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03-11-2004, 07:39 PM
Tender Flower, Eagle’s Claw
The sun was still shining with a warm glow over the southwestern skies. Tender Flower, daughter of Ahfitche, was busy grinding grain. Ahfitche was the chief of the small Navaho village and he and the other men were still hunting and gone from the pueblo and life was moving at a slow pace. The men probably would be gone until the next day or the day after. She liked times like this because it allowed her to look at the clouds, the blue sky and the rugged mountains and dream of her pending marriage to Broken Wing.
Broken Wing was a strong, handsome warrior, well respected in the tribe for his hunting and warrior skills. Tender Flower liked to think back to the time she caught a glimpse of him bathing at the river and the wonder she felt seeing his muscular body standing there naked, knee deep in the water. He hadn’t seen her, which she was glad of, because her thoughts were of passion and of a time she hoped some day would come when she could delight in his manhood.
Her thoughts were already having an effect. She felt herself becoming warm and moist.
“Enough of this,” she thought to herself. “I’ve got to get done with my work.”
She was so pre-occupied with the grinding that she at first didn’t hear the cry of the children playing at the other end of the camp. She couldn’t see them and at first thought that it was just kids being kids … fighting and sometimes unintentionally causing a small cut or bruise.
The crying wasn’t stopping though, and she thought that mingled in with the cries of the children were what sounded like screams. She wondered out loud what was going on.
The Jicarilla Apache were fearsome raiders. Living a purely hunter-gatherer lifestyle, they didn’t grow much grain and so depended more on what they could find or steal. When game was scarce, they invariably resorted to raiding their neighbors for food and captives, especially women and children, to swell their ranks and help sustain them.
When Tender Flower looked for the source of the commotion, she was greeted with the terrible sight of a husky, painted warrior carrying a powerful axe in his hand. Before she could turn and run, the warrior grabbed her by the arm and quickly threw her to the ground. Looking up in fear, the warrior towered above her. At first his instinct to kill had shown itself in his glaring eyes, but as he realized he had caught a fair maiden, his face changed to a broad smile.
“Please,” Tender Flower pleaded, “don’t hurt me.”
The warrior stood with a quiet, yet penetrating gaze.
“Please,” Tender Flower repeated.
The warrior reached down and took her hand, “Stand up,” he commanded.
Tender Flower tried to stand, but the firm grip and yanking of the warrior virtually pulled her up and she struggled to keep her feet under her.
“Turn ‘round, Navaho woman. Eagle Claw want‘s to see.”
Slowly Tender Flower turned. She could feel the stare of Eagle Claw penetrating her clothes.
“You’ll do,” Eagle Claw said, “I’ll take you with me.”
Tender Flower knew that taking the women of a village was often done, but she tried one more time to escape that fate. “Please, Eagle Claw, a great warrior such as you would want a real woman … not a young maiden like me. Let me stay behind.”
Grabbing her, again, Eagle Claw roughly pushed her towards his waiting pony. In one quick motion he mounted his steed and using his ax as a prod, he motioned for Tender Flower to head east in the same direction as a number of other captured women and children.
There was no option, Tender Flower, with tears streaming down her cheeks began the sad walk to the Apache camp.
Night was starting to fall when the Apache raiding party reached a shaded clearing and set up camp for the night. Eagle Claw dismounted and led Tender Flower to a spot he claimed as his place for the night. Other women captured by the Apache’s were already starting fires and beginning to prepare the evening meal. Tender Flower started to move towards them when Eagle Claw stopped her. “You stay here,” he ordered. “Eagle Claw want to look at his prize. What are you called?”
“The name I was given was Tender Flower,” she sheepishly replied.
“Tender Flower good name for squaw. You have husband?”
“Not yet,” Tender Flower replied. “Broken Wing was to be my husband.”
“Broken Wing a great warrior?” Eagle Claw asked.
“Very great,” Tender Flower responded. “Very strong and very handsome.”
“More handsome than Eagle Claw?”
Tender Flower really hadn’t looked that close at Eagle Claw before, but now she looked more closely. A little taller than Broken Wing, Eagle Claw was very lean and appeared to be very muscular. His face also had good features that she hadn’t noticed because of his war paint. Unlike Broken Wing who usually wore leather pants, Eagle Claw had on only a loincloth. His legs looked strong and she could see a bulge where his manhood was located.
“Eagle Claw looks to be a fine warrior, too.” Tender Flower managed to say.
Her eyes betrayed her. “Tender Flower like Eagle Claw’s manhood?”
Embarrassed, Tender Flower, lowered her gaze.
“Why Tender Flower act shy with Eagle Claw. Does squaw not like Eagle Claw’s manhood?”
