrows. All sharing the same thought.

Moonshadow became flustered when he realised how the offer had come across.

"There is a spare bed mat in his tent! He is not expecting you to share his!

The other women kept their eyebrows raised. Charity giggled at Moonshadow's fluster.

"It's better than sleeping out on the ground. I accept his offer. Assuming he's the type to keep his hands to himself."

Goshawk raised an eyebrow and grinned. He said something else for Moonshadow to translate. He blushed as he said it.

"He says that's fine as long as you do the same."

Goshawk winked at her. She gave him a wry smile.

"As long as we have that sorted. I now have a place to sleep."

The three women ushered her into a huddle and started whispering.

"You can't share a roof with a man let alone a savage." Mary whispered.

"Think of your chastity!" Catherine chimed in.

"You ladies do remember I was married? That ship has sailed. Besides, if he does what you suspect it can't be as bad as bedding my husband was." Charity retorted.

"You shouldn't speak ill of the dead!" Torrence almost hissed.

"I was quite happy to speak ill of him when he was alive as well! The fact of the matter is I need a place to sleep. Do you really all think I should sleep out in the elements and risk freezing or being eaten by wolves in the night!"

They all reluctantly said no.

"Then there's nothing more to say on the matter."

Charity broke off the huddle with a smile welded onto her face.

"Goshawk, if you could show me where your tent is? I would appreciate it."

Goshawk gestured to follow, Moonshadow joined them.

Goshawk said something that made Moonshadow chuckle.

"May I ask what Goshawk said?" She asked Moonshadow.

"Ahhh... He said those ladies should be aware that our people understand more of what they're saying than they realise. And that their whispering is very loud. Yours too."

Charity felt a bit sheepish.

"Sorry about that, I hope nothing was said that caused irreparable offence."

Goshawk said something. Moonshadow did a double take. Then said something back. Goshawk spoke again. Moonshadow sighed with frustration.

"He says he's sorry to hear your husband is so bad in bed."

She felt a flush creep onto her cheeks. Before taking a deep breath.

"Not is... Was... he died in the caravan attack."

"Are you sure?" Moonshadow asked. "He might have survived?"

"When I last saw him he had a significant proportion of his head missing... I doubt it."

She shrugged. Not seeming bothered by this fact.

That seemed pretty conclusive to Moonshadow and he wasn't too keen to probe into her reaction. They soon reached Goshawk's tent. Goshawk showed her inside there was a separate bed mat as described with furs to use as blankets. Moonshadow poked his head through.

"In the morning if you come find me I'll show you to where you'll be helping with chores to help around camp. Sleep well."

He then left.

Goshawk started the fire and they made dinner. Bedding down on their respective mats once they had finished eating. They went to sleep. Charity awoke before dawn, unable to even doze, she got up. Goshawk was fully wrapped up in his furs not even stirring. The sun had not even started cresting on the horizon and no one else seemed to be up. She decided to go for a wander and explore the area near to the camp.

After investigating not too far into the treeline she found a large pond being fed into by a stream. It was clear and clean. With no one else around and sheltered by the trees, she couldn't resist the urge to bathe. It had been over a week since she had last and she could feel the grime on her skin. She removed her dress and stripped off her undergarments. Standing there in the nude feeling the breeze on her skin.

She stretched her hourglass figure, easing the tension in her long legs. She waded into the pond, up to her thighs and crouched down into the water. She rinsed off the dirt and scrubbed her skin. Delighting in the feeling of cleansing herself. She lay in the water and tipped her head back to wet her hair and clean her scalp. Closing her eyes as she massaged her fingers through it. She lay there floating for a while, enjoying the feeling of being weightless and alone.

When she opened her eyes she saw Goshawk at the edge of the pond looking at her. She shrieked in surprise and flailed her limbs desperate to cover herself, she curled up.

She yelled at him, her face flushed with embarrassment.

"How long have you been standing there!?"

He laughed, clearly amused by her flustered reaction even as his eyes kept running up and down her nude form. He smiled and placed a pile of fresh clothes next to her dirty tattered ones.

He turned around and walked away leaving her alone. She uncurled herself and waded out of the pond towards the clothes. She examined them, a dress and some leggings. They were well made and more importantly, not filthy, ripped and stained with blood. She appreciated them and put them on. Slipping her boots back on she abandoned her old clothes and walked back to the camp. People were up and milling around beginning their day. She returned to Goshawk's tent where he had breakfast cooking. He shared it with her.

"Thank you. For the clothes." She said as she ate. He smiled and nodded at her.

They finished breakfast and she went to find Moonshadow. He directed her to where the women of the tribe were tanning and stitching hides. Catherine, Mary and Torrence were there too. While the tribal women didn't bat an eye at Charity's new clothes. The others were horrified, but trying to hide it. She sat down with them and joined in the task. After Moonshadow left they quickly started whispering at her.

"You're wearing their attire!?" Mary almost hissed.

"Did he destroy your clothes?" Catherine asked with concern.

Charity quietly huffed.

"He gave me fresh ones, since my old ones were ripped and soiled by the bandits." She glared at them. "It was a thoughtful gesture. These people have been very kind to us. You should be more respectful... and be aware that more tribe members than Moonshadow understand English." Her glare sharpened at them.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Mary asked defensively.

