The stars wheeled overhead in a vast, ink-black canopy, pierced only by the faint glow of the tribal fires dying to embers. The semi-completed house loomed like a skeletal guardian against the night, its fresh mud walls still tacky to the touch. Inside the half-finished living room, Lightning Hawk settled into his vigil, cross-legged on a woven mat amid scattered tools and timber scraps. His bow lay across his lap, eyes sharp as he scanned the shadows beyond the open doorway. He nodded once to Taniel, a silent affirmation of their shared duty, before turning his gaze outward.
Taniel lingered near the Hawthorne carriage, its canvas sides fluttering gently in the breeze. His werehorse senses heightened the night's whispers—the rustle of coyotes in the distance, the soft whuff of wild stallions grazing far off, the subtle shift of wind carrying scents of sage and earth. His loincloth hung loose, the fabric tenting slightly from the day's lingering thoughts of Maria. He scanned the horizon, muscles taut, ready to shift if threats stirred.
From within the carriage came the soft creak of wood, and Maria emerged, her nightgown whispering against her skin. The thin cotton clung to her curves, the neckline loose enough to hint at the swell of her firm C-cup breasts. Her fiery curls tumbled free, framing her freckled face, emerald eyes downcast in shy anticipation. Barefoot, she padded across the cool grass, toes sinking into the dew-kissed soil. Clara, pausing at the house's threshold with Eliza bundled in her arms, caught her daughter's eye and offered a conspiratorial wink, lips curving in approval. 'Sleep well, love,' she murmured, before vanishing inside with the little one.
Maria approached Taniel, her cheeks flushing under the moonlight. 'Taniel... would you... another foot care session? For courtship?' Her voice trembled, but her gaze lifted to meet his, bold beneath the shyness.
His grin split wide, teeth flashing white, and a throb pulsed through his cock, hardening it against the loincloth. 'I'd honor you all night if you'd let me,' he replied, voice low and teasing, stepping closer to cup her elbow gently. He guided her to the carriage steps, where she perched on the edge, nightgown pooling around her ankles. Lightning Hawk's distant form remained still, oblivious or respectful of the privacy unfolding.
Taniel knelt before her, his strong hands encircling one foot, thumbs pressing into the arch with firm, loving strokes. He flirted with his touch—circling the ball of her foot, tracing the freckles along her instep—drawing soft sighs from her lips. 'Your skin's softer than deer hide,' he murmured, eyes locked on hers as he worked up to her ankle, then calf, kneading the muscle with deliberate care. The rub climbed to her knees, fingers splaying wide, brushing the sensitive hollows behind them.
She bit her lip, heat blooming in her core. 'You can... massage my thighs too,' she whispered, permission laced with invitation.
His smile deepened, eyes darkening with hunger. 'As you wish.' He slid his palms higher, bunching the nightgown's hem inch by inch until it rode up to her hips, exposing the pale expanse of her thighs. The cool air kissed her bare pussy, lips already parting slightly from the building ache, but he stopped just short of her mound, hands gripping the upper thighs, squeezing the firm flesh. His thumbs ventured inward, grazing the edges of her folds without mercy, making her squirm.
Leaning down, he pressed his lips to her foot, kissing the arch tenderly, then the heel. She panted, a moan slipping free as arousal slicked her inner thighs. 'Suck my toes this time?' she asked, voice breathy, toes flexing in anticipation.
Eagerly, he took her big toe into his mouth, tongue swirling around it, sucking with gentle pulls that sent jolts straight to her clit. He moved to the next, nipping lightly, then lavishing each one with wet heat. Her pussy moistened further, juices gathering as she watched him worship her feet.
Rising slightly, he trailed kisses up her leg—hot, open-mouthed presses along her calf, leaving faint red hickeys blooming on the freckled skin. He nipped at her knee, tongue flicking the bend, then ascended her thigh, marking the pale flesh with sucking bites that made her gasp. Her legs parted instinctively, knees falling wide to reveal her dripping pussy, lips engorged and swollen, clit peeking from its hood, glistening with need.
Taniel paused, breath ragged, cock straining fully now against his loincloth. He met her eyes, seeking consent. 'May I taste you there?'
She nodded, lost in the haze of lust, her mind foggy with slutty desire, expecting the thick press of his dick. But as he dove in, lips sealing over her labia, it was his tongue that shocked her—plunging deep, at least four inches, stretching her walls with its impossible length. She yelled quietly, the sound morphing into a throaty moan as pleasure ripped through her. Her breasts heaved, nipples hardening to diamond points, straining against the nightgown's fabric like they could tear through.
His tongue, shifted subtly with his werehorse gift, thickened and lengthened like a stallion's, coarse-tipped yet dexterous. It curled inside her, lips nuzzling her folds, rubbing and flicking her clit with broad, whinny-like laps that mimicked a horse's eager mouth. He smirked against her, feeling her buck—hips grinding up to meet his face, sexy moans spilling from her throat. 'Don't stop, please,' she whimpered, hands fisting the carriage step.
He thrust deeper, the tip battering her G-spot with relentless precision. Her eyes widened, mouth falling open in an ahegao twist—tongue lolling, brows furrowed in bliss—as waves crashed over her. Her body slumped back against the carriage door, toes twitching wildly, spreading and curling in ecstatic spasms.
Taniel chuckled low, lapping up her musky squirt as it gushed, sweet and tangy on his tongue. He drank her down greedily, cradling her trembling form before scooping her into his arms. Her nightgown tangled around her waist, pussy still quivering as he carried her inside the carriage to her makeshift bed of blankets and pillows.
He tucked her in gently, leaning down for a loving deep kiss—tongues tangling, her tasting herself on him. Pulling back, he kissed the tops of her breasts, lips brushing the cleavage where the gown gaped. Then, lifting the hem just enough, he pressed a soft kiss to her mound, right over her pulsing pussy. Finally, he lavished her toes again—kissing each one, sucking lightly until they curled and spread in joyful response, drawing fresh whimpers from her.
'You rest now,' he said, voice husky. 'Tomorrow night, your half of the rites. I'll wait for your touch.'
She nodded, dazed and sated, a sleepy smile curving her lips. 'Agreed. Can't wait to tell Mother... and yours... how to guide me back.' Her mind already spun with ideas, the night's revelations burning bright for tomorrow's advice.