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Taming The Tomboy

Please bear with the story. I just finish this around 1am. There will be grammer mistakes. Other than that, nothing else, maybe a word or two missing.

Location, USA, Texas.

Time frame is during the late Wild West Times when relations between native Indians and Americans are less strained, but improving little by little. This is also the time when railway lines are being built.

My name is Tory. I am a high school student at St. Mary's School for Erudite Ladies. WAS a student. I can't go back to my home back in Texas.

Now, you know my name. And my gender.

I just don't know what to say. But I won't lie I don't like what I did. I never fit in in that school much. Even if we are all girls and what not.

I guess I can say I am way ahead of the others in my class in some sort of way. I am just a 14 year old red panda from a well off family doing business in the buffalo industry. Small size, B- cups and a slim waistline.14 years old, I ran away, but there are somethings I will never run away from though.

My da and ma teach me some good things. Ma always say I take after my pa. Always going horseback riding, camping and doing boy stuff. Tell me I'm a girl and I should learn how to do things a girl should do. See, my ma is a Chink. A Chinese. But my dad is a Texan. Born here and suckled off the land that teaches him how to live a hard life.

So my da teaches me how to cook, how to hunt, how to handle a rifle and skin meat for my meal. I was always outdoors most of the time. It is a blessing my ma pound in some her lessons into my head from time to time. Who wants to eat stale meat everyday or just plain ground carrot soup. Not me. At least my outdoor has flavor in it. One day, my da is going to give me everything he has. One day.

Those were the times when.... just pleasant times I suppose. No doubt, right now many people are looking for me, but I don't wanna get caught by them. I guess I am too prideful.

So I am in a bit of a pickle here. On one hand, at least I know how to feed myself, but...

My tummy is still flat though. I lift the hem of my worn shirt and softly rub my belly. I feel a bit strange, looking at my belly button. Knowing, just knowing some part of me is growing inside. At fourteen years old. I just sigh and lean back on the tree I am sitting under.

The wind is a mite bit strong today, but at least it is sunny. My laundry would be dry soon. The thing about running away is the boredom. After you got your meal and place to stay set up, it's just you and yourself. In my case, I am alone for now, but that would change.

My inventory isn't much. A Winchester with 53 rounds, four changes of clothing, a knife, a tinderbox, ten inch pot and a metal tin cup. Not to forget my spoon, fork and two pairs of chopsticks. To go along with all this, a backpack. I left everything behind. Only taking the things my ma and pa gave me which are useful. The gun and the chopsticks.

SMACK...

Ouch. I slap myself real hard this time. I hate flies. Damn flying buggy things. Going bzzzzz.....

I hate them. The thing about running away is not the adventure. It is what you fill your time with when you are alone most of the time. Well, I was alone most times at the school, so I learn a few nifty tricks by myself. And one of them is using chopsticks for something other than just eating. Taking a pair of chopsticks I use for grabbing things, I wait for it to settle down.

There.

Right on my right knee. Since smacking won't work, I just lower my chopsticks and....

Snap.It. Up.

Done.

Got the bugger. It just keeps buzzing. The wind is blowing hard now. The trees are rustling loudly. No doubt it will rain later. Heavy winds mean coming rains. Flicking the fly away so it may go its' merry way, I got up and brush my pants and grab my bag. Going to my laundry line, I feel up my clothes. I take my shirt and inhale its' scent. I purr at the smell of the sun on it. Warm, dry. Not cold and smell like sweat anymore. Stuffing them along with my undergarments into my pack, I resume my track again deep into the plains of Texas.

It's nearly sundown and by the time I found shelter in a small rock cave, I am soaked through. At least the bag I got is waterproof.

You might be wondering why I am walking this far into the great plains.

CRACK... BOOOOM.

Boring. Lighting and thunder. I see and much. Just jumping in shock from time to time when it sounds out.

I put down what I have and slowly take off my clothing. I dusted a dry spot of rock with my hands and lay down it.

It is pitch black by the time it stop raining. Occasional flashes of lighting light up the cave mouth. Naked, I lay on my back on the flat rock. My legs spread open and my arms under my head. My tail swishing from time to time as I slowly dry.

I am slightly tired but not hungry. I know I should be. After all that walking, but I just want to rest.

Lighting flash again. Shadows lit up and disappear and after sometime, the moon shines out brightly in the night through the mouth of the cave.

