3 comments/ 10983 views/ 1 favorites Raven and River Hawk Dream Catcher By: Satin and Lace Ariana lying lackadaisically noted with sheer boredom it was raining. No chance to walk in the park to work. She would have to take the shuttle. She was told to take time off. Paul hadn't been gone for long. Their last conversation before he faded from her forever. She had no time to play the grieving, loving sister. "Ariana this is the truth don't take time to figure it out from all angles." Peter whispered parched. "Peter, The Council of Salvage of Earth, are you certain?" Ariana questioned. Ariana knew the rule a dying patient wasn't given water, the fluid of the planet. He looked so miserable, she leaned down and allowed the moisture she had in her mouth fall into his. As he gave his life back to his heavenly Father. She held him hugging him close. They physically had to pull him out of her arms. She was an orphan without siblings. If she hadn't rose so high in the Council she could be made to work in the many work camps. She thought somebody had reached into her chest cavity and removed her heart. Peter taught her about past. About the secretive opening in the granite mountain side. The Indian Dream Catcher its powers. They had been twins they spoke without ordinary words. Peter had warned her of the danger of the council. They would stampede through the portal killing out all that was left untouched through time. Ariana could make safe journeys bring forth the information. Nobody should know the secret. She held it all in an innocent feather and beaded Indian Dream catcher. Cremation took place within the hour of death. She watched Peter's body knowing he had given her permission to leave this place. The earth hadn't aged well to many senseless wars. Stripped mines. Dust covered oil wells. No. The year 2060 was barren. Her mind racing she smoothed her suit and sat on the shuttle. Information was snaking through her mind. She was an about to make what might end up being her last trek. Looking around nobody seemed to notice or care. The Council had placed a perfect coifed, young up and comer to represent the people. The people didn't note that he hung in a vault between sightings. His name Bradley Bingham made people feel safe. Ariana quit feeling safe now for just short of a week. She would make this trek for the last time. The moon as her guide. She made it through the day without bringing anything down upon herself. She was finally at her home. She started the Ritual, with great humility. As she saw herself in her mirror she looked more like The Indian maiden she became as the cave opened for her. Ariana became Raven. Body and soul. Hurting living things wouldn't have entered her mind. Grabbing the Indian Dream catcher she escaped. Every thing was sit up where she had placed it over the past few days. She had placed her buckskin pants on the feeling was sensual. Tying the braided leather bands around her forehead her oval face with its black doe shape eyes. She allowed her knee length blackened hair to fly behind her. Parted down the center she was ethereal looking, Angelic. She wore a panther vest that barely covered her ample breast. She needed no support. Her long legs she didn't have to even hop to get upon her white stallion. She once sitting regally turned to see the outline of what she was leaving. Looked perfect to the naked eye. "Ghost rider into the speed of the night, " She whispered in his ear. The first motion Ghost rider stretched his full length, then kept it up. Ears high and back, nostrils flared for maximum breathing. The fear of traveling at night was calmed. There wasn't tree's, sparse grass, nothing to fear. Raven and Ghost was as one. Her lower body was melded into his muscular body. After a few hours she let go of the reins. Ghost didn't mind he was on the mission to save his owner. Raven stretched out her arms and threw back her head hollered towards the heaven's. "Peter I'm doing it! Almighty Maker protect the innocent." She said this with closing eyes. She felt Ghost's inertia pounding away upon the ground. She slowly untied her top to slip it off. She felt trapped, always did when she got closer to the first twelve hours of the journey. "Let's fly Ghost!" She laughed with arms outstretched the early morning hours were bringing a change. Her body was fine tuned. Disciplined to the ritual of taking care of herself. Her rose colored nipples became very taut. Her six pack abs narrowing down to a small waist. Along with a firm ass that was perfect for sex. Her thighs were firm, calves elongated to perfect shapely ankles. Raven was a virgin her face blushing she though she knew it well. She felt Ghost's gait slow down. Eyes still closed she could see in her minds eye, where they were. He stopped with grace and beauty. Raven jumped off brought out her dream catcher. Taking the yellow feather she waved it over the still six feet wheat stalks. Immediately they responded with swaying turning golden and softened. Separated, Raven took the rein of Ghost. They stepped into the opening. Ghost immediately worked his way towards the pond that sit in the middle. Raven saw it was muddier and more parched than even since the last trek. She raised a blue and white feather. Lowered her head spoke to her