Charity gave her a withering look.

"That you shouldn't say anything that might cause offence because you assume they won't know what you mean. It could cause problems." She said dryly.

Mary wanted to retort but clearly thought better of it when the other two women glowered at her. The message had been received and they wanted to be cautious. Mary was suitably cowed. Charity spent the rest of the day stitching with the three, barely speaking. She returned to Goshawk's tent as night started to fall. She started a fire, pondering if she should start making dinner as she waited for him to return.

He walked into the tent carrying a couple of hare. He smiled when he saw her. He made a cutting gesture at the Hare then pointed to her. Which she interpreted as 'Do you know how to prepare this'?

"I know how to skin and gut a hare, if that's what you're asking?"

He nodded and passed her one of the hare. The pair of them butchered the meat. Some was used for dinner, the rest was preserved for later. As they ate dinner Goshawk gazed at her up and down. She recognised the look in his eyes, desirous, hungry. He was clearly imagining her without clothes like he had seen that morning. Charity found herself not minding him looking at her like that, in fact she somewhat liked it. She smiled wryly at him, once he realised she had caught him looking. He grinned sheepishly, the hungry look still present in his eyes. After they finished eating and the fire died down they each slept in their bed mats for the night.

The next morning Charity awoke a bit later than the day before having slept better. As she checked outside the tent the tribe's people had started their daily activity. She looked back at Goshawk not as tightly wrapped in his furs this morning, his face looking relaxed and a little dopey as he dozed. She smiled, she found it endearing. She lit the fire and started to prepare breakfast. It caused Goshawk to stir, he roused with a bleary look in his eyes and a half smile directed at her.

He pulled off the furs and sat up, it appeared he had not worn a shirt to bed. She was treated to the sight of his bare chest, his defined muscles on display for her eyes. She liked the view and couldn't help staring. As he became more alert he noticed the direction of her gaze. He raised an eyebrow and chuckled, throwing an almost smug look her way. She blushed when she realised she had been caught staring.

They ate breakfast exchanging glances before Charity left to join the tribal women for their work. The morning went quickly but as the afternoon came by angry storm clouds brewed on the horizon. The temperature began to drop, flakes of snow fell to the ground and the wind slowly picked up. As the sun went down and night fell, a gale was howling. Snow was coming down in a flurry and the air was freezing.

When she returned back to Goshawk's tent he had already started a fire, warming himself by it as he prepared dinner. It was too small to prevent Charity from being chilled to the bone even as she huddled up to it, dinner did nothing to help warm her either. She eventually retreated under the furs of her bed mat to see if that would help. She lay under them shivering, her teeth chattering.

As she contemplated the possibility of hypothermia, her furs were pulled up and Goshawk climbed in next to her. He pulled up her dress and his shirt pressing his warm chest into her cold back. Charity, initially started and surprised by this sudden intimacy, had her question answered before she asked it.

"I help make you warm." He explained in broken English.

Charity relaxed. Appeased that he wasn't using this vulnerable moment to take advantage. She let him squeeze her in his arms and accepted the body warmth he offered. Having rousing feelings about his firm muscles touching her, his breath on her neck. As she felt the cold leave her sleep claimed her.

The next morning she awoke to the sounds of the winds still roaring and knocking the walls of the tent. Goshawk was still wrapped around her, he was nuzzled against her neck. The way the two of them were positioned meant his hips were pressed into her rear, along with what sat between them. Even if he wasn't awake, it was and she could tell it was as large as the rest of him. The thought of it and it being pushed into her was distracting. The fact he was pressed, skin to skin did not help, his hand was dangerously close to her bare breast under the furs, he could easily reach up and grasp it.

She wondered if she wanted him too? What it would lead to, was she curious to know? If he were to awaken, pull down her leggings and thrust himself inside? The idea was most alluring. She nursed this fantasy, the thought of being taken by him and found herself growing aroused. She began to grind her rear into his crotch.

The motion drew him from his rest, he quietly groaned at her movement. He said something she didn't understand as he ran his hand down her waist to her hip and grazed his lips across her neck. She moved his other hand to her breast and he didn't hesitate to squeeze and caress it. He feathered his fingers over her nipple, feeling it harden. He rolled it between his thumb and forefinger, sending tingles between Charity's legs.

He trailed his hand from her hip to the waistband of her leggings, he slipped his fingers beneath, grazing them through the copper hair above her sex. He rubbed them along her folds, slipping between, causing her to gasp. He massaged them up to the nub at the top of her sex, running them over in circles. She moaned, further grinding her rear against his crotch and unconsciously squeezed her legs together.

He growled something in her ear, then said the words in English.

"You like?"

"Yes." She breathily exhaled.

He grinned. He maintained his touch between her legs. He let go of her breast, trailing his hand down her stomach to join the other. He slipped his fingers between her folds, easing them in. He caressed her inside, his touch gentle, exploratory. He kept probing until he ran his fingers over a spot that made Charity gasp. He focussed his touch on that spot, caressing it to make her moan more. As he massaged both sensitive spots inside and out, she rocked her hips and whimpered.