Taking my right arm away from under my head, my hand softly rubs my chest. I touch my small breasts, softly pinching a nipple with the fingers of my questing right hand. I just stare blankly at the cave's ceiling. Listening to the water dripping as my body warms up. My nipples harden and I pinch harder, moaning as I feel my loins warming up. Letting go of my nipple, I trail my hand even lower, pausing to rub my flat tummy. Rubbing slightly lower under my belly button, I ruffle the fur there as I continue rubbing firmly.

STOP...

I hold my breath and keep my hand there.

Looking around, I get up. Still holding my right hand on that spot, right below my below my belly button, but just above my warm loin, I crawl over with my left arm and sit with my back on the cave wall.

My voice echoes as I grunt softly. Shifting myself, I lean back to the curved boulder I saw moments ago. I calmly breathe as I lay flat on the curve surface. My young tummy and hips elevated higher. I spread my legs open to get a firm grip on the ground so I would not slide down.

Looking back to my flat tummy and warm loins, I move my hand.

I frown as rub that spot again. I rub more firmly with my right hand and I stop.

I found it again.

My heartbeat quickens. I swallow hard and breathe harder.

I stare blankly at my loins as my left hand joins my right. I hold my breathe as I begin to rub firmly again with both hands.

My eyes widen. I gasps softly. I feel it. I can feel it. Just slightly above my womanhood.

My fingers prod gently but firmly. A small bump here and... another there. A small curve.

I rub softly on the hard bumps in my yielding flesh. My eyes wide and blank as I envision those small lumps above my loins. I stop rubbing and just hold it firmly. Feeling the hard lumps. My attention on it.

My breathless gasp could be echoing in the cave, louder.

It move. Squirming slightly, moving under my fingertips, inside of me. Than it stop.

I pant hard as I take in my breaths. My eyes on my flat and no longer soft tummy. I never have hard muscles there. My ma always give me tummy rubs and tickles when I was kit. She still gives me a rub on my soft tummy. Now, I could feel the firmness inside of it. My soft flesh no longer yields to my touch. This was how she found out. How she found out what I did.

Eyes. Her eyes, as wide as mine right now, as she rubs on my tummy. Her palm pressing down firmly. Instead of my belly bending to her, it stays firm and hard. I remember her gasps and shock. Even if my tummy is flat, it should not be this firm. Not in just a few months.

I didn't at that time. I just love the feel of my ma's palm on that spot. For sometime, she just rub on it slowly and hard as I look at her face to face. She ask me a few questions. Have I been sick with my stomach lately? Do I have cravings for food at odd times? I answer yes to many of her questions. Until she ask me. As a girl, what did I do with a boy. I am surprised at her question and I blush. I look away to the side.

She rubs a few more moments on my tummy before she got up and left the room, putting out the lamp candle as she closes the door.

I close my eyes and lean my head back on the cave wall.

A week later, while me and da are out horse riding, he asked me if I have been with a boy. I just clam up. Da just sigh and we just rode on. When we got back, he ask me if I am being honest with him. Taking off my cowboy hat, I nodded. After putting back the horses and having the servants rubbing them down, we had for dinner. It was outside he grab my arm and spun me around.

He was so fast. I only saw a glint of metal before he whiplash me with the butt of his revolver. I cried out loud in pain. The servants working the field saw me crumple to the ground with da towering over me.

My head was spinning. I flinch as he reached down and grab my shirt collar, lifting me up with just his left hand. Both my feet dangling uselessly. He told me that was for not telling him she is going out with a boy. His hand flash again and he let me go as the butt crack on my head again. I squeal out loud and my ma came out to see what the commotion is all about. I heard her screaming my name as I tumble down a second time. But I heard my da clear as day. That was for not asking them about what I have just did with that boy. My head was bleeding out on the dust. He got down and lift me up in his arms. He told me he is happy I was honest when asked and head to the doorway to thrust me gently into my ma's arms. Telling her to get me cleaned up.

That was a several weeks ago before I ran. Now my tummy's softness is getting less and less. Getting harder and firmer slowly, day by day.

Opening my eyes again, I got up and give my tummy a last rub and head off to my pack. Naked, I lay down again and put my pack near me.

I turn on my back and lay still. My arms under my head again and my legs spread open slightly. Air from the cave's entrance blow in, teasing the lips of my moistening feminine lips. Slowly becoming puffy.

I lick my lips. I close my eyes. I rested.

I think I slept for sometime.

That is until I am woken up gently by the soft squeezes on my breasts. My eyes open to see him over me.