Spiritual Maker. Touching the water it turned blue, clear, and perfectly drinkable. Ghost nudged Raven then walked into the water whipping water all over the ground. "Ghost, Ghost you are making me wet." Raven laughed as she slipped off her clothing. Walking into the water she felt the liquid cold water cool down her sun baked skin. As it touched her between her legs she felt the sensuality of being touched. She ran and hopped from behind Ghost, landing on his back. "Run Ghost, let's run." Raven loved when they ran the surf near the edge. Her body rocked very sexually on his muscular back. She glanced down and saw her pleasure button was emerging quite nicely. They played in the surf, before Raven took note of the time. Her delicious ample melons were begging for attention. Perfectly fitting in the hand of the gifted lover her body would accept. She dressed for more colder weather, saddled Ghost. Throwing over him the Indian blanket he had worn from his first trek. Leather saddle, silver enhanced was fit for a chief. Taking the extra effort she braided her hair into two separate pony tails. She knew they stepped out the other side of the field she was going to face treacherous land ahead. The wheat field would become snarled again. The pond would become inhabitable. It was time! Raven and River Hawk Dream Catcher Pt. 02 A burr did catch upon Ghost's long tail. Raven's heart became heavy with her thoughts. Their progress was slowed down. Brush, crevices, snarling roots reached up from the ground to trip them up. Raven thought back to where she always called home. The striking differences, stark reality. No more Zoo's, to many endangered animals. A person didn't own pets, you might, if you were really careful, see a dog or cat in the MET. Yet, at one time people had them in their homes for sheer enjoyment. A middle class family made over a quarter of a million dollars annually. This afforded them a very tiny thousand foot one bedroom apartment in a triplex. Cars existed for nobody that wasn't Council. Gas was a thing of rumors. Forests were dying acres by minutes. Oceans were drying up by the gallons in a single day. The rain that did pour down, burned you. The sun was forbidden to be enjoyed. As Ariana, she saw some gruesome sights. Stubborn people willing to sit in their little five by five yards. The very wealthy stayed away from the masses. Movies stopped, Fine dining meant something they concocted to be used as meat. Trying to have a natural child was rumored to be as tough as getting into America after Homeland was placed. Children laughing wasn't heard. You worked for The Council or The Met. No buildings were more than two stories tall. The way of thinking somebody could survive a jumping out a second story window. They weren't concerned of the life saved. The not having to fire up the ovens. Nobody buried. Dating wasn't heard of for there wasn't any point. You really couldn't procreate. Not marry without a million dollars in a Council Savings Department. Or the ever loving CSD. Raven came out of her thoughts just as the low branch scraped her bear's head. She wore it she knew the snow covered mountains were coming up soon. Leaning down to Ghost rider she soothed him with an apple. His head was to busy looking for their safety. "Whoa Ghost. Here is a treat. Now eat my friend." Raven fed it to him by breaking it in half. Ghost chewed it down in two swallows. She knew he was grateful though. All though it was mid day she began to see a darkness envelope her and Ghost. Turning to look behind her she saw in the sky a blackness. As though somebody had knocked over Indigo ink bottle it spread with long tendrils. The tendrils were sheer evil Raven heard of tendrils. They would get their icy death like grip into you and then pull you down until you suffocated. Ravin jumped off Ghost, slapped him on his hip. He stormed off towards their next stop. As Raven's knee's hit the earth she almost cried out from the hardness. Lifting her arms high she prepared her request. "Spiritual Leader, I'm only one, give me the answer? Your help I beg of you its ask and Ye Shall receive. I am asking, begging you to stop this. Allow this to pass over me." Raven's eyes were beseeching the sky that was still clear enough. "Spiritual Of All show yourself to this icy tendril I beg you. Your hands can stop falling mountain ranges. Your hands can heal a baby. Your hands can reach around this ball we live on known as earth. You can stop this attack it will certainly penetrate back to time. Poisoning the past. Please from my heart the depth of my belief in you!" The sound reverberated from the mountains, streams, the heavens yet a whisper. "Raven my child take out a poisoned arrow out of the quiver. Face this tendril and in one mighty blow, hit it towards the center of it." Raven's fingers were nimble, she brought the arrow to her lips. She didn't hesitate her Salvation gave a direct order. Blowing the arch in the arrow was high, higher straight. It hit the singular icy bony looking evil finger. Instantly the black oily evil foul threw up onto the earth. Molded itself into a twisted wicked looking metamorphosis of a tree. To high to climb. To wide to get around. Petrified to hard to cut down. Raven fell prostrate laid there until she