She reached her hand back and touched her fingers to his cheek, running them along his jaw. He nibbled on her ear in response. She ran her other hand down his arm as his touch was sending waves of pleasure through her. She felt herself building to something, it felt wondrous. Her muscles began to quiver as she reached towards it. Her insides squeezed on his fingers as she was close. Then she fell off the metaphorical edge and groaned as she came for the first time. Ecstasy surged through her, running up her spine and through her limbs. She tensed all at once then relaxed.

Goshawk nuzzled into her neck again. He turned her torso to look at her face, pleased at her blissful face and half lidded eyes. He held her face in his hands and brought his lips to hers. He kissed her tenderly at first. When she parted her lips he gently snaked in his tongue to caress hers. As she caressed his in turn, he deepened the kiss. She ran a hand over his chest and moaned as his kiss was leaving her increasingly breathless. He broke off the kiss, nibbling on her lower lip before parting.

He pulled down his trousers past his hips and he did the same for her leggings. She felt him brush his tip against her entrance.

"Yes?" He asked, with a ravenous look in his eyes.

"Yes." She panted.

He positioned his tip, then slowly sank inside, gently easing in and out. He kept going until he had fully sheathed himself, pressing his hips against her rear. Charity relished the feeling of him inside, how deep he reached and how satisfying it felt. He had keenly watched her as he filled her, enjoying the pleasured look on her face. He rocked his hips into her, causing gentle moans. She ground her rear into him, mirroring his movements. He delectably rubbed into the sensitive spot inside he had shown her like this. It sent shivers of pleasure through her. As she lightly squeezed on him Goshawk could no longer resist the urge to pull his hips back and thrust them inside her.

He started pumping his cock, starting gently at first. He gradually increased his pace and depth, slowly becoming deeper and harder as they continued. Charity couldn't suppress her moans if she tried. She found herself trembling slightly each time his hips slapped against her rear, jolts of pleasure running through her. Goshawk was feeling something similar as he snaked a hand between her legs and started caressing her nub again, stroking it in circles. She bucked her hips at the sensation turning her pleasure into rapture. He was sending her to heaven like this. It wasn't long before her hips began to shake and she started to squeeze around him.

Encouraged, he started to slam his hips inside her. She mewled, her eyes rolled back and felt like she was submerging in bliss. Her sex spasmed around him and a storm of ecstasy devastated her senses. She squealed as all her muscles tensed at once, her insides clamped down on him, determined to milk him for his seed. He groaned as his balls tightened, feeling rapturous shocks and his muscles stiffen as he erupted his seed deep within, grunting as he finished.

They both lay there panting, relaxing in the post coital bliss. Goshawk remained sheathed inside, enjoying still having her warmth wrapped around him. Charity was reeling, she would never have thought it could feel like that. No wonder they called it sinful. After a while Goshawk finally withdrew himself from her depths. Charity rolled over to face him, he ran his fingers over her collarbone.

"You enjoy?" He asked, almost purring.

She giggled. "Yes I enjoyed it very much"

He gave a wry smile and raised an eyebrow.

"Better than Husband?"

She laughed. "So much better!"

He wore a beaming grin from ear to ear. He pulled her in for a kiss, it was tender and affectionate. He pecked her on the forehead as he finished. He pulled up her leggings and his own, then pulled down her dress and his shirt. Goshawk got up and started a fire, beginning to get breakfast sorted. Charity soon followed, she peeked her head out of the front of the tent. Snow was coming down in an aggressive flurry and the wind was hurling it horizontally. No one was walking around outside, they must have all been sheltering in their tents. She pulled her head back in resealing the flap. She went to sit by the fire near Goshawk.

"Will people be staying in their tents until the storm ends?" She asked.

Goshawk nodded. They ate breakfast and sat by the fire until it burned low. Charity made to grab wood to build it up again but Goshawk stopped her. He tried to find the words to explain.

He shook his head.

"Waste. Bed."

She grasped his meaning.

"It's better to keep warm under the furs than use up the wood?"

He nodded. He gave her a flirtatious smile.

"Me, you, share?"

Charity's lower region tightened. The possibility of spending the day in bed with him was too good to ignore and hard to resist. She nodded. She walked over to her bed mat, climbed under the furs. Giving him come hither eyes. He quickly joined her. He eased off her boots and pulled down her leggings, lifting up her dress and placing all of them to the side. She lay under him nude. He pulled off his own shirt before leaning down to kiss her. He started at her mouth, moving to her neck then down to her breast.

He clamped his lips around her nipple enthusiastically sucking, her other breast grasped in his hand. She ran her hands over his arms, delighting in the feel of his muscles. He rolled her nipple over his tongue, circling and flicking. Eventually nipping it between his teeth, causing her to gasp. He looked up at her before pulling his mouth away with a pop.

He trailed his lips down her stomach throwing the furs over his head obscuring her view. She felt his lips meet her folds and start kissing them like her mouth. He grasped his hands around her thighs as he lapped against her sex. She sighed in pleasure as he explored her with his tongue. He slid it up and down until he settled on her nub, pulling back its cover and wrapping his lips around it. He heard her moans as he started sucking on it.