COMANCHE. A forest wolf sometimes dressed in only a loin cloth and gray furred.

He lay between my open thighs and he is nude as I am. Only a moment, I feel his male hood. It splits the puffy lips of my womanhood and I gasps out loud as his throbbing firmness enters my yielding body. My warm, moist insides welcoming its' return inside of me and pulses strongly around him. Feeling his strong manhood flexing and throbbing hard in return, stirring my walls, wetting it with hard spurts of thick clear liquid. Hard thick spurts of clear warm fluid, precursor to painting my seeded womb's mouth white with heavy squirts of his potent strong virility. His strong masculine essence. Replanting his seed inside my occupied womb.

In my newly awaken state, I realize, this was how it happen last time. This was what made me like what he is doing inside of me. My enjoyment of our bliss and the ending of warm moist liquid heat inside of me. Loving the feel of its' moist warmth, always taking every opportunity and chance to have him squirting every heavy white musky drop deep inside. Addicted to every hard throbbing and pulsing as he gasps breathlessly at his end.

I have known the Comanche since I was 12 years old when my da say I am old enough to camp outside in the fields alone. He was out hunting at night that time. The native I share one part of my feminine life with. Ever since I turn 10 years old, I suffer my heat alone. Whimpering with private need as my newly working womanhood inflame my lower lips. Making my insides warm and moist. The lips themselves puffy. I never told my ma and da. I was embarrassed and and confused on those times.

Every once a month, I entered my heat. And I told him.

And he taught me. He was just a few years older than me. I was a few months away from turning 14 years old and from than on, I share my heat with him. Every once a month, he calms my quivering insides. I know I was moist and wet during my heat, but with him, my insides are thickly painted with musky white male essence. Becoming more wetter and well filled. His knot plugging it all up inside me, nothing dribbling away from inside of me.

When we would meet up in the forest, when we get together. When he starts to undress me and begins to calm by heated body. He never pulls away. He kept me close. Hugging me, covering my body with his strong muscular form. Keep me safe and warm. Outside, with his fur and body. Inside, with his firm male hood and his white musky gooey, warm masculine essence.

When we begin in the morning, he would make sure food and water is within reach. Than he would start on my troubled heated body. We rested when we feel like it, but during sundown, he would carry me to the stream, still tightly knotted to his throbbing male hood. We wash each other together. He never pulls out. Only when he wants to pass waste, but that was only a few moments.

But for me, he never pulls away. When I wish to urinate, he would turn me while I am on his manhood and I would pee. Away from him. He would pick me up and wash me in the running stream. It is the same when I wish to pass hard waste. He was soft, gentle and kind to me. He will almost never pull out. Time enough to finish our business and clean up before he would enter my well used body again. His place is between my wide open thighs, with puffy feminine lower lips and insides pulsing and throbbing with need.

Before we sleep, he would make sure, I would have one final gooey load before resting for the day. Every morning when I wake up, it would be to his gentle, but powerful thrust into my soaked, moist insides. Making me enjoy many hard heavy squirting of his thick seed, sating my lusting loins and my thirsty greedy womb.

We do this for every three days during the time of my heat. The permission and time my da gave me for a camping trip alone once every month without telling him.

I remembered my third heat with him.

I just lay there. Letting him feel my sensitive breast. I breathe heavily as he pinches my hardened nubs gently. Softly rolling them as he cups my soft mammary. He leans down and licks my left breast. His rough tongue splay out, taking long firm licks. Flicking the tip at my nub. He pays the same attention to my other breast as well after taking time tasting my flesh. Tasting my sweat and breathing my musk.

I swallow hard and I feel flushed. My feminine lips becomes puffy as I feel moist inside. My breathing getting faster and harder. For sometime, he plays with my chest. Those two soft lumps which purpose is to feed what I birth.

Satisfied in his fondling of my chest, he leans back up and sits on his hunches. I say nothing as strong hands cups my rump and pull my hips to his. I look at my womanhood as he spread my legs open and he settles my rump on his thighs.

Still lying down on my back, I have a clear view of the hardness betwixt his strong muscled legs. My hips elevated, high enough to see his actions on me. With just a flick of his hand, his loin cloth falls away.

He pushes up his manhood as my wide spread thighs gives him room to press my loins to his. I blush and my breathless gasps are loud.

His warm hardness rest on top my womanhood. Gently throbbing and leaking dribbles of thick clear fluid on me. The hard lump of flesh at the base of his strong virility splits my lower lips. Its' pulsations send quivers of anticipation throughout my body. I know it will grow big and its' inflation will be inside somewhere moist and warm.