felt a cold nose. She came to smiling as Ghost came back for her. She finished her worship before she allowed Ghost to step closer. She patted his strong thick neck for he did well. Instinctively she knew not to turn around. She felt the fire heat seeing the red streaking above her head. She knew Her Maker would make this Tendril burn for eternity. Raven stood up straight backed, arm slung around Ghost's neck. Mounting him she looked at the sky watching the clouds coming in. Night was falling she was without shelter. Laying her head back raising the Dream Catcher she spoke in a native tongue. Her senses became on high alert. Listening she heard Ghost's breathing, her heart beat. Then she heard it. Her head was moving from side to side. Tune into the sound of wind whistling filtering through the huge majestic wings of the hawk. Never opening her eyes she felt the wind from its wings. It enveloped her and Ghost, Ghost started moving galloping at a slow gait at first. Speeding up the Hawk never left them. Time passed without notice Raven was taken to safety. Ghost stopped abruptly in front of a cave. Light was coming from inside a fire was burning already. Raven felt an ever so light kiss on her full mouth. Before she could open her eyes the hawk had vanished. Raven and River Hawk Dream Catcher Pt. 03 Warmth of the fire was a welcomed sight. Immediately she freed Ghost of his bridle, saddle started rubbing him down. There was some grain and corn he ate while Raven allowed her mind to travel. The days travel had gotten to her in many emotions. Being raised as a runner, was all she knew. Crossing the lines of time. Trying to capture information that the Council so eagerly wanted. Her brother had shared that the council was getting more, adamant. Something was up. Whispered in her ear just before dying to run and not come back this time. Ghost was rubbed down, full from the grains. His eyes went into sleep mode. As Raven saw to the duties she needed to prepare for the final trek. Her mind realized she had just turned twenty-one all alone. Looking at Ghost made her smile, he had been with her for a long time. Sitting by the fire she loosened her braids, standing up she bent over. Her long thick hair came cascading onto the ground. Standing back up straight her hair flew in a water fall effect of sheer beauty. Framing her face she was beautiful. Sitting back down she allowed her mind to think of the Indian Village she was going to. When the mountain closed the thunderous sound was a water fall of immense portions. It always made her and Ghost to bow their heads. The azure blue sky brings tears to her eyes. The clouds are billowy, whiter than a winters snow. The grass is emerald green, flowers shooting high, bright colors. Sprinkling their path, was white rocks as translucent as a fine pair of pearls. Normally she was met by an honorable Brave. This trip would be different she would make the journey to their land, alone. Coming over the rise she could hear the children laughing, see them running. Most of the women would be cooking or laundry in the pool of blue. Always fire burning, scents of cooking meals always made her hungry. She never knew such wealth of beauty anywhere but there. Most of them she had met. One woman was toothless but she could smoke a pipe, talk at he same time. That pipe stayed lit, and never fell out. It caused Raven to smile. So many women, so many children. The chief would be just arriving back from a hunting party. That's when he came to her mind. They called him Hawk. A minute to glance and she never forgot his sheer, rugged handsome face. Dark as molasses, brown eyes like a deer. His hair was braided but reached to his waist. His thighs were like granite. Raven jumped, she didn't know how long she had slept. Had she heard a sound? She jumped up but didn't go to see. If she had she would have seen the Hawk resting quietly at the opening. Noting her surroundings were quiet. She took some bathing items and walked into the shadow of the cave. Turning the corner she seen her own private heated pool of water. Bringing the candles she lit them all. As she finished the last flickering light, she turned and pulled her clothing off. The walls shimmered from the mineral deposits. The gold was sparkling as she slipped into the water. The water was so warm she immediately began to see her skin glisten. She sat on a natural rock laying back she saw her breasts. They were pointing straight up high, proud and high. It made her smile. Taking her hands she massaged the large melons. Instantly her nipples drew hard, she took her nimble fingers to pinch them lightly. Playing with them she felt the stirring of her love button. Dropping one hand she found it quite rigid. Brushing it a few times made her breath catch in her throat. Dropping her other hand she started massaging her lips swelling from desire. She could feel the desire building, holding back was hard like her clit. Not having been with a man she slipped one long graceful finger inside of her velvety pussy. She started moving her hips back and forth. As she played with her clit she was inserting her finger she was to tight for anymore. Closing her eyes she kept up the pleasure seeking motions. She felt a presence but didn't move. She was to deeply