She gyrated her hips into his face. His tongue on that place was far superior to his fingers, it was sending shivers through her. It felt divine, especially when he started to flick his tongue over as he sucked. She bit her lower lip as she mewled. Her pleasure was building again, she felt a tightness forming between her legs, an ache, as she felt empty. She wanted him inside her. He moved his hands from her thighs and kneaded his hands over her breasts. Tweaking her nipples between his fingers, periodically pinching them.

The tingles added to the build up between her legs. His tongue kept pushing her closer and closer to the edge as her hips started to tremble. She felt her nub begin to twitch, each time sending a small pleasing surge through her. As he felt her twitch against her tongue he sped up his flicks. She groaned, running her hands through his hair. She quickly sped towards the edge and flew off it. Shaking as joyous jolts shot up her spine. Whimpering while he kept lapping as she came down from her peak.

He pulled his mouth away and emerged from under the furs. He grazed his lips across hers, making her taste herself, before slipping his tongue between them. As their lips smacked together, he pulled his trousers past his hips. She felt him stroke himself against her entrance before he pushed himself inside, continuing until she felt the press of his hips and his weight on top of her. She moaned into his mouth, she nipped his lip as they parted. He rested his elbows either side of her shoulders, watching her face as he rocked his hips. She wrapped her hands around his waist and spread her legs wide.

He rolled his hips in large circles steadily speeding up, her moans rewarding his efforts. Charity cherished the feeling of him buried deep, his thick girth massaging her inner walls as he pushed his hips against her, causing her to quiver as they met. She studied his handsome face above her, relaxed yet focused, his eyes half lidded.

Did he feel as good as she did right now?

She moved her hands from his waist tracing her fingers across his abdominal muscles, enjoying their feel. Trailing her fingers up to his pectorals, she squeezed them, admiring how they were firm, hard and yet soft. He groaned as her palms rubbed his nipples. Seeing his reaction she smiled through her own panting breaths.

Did it feel as nice for him as it did her to have his nipples touched?

She rolled her thumbs over them, they soon became hard as she teased them. As she lightly pinched them between her thumbs and forefingers, he said something she didn't understand and bit his lower lip.

He sped up the pace of his hips, driving them into her. The intense thrusts caused her to abandon her teasing, driven to distraction. He grasped her wrists holding them to the ground above her head. He nuzzled into her neck as he increased his speed further. Slamming his hips into hers, it made her let out panting, mewling moans that she could not have held in if she tried. Her mind started to empty, the world centred his cock pistoning in and out between her legs, drilling ecstasy into her being. Her muscles were trembling, toes curling and back starting to arch. Her eyelids fluttered as her eyes rolled back.

"Goshawk!" She breathily moaned.

Just as she surged off her peak, her insides clamped around him and she basked in rapture, her body seized by it. Goshawk's own finish took him as Charity's insides demanded his seed, wrenching it from him. He tensed, a lightning bolt of ecstasy slithered up his spine and down his legs, leaving them feeling wobbly. He melted inside her, groaning and letting out a shaky breath through his teeth as his cock finished painting her depths. His muscles went slack, he released her wrists. He withdrew himself, he needed to lie down and collapsing on top of her would be rude at best. He lay himself next to her, trying to catch his breath while she did the same.

They both lay for a time exhausted and panting. Charity snuggled up to Goshawk, he offered his shoulder as a headrest and held her as they both dozed off.

When Charity awoke in the afternoon, the howling wind had stopped. Goshawk still napped next to her, she noticed he had grasped her breast in his sleep, she found it amusing. She pondered getting up and risking waking him, but he looked so peaceful it seemed a shame. It was a pointless thought as he soon roused on his own. He looked at her and stroked his fingers through her hair. She did the same to him, he pulled her into a gentle kiss. They lay there luxuriating in it.

Until they heard the front of the tent pull open and saw Torrence standing there, hand covering her mouth in shock. She soon ran away. While the furs covered their bodies there was no ambiguity about what she had caught them doing. That was a headache she was going to have to deal with later. If the storm had finished it was time to get up. She pulled her clothes in from the side and put them on under the furs, not wanting to expose her skin to the cold air.

As they left the tent, the usual tasks of the day were put on the back burner. The focus of the tribe for the remainder of the hours of daylight was clearing out the snow from around the tents and fixing the structures that had been knocked down. The work was hard going but nothing she wasn't used to. She did not see any of the pilgrim women where she was working, so had yet to receive their inevitable disapproval after Torrence told them what she saw.

Efforts continued until sundown, most of the work was done. She returned back to the tent she shared with Goshawk, keen to return and have some dinner. She started a fire, cooking dinner when Goshawk returned. He knelt down next to her and helped with dinner. Once they had eaten it approached time to consider bedding down once more. She moved her bed mat next to Goshawk's, he smiled. As she lay down he pulled her over to him holding her as they went to sleep.

Upon the next dawn she awoke held in his arms again. As much as she enjoyed being surrounded by him it was time to get up and greet the day, whatever may come of it. She got up, waking Goshawk in the process and began the usual morning routine. She went over to join the tribal women's stitching and tanning, there she saw Catherine, Mary and Torrence and they stared at her. They quickly came over to join her and spoke in hushed whispers.

"The savage forcefully violated you didn't he?" Mary almost spat.

"It was inevitable, they aren't civilised!" Catherine hissed.

Charity directed a frustrated despairing glare at Torrence.

"Is that what you told them? Or are they making their own conclusions?"

