PrefaceI've been on this huge photography kick lately. Not only am I taking pics to accompany RP, I'm also taking them just for the sheer fun of it. I'm also teaching myself how to edit and use the lighting within SL, so its just been all-around creative fun.
On this day I had been taking solo shots of Alesh dressed as a Native American since she looks so much like one to me. Plus her name is Native American for 'she plays all the time' or 'she always plays,' depending on where you look it up, so I found it fitting. I'd also purchased native garb for Zuriel to role play with some day (I should have bought him some better hair, though; the wig that came with the costume is just yuck). That day had arrived, apparently, once he saw how beautiful Alesh looked. We first did a photo shoot together, then as we were wrapping up we sort of just...fell into RP. Because of the weird transition, I've left the pre-RP chat in the story (yeah, it's another one of those odd beginnings). In this story, Zuriel refers to himself as the 'white red man' because of the facial hair on his avatar's skin.
See the full photo shoot at The Natives Are Restless
See the solo pics of Alesh at Native Aleshanee
The Natives are Restless
Zuriel: Yeah, I think that's a grand number...lol
Alesh: Thank you for humoring me with them.
Zuriel winked. "Not a problem. And look...you got naked without me having to tear your clothes off..."
Alesh smirked. "Careful. I do have a bow and a hatchet somewhere... Oh shit, I lost them in the woods. Hmm..."
Zuriel: Mmhmm right now I'm the one who is armed...hehe
Zuriel grinned. "And you are nothing but the hot little Indian girl, naked, and alone with the white red man."
Alesh looked down demurely, blushing. "I am naked, sir, because I was brutally attacked in the woods. Now that I found you, I was hoping that you would help me, not take advantage of a distressed woman in need."
Zuriel licked his lips, tugging that body a little closer just to feel her against him. "Oh, I am guessing that some wicked man attacked you in the woods and left you for me to find, eh?" He smiled knowingly, running his fingers her through raven hair. "Besides, you know as well as I do, Indians trade. Just remember, deals are between equals and the thing you are looking for is called 'terms.'"
Alesh shook her head, her eyes focusing on the pond behind him in her confusion. "I know not what you speak of. Why would anyone leave me for you to find? I barely escaped with my life, lost my weapons, lost my..." She blushed and went to cover herself as she remembered her nudity, but stopped when she realized just how close against his own body he had pulled her so that she had no room to cover anything of herself. "Are you saying that you traded something with these men to leave me for you?" Her eyes widened in stunned disbelief as the idea came to her, that he would be so cruel.
Zuriel grinned looking right into her eyes. The stunned expression was priceless but she was in no way right in her guess. "I am very capable of hunting my own fun, even when it comes to lost loveliness in the forest." Strong hands held her close; he was not about to let her go after she brazenly wandered so close to him. She was caught, but now he had to figure out what to do with her despite his desires screaming at him to savor her like a fine piece of venison.
Zuriel stared long and hard at her face, making sure she saw his silvered eyes staring back at her. "You also know the laws of our tribe, do you not?" Suddenly his hand lurched up to grab dark locks of hair tightly. His other moved to the antler horn-handled bowie knife at his belt and he drew the blade in a quick jerk to rest right against the crook of her throat. "If it was left in the forest or the plains, any man may lay claim to the prize." Slowly he slipped down to his feet, keeping the sharp blade at the ready so that he could guide her steps beyond the rocks, strolling her right through the leaves towards his cache of furs laying out already. Apparently he had been hunting these woods a few days, but instead of deer, he found her--already skinned and bare with her succulent parts exposed. "I think I'll lay claim where those other men failed..."
Alesh's eyes went wide but she held his gaze steadily, even with the blade of the knife held under her chin. She was not afraid--not of this man. Alesh had fought the others. She would fight him, too. But now was not the time--not when he had her at a disadvantage. And if she couldn't fight now, then she wold get her revenge later. That thought kept her strong...kept her pride in tact...kept her resolve together. She silently followed him to the furs set a distance away, her head held high and her back straight. Still, when they stopped, she looked to dissuade him with wisdom over force, "I am no prize. I am a huntress. One that was out numbered and over powered--caught at a disadvantage. I sought help and only found more harm. Would you lower yourself to these common creatures that you would take me, as well? Were you not taught better by your fathers and their fathers before them?"
Zuriel dropped his bow before making it to the fur pile, listening to her words. And, yes, they did sting, but he was also a wily one. He lifted her chin with the blade and stole a look right back into her eyes, "My elders taught me the best way to catch a lioness was to first bait her with comfort." With no weapons of her own she was severely at a disadvantage, and since she had nothing but her wits and strength, it was only fair for him to lose his weapons, as well. He pulled his knife away from her throat and flicked it with a thunk into a tree trunk well away from the furs, then he turned on her fully, pushing her down to the soft bedding as he crawled over her frame. Instead of violating her, his hand caressed, stroking her belly, laying his chest against hers before he spoke. "They also taught me it is better to make the mountain lioness fall in love with you before her claws and teeth find your throat in your sleep."