involved with her first of many orgasms. The water licked her breasts when it became displaced by the other person. She first felt his hot breath on her face, she sped up the motion. His body was so hard, his mouth was so wet when he kissed her full lips. She tried to open her eyes but found as usual she couldn't. He dropped his head down and took her breasts in his mouth. Pulling them taunt. Licking them all over her body became rigid. She felt the precipice coming at her. Her hips started humping up towards his body. Her scream was loud and wickedly inviting. His hot mouth traced the valley between her heaving breasts. She sensed he was happy. Feeling herself being lifted ever so lightly. She allowed her hands to fall to her side. He allowed his tongue to come to her silken triangle of downy soft hair. She felt an unbridled passion mounting. His tongue outlined her pussy, it was so hot as she felt him circle her swollen clit. Feeling his hands lift her hips up out of the water, she unabashedly came. She screamed in free falling passion. He blew on her clit then went on to taste her sweetened nectar. His tongue delved into her inner lips. Breathing harder she felt the electrical shock of his tongue. She wasn't able to raise her hands, he had her to weakened. As she slipped over the abyss again she felt recharged. As he softly rubbed her clit with his nose, she brought her minds eye to see him. That's when he drew her clit into his mouth. She felt the instant orgasm shooting out of her body. He was smiling, but never let her delicious clit out of his mouth. Her body was responding lick for screaming mind blowing lick. He sped up she felt the ultimate orgasm starting from the crown of her head. It shot through her entire body down to her beautiful shaped toes. 'Ahhhhhh yes! Yes!' she screamed out as she felt him withdraw. He always left her at this point. Laying there spent she was finally capable of opening her eyes. She saw the single feather, lovingly kissing the surface of the water floating just out of touch. She smiled he had visited her again. Raven and River Hawk Dream Catcher Pt. 04 As dawn broke Raven was stirring. Ghost was fed, prepared for the last trek. Raven took time for her worship of the God. Asking for her guidance through perilous terrain. Once she slipped on the wolf skins, tied her knee high moccasins. She brought Ghost outside into the silent, snow fallen mountain. The fresh air cut into her lungs, iced with frigid temperatures. Looking skyward she saw the heavy clouds noting they were going to let loose. This mountain was going to be a treacherous journey. Turning to the opening she lifted her dream catcher bringing out a gray feather. Sweeping over the face of the mountain her refuge went into hiding, never to be seen again. Raven knew she was burning her return. She hopped onto her stallion immediately feeling his girth between her long graceful legs. "Ghost let's run onward." She shouted. His hoofs were agile they made good timing. As the first snow started falling, Raven was in deep thought. Her loss of her whole family ran deep. Yet she wanted to live as though she would live forever. Her inner being was reaching for her future, knowing she would find it in the past. Her thoughts were jerked to the here and now with a sudden loud rumble. Looking upward she saw the first burst of snow. Showering, pelting her face with skin biting shards of sleet. Ghost was tripping on the iced over stones. His faithfulness was met with Raven leaning down. Whispering in his ear, she caused him to rally and they made a little distance. Thunderous, ear shattering deafening sounds Raven looked up to see the landslide. It was moving, gathering speed eating the surroundings. They had managed to make it to the foot of the sheer granite mountain. Feeling the sharpness of the ice, snow and hearing the wind whipping. The first snow shower almost took them down. "Ghost we got to make it to the clearing." She shouted as she gave Ghost the order. Ghost was running so his veins were bulging. His heart was pounding in his throat. The race was on. It wasn't long before she realized her impudence against nature. Lifting her face skyward she listened for the voice to guide her. "Raise the clear feather above your head. Snow will become ice making you a tunnel to escape by." The voice was but a whisper in her left ear. Immediately raising the feather the wind caught it grabbing it out of her hands. As quick as she felt it rip from them. She felt it back safely in her fist. Time to try to figure that out. She had to stay alert, sensing the dire situation. Ghost picked up speed as though he knew it was his long strides that would save them. As the first snow started to bury them, her feather touched it. Instantly turning it into a canopy of ice. Hiding them safely inside, the whole avalanche changed allowing them speed. The bitter air was transformed into a thing of ethereal beauty. On one side of her was the jagged mountain terrain. The other was a sheet of the purest ice gracing her with cover and warmth. Ghost brought her to the finish of the ice tundra. As the sun light sprayed across her angelic face. She saw an instantaneous vision splashing across the granite mountain. It was the past racing to overcome