“Eagle Claw appears to be well-blessed by the Great Spirit. He must have many squaws.”
Eagle Claw laughed. “Now, stand up.”
Tender Flower stood.
“Take off dress. Let me see woman.”
Tender Flower hesitated.
“Now!” Eagle Claw ordered.
Slowly Tender Flower untied the leather laces and moved the cloth off her shoulders.
“Drop it!” Eagle Claw ordered, again.
Letting go, the dress slid down over Tender Flower’s breasts and dropped into a small pile at her feet.
She was exquisite. Her breasts were full and stood proud with two dark aureoles providing a frame for two very erect nipples. Her tummy had a marvelous, gentle curve leading to a triangular patch of dark hair.
Eagle Claw’s eyes studied her carefully. “You are very beautiful, Tender Flower.”
“Thank you,” she replied meekly.
“Come here.”
Tender Flower moved closer until she was standing just in front of Eagle Claw.
Eagle Claw took his hand and began to softly touch Tender Flower. He caressed her breasts and reached in back to massage her bottom. He had her turn around and moved up close behind her. She could feel his manhood pressing against her. His hands reached around and he had them glide over her tummy.
Without wanting to, Tender Flower groaned softly.
Eagle Claw’s right hand had reached her most sensitive spot and he seemed to know exactly how to touch her to make every inch of her skin crawl with anticipation. Her eyes were closed as waves of throbbing joy pulsated within her. She felt Eagle Claw sitting down and his hands had her turn around. Taking her hands, Eagle Claw lay down on his back and drew Tender Flower down until she was sitting on his firm chest. Letting go of her hands, he reached out and grabbed her lovely ass and began to pull her forward until her womanhood soon was within reach of his tongue. She looked at his face and could see the lust and desire in him. His excitement was affecting her as well. She marveled at the power in his eyes and she could feel herself dripping with excitement as the first touch of his tongue caused her to moan loudly and she felt herself press against him. His tongue penetrated her deeply and then retreated only to bath her throbbing clitoris with swirls of moist tenderness.
“Oh, Great Spirit,” she cried as her climax swept over her. Her breath was rapid and labored and she ground her groin deeply into Eagle Claw’s face.
She’d hardly started to come down from her high when Eagle Claw motioned for her to turn around. When she did, she could see that his manhood was rigid beneath his loincloth. She leaned forward and took her hands and shaking with excitement, untied the leather strap that held the loincloth in place. With it loosened, she had only to move the cloth to the side. She was shaking. Other than that distant look at Broken Arrow, Tender Flower had never really looked closely at a man. Now, one move of her hand is all it would take.
“Look at me,” Eagle Claw instructed firmly.
Tender Flower reached down and slowly moved the cloth to the side. Eagle Claws cock now stood proud in front of her and hesitantly she reached out and lightly touched it. As she touched it, it pulsed and jumped and at first she pulled back.
With gentle nudges from behind, Tender Flower leaned still closer, her eyes glued to the pulsing member, pre-cum literally dripping from it’s tip.
Eagle Claw coaxed her legs back causing Tender Flower to essentially lay on top of him with her face close to his cock. Meanwhile her own love tunnel was now again within reach of Eagle Claw’s tongue and in moments he was again teasing and bathing her with his oral love. His hands began to play with her bottom and he massaged and rubbed her. One finger traced her crack and lit upon a tiny, puckered bud. Moans of pleasure came over her and she found herself now rubbing and touching his manhood with relish and enthusiasm. Her lips drew close and without Eagle Claw having to say a word, she touched him and began to trace the form of his erection with her lips and tongue. As her lips reached the dripping head of his penis, they parted and she experienced her first taste of man. Her mouth moved around him and her tongue teased and played instinctively with the sensitive underside. His hips moved to her rhythm just as her groin was again pressing intently on Eagle Claw’s loving lips.
“Tender Flower,” Eagle Claw whispered through his moans of pleasure, “Soon I will erupt with the seed of life. Will you take it?”
Not being one hundred percent sure of what he was saying, she none-the-less moaned her agreement.
“Then hold me deep in you mouth,” he said and soon strong contractions flooded her with his semen. She gulped and swallowed and gulped and swallowed, but even then she could not take it all. Almost at the same moment, her own ecstasy was fullfilled as another ripping climax caused her to cry out with pleasure.
“Eagle Claw, oh, Eagle Claw.”
Eagle Claw turned Tender Flower around and brought her lips to his. Their arms held each other tightly and they could taste each other’s juices on their lips. A coyote cried in the background and around the campfire, the soft beat of drums could be heard. It was a good night. It was a very good night.
