Chapter 6

As he walked through the camp he noticed one of the younger boys. He was bigger than the others, and Fighting Hawk watched as he took a toy from one of the smaller children. Fighting Hawk had his bow off of his shoulder and swung it. The end caught the boy in the back of the head, and he found himself with his face in the dirt. Fighting Hawk stood and watched as the boy came up looking for a fight. When he saw Fighting Hawk he paled and dropped his fists to his side. Fighting Hawk considered him. He was only a couple of years younger than himself. "Do you think that just because you are bigger that you can take whatever you want?"

The boy looked at him and said, "Why not, if I can take it." Fighting Hawk could see that he needed to handle this differently. He quickly grabbed the boy and ripped the toy from his hand. He handed it to the younger boy. He then stripped the boy's britches from his body and left him sitting naked in the dirt. The other children were giggling, and there were a few outright laughs. The boy looked around in horror. Fighting Hawk smiled at him, "Well, I am bigger than you, and I want these, so I guess that it is okay if I take them." The boy had tears in his eyes as he looked at the other boys laughing at him. Fighting Hawk knew that there were other eyes watching from lodge flaps, now. The boy asked for his britches back, and Fighting Hawk pitched them to him. He then told the boy to take him to his lodge.

On the way to the lodge he asked the boy; "Was it right for me to take your britches?" He heard the embarrassment and anger in the boy's words, "No! They were mine, and everybody saw you do that to me." Fighting Hawk smiled as he answered him, "Yes, but I was bigger and stronger, and I could. Just like you did; right in front of everybody, so that they could see it." The boy looked up sharply at him, he was not as sure of himself and the anger wasn't as strong, "But that was different" Fighting Hawk shook his head and said, "It was only different because it happened to you, and not somebody else. What is right is right for everybody, and what is wrong is wrong for everybody. Before you do anything, think about how you would feel and if you would like it to happen to you, and then go ahead."

The boy looked up at him, "What I did wasn't right, but what you did wasn't right either." Fighting Hawk smiled and said, "No, it wasn't, but you wouldn't have listened to me if I didn't show you that it was wrong, would you?" The boy didn't answer, but shook his head.

When they approached a small lodge at the side of the village Fighting Hawk recognized one of the widows, and knew from the look on her face that it was not the first time that he had been brought to her. She looked tired, and sad as she stood before Fighting Hawk and lowered her head. It was something that happened when you had to live at the expense of others. Before she could speak Fighting Hawk said, "So, is this young man the man of the lodge?" The question surprised her and made her pause. She nodded, but kept her head demurely lowered.

"This young man has impressed me with his ability to see the truth in things. I think that one day he will be a good warrior." For the first time, the woman raised her head and looked into his eyes. She looked to see if he mocked her. When she saw that he was serious she had a look of pride, as she once again lowered her head. "You are very kind to say such things, but he causes me great trouble." Fighting Hawk laughed as he said, "Yes, great men cause great trouble as young boys. I only wish that I had caused more myself." He watched as she puffed up a little bigger.

Fighting Hawk then said, "Tomorrow, with the first rays of the sun I will be going hunting. I wonder if your son would like to go with me. It will not be an easy job, and he will have to work hard, but of course I would be willing to share what we kill." He had not expected the reaction that he got. "If you wish to give me charity, leave it at my lodge door in the night. Don't come here and make me beg you."

Fighting Hawk was surprised at her reaction. "If you don't want your son hunting with me, I understand. But what I said is true. We will hunt and he will work hard, and he will earn everything that he gets from me. I offer you no charity. You have offended me." Fighting Hawk held his ground and waited for her words.

"I am sorry Fighting Hawk that I have offended you. If he will earn his share I would be honored for him to hunt with you. Charity is a dark stain on my soul, and it turns my words bitter. You are a good man, and your women let me hold my head up after I take your meat. You deserve better from me."

Fighting Hawk saw the pain in her face and smiled at her. "I accept your apology. I will never offer charity to anyone. If they want charity, then they will have to come to me and ask for it. If I come to you, I will get something for my trouble, there will be no charity between us."

He saw the pride return to her face, and she nodded. She looked to her son with pride again. "Big Cloud will be ready with the first rays of the sun." Fighting Hawk nodded and turned to leave.