her. The council was following her, closing in on her with great speed. She knew they would destroy everything. She must get to the crevice and allow it to close. She heard the thunderous sounds of hoofs, as she felt the ground shake. She knew she couldn't make the opening in time. Looking at the picture displayed for her she bowed her head calling upon her Savior to hear her plea's. "Oh father, hear my voice. Help me! I must do something to stop this! Tell me show me how?" Raven cried out with a pounding heart. Immediately she felt the answer. She turned around seeing the funnel she had escaped from. It was standing as a testimony of her belief in Him. Kicking Ghost she turned around racing to the opening. Grabbing her dream catcher, she lifted the cardinal red feather laying it as softly as a child's kiss. Touching the ice as it would melt the ice. Trapping the council for her to make it. The last leg of her last journey. Stretching her arm she laid it on the ice. Combusting the surface in a wild fire the sound of a mighty rushing brush fire. Met her ears. Down the center of the tunnel was a vivid red fire lapping at the hardened surface. The mighty rush of melted ice deafened her ears. A gush of water slivered down the mountain. She was mesmerized by the sight, not noting the hawk was high above her. Not until the feather floated landing in Ghost's mane did she look up. Only hearing the enormous wing span as it flew towards her final destination. Raven turned Ghost racing with all his might to their appointed place. She didn't hear the screams of the council as they were crushed by the ice. Carried away down the face of the mountain. She didn't let up on Ghost she was barely going to make the opening in time. No time to be awed in all she just seen. The hawk had followed as it always did keeping her safe within its wings. At last she saw the grand opening. Leaving her breathless as she bowed her head in solum prayer. The mountain shared it's secret for her eyes to behold. Opening like a fragile, book of onion paper. Splitting itself for her. As they approached the crevice she could hear the mighty roar of the water fall. Two more full body strides and she would be safe. The hawk watched her enter the mountain silently. Effortlessly he spread his massive wings brushing the mountain closed behind her. As it slid silently closed, it took flight majestic in all its beauty. The hawk flew high and wide over the mountain, assured of Raven's safety. Raven and River Hawk Dream Catcher Pt. 05 Raven half fell, half jumped from Ghost landing upon her knee's. Bowing as to have her breasts rest on the floor of the mountain. She raised her voice in praise. She released the adrenaline coursing through her body. She sang in a native tongue inhaling and exhaling so her lungs felt like they would burst. Ghost stood still witnessing his mistress in the glorious light. Shining down only on her, the brightness caused Ghost to look away. Getting up on her bent knee's she raised her arms towards the almighty one. Lost in her worship she lost awareness of her surroundings. Raven's eyes closed, she listened for the communications. Conversing through the mind. Words were not needed, her spiritual father was speaking. She felt the tender words bathing her weary body and mind. She was told she pleased him immensely. All her senses were nourished, she slowly stood up. Looking for Ghost she found him resting his eyes. Walking towards him with long graceful strides, she pulled his face to hers. "Oh my dear friend, you did us well. You shall be so happy for your remaining days." Raven mounted him effortlessly, guiding him to the thunderous sound of the water fall. Making each step to their reality come rushing towards them. Raven was breathless with anticipation, allowing her mind to think of the pool of blue washing over her tired body. Coming to the mouth of the mountain they stopped in awe of the natural wonder of the rushing water. The light spray coming from the overflow dampened her face. She was radiantly beautiful in an ethereal way. Her flowing hair came cascading down as she loosened the braids. Framing her beauty in a moment of time. Peeling her winter clothing she had to jump down to pull off her leggings along with her moccasins. Leaving her nubile body in a skin tight leather halter, short skirt. legs that went on forever carried her with a grace. Her breasts were fighting to free themselves of the binding. Her petite waist was every man's dream, wet dream of course. Flattened stomach, rounded hips full. Velvet to the touch skin with a scent of musk. All that was her physical being, it was the tenderness of her eyes. Her eyes were never forgotten once you looked into them. The arched fullness of her bowed shape lips, begged for caressing kisses. Something she knew nothing about. She wasn't aware of the beauty of her fine tuned body. How it affected the male species. Coming down the mountain Raven could see her new home stretched before her. Hearing the village alive with life made her smile. Women were cooking, washing, children were laughing. Raven threw her long hair behind her lowering herself down to Ghost's ear. "Come on let's waste no more time. Welcome home Ghost." She whispered in his ear. He went into a flight mode