Alesh trusted this man less and less. His tongue was sharp and he spoke like it was coated in honey, and that made her nervous. She did breathe a silent sigh of relief when his blade was pulled away from her throat and slung into a nearby tree, but she still did not move. Only her eyes searched, watching him move, watching him pace before her as he spoke. 'Now!' her mind screamed at her, 'Now is the time to make your move! He has no weapon. You are free of his grasp. Run while you can!' Alesh stood her ground, even as he stepped in close to grab her shoulders and press her back onto the ground. There was no logic to it, no explanation as to why she stayed, but she did not fight him as he crawled over her body, pinning her to the soft furs under her back. Her eyes looked deep into his, their gaze wavering, and she stated, "A lioness is wild. Despite her love, she will still tear your throat out if you threaten to harm her." Her hands slipped up between their bodies, palms flat against his broad chest as though to ward him off, yet one leg slipped up over his, contradicting her resistance.
Alesh was no kitten. She did not scamper and play and attack every ball of fluff that blew past on a breath of wind. She lay in wait, watching, waiting for her opportunity, silently assessing her situation...debating if it was worth the fight, after all. Alesh rose to sitting as he slipped from her body to sit beside her, only her eyes inching to the side, keeping him in her vision. A slight smirk spread on her lips as he prattled on, his words amusing her if not winning her over. "Is that what you've done? Gotten my attention? Hmfph. You have a strange way of seeking it, chieftain. You would have better curried favor by bringing me a freshly killed deer or some silver bartered from the locals in town." Finally she turned, her head dipping at the feel of his hand on her bare skin to watch his movements. Alesh hadn't even realized just how chilled she'd gotten in the cool air until the warmth of his hand slipped over her breasts to her belly, making her muscles jump and quiver under his touch. Tilting her head to the side, she peered at him as though conveying surprise and amusement at his boldness, but then her look returned to his hand, watching it slip between her thighs to simply tease her more. Alesh could no longer deny that--despite her mocking words--this man did, indeed, have her attention. Sucking in a breath of air through her nostrils, Alesh's head rose and fell back in an arch and her hips suddenly lurched from the furs from the teasing graze of his nails over her inner thigh.
Alesh's mouth parted even wider as she gasped in another breath, the feel of his fingers stroking over her nether lips sparking sensations in her belly like the feel of hawks taking flight. Alesh started panting, her arm slipping around his strong shoulder to keep herself upright to speak to him between panted breaths, "Paltry gifts? And... Ahhh... And what gifts bring you, instead, other than... Mmm... implied threats and violence?" She was still mocking him, still proving a point that this was unsolicited, though she was most certainly not going to tell him that it was welcomed. But her body told him that without her having to speak. Her nipple puckered to his touch, growing hard and firm, and she bit her lip to hold back the cry it drew. Instead, she let fourth a breath of air that burst from her lungs and spoke again, "The splendor before you would be your gift. Are you so full of greed you would think to curry my favor by giving gifts to yourself?" Alesh smirked again at her own wit before his fingers emboldened and dipped right between her pink folds, stroking over her swelling clit to make her jump again in his arms, the cry she'd held back before now slipping fully from her lips. "Ahhh!"
Alesh's legs slipped out fully over the furs, the soft hairs brushing against her ass as he lowered her back to the ground. The new position allowed the huntress to spread her legs wider, letting the big chieftain rub his palm over her lips and clit while his fingers spread her open to press inside her entrance. As he settled beside her, his lips and chin teasing over her breast to suckle at her rosy nipple, her hand slipped from his shoulder to his head, holding him there even as she argued her case, her actions still contradicting her words, "The lioness had a knife to her throat. Would you expect her to keep her tail between her legs? Or to lift it as she waited for her opportunity to strike?" A bluff, surly, yet Alesh still felt the need to keep up appearances. A huntress does not just lie down and spread her legs for any man. And yet here she was, writhing on the end of this man's fingers, her honey spilling for him like a broken hive. "If I am a gift to you, then may the spirits be pleased and bring blessings upon the tribe for my sacrifice." Alesh's hip jerked as his fingers stroked boldly over her clit again and her fingers laced in his hair, her arm heedlessly smashing the feathers of his headdress. "NNgghh..."