I gaze with wide eyes. It is dawn and sunlight warms the the forest. His hands gently rub my tummy, feeling the softness inside my flat belly. After a few more times of sharing my heat with him in the coming months, soon it will become firm and hardened. My hard breathing echoes in the empty wooded forest. I look upon the red throbbing spire resting on my loins. His hips pressing hard against mine. Just looking at it made my insides melt. Insides of my loins. My lower lips slowly dribbles my own thick fluids on the hard pulsing lump of flesh at the base of his male hood.

Looking at it, I know how deep it will go. Deep enough to for the tip to kiss another set of lips inside. Deep inside somewhere warm and yielding. And that some place is between the lower lips his knot is resting on. He is eager. I know he is.

Gently, he rocks back and forth. Rubbing his pulsing knot on my lips. Wetting it with my own feminine fluids. My body move as his. His hard manhood dribbles more of that clear thick liquid. As time passes, a small puddle form on my loins. It is warm and small wet lines trickle to the sides of my hips.

I move my arms away from under my head. My movements made him take away his gaze from my wet loins. His penis is now has a very red and purple look to it. It is throbbing harder and this time, the thick clear liquid comes out in short spurts. Adding more to the warm pool. I dip the fingers of my right hand into it. Rubbing it between my fingertips, I feel its' slickness and cooling warmth.

I feel my insides pulsing with need. My puffy lips make soft slick wet sounds as his hard lump presses wetly between them. I rub his thick fluids on my crotch fur. Spreading it thickly around my loins, feeling it drool down on my puffy lower lips. Making sure it my loins are slathered with his musk so it may smell like his for the few days I am with him. Letting both us know with each breath, his manhood's duties are to be done inside of, quailing my heat. Knowing my insides will be given a messy slathering of his thick heavy strands of fertile whiteness.

My left hand ventures to his needy neglected manhood. I wrap my fingers around it. My need within my moist loins made me breathe harder and louder. It pulses happily in my soft grasp as I rub the head with my thumb, feeling the thick spurts of his heavy clear fluid on it. Strands of it making wet lines on my hand. He gasps as I squeeze it harder, knowing it would be better within my moist clenches, suckling his hard spire of flesh to his pleasure.

I lean upwards and his arms hold me. I place my full weight on it as my right hand, thick with his slimy fluids cup his heavy sack. He closes his eyes as I roll each ball between my fingers. His breathes are as hard as mine. Panting heavily as I play with his sack. Even the few times I have lain with him, I am still fascinated. His sack is heavy and fills my palm. Its' contents are what my heated body craves for. His medicine man told him to cure a female in heat is to give her his essence. He told me of my cure and when his manhood pulses hard for the first time within my folds, his seed heavily covered my insides with warmth. On that moment, I felt fulfilled. Sated and satisfied for the first time on my during my heats. Slimy liquid warmth replaces the hot throbbing need within my loins as it suckles on his manhood for more of that heat quenching fluid from his formidable sack.

Taking hold of what makes my Comanche a man, I lift my his slightly up. We both look down at our moist loins. I places his tip at my folds and slowly, he pushes in. His arms lowering me slowly, savoring my puffy lips splitting open for him as they swallow him inside the moist warmth of my pulsing cavern. My weight driving him into the inner recesses of my womanhood, suckling his male meat for the white thick blessing from the strong balls my within my grasps.

Lowering me to the ground, he lay on top me, deeply embedded. He will not pull out until I am truly well filled with his heavy offering of male seed to cure me of my feminine heat. I adore him between my open thighs. Feeling him so deep in me as he throbs with his own need. His need to squirt all his essence inside of my young body. And I welcome him with open arms and legs.

Gently, he begins the mating dance. Pulling out until the head catches at the puffy lips of my womanhood and he pushes back in firmly. I gasps in as pleasure tingles within my loins. His spire pushes the walls of my moist clenching cavern apart. His hands roam my body. His left arm goes under my back and pushes me upwards, giving him leverage for more powerful thrusts. I love him for it as it made his penile flesh dig deeper. His right hand lay on my cheek. Cupping it as he lean forwards and cover my young heated body with his. Keeping me warm from the soft bellowing of winds. The sun shines through the forest on our blissful bodies. Pleasure tingling in our loins as male meets female flesh, skewering me with his firmness again and again.