making the distance melt away. Getting in the inner circle she looked towards the Chief's tent. Wondering to herself if he was around. As one woman came up to her holding onto a small male child by the hand. Raven was brought to her attention. "The men are hunting. Should be back soon." Her voice was soft. As she finished her sentence, the little boy broke loose. It wasn't until Raven and the young woman heard the thunder of hoofs. That they became aware of the little boy's plight. He was like a deer caught in headlights silently screaming as the buffalo came towards him. Like a freight train without brakes. "Lil bear my baby. My baby! Help my baby!" the young mother screamed as she ran towards the inevitable accident. Raven had taken it all in noting that nothing could save him. She withdrew the arrow from her quiver. Aiming for the heart she stretched the bow. The arrow shot out so quickly it was but a blur. Dirt was flying making it hard to see the little boy. His mother was going to try and make the buffalo change directions. Willing to throw herself as the target saving her son. Raven listened to the wind made from her arrow aiming at the animal. Hearing the arrow hit the toughened skin, Raven jumped off Ghost. When the dust died down, there was the buffalo on his front knee's. The arrow hit his heart stopping him like a train hitting a cement wall. The little boy was lying silently in his mother's arms. She was rocking his little body, kissing him. That's when Raven saw the blood from the little boy's head wound. She ran towards the mother reaching touching his crown. Raven's hand touched him so tenderly. Closing her eyes she called for her spiritual side to take over. Stroking his black hair her hand brushed the bleeding wound. Her finger traced the gash. As she went down the tear, the tear closed. The bleeding immediately ceased. The mother's tears froze on her wet face. Lil' bear's eyes opened instantly crying out. "Momma" he whispered before his mother crushed him into her breasts. The women had gathered making a circle. Gasps were heard as they watched the powerful healing. Suddenly the sound of horses made them break the circle as the chief rode majestic on his steed. In a flash of an eye he saw what could have happened. Looking at the faces his eyes fell upon Raven's closed eyes. The rest of the men went towards the dead buffalo. Ripping him apart with knives. "Raven come to my tent." Ordered Chief Eagles fly. Raven's eyes opened at the mere mention of her name. Standing up she walked towards the Chief's tent. Standing just outside the tent she stood waiting for him to acknowledge her presence. "Raven enter. You saved my firstborn grandson. I am indebted to you. My grandson Bear lost his mother at childbirth. My son has done his best. Shante doe eyes takes care of him very well for us. I have sent for my son. He will also be indebted to you." Chief Eagle fell silent, eyeing Raven. "I only did what any person would do. The child was in danger. I am pleased to be the vessel for which I were used to save him." Raven bowed to Chief Eagle. "Father, I came as quickly as I heard the news." River Hawk came racing into the tent. He almost stumbled over Raven's body. Grabbing her waist, he steady them both. Raven's body was touched as though electricity had soared to her depth. She was brought to her full height, just at his shoulders. There eyes met, instantly Raven felt the flushed feeling of knowing him. She knew she had never been formally introduced she couldn't have. His chocolate colored eyes were pulling her into his essence. His hair was braided to his waist. Fine chiseled features made him breath with a large muscular chest that heaved outward and inward.. His hands were hands of a good soul. A man with nothing to fear. Well, until he crossed paths with this beautiful creature. The chief watched these seconds and smiled River Hawk was for the first time smitten with another woman. It had been to long for his son not to be happily married. His laughter died with his wife. Watching them he knew they would bond. He wanted them together. Chief Eagle always got what he wanted. "We shall celebrate tonight. The miracle of Bear, our successful hunting trip. River Hawk take Raven around and show her new home to her." Chief said with a finality. Raven gave no reluctance as River Hawk showed her the door. Walking shoulder to shoulder he walked in long strides. Raven's long strides kept them even, as he showed her the land. Accidentally their arms brushed one another, Raven felt a gasp almost escape her lips. River Hawk found this woman intriguing. His hand held hers as they climbed the hills. Stretching his hands outwards he showed her of the land they owned. Fields of wild flowers. Fields of maize. Wheat swaying with the gentle winds. Dancing the dance of harvest close at hand. "River Hawk it's grand so beautiful." Raven said coyly. "Raven, it's yours now too. I want to give you everything you saved my son.' River Hawk said sincerely. 