Hannah shuddered. She really did not like the man.
“He's the third son of a chief. He has tried to take his brothers. They fear him. And they know that their lives are at stake.”
It was only their father’s presence that kept him from destroying all around him, but when the old man died, chaos would reign in his village.
Chua had a history of skinning and killing calm animals like the rabbit and birds. Many women had cried of him hurting them, with physical marks to show for it. He was a terror and many feared confronting him because of his evil ways. It was best to be silent than to be in his bad books.
He hugged Hannah. He had made the mistake of letting her go to relieve herself. As he wondered about what he had done wrong, he had heard a scream. She had called out his name. His legs had picked pace as he ran to save her from what troubled her.
He had not expected to see Chua holding his woman. Anger had flared in him. He would have killed the man right there for merely laying a hand on his woman. But killing Chua would have created strife within their tribes. Even though his people would have been relieved with his death, they would avenge to sustain their pride.
“We must go,” Bear Claw said.
Hannah had no complains. She followed him. The other men followed them and she felt safe. With Bear Claw by her side, she knew she would not be hurt. He would protect her.
He placed her on the horse, sitting behind her. The horse raced as if sensing that danger was not far behind. Her eyes closed but she replayed the scene of that monster hands on her.
“We will soon be home,” Bear Claw said gently, holding her.
She rested on his chest. That encounter had really shaken her. She had just been minutes from grievous harm. And death, she added silently. For a long time she had been inside the village, oblivious to danger. There was evil out there. Pure evil.
She jumped off the horse when thru returned to the village. The first thing she did was to take her bath. She scrubbed herself hard to wash off every traces of that man’s body. Yet it seemed to linger on. Tears burst from her eyes, her body heaving.
“It is going to be fine,” she whispered to herself over and over again. She was going to get out of here, away from these cruel people and their thirst for blood.
She curled up on the fur but she could jot sleep. There was a rage in her waiting to explode. She should not be here, at the mercy of a vagabond.
“Hannah.”
She glared at him. “I was almost raped and killed because of you!” she snapped.
“I will never let anything happen to you,” Bear Claw said calmly.
“This is all your fault!” Hannah glared.
He knew she was spoiling for a fight. He could sense her anger. At him. And at herself. He would not fall for it.
“No one will hurt you. Ever. I will protect you,” Bear Claw said with all seriousness.
“You won’t always be around,” Hannah said quietly.
“I will teach you how to protect yourself,” Bear Claw said, pulling her to him. She pushed him away but he held onto her, refusing to let her go. Her weak blows were feeble. She looked away as he leaned in for a kiss. She wasn’t in the mood. But he persisted. He kissed her nose, then her lips which she paused firmly. She held back a gasp as he nibbled on her ear. His kisses went lower, to her neck. She could not hold back the gasp as he kissed long and hard on her neck. He pushed down her dress, his palm embracing her breast. She hated how her body betrayed her, her nipples hardening for him.
“Oh!” she hissed as his tongue circled her stiff nipple. It felt so good. All her anger disappeared as she clutched at him. He sucked harder, biting softly on her.
Bear Claw was hungry for her, he sucked hungrily on her, enjoying her soft gasps which she tried to hide.
“Let go of me!” she mumbled, pushing him off her. Her anger had returned despite the pleasure she felt.
He replied by slipping his fingers into her. They both hissed as his dry fingers met her dripping wet folds. Her body pressed to him in excitement.
“I hate you!” she snapped as those fingers thrust into her. She squeezed her legs around him as they pounded faster into her. Faster and faster. He understood how hard she wanted this. “More!” she cried as he took her nipple, grazing his finger across a part of her that sent chills of pleasure all over her.
He responded with thrusting his thumb into her. She held back a moan, not wanting to be another topic amongst the women because of her sounds.
Bear Claw lifted his skirt, his rod was already firm for her. He turned her around, and plunged hard into her.
Her eyes rolled to the back as she clenched the fur beneath her. It was painful, the force he had thrust into her. But it felt so good as the pain reduced. Then he began to move. He gave her deep and long thrusts. It was hard. And she wanted more. She wanted him to take all of her in a way she had never been taken. He grabbed her breasts, squeezing them hard as he pounded harder into her. Her body leaned towards him, desperate to touch him.