Torrence stuttered.

"W-well that must have been what he was doing... you can't have wanted to lay with a man outside of marriage."

Charity snorted with derision. Sniggering.

"Torrence, was that really what it looked like? Did I seem forced?"

A blush crept onto Torrence's cheeks.

"You... willingly lay with him? Why?"

Mary looked horrified.

"You bedded a savage?!"

Charity chuckled.

"You have seen him haven't you? Handsome, big, well built and very well built between his legs. Besides, he's been better to me than my husband ever was!"

Catherine snapped.

"You dishonour your god and your husband by behaving like a whore! Parting your legs on a whim! To a man little better than an animal!"

Charity retorted with venom.

"Don't know if you have noticed... but god seems to have no power here.

Under his name I was handed over to a brute who treated me like property more than a wife. God allowed the caravan to be slaughtered by bandits, those same bandits who then captured us.

Who would have violated all of us, starting with me. Then passed us all between them, like pieces of meat to have bites from.

Do you think our fates would have improved once they got bored of us? They would have either killed us or traded us to other men who would have treated us the same.

Yet that is not what happened, we sit here because that man... who you call 'little better than an animal' and other men of this tribe killed those bandits. They saved us and helped us, their people shelter you and feed you. But you still speak of them like so? God asks we treat all his creations with kindness and respect. It seems you have forgotten that. If I dishonour him then you do so as well!"

Catherine seethed, but could not formulate a response.

Mary also suitably shamed, but still felt the need to ask questions.

"What about when we return back to a settlement? If people believe you have been copulating with the natives you will hurt your chances of being remarried when we return. Think of the shame you will bring to your parents."

Charity wore a wry expression.

"If this shames my parents and hurts their ability to sell me off to another cruel old man... even better."

Torrence cast her eyes down as she asked.

"Is it a sin that's worth committing?"

She couldn't hide the curiosity in her voice.

"You three women have never had husbands. You don't know what it is like to have a man you find repulsive demanding you perform your wifely duties. Not to love you but to use you for his pleasure and give you nothing. I have met a man I find to be the opposite, very giving, tender. Even if it is for a short while... I wish to know it... before I am bonded to yet another terrible man. If you still begrudge me that, that's your choice."

Charity got up and left the three. She joined a group of tribal women, she spent the day listening to them talking. They even taught her to speak a few words. Her pronunciation was terrible enough that it made them laugh, but she couldn't blame them. She enjoyed their company for the day and looked forward to seeing Goshawk again later.

She returned to their tent, did the usual, lit the fire and started dinner. In came Goshawk, he walked over to her and began nuzzling her neck kissing it. She giggled as he did. He wrapped his arms around her, cuddling, smiling. She kept tending dinner even as he nibbled on her ear, chuckling at his persistence. Even as they ate he kept looking at her with hungry eyes and a mischievous smile on his face. She felt a tightness forming between her legs as she understood without words what he wanted to do after dinner. She was happy to give it to him.

After she finished her meal, she sauntered over to her bed mat and sat down atop it. She patted the spot next to her and gave him an inviting look. He came over and lowered himself next to her. As he turned his gaze to her, she ran her hand up his inner thigh ending its ascent at the point between his legs. She lightly grasped her hand around the bulge. She looked at him in his ever hungrier eyes.

"Take off your trousers." She purred.

He complied, pulling his trousers off after slipping off his moccasins. She finally saw his manhood as it sprang free, a slightly darker shade than the rest of his skin, but steadily hardening under her gaze. She feathered her fingers along his length, thoroughly investigating it. She found it fascinating, the skin so soft, yet he was so stiff underneath, warm, his quickening pulse detectable. She delicately gripped her fingers around it and began stroking them up and down. His face relaxed, his mouth opened slightly as his breathing became heavier.

She relished how such a gentle touch left a man as large as him as almost putty in her hand.

He looked at her through eyes becoming half lidded, silently begging her to increase the speed of her touch. She didn't, instead she added her other hand to her ministration. Caressing her fingers around the head of his cock while the other hand stroked along the length.

She kept the pace torturously slow, enjoying the mix of pleasure and mounting frustration, form on his face. He trembled, biting his lower lips, begging her with words she didn't understand. But she comprehended the feeling behind them, the subtle desperation in his tone. She smiled. She ceased her touch and he couldn't hide the disappointment from his face.

She stood up, removed her boots and leggings. She kneeled back down astride his lap and kissed him with both hands holding his face. He clasped his hands around her waist as he submitted to the kiss, his lips keenly seeking hers. She took one hand from his face and grasped his manhood. She lowered her hips angling him against her entrance. She was so wet and aroused that she easily sank down upon him.

They both sighed into the kiss as she fully sheathed herself around him. She pulled her lips away resting her forehead against his as she rocked her hips into him. He ran his hands down to them, to guide her movement. He rolled his hips into hers, grinding himself against her sweet spot inside. Earning mewls from her. He nibbled her neck, lightly pressing his teeth into her skin to mark it. She graduated from rocking her hips to raising them and dropping them back down upon him. She moved her hands to his shoulders for purchase, determined to drive him deep into her. The increased pace caused them both to moan. But it wasn't enough for Goshawk, he firmed his grip on her hips, helping to raise her higher and thrusted up hard as she dropped down his length. It was sending shivers through her and she found herself squeezing him, delighting each time he sank into her depths.