'Thank you, I can never repay you." He pulled her to him. He bent down to kiss her lips of cherries. She leaned into his body melting hers with him. They lingered before actually lips touching. Looking deep into one another's eyes. Willing the other to kiss first. Raven was sure River Hawk was aware of her heart pounding. She felt his body stiffen. His arms encircling her into his hard body.They stood in a moment in time, the sun setting. The breeze blowing her hair so as to cover them both. Passions igniting. Then the kiss, the passionate kiss of new lovers. Promising much pure to the touch. Intense, unpredictably gentle. Their lips burning River Hawk forced her lips to part. His tongue entered her mouth to do the dance of power, he won. As their lips parted they gently pulled one another's lips allowing them to feel the other's desires. The kiss felt like it lasted for three days. A long slow lingering, promise of passionate moments ahead of them. Raven caved into his body as he took her to a private place under a weeping willow. Nestled under it was a grassy patch. They would be out of the eyes of others. River Hawk wanted her deep from within. He sensed she was a virgin, he knew he would have to be tender. His body would have to wait for the fiery desires, as he brought her to her desires. He slowly sat down pulling her onto his body. She was trembling, anxious, wanting with passions yet never felt. River Hawk felt powerful, yet knowing his movements would be forever remembered by them both. This of course wasn't his first time. It was his first with her. He pulled her face to his, cradling it in his magnificent hands. "Raven, I want you." He declared his nostrils flaring. Raven looked away suddenly embarrassed by her own virginity. River Hawk wanted a woman. Her worries came to her mind. She bit her lip, trying to think of her answer. "River Hawk, I am ready to experience your passions." She whispered laying her head on his chest. "I will make them your passions too." Hawk said with patience belying his urgency. She sat up as she did he took his hands slipping the halter off her neck. He saw her breathing deep heaving her breasts for his hands and mouth. He slowly without a hurried motion brought the cloth away from her body. His eyes fell upon her taut full breasts, sitting perfectly centered were her silver dollar size nipples. His hands cupped them feeling their weight. They were heavy and so beautifully rounded. Taking his fingers he traced the nipples, watching them respond by hardening. The feel of a woman responding so outright caused him to savor this moment. Finally taking her breast, he lowered his lips to kiss their perfection. She moaned loudly, it made him bolder. Taking his tongue he licked the precious jewel within his mouth. He felt her shiver, enjoying the emotions she was allowing herself. Moving slowly at first one to the other he kept the assault up. Moving faster she was moving pressing her nipples deeper in his mouth. His hands dropped to her full womanly hips. She was bucking ever so lightly. Moving them in rhythm, he cupped her firm ass. She tensed, then she relaxed gracefully moving her hips onto his thigh. His attention was drawn to her hips. His fingers found her button holding the skimpy skirt onto her wide hips. Undoing it, it immediately slipped from her body. He could see her and all of her beauty. His breathing quickened, holding back the desire to throw her back and take her. He allowed his tongue to trace her abdomen, kissing each hipbone long, slow and intense. Raven felt unbridled passion surfacing. She wanted to touch him. Fumbling with his pants he helped her. Her hand touched his rigid cock. Instantly pulling away she felt embarrassed by her action. She blushed, he took her hand bringing it back to his stiff cock. "Yes, Raven you have excited me. I won't hurt you. Please, don't be afraid." His voice was strained. Her hand opened up encircling his cock. Her fingers didn't reach around its girth. She felt the hardness, noticed its flexibility somewhat. His hand stayed on hers, helping her slide from the crown of the noble head. Down to the broad base, nestled on very dark black hair. Stroking it a few times caused him to release precum. Her eyes lit up with excitement it felt so slick. Using the precious wetness she moved easily up and down. This time when she reached the base he took her hand and had her cup his balls. Moaning out Hawk took his will and kept from slamming into her precious pussy. Raven loved the sound of his erratic breathing. She wanted him to know her desires. She took his hand placing it onto her mound. His fingers lightly falling onto her lips.They were exploring the other unabashedly, without modesty. Hawk was wanting her in the worst way. His cock slipping into this dark, wet, moist hole that sent vibes throughout his body. He never failed to find that exact moment almost a spiritual experience. His fingers traced her lips allowing her body to ready itself for his impending entrance. His middle finger was circling her opening. He felt it tight, not wanting to hurt her he didn't yet slip it inside her folds of desires. She was wet. He felt her stiffen to the touch. He touched her face smiling at her. She looked him directly in his eyes, nodding for him to take her with his fingers. His head started to swim with this trust in him. Taking some of his precum, he slid his fingers back nestling into her pussy. Taking one finger he applied pressure easy but steady pressure at its opening. She tensed, he stopped. He