That night in his blankets Fighting Hawk saw the stars in all their glory. Events had not worked well to spend much time with them, but they made sure that this night was not to be the same. He had barely settled into his blankets when Midnight Star slipped naked beside him. She was followed quickly by Morning Star. They worked together and stripped him before he knew that it had happened. Their hunger was clear on their faces.

As he took the little girls into his arms he saw Bright Dove remove her dress and crawl into Moon Flower's blankets. He knew that this night would be filled with pleasure for all. Then his face was covered with Morning Star's lips. He lost himself as he enjoyed the pleasure of her kisses. When he ran his hand down to explore the hot petals of her sex, he found that Midnight's hands were already there. She moved to allow him to explore the hot depths of her tender opening. Her wet sticky lips parted easily to his fingers as he delved into her mound. She moaned her pleasure as his tongue raced around her mouth, and he felt another pair of lips slipping over his hard shaft.

He moaned his own pleasure as his other hand found the slippery lips of Midnight's mound. Her body was kneeling to give him pleasure and it made it easy for him to sink his fingers deep into her mound. He felt the vibrations of her appreciation on his shaft. His fingers plunging into each of their bodies were driving them close to their peaks, and he was surprised when they both suddenly broke away from him. When he started to move they both pushed him back down onto his back.

His vision was suddenly blocked as Morning slipped her leg across his body and settled her wet, slick lips of her hot mound down to his mouth. His nose probed the little pucker of her anal rosebud. She gave an excited gasp as his tongue probed her hot tunnel. As he pushed his tongue deeply into her, he felt Midnight settle herself onto his hips, with his shaft buried deep in her body. His moan of pleasure brought a squeal of delight from Morning's lips.

Midnight began a quick stroke, rolling her hips as she plunged down on each stroke. Fighting Hawk felt a tightness that he had never felt before. No woman or girl had ever felt this hot, tight and slippery. When he had raped a virgin, it had been tight, but not hot or slippery. She had fought like an animal, and he had enjoyed the battle, but that was all that he had really enjoyed. There was no passion, or willingness to give pleasure, just a hole to be used. The post women were usually slippery, but not from arousal, and they didn't care about moving. Only these women had ever cared about his pleasure, and he realized that it was because he cared about theirs. He knew that the other warriors in the village were fools. They never gave anything, and they would never get anything in return.

He couldn't help but to thrust up to meet her strokes, making the contact hard and even painful as their bodies slapped together, but Midnight only squealed her pleasure and drove even harder onto his shaft. The pace was fast and furious, and Fighting Hawk knew that he would never be able to hold back his release. It was approaching too fast, and there was no way that he could slow her down. She was pounding her body and screaming as they slammed together.

Suddenly he felt his climax thundering through his body and he slammed his hips up as hard as he could and remained motionless; his muscles locked as he deposited his hot seed deep into her shivering body. As his muscles relaxed and he lowered them to the ground, she slipped from his body to lie at his side.

Fighting Hawk suddenly could see again, and breathe the rich cool air. He had not realized that Morning had blocked his air in her excitement, until he suddenly filled his lungs with the sweet fresh air. His head swam as the oxygen raced through his body making him feel alive through every fiber of his being.

Morning was suddenly astride his hips just as Midnight had been. He was still hard, but wondered if he would stay that way. He had never tried this before and didn't know what would happen. As she slipped his shaft slowly up and down her hot, wet tunnel he felt the same sensations that he had felt when Midnight had been riding him, and the same excitement. He didn't think that he would go soft before she was done with him.

As Morning raised her hard tight body, he felt her muscles deep inside her tighten around him and squeeze him. When she eased back down, the muscles relaxed and it felt like soft furs lightly caressing his shaft. He could see that she wanted her pleasure differently than Midnight.

Where Midnight wanted every bit of sensation all at once, Morning wanted hers slowly and to last as long as she could make it. Fighting Hawk watched as Morning leaned down and licked her wet sticky juices from his face. Then they kissed and shared the thick, rich brew.

It was during the kiss that he suddenly realized that she tasted different. He had tasted all of their delightful mounds, and it had always been thin and oily. Now as he tasted her juices, they were thick and rich with flavor. He knew then that when a woman reached her peak she also fired her seed. As he thought about it he realized that she didn't fire anything, so he concluded that it must come from deep in her body. That was why he had never tasted it before. He had never stayed long enough after her peak to taste the wonderfully rich juices that worked their way out of her body.