But, what would tomorrow bring?
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The sun was still shining with a warm glow over the southwestern skies. Tender Flower, daughter of Ahfitche, was busy grinding grain. Ahfitche was the chief of the small Navaho village and he and the other men were still hunting and gone from the pueblo and life was moving at a slow pace. The men probably would be gone until the next day or the day after. She liked times like this because it allowed her to look at the clouds, the blue sky and the rugged mountains and dream of her pending marriage to Broken Wing.
Broken Wing was a strong, handsome warrior, well respected in the tribe for his hunting and warrior skills. Tender Flower liked to think back to the time she caught a glimpse of him bathing at the river and the wonder she felt seeing his muscular body standing there naked, knee deep in the water. He hadn’t seen her, which she was glad of, because her thoughts were of passion and of a time she hoped some day would come when she could delight in his manhood.
Her thoughts were already having an effect. She felt herself becoming warm and moist.
“Enough of this,” she thought to herself. “I’ve got to get done with my work.”
She was so pre-occupied with the grinding that she at first didn’t hear the cry of the children playing at the other end of the camp. She couldn’t see them and at first thought that it was just kids being kids … fighting and sometimes unintentionally causing a small cut or bruise.
The crying wasn’t stopping though, and she thought that mingled in with the cries of the children were what sounded like screams. She wondered out loud what was going on.
The Jicarilla Apache were fearsome raiders. Living a purely hunter-gatherer lifestyle, they didn’t grow much grain and so depended more on what they could find or steal. When game was scarce, they invariably resorted to raiding their neighbors for food and captives, especially women and children, to swell their ranks and help sustain them.
When Tender Flower looked for the source of the commotion, she was greeted with the terrible sight of a husky, painted warrior carrying a powerful axe in his hand. Before she could turn and run, the warrior grabbed her by the arm and quickly threw her to the ground. Looking up in fear, the warrior towered above her. At first his instinct to kill had shown itself in his glaring eyes, but as he realized he had caught a fair maiden, his face changed to a broad smile.
“Please,” Tender Flower pleaded, “don’t hurt me.”
The warrior stood with a quiet, yet penetrating gaze.
“Please,” Tender Flower repeated.
The warrior reached down and took her hand, “Stand up,” he commanded.
Tender Flower tried to stand, but the firm grip and yanking of the warrior virtually pulled her up and she struggled to keep her feet under her.
“Turn ‘round, Navaho woman. Eagle Claw want‘s to see.”
Slowly Tender Flower turned. She could feel the stare of Eagle Claw penetrating her clothes.
“You’ll do,” Eagle Claw said, “I’ll take you with me.”
Tender Flower knew that taking the women of a village was often done, but she tried one more time to escape that fate. “Please, Eagle Claw, a great warrior such as you would want a real woman … not a young maiden like me. Let me stay behind.”
Grabbing her, again, Eagle Claw roughly pushed her towards his waiting pony. In one quick motion he mounted his steed and using his ax as a prod, he motioned for Tender Flower to head east in the same direction as a number of other captured women and children.
There was no option, Tender Flower, with tears streaming down her cheeks began the sad walk to the Apache camp.
Night was starting to fall when the Apache raiding party reached a shaded clearing and set up camp for the night. Eagle Claw dismounted and led Tender Flower to a spot he claimed as his place for the night. Other women captured by the Apache’s were already starting fires and beginning to prepare the evening meal. Tender Flower started to move towards them when Eagle Claw stopped her. “You stay here,” he ordered. “Eagle Claw want to look at his prize. What are you called?”
“The name I was given was Tender Flower,” she sheepishly replied.
“Tender Flower good name for squaw. You have husband?”
“Not yet,” Tender Flower replied. “Broken Wing was to be my husband.”
“Broken Wing a great warrior?” Eagle Claw asked.
“Very great,” Tender Flower responded. “Very strong and very handsome.”
“More handsome than Eagle Claw?”
Tender Flower really hadn’t looked that close at Eagle Claw before, but now she looked more closely. A little taller than Broken Wing, Eagle Claw was very lean and appeared to be very muscular. His face also had good features that she hadn’t noticed because of his war paint. Unlike Broken Wing who usually wore leather pants, Eagle Claw had on only a loincloth. His legs looked strong and she could see a bulge where his manhood was located.
“Eagle Claw looks to be a fine warrior, too.” Tender Flower managed to say.
Her eyes betrayed her. “Tender Flower like Eagle Claw’s manhood?”
Embarrassed, Tender Flower, lowered her gaze.
“Why Tender Flower act shy with Eagle Claw. Does squaw not like Eagle Claw’s manhood?”