applied more pressure, she tensed he stopped. As it was past the first knuckle she felt his finger opening her for his pleasure. Her pleasure was spreading up her spine. Her thighs slowly opened wide allowing him to know she wanted him. This emboldened his movements, he pressed deeper at last having his whole finger buried inside of her womanhood. "Mmmmm Hawk, yes please go on." Raven screamed as she felt the passions igniting. His finger moved slowly out and in, her hips moved with his finger. He took his thumb seeking out her love button. It was peeking out of its hood, the moment he grazed it she bit her lip. Using his fingers he played her well. He loved the scent of a woman who was prepared for fucking. The musk was filling his senses. Laying back he pulled her on top of him. She didn't open her legs for him. His kisses were like licking fire on her lips. His hands were owning her body pressing into her precious openings. His cock was engorged hurting him. He vowed he wouldn't hurt her. He only hoped he could keep this vow. Rolling over made her fall onto her back. She laughed at his urgency, it almost matched hers. Looking him in the eyes she opened her thighs for his ease in entering her. He got upon his hands, his forearms holding his weight off her. He without caring explored her naked body. His body slid down hers until his nose laid upon her pubic hair. Mouth watering for her taste his tongue took one long stroke of her inner lips. She screamed out taking her fist muffling the sound. His tongue determined to ready her for the ultimate fuck, entered her. Hawk noticed she was delicious. Raven noted his cock was pressing on her foot. Moving her foot she stroked his cock and balls. "Ahhhh fuck me." Hawk shouted from the burst of pleasure working it's way up his spine. Lick for lick she humped his face until she had to grab his face and tried pulling him up. She was never going to be more ready for this moment. Her desires were at the abyss of free falling passions. She wanted to share this with him. He had to take her. She waited for him. All of her dreams stopped at what was about to happen. She wanted this like nothing else in her life. He finally came slowly up her body licking and kissing simultaneously. When he was above her centered above her pussy. His eyes sought hers, the look they shared told them both this was it. She watched him lower his hips so that his cock hovered above her pussy. Instinctively she took her hand and brought his cock to her wetness. Guiding it to take her. His hips pressed into her very wet opening. His mind disconnected as he slid into her without shame. "Ahhhh, Yes!" They said insync. Her pussy opened, then tightened, grabbing him. His constant pressure opened her wider. Hips moving in rhythm they were using the other for their passions. His hips started out slow then sped up. Eventually grinding into her pussy. Her pussy opened then closed around his long stroking strides. Circling his back with her legs of grace they were locked into fucking. His face was a blend of awe, knowing this felt right. She was fighting to keep her eyes open. When the orgasm made itself known. It started at a far away distance, mounting ever so slowly to completion. His hips became driven, her legs locked around him tighter. Drawing him back in as he left her hot pussy. He looked upon her closed eyes seeing the redness spreading slowly across her cheeks. Her pussy was spasming around his fat cock. His legs and thighs were like marble. His shoulders and back were rigid with passions building. His cock couldn't get enough, trying to hold off so he could stay in her forever. He was losing the fight his body was about to explode. Raven felt his urgency building, not knowing what to expect it was the first hot splash of cum that rocked her world. Her body fed off the heat and she felt herself soar skyward. His hips moved so hard and fast when his first spurt of cum showered her inside. Hot molten lava spreading all around inside of her pussy. His head thrown back, his eyes bulging his neck stretched. His body shook and shivered from the amount of actions his hips were driving into her. Laughing, crying, he didn't stop pumping her. Seeing her face as she experienced her first shared orgasm, brought a smile a mile wide across his face. He would have to tell her this when she came back from sub space. He slowly stopped pumping, holding her close to him. He stroked her face as she floated above them both. His cock still buried in her warmth. He was reluctant to pull out. She was ethereal laying there, body flushed with passions. Wet from moving with him. Hair splayed out in waves of curls. Eyes closed, lips parted. He kissed her tenderly, he felt her respond. As he pulled away from her lips her pussy grabbed his cock surprising him with the intensity. It caused him to release the last of his white cum. She nuzzled into him, laying there without one care. Listening to their heartbeats. Sharing something that only lovers will understand. It was only after their bodies recovered did they remember the celebration ceremony. Jumping to their feet, dressing without speaking. She finished first as he turned to make their way out, she noted something in his braid. It was one beautiful sculpted feather.