Alesh seemed to feel they were speaking different languages, or perhaps he was using that honey-coated tongue to do more than tease her nipple. He was twisting her scenario around to make it seem as though she was offering herself up as a gift to him. Alesh smiled, deciding it was not worth the effort or energy to continue debating. Her energy was far better used in focusing on the sensations his mouth and hand were stirring inside of her. Yes, she had been with a man before. She'd had a mate and he had died in battle. She had loved him very much, but he had never made her feel quite like this; it was always over almost before it began. And yet the chieftain had hardly started and already she felt the fire blazing in her veins. Alesh's legs shifted restlessly on the furs, her feet pushing against them, then her toes curled as her hips lifted to meet his gliding fingers. The thick digits pressed in and apart, spreading her open to the woodland air making her gasp and cry out again. Never had anyone taking the time to make it feel good for her before and she couldn't stop herself from begging for more. "Yess... If I am your gift, then please use me to my fullest. Touch me, taste me, explore me. Do as you please to bring yourself joy." Alesh's thighs closed around his arm, trapping it there and she lifted to hump her hips, driving his fingers in deeper with short, quick jerks, then they splayed open wide again to let him toy with her at his leisure.
Zuriel panted at the first intake of his head between her lips...only a tease before she held her mouth just under the crest of his head. The scent of him so close filled her nostrils even as she toyed with him a little. Clutching the base of his cock in her tight fingers gave her ample time to feel full heavy balls against the crook of her other fingers that were laid over him in a firm tuck of his nuts in the rest of her hand. Her moans sent waves of pleasure rushing through him. Teasing of his cock just following the way she'd moaned when he'd licked her to orgasm was driving him crazy, and now with his cock in her mouth there was no mistaking the hot dribble from his tip. The taste of his essence flowed over her tongue...but just a hint, even if her hand clutching the base of his shaft squeezed to make another drop well from his cock slit. His hands lifted, flexed, and slapped the furs underneath their bodies, almost like he wanted to grab her head, but he grit his teeth to force himself to take every delicious suckle of her mouth bobbing hungrily down his dick. He couldn't even form a quirky remark from her claim of wanting to only eat wolf from then on. The words she spoke only brought a long groan from him when she started sucking him hard and deep. "By the spirits... Uhhh!" His thighs tensed and she knew he was fighting not to just take her right then and there, not wanting the spell of her mouth to end too quickly, but just as his tongue had brought her to quick release, she felt her lips making that shaft plump up to slide nice and tight between her soft lips. "Huntress... By the gods...Hnnn!"
Zuriel could not stop his hands from jumping to her raven hair. Hard inhales of breath escaped his parted lips and she caught the sight of his mouth wide open. Were his teeth bigger than normal..? It was hard to tell, especially when he was shaking all over the place like he was trying to fight her off his cock. It was half-hearted, but she knew he was almost trying to get away despite the panting breaths rushing from his parted lips, despite his moaning out to the woodland air. He barely managed to ease his hand under her finger's hold to squeeze his dick, trying to do something--anything--to not just erupt in a torrent of juicy heat. Even though he had used his blade to get her on the furs initially, with her mouth sucking his cock like this, the power of the moment changed hands just a bit. She knew right now she had him at her mercy and the thought both terrified and thrilled him so damn much that he was shivering under the pull and purse of her smooth lips sucking him down. "S-sstop! Hold.. Nngaahh... H-hold on, huntress... Wait... N-not so... Gods!" She felt his fingers tighten in a near futile attempt to hold back longer, to stave off the rising tide boiling in his balls because he still wanted to take her body--he wanted to be inside her fully, not just in her mouth. She'd tasted too good to pass up on getting his wolven length inside her pussy, but here she was sucking him off to the edge of lustful oblivion and his fingers were hardly helping him hold it down much longer. "Sssssssstoooopaaaahh...!!!"
Zuriel didn't want her to truly stop. All he was hoping for was a bit longer than her soft sucking lips would allow, but his lioness was pushing him right off the edge without any way to stop himself from falling. That was what brought him calling out for her to halt just for a damn second or two, but she knew just what she wanted. The heat of him on her tongue was growing, so when her hand drifted under his balls, his own fingers unlatched from his shaft and slapped hard to the furs, nails digging in to hold on to the bedding like he was about to fall off the face of the earth and her mouth was making his head spin. His own mouth was yelling 'wait' but she didn't hesitate, she didn't even slow down, and her murmurs around his swollen shaft along with mixed moans and vibrations sent him reeling. Silently he prayed to the spirits in his head to give him strength, because he fully intended to break her little honey pot, but right now all he could do was roar out, nearly howling to the forest in an echo that carried a good distance on the wind. That dick exploded like Yellowstone--a hot spring of cum rushing inside her mouth so voluminously that her tongue was soon floating in the wolf's cream coating her mouth. The back of his mind was fogged, but then the sight of her lips on him started to come back into focus as he regained some of his composure and inhaled hard and shallow to get his brain to try and function. His mind was addled completely and in but a few minutes, just like he had done to his huntress, she now had him writhing, bucking, and grinding between her lips to give her every drop she sucked out of his cock. "Nnnnmmmh..."