He took great satisfaction in her noises, her pleasured face, the way her insides squeezed and quivered as she wrapped herself deep around him. He in turn had waves of joy running through him. She reached her hand between them, sliding her fingers to the top of her sex, caressing her nub. She felt her peak fast approaching, climbing to an apex as revelled in the rapture from her nub and Goshawk driving himself deep into her. She gazed at him, mewling as she began to tremble, her toes curling. She squealed as she came, flooded with ecstasy, she slammed her hips down, her insides desperately quaked and gripped around him. Goshawk gave her sex the tribute it demanded, shooting rope after rope, rapture rushing through him like a tsunami. He groaned, finishing by pushing air through his teeth.

They both fell slack, Goshawk gave her a peck before lying back to catch his breath, pulling her with him. She lay atop him, panting, waiting for her breath to return to her, with him still nestled between her legs. He kept his arms around her, enjoying her warmth and the lingering intimacy. Charity was basking in the afterglow, feeling contentment in this moment. Towards the end of this feeling, she contemplated getting up, maybe getting under the furs to sleep.

She absent mindedly ran her hands across his chest as she decided. Savouring the feel of his firmness, when she felt something else become firm. He hardened within her again and started to roll his hips. She found no protest within her or between her legs as his movement quickly became delectable. As she rested her head on his shoulder, feeling far from energetic, the urge to lazily roll her own hips seized her. The pair of them sighing and quietly moaning as they softly merged.

No urgency, no frantic need, Just feeling the gentle sensation between them slowly growing to something greater.

She didn't know how long they had been doing this for, she completely lost track of time. Eventually she felt herself creeping towards her peak, a casual saunter towards the edge. Gently squeezing around Goshawk as he eased himself in her with every roll, moving his hand to her rear kneading them with his fingers, while the other slipped between them, grazing against her nub. Both of them were breathing heavily. She quivered as she took the last few steps off the metaphorical edge, engulfed in a warm gentle bliss spreading through her body. Her sex tightly clamped around Goshawk, he drove his hips up into her allowing himself to fully melt into her, as he spilled his seed.

The pair felt exhausted. There was no discussion warranted when Charity pulled herself off him. Goshawk scooted off the furs and pulled them back, the two of them slipping between them and resting for the night.

They awoke the next morning, they awoke to the sounds of hustle and bustle from the tribe. They must have slept in. Even in the knowledge that they really needed to get up, there was great temptation to stay under the warmth and comfort of the furs. Further engage in the activity of last night, but the duties of the day called. They begrudgingly got up and dressed. Made some breakfast and set off to where they were expected to be. Charity ran into Moonshadow on her way to the women's work area.

He smiled as he greeted her.

"Good morning Charity. I have news. We've had word that merchants will be coming by in a couple of days. They will be returning to the settlement you came from once they have traded with us. You can go back home. I have already told the other women."

Charity's stomach dropped. The thought of returning filled her with dread. The reality that she and Goshawk's time together was soon going to end felt like needles in her chest. She was not quick enough to hide her feelings as they became visible on her face and noticed by Moonshadow.

"... Thank you... for telling me... good day."

She said as she parted ways with Moonshadow. Trying to bury what she felt, it was something she was very practiced at. She kept on her way. She was in no mood to deal with the puritan women today. She felt she and they no longer spoke the same language. Whereas at least with the women of the tribe she may not have spoken the same tongue but there was no judgement, maybe even a growing kinship. She joined them for their work.

As she sat down they giggled at her. She was unsure as to what had caused them such amusement, her confusion clear on her face. The women tried to explain. One pointed towards Charity's neck, a couple of the others mimed out giving a lovebite. She soon grasped their meaning, he had nipped her neck last night and it showed. One gave her a friendly pat on the shoulder. Another spoke in broken English.

"Goshawk claim you! Lucky!"

They all giggled, it wasn't at her though, it was good natured, welcoming. It didn't help to prevent her blushing crimson though. She had fun with them for the rest of the day as they were teaching her more words. Everyone laughed as they taught her to pronounce their curse words.

By the time they had finished working she was in a far better mood. She still felt a hint of the lingering turmoil from the morning but it felt lesser. As she returned to their tent she felt disappointed that Goshawk wasn't there. She opted to go back to the pond to bathe as the number of people milling around lowered. She found her way back to it. As she was about to start stripping down, Goshawk emerged from the trees, she couldn't help the beaming smile she flashed his way. He returned the same.

"I join?" He asked. A mischievous grin on his face.

She nodded.

They both began to strip down in front of the other, eyes glued to each other's bodies. Stepping into the fresh water together, they waded up to their thighs. The couple, scrubbing and rinsing themselves, then each other. Hands running over each other quickly escalating as Goshawk pulled her in for a kiss, his hands grasping her breast and ass as his mouth connected with hers. She deepened into the kiss as she squeezed his buttocks between her fingers. They both needed to stay connected, feel each other's touch. She moved her hand around his length and commenced to stroke it, he pulled the same face as last night. A curious hint of inspiration hit her, would he like it if she sucked his tip?