I could only moan into his ear as he pants into mine. I squeeze my right arm out from between our heaving bodies. My hands rubs his back, spurning him to do his duties inside the tight quivering depths of my womanhood. Squeezing him lovingly as he saw in and out. I move downwards and lay my hands on his muscled rump. Feeling it flex under the as I cup them. Strong muscles coil and uncoil with every gentle hard thrust.

I whimper under him. The sensation, building higher and higher. He thrust feverishly into. I gasps breathlessly into ear to stop a moment in English, hoping he understands. I want to feel him. I push hard on his hips to slow him down. Leaning up, he stops his thrusting, panting hard. His meat throbbing hard within my squeezing depths, no doubt inside of me, his thick clear fluids spurts without abandon, wetting my moist walls even more. I look into his eyes, savoring his pulsations and throbbing hardness. His lovely male hood jerking from time to time within my folds.

Slipping my right hand between our bodies, I touch upon his pulsing knot. He leans further up and looks down at our union. Hot throbbing flesh pulses under my fingertips. I wrap my thumb and index finger around his base. My palm lay flat on my heated loins. I want to feel him throb under my fingertips. I want to feel him thrusting into my quivering, begging femininity under my palms.

I smile at him weakly and my left hand presses his hips down firmly. Leaning back down, he smiles back and kisses me on my cheek. He gently resumes his powerful thrusts and I gasps in wanton pleasure. His warm fleshy tool rubs hard on my finger and thumb. The friction and slickness made it even warmer. I could feel his knot mashing hard and throbbing with intensity, forming and hardening.

I press the heel of my palm hard into my loins. I gasps turn into breathless moans as his hardness is felt moving inside. I can feel my warm moistness clenching hard upon him, making him whimper in pleasure.

His knot gets larger and with what clear thought I have, when he thrust down, I press my left hand hard on his muscled rump. My finger and thumb quickly hooks at the base of his knot and jam him tight to my entrance. His body tense and surprise at my actions. He jerks hard into me as the friction and pressure at the base of his knot shock him. I grind my hips upwards to his and he whimpers into my ear as I pleasure him intensely. Rubbing the base of his knot with my thumb and index finger, I push that growing, throbbing lump into my folds, he presses forward and that pulsing hard flesh slickly slips inside slowly. His meaty shaft strongly jerks, stirring my throbbing insides even more stronger.

I go wide eyed and the entering of his knot. At first I feel my folds split open wide, embracing that throbbing lump of meat. Than it stretches open wider. I felt the stretching of my entrance. The lumpy knot pulses harder and harder as his heart speeds up. I adore the stretching sensation. The parts I love the most when he calms my heat is when he knots me. When it reaches the widest point of his knot, I squeal loudly. My hand on his rump clench tight and my finger and thumb at the base of his throbbing knot squeeze him hard as I crush my loins hard to his. He slickly slips into my welcoming warmth with a wet sucking sound coming from my tightly clutching folds. This time, my finger and thumb meets the folds of my puffy lower lips. I feel them quiver as they clench tightly on the meaty, lumpy, pulsing knot they now have within my greedy moist grasp. I hold onto the base of his manhood, enjoying his throbbing heartbeat.

I feel myself flutter as I squeal. I am soon nearing my peak and so is my Comanche. I squeal as a well knotted female. I squeal in pleasure, letting the forest hear my happy claim of his potent and strong male hood inside my trembling well of female flesh.

Meaty bare naked male flesh inside my own squeezing naked female flesh. Why male and females are so different form each other, doing a blissful union with and within our loins.

Suckling, throbbing... quivering, pulsing... spurting, squirting... trembling, jerking...

Differences, but blissful in our joined union.

My Comanche grunts hard into my ear and jabs into he hard. I moan and gasp into his as he feels more larger inside of me. I feel his blunt tip kissing another set of lips inside my wildly quivering depths. Kissing, bumping it to with every hard jab into my loins. Pleasure shoots through my young body, ready to receive his offering, his cure for my heat.

My legs jerk wildly as I lose myself into his fevered thrusting. This time, I squeal breathlessly as he skewer me without mercy. My hand at our union now wet with our arousal and joining, mash tight to my loins with every hard jab into me. I feel his muscled rump harden and clench with more power. His pants hard and his saliva drools down the side of my neck.

This is the reason I remember my third heat with him so vividly.

His shaft jerks and throbs with more power than before. He finally thrust his hardest into me.