“Eagle Claw appears to be well-blessed by the Great Spirit. He must have many squaws.”
Eagle Claw laughed. “Now, stand up.”
Tender Flower stood.
“Take off dress. Let me see woman.”
Tender Flower hesitated.
“Now!” Eagle Claw ordered.
Slowly Tender Flower untied the leather laces and moved the cloth off her shoulders.
“Drop it!” Eagle Claw ordered, again.
Letting go, the dress slid down over Tender Flower’s breasts and dropped into a small pile at her feet.
She was exquisite. Her breasts were full and stood proud with two dark aureoles providing a frame for two very erect nipples. Her tummy had a marvelous, gentle curve leading to a triangular patch of dark hair.
Eagle Claw’s eyes studied her carefully. “You are very beautiful, Tender Flower.”
“Thank you,” she replied meekly.
“Come here.”
Tender Flower moved closer until she was standing just in front of Eagle Claw.
Eagle Claw took his hand and began to softly touch Tender Flower. He caressed her breasts and reached in back to massage her bottom. He had her turn around and moved up close behind her. She could feel his manhood pressing against her. His hands reached around and he had them glide over her tummy.
Without wanting to, Tender Flower groaned softly.
Eagle Claw’s right hand had reached her most sensitive spot and he seemed to know exactly how to touch her to make every inch of her skin crawl with anticipation. Her eyes were closed as waves of throbbing joy pulsated within her. She felt Eagle Claw sitting down and his hands had her turn around. Taking her hands, Eagle Claw lay down on his back and drew Tender Flower down until she was sitting on his firm chest. Letting go of her hands, he reached out and grabbed her lovely ass and began to pull her forward until her womanhood soon was within reach of his tongue. She looked at his face and could see the lust and desire in him. His excitement was affecting her as well. She marveled at the power in his eyes and she could feel herself dripping with excitement as the first touch of his tongue caused her to moan loudly and she felt herself press against him. His tongue penetrated her deeply and then retreated only to bath her throbbing clitoris with swirls of moist tenderness.
“Oh, Great Spirit,” she cried as her climax swept over her. Her breath was rapid and labored and she ground her groin deeply into Eagle Claw’s face.
She’d hardly started to come down from her high when Eagle Claw motioned for her to turn around. When she did, she could see that his manhood was rigid beneath his loincloth. She leaned forward and took her hands and shaking with excitement, untied the leather strap that held the loincloth in place. With it loosened, she had only to move the cloth to the side. She was shaking. Other than that distant look at Broken Arrow, Tender Flower had never really looked closely at a man. Now, one move of her hand is all it would take.
“Look at me,” Eagle Claw instructed firmly.
Tender Flower reached down and slowly moved the cloth to the side. Eagle Claws cock now stood proud in front of her and hesitantly she reached out and lightly touched it. As she touched it, it pulsed and jumped and at first she pulled back.
With gentle nudges from behind, Tender Flower leaned still closer, her eyes glued to the pulsing member, pre-cum literally dripping from it’s tip.
Eagle Claw coaxed her legs back causing Tender Flower to essentially lay on top of him with her face close to his cock. Meanwhile her own love tunnel was now again within reach of Eagle Claw’s tongue and in moments he was again teasing and bathing her with his oral love. His hands began to play with her bottom and he massaged and rubbed her. One finger traced her crack and lit upon a tiny, puckered bud. Moans of pleasure came over her and she found herself now rubbing and touching his manhood with relish and enthusiasm. Her lips drew close and without Eagle Claw having to say a word, she touched him and began to trace the form of his erection with her lips and tongue. As her lips reached the dripping head of his penis, they parted and she experienced her first taste of man. Her mouth moved around him and her tongue teased and played instinctively with the sensitive underside. His hips moved to her rhythm just as her groin was again pressing intently on Eagle Claw’s loving lips.
“Tender Flower,” Eagle Claw whispered through his moans of pleasure, “Soon I will erupt with the seed of life. Will you take it?”
Not being one hundred percent sure of what he was saying, she none-the-less moaned her agreement.
“Then hold me deep in you mouth,” he said and soon strong contractions flooded her with his semen. She gulped and swallowed and gulped and swallowed, but even then she could not take it all. Almost at the same moment, her own ecstasy was fullfilled as another ripping climax caused her to cry out with pleasure.
“Eagle Claw, oh, Eagle Claw.”
Eagle Claw turned Tender Flower around and brought her lips to his. Their arms held each other tightly and they could taste each other’s juices on their lips. A coyote cried in the background and around the campfire, the soft beat of drums could be heard. It was a good night. It was a very good night.
But, what would tomorrow bring?
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