She broke off the kiss lightly biting his lower lip as they parted, lowering to her knees. She looked at his eyes as she kissed his tip. He was positively brimming with excitement. She parted her lips, took him in her mouth and sucked him. He hissed air through his teeth, his eyes narrowed like a hungry wolf and his stomach muscles trembled. She kept sucking, bobbing her head along it, she could barely take more than a small distance beyond his head yet he was not expressing any complaint.

A dopey smile spread onto his face as he gazed down at her. He ran his fingers through her hair, keeping it out of her face and twisting his fingers through it. She chuckled around him, in this moment he was hers, she loved how enthusiastic he was to let her do this to him.

She wondered how long he would last until he couldn't resist the urge to spill his seed in her mouth? What would he taste like?

She ran her hand along his hip across the muscles on his stomach and up to his chest, teasing his nipple with her fingers. He audibly moaned, it was music to her ears. She stroked her free hand along his shaft, as she ran her tongue along his underside he muttered something in unfamiliar words, letting out panting moans. She sucked him harder, bobbed her head faster and his legs trembled as a result. His eyes gazed at her with desperate need.

It didn't take much longer for him to tense and moan as she felt his seed coat the back of her mouth. Even though she had known it was coming it still hit her by surprise, the bitter salty taste and especially the quantity that he had released. She pulled her mouth off him coughing. Goshawk watched his seed dribble out of her lips and was beyond aroused.

Just as she finished rinsing her face and mouth, he picked her up, grabbing her by her rear and wrapping her legs around him. He carried her to the edge of the pond and laid her down on the grass. He leaned down and kissed her before moving his face between her legs. She grew excited that he was about to return the favour. It felt wonderful last time and now she could watch him do it. He kissed her sex like a beloved he had been parted from for an age. Voraciously licking and sucking her folds.

His face told her he thought she was delicious, he was almost moaning as he tasted her.

He soon wrapped his lips around her nub, sucking and licking. He had no patience, he wanted her to moan and mewl for him. Once she gave him what he wanted as the tingles ran through her, he added his fingers to the mix. Pumping them in and out of her, against her sweet spot. She got louder, he felt her sex become sopping wet around his fingers and start squeezing them. He wanted her to come like she had just made him do, then he was going to claim her and ensure she would always remember him. She whined, rocking her hips against his fingers and tongue.

She was close, just a bit more.

She ran her fingers through his hair, grasping it in clumps. He gently nipped her nub and she shot over the edge. She groaned, her eyes rolled, back arched and clamped her thighs around Goshawk's head. He growled and he kept licking until she released him. He pulled his lips away and admired his efforts. She looked at him with half lidded eyes, her face slack and chest heaving with her legs quivering slightly.

He flipped her over onto her knees, angled himself at her nether lips and impaled her to the brim. She gasped. He groaned, almost growling. He pulled back his hips and slapped them against her ass, over and over. She let out whimpering moans. He leaned over, feathering his fingers against her throat, gently clasping it as he grazed his teeth along her shoulder. Nipping it, adding another mark to her skin. The way he was taking her, unleashed something deep with. He was fucking her like an animalistic beast, possessively, he was claiming her.

She wanted him to... to be his.

The world outside of their bodies melding together did not exist at this moment. Aside from the sounds of their breathing, her moans, his grunts and groans, their skin slapping together... it was all to be ignored. As he plundered her depths she felt her eyes roll back and her mind go blank. He kept pounding into her, she felt ecstasy with every thrust. Her finish was going to claim her soon, it was imminent. Her legs were shaking and her sex was clasping around him, desperate to hold him as he ravished her. She let out a guttural moan as she reached her apex, a storm of rapturous sensation seized her. Her body tensed and shivered.

Goshawk ran his hands across her but he did not stop his hips, he kept on slamming his cock into her. Even as she wanted to squeal from the treatment he was giving her oversensitive insides, she could not deny the pleasure it was bringing her. She felt him in her depths as they quivered around him. His own hips shaking, legs turning to jelly as irresistible delight surged through him as he bottomed out in her.

Charity felt herself rising to a higher peak than ever before, her body demanding she reach it while all she could do was whine and whimper. Goshawk nibbled on her ear and growled something as he moved his hips even faster, slipping his fingers against her nub twiddling it. She screamed, as her senses were overwhelmed, her orgasm soared through her, turning all her nerves to euphoric fire. Spasming, her internal muscles crushed around the whole length of Goshawk, his seed pulled from him like a pump to squirt its contents on inner walls. Feeling like she just sucked out his vigor and replaced it with rapturous bliss.

Her arms collapsed beneath her, the side of her face meeting the grass, while he was forced to his elbows. Both of them found getting air in and out of their lungs to be a challenge. He withdrew himself from her and lay down on the grass adjacent. She then slumped down onto her side as well. He ran his fingers along her arm, gave her a kiss on her forehead, her cheek and then her lips, he just lay there gazing at her. Charity struggled to keep her eyes open, falling asleep with a smile on her face.

She was awoken before the crack of dawn the next morning in her own bed mat, Goshawk stroking her cheek to rouse her. He spoke, sounding lamentful.

"I go hunt."

"Will you be back tonight?" She asked, still stirring awake.

He cast his eyes down. "No... days."

