1. Resisting Fate - Part One of Three


    Date: 8/6/2015, Categories: Historical, Author: Poppet, Rating: 49, Source: LushStories

    second, I didn't care. I reached out and pulled him into me, our naked bodies pressing together with my mouth covering his. My tongue sought comfort with his. He had no resistance and his hands moved down to my hips, squeezing them tightly and pushing his body into mine. He groaned hotly into our kiss and I did not need to know his language to understand he was as drawn to me as much as I was to him. I felt the growing stir low in my belly, a feeling so hungry it burned. I whimpered out, my tongue darting into his mouth as he did the same with mine. Cupping my bottom, he lifted me as I wrapped my legs around his middle. He pressed against me hard and his hands pulled my hair down, releasing it from the knot I had it bundled in. With a feral groan, he broke our kiss and moved down to my neck, kissing with a desire that matched my own. It was then I felt the hardness of his manhood pressing against me. It felt hot and rampant and the idea that he was so close made me shiver in trepidation, I had never seen a man's organ before and it felt somehow threatening to me. In that moment, my want for him warred with my fear of something I'd never seen. In that moment of conflict, I was able to shake my head clear. I couldn't go further with him. I may have been a widow, and no longer home in France, but I couldn't throw away all my beliefs. Sex between two people should be within the vows of marriage. But did any of that truly matter anymore? It was enough to cause doubt, and I pulled ...
    away from Red Elk. I moved towards the bank where I left my clothing. Feeling tears welling up in my eyes, I gathered them up, not bothering to dress as I ran back towards our camp. Hot tears burned in my eyes as I returned to our fire. Could I truly love him already? That and so many questions raced through my mind. Worse still, I couldn't ask him anything because we didn't speak the same language. Anger at the lack of communication filled me. I wanted nothing more than to talk to him, to understand him. Burying my face into my makeshift pillow, I continued to cry. I was only left alone for a few minutes, when I heard a twig snap. Knowing Red Elk had followed, I felt horrible for leaving him like I did, but I couldn't even apologize to him. He must have thought I was crazy. *** For a moment, my heart was light and sang like the wind as I held Elsie in my arms. I felt a hunger and a need to have her, and to be there for her. It was like I had been filled with a storm and it was carrying me away in its fury. Then, her eyes filled with doubt. I could see it was not fear of me, but a conflict in her heart that caused her to run. It seems that all women are similar in some ways. White or red, they must feel a need to be reassured that they are not simply being used. Elsie had that doubt, but how could I explain? My heart ached and my spirit cried out as she fled, still naked toward the camp. I raised my eyes toward the sky, hoping for some sign as to how I could undo what I had ...