He could tell that Morning knew of the wonderful experience from the way that she had attacked his face to clean it off of him. He was sure that in the future he would not make this same mistake again, and vowed to spend a lot more time exploring things to see if there was anything else the he might have been missing. He also made a mental note to ask Gray Eagle why he had neglected to tell him about this very important development.

Morning rode Fighting Hawk slowly and gently. Each time that he looked to be getting close to his peak she would slow and stop until he once again was breathing normally. Then she would start the slow movements of pleasure. Even with her stopping, there came a time where his pleasure could not be held back any longer. When Morning saw that the time had come, she was suddenly a blur of speed and motion. Twisting and clinching the muscles of her mound on his shaft; with her hips moving first one way, and then the other. The sensations filling Fighting Hawk's brain caused him to spew his juices so hard that he was sure that they would hurt her in their violence. As he looked into her eyes he saw the love and rapture that she felt, and knew that he was looking into her very soul. As the sensations left her the cloud came over her eyes again.

Then he understood why this was an act of love. At that time, everybody would bare their soul to the person that they were with, and these were not things that you wanted everyone to know about you.

He watched as Morning smiled sweetly at him as she lay down on his body. She snuggled her face on his chest, as she pulled the blankets around them; then she closed her eyes. Fighting Hawk listened as her breathing clanged to the slow deep breathing of sleep, as his shaft was still tightly encased in her warm body. He smiled and closed his own eyes.

He awoke to a strange sensation. He wasn't sure what he was feeling, but it did feel nice. Then he understood. Morning was still sleeping on his chest, and his semi-hard shaft was still resting in her tight little mound, but there was something else; he could feel a soft tongue working its way around their bodies. When he looked down all that he could see was Morning's back, but as he looked around he knew that it had to be Midnight. She was no longer sleeping beside them.

He felt his shaft gently pulled from her body, but it was immediately engulfed in a hot mouth. He had felt this enough to know that it was Midnight sucking the juices from his hard shaft. He almost groaned as she let it slip from her mouth, and felt her moving farther between their bodies. Then he knew that she was licking and sucking Morning's wet mound. He heard her moan softly in her sleep. Then she mumbled, "Not now Mid, I'm still sleepy." He smiled as Midnight slipped from under the blankets. She was embarrassed as she saw that Fighting Hawk was awake.

He spoke softly, "Well, do you wake her like that every morning?" She blushed, but nodded her head. She gave him a coy smile, "I can never get enough of her, but having yours mixed with her was yummy." He could tell that to admit that had made her blush even harder. He pulled her close to him, and kissed her before falling back to sleep.

When he woke, they were still lying in the same position. He was stiff, but moved slowly so as not to wake the girls. It was slow and awkward to get Morning's arms from around him without waking her, but as soon as she felt Midnight she pulled her close and they both sighed in pleasure. He smiled at them as he moved to get his hunting gear.

He saw Moon Flower's eyes peeking from the blanket, where she snuggled with Bright Dove. He whispered to her, "I am going hunting with a young man in the village. I will be back in the afternoon." She nodded, but didn't move. He kissed a finger and touched it to her cheek, and then turned to leave the lodge.

He walked silently through the village. The sky was light, but it was still a little before the first rays of the sun. He loved this time of the day. It was peaceful and quiet. He sat before the lodge and waited. He watched the birds, and listened to the sounds of the village waking up. At the first rays of the sun, the lodge flaps parted and an excited boy emerged. He saw Fighting Hawk sitting at the cook fire. He had added a few sticks of wood while he waited, and it was warm by the fire.

Fighting Hawk watched as his mother followed him out of the lodge. She was surprised to see that he was waiting, and that he had got the fire going again. Fighting Hawk waited until she was sure that her son was ready to go. As he rose she said, "Thank you, it means a lot to him. You will look after him, won't you?" Fighting Hawk smiled and nodded, and then they were off.

Big Cloud had wanted to run, but Fighting Hawk explained that they were going hunting, and that the noise of running would scare the game. Big Cloud immediately settled in to a cautious walk beside Fighting Hawk. He tried to walk quietly, but found that he constantly stepped on twigs and brush, even when he was sure that they weren't there before he put his foot down. He was amazed that Fighting Hawk never looked down, and he never seemed the step on anything that would make a sound.