"Will you be back before the traders get here?" She asked with concern.

He shrugged.

That was it? A shrug? After all that had happened between them?

"Good hunting then." She buried her disappointment.

He nodded. Looking like he wanted to say something, but frustration crossed his face. He got up and left the tent. Charity lay there contemplating whether that was going to be their last interaction before she had to leave. She groggily got up, she was dressed. She realised she never actually walked back from the pond the previous night. Had Goshawk dressed her and carried her back? He had done that but he was going to leave with barely a word? She didn't understand. She got up, made herself breakfast then went to her daily tasks with the other women. As she got there the puritan women came over to talk to her. She was not keen to talk to them but chose to stay civil.

"Charity, did Moonshadow tell you? Traders are coming! We can leave in a couple of days, isn't it wonderful!" Torrence gushed.

"... I suppose." Charity answered in a subdued tone.

"I saw their hunters leave earlier, your tent mate among them. Did he give you a heartfelt goodbye? Or did he skulk off without a word? Now that he's gotten what he wanted from you." Catherine addressed her in a smarmy tone.

"He said goodbye to me this morning before he left." Charity said flatly.

"Well you've got whatever that was out of your system, we can go back to civilization soon. You'll find a new husband, a good Christian man. Hopefully that savage's seed won't have taken hold in your belly. We won't tell anyone about your 'indiscretion'."

"... Thank you... how kind." Charity continued in her flat tone.

She sat there in silence while they were in her proximity. She had no desire to be provoked with further conversation with these women. While they seemed to have moved past what she had said the other day, she wasn't interested in being their friend again. As soon as she was able, she extricated herself from their presence and joined the tribal women, preferring their company. She stayed with them until the day ended dreading the return to the empty tent. As she sat there alone making dinner, the full extent of her feelings hit her like a slap in the face. She had fallen for him, hook line and sinker. The fact that she was unlikely to see him again before she would have to leave hurt. Having to leave this place and go back 'home', to the people there just like Catherine, Mary and Torrence, worst of all another 'marriage'.

She sat there and cried.

Goshawk had set up camp for the night with Moonshadow and the other hunters. He and Moonshadow were sitting next to each other eating dinner. Goshawk let out a hefty sigh.

"What troubles you my friend?" Moonshadow asked in their native tongue.

"My mind is filled with her. She may be gone by the time we return and I couldn't say a proper goodbye to her before I left. I wasn't able to find the words..." He sighed again. "I shouldn't plague myself with this, she probably saw me as a temporary distraction until she returned with the white men."

Moonshadow pondered his words for a moment.

"You are an idiot." He said flatly. Goshawk flashed an irritated look his way.

"If you had something you wanted to say to her I would have happily translated. I drew the line at that filth you asked me to say on the day we arrived at the tribe, but something heartfelt and meaningful... certainly. Plus I don't think she sees you as a temporary distraction. When I told her about the traders coming she looked so sad. There's a good chance she might feel the same."

Goshawk felt a mix of emotions run through him.

"What do I do now?"

Moonshadow looked at him with frustration.

"Again, idiot! We get back before she leaves and you talk. I'll translate for you."

Goshawk chuckled.

"Thank you friend."

"Happy to help, you're like a brother. I think she'd fit in well with the tribe."

The duo shared a smile.

Two nights had passed since Goshawk had left and today was the day that the Traders were meant to arrive. Charity was dreading it, she didn't want to leave. While in the women's work area she sat in silence. While Catherine, Mary and Torrence were giddy with excitement, making aimless chatter between themselves. When she heard horses hooves in the distance she felt the pit fall out of her stomach. Looked like it was time. The puritan women jumped up, going to look for the merchants. Charity felt the metaphorical chains forming around her wrists. In no rush to meet her fate she remained sat down focussed on stitching. A large shadow formed over her suddenly. She looked up and Goshawk was standing there. She couldn't help the smile that formed on her face when she saw him. Moonshadow also approached.

"Are you free to talk? Goshawk has asked me to translate for him."

She nodded. Got up and followed them to a more private spot to chat.

"What did you want to talk about?" She directed at Goshawk.

Goshawk spoke, Moonshadow translated.

"Are you keen to leave?"

"No... there are reasons I would like to stay." She answered sheepishly.

"What are they?" He asked curiously.

"I like living with the tribe and..." She blushed, painfully aware Moonshadow was part of the conversation. "... I like sharing a tent with you."

He raised an eyebrow. "Just sharing a tent?"

She sighed. "It's more than that... I enjoy your company... I've missed not having it these last few days."

"I feel the same but I don't want you to just 'share my tent'. I think about you constantly and the thought of you leaving to go be with another pains me."

The blush on her cheeks intensified.

" I don't want to go and be with another. I want to stay here with you."

A large smile crept onto his face.

"Would you be my one and only? And will I be the same to you?"

"Yes I would like this life with you. You are my choice."

She wore a beaming smile at him.

He grinned back. He swept her off her feet and held her in his arms.

He spoke a long sentence at her. She turned to Moonshadow waiting for the translation only to see him blush and look slightly flustered.

"I am not translating what he just said! You want to know, learn our tongue!"

Goshawk spoke for himself.

"Me, you, tent."

She nodded with a chuckle and he carried her off.

End