I open my mouth to moan out loud, but nothing came out. Just a croak as my eyes widen and stare blankly and my legs shoot straight and tremble. My right hand held hard by his loins on my quivering womanhood.

He grunted. Again and again.

I gasps harshly as my peak made my inner muscles clench on him tight, beginning to milk him and suckle harshly, suckling for my heat curing cure of white milky creamy male seed.

Deep inside me, his tip kisses my inner lips harshly, nudging it tight as its' pulsations is felt on it. Jerking hard. His base throbs strongly and steady on my finger and thumb as his ball sack pulses with life. Seed passes through the thick vein in his shaft and I feel it flowing with every throb under my thumb and finger. The large bulging knot pulses with strength as it does its' duty of holding my his virile meaty spire inside my flushed clenching loins. His rump clenches tightly and loosen in a timely manner under my left hand.

Than, I feel slimy and warm inside. I feel warm and wet in a deeper part of me. Warm thick slime entering me. This never happen before, but I could feel every passing sensation of his slimy seed inside. His tip pulsing hard as each creamy and heavy squirt of heat curing seed passes into the suckling hole of my inner lips. I feel it pushing inside a small hole inside me, slowly building pressure. Until I feel a heavy splatter of liquid warmth inside a deeper part of body. My palm could feel his shaft throbbing strong beneath my quivering flesh as it milks it strongly for more. Each strong, heavy squirt of creamy slime squeezes into the small hole of my inner lips kissing the tip his pulsing shaft, only to slather out in a messy manner, painting the once untouched inner walls of my femininity with fertile milky musky male whiteness. Claiming the deepest part of me with his potent male essence.

My eyes are wide. He is now spreading his seed in me. Every clench of his strong rump means another load of heat curing slimy whiteness is flowing from his pulsing balls of life into me. From his strong masculine body into my weak feminine form. The harder my walls spasm, the heavier the squirting of creamy milky seed squeezes through that small hole within my inner lips. My body feeling it splash out in a slimy messy manner, hitting my fleshy once untouched inner sanctum walls. I could feel it splashing gently on my inner flesh, his warm thick white creamy slime slather those heated flesh with it's soothing warmth. Every inner part of me at where my heat is strong.

The clear thought of he's breeding is spreading his seeding inside of me made my moist milking walls clench and spasm harder. That is when I felt it.

I squeeze my eyes shut as the sensation within my loins intensified. He hold me tight in his arms as I tremble. I feel funny inside. At where all his heavy white slimy seed pool inside me. My muscles clench and tightened within my loins. It cramps pleasantly.

My eyes shot wide open as I gasp for breath. I notice a popping sensation inside my loins on the. Not from my Comanche. It is from me. I felt it from the left side of my hips. My body feels warm and flushed when I felt it popping. I don't what is it, but I squeal out and my Comanche's squirting becomes harder and firmer. More creamy slimy seed doused my heated depths, infiltrating deeper parts inside my well filled womanhood. When I come down from my pleasurable high, I feel drowsy and the warmth from his seed inside my womanhood is lulling me to sleep. My finger could feel his knot pulsing gently as his penile flesh spits out the last of his heat curing slime into me. Apart from our fluids from earlier, nothing is leaking out. His lumpy knot is bulging large inside me, giving me the well filled sensation I enjoy the most.

He gives one last weak thrust. I tightly close my eyes, my face scrunching up as his tip jerk hard, a load of warm slimy seed slid through my inner lips hole. My body flushes warm and I feel hot as I tremble again within the arms of my strong brave warrior. This time, I felt it from the right side of my hips the popping sensation inside of me stronger and the pleasant muscle cramping intensifies. It is than I pass out blissfully after a few fleeting seconds of enjoying my afterglow after the popping sensation left my body weak and wanting more.

Drifting back from my pleasant memories, I grunt in pleasure as my inner muscles squeeze him. Rewarding for him for every drop of musky seed inside me. Though I no longer have my heat after a few months, his slimy white warm cure works.

I lay, staring at the cave ceiling as I regain back my breathing. My strong Comanche lean up and smile down at me.

He had found me.

Somewhere out there, a posse is looking for me along with my da. Here, I am safe. With my warrior deep inside me and the life inside my firm flat tummy.

Now, I just have to teach my brave how to speak some proper English and tell me what his name really is. After all, Comanche is just a title of what type of Indian he is.. I smile and giggle a little at him. After all, I have time in my hands and he is all tied up, so I'll teach how to speak his first three words.

I love you.