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Claire was sitting on the cougar furs thrown out on the ground, working a comb through her light blonde hair. She had been combing the tangles for quite a while, absently wondering what was taking Luke and Nathan so long, when a motion caught the corner of her gaze. She did not think much of the movement, as it raised her gaze slowly, while she continued to comb her hair. It was probably a deer or an owl, she thought. Yet, she had not heard the sweep of the owl’s wings. Then, in one second to the next, her heart skipped a thunderous beat as her gaze halted on the cause of the motion. It was an Indian!

He was standing as proud and as boldly as you please, right on the edge of the firelight from the camp fire. His dark eyes held diamond shaped highlights from the fire and his straight black hair picked up the rippling light like a polished mirror. Suddenly, Claire remembered to breathe and it came inside her lungs as a harsh pant as the comb fell from her fingers. She was terrified, yet a part of her mind could not help but admire the Indian’s noble baring. His skin was golden brown and every inch of his frame was corded with muscle, as he stood tall and straight, completely masculine in his baring. He was a wild forest prince.

Then, her blood pounded and she screamed, stumbling to her feet to run. Surely the savage would kill her. She was only able to sprint, three steps, before he grabbed her, and then he silenced her further screams of terror with his hand. His other arm circled her arms and waist, lifting her off the ground. She was imprisoned with her back against his bare chest, and though she tried to struggle, he was too strong. A vanquished whimper escaped her throat, along with her tears. Then suddenly, she heard halting words spoken into her ear in broken English!

"I not kill you, sunlight hair. No fear Utah."

Claire’s terror-stricken mind seized, upon Utah’s words, as if God had spoken a revelation into her ear. She did not care how unreasonable it was not to believe him. She was feeble-minded with relief, because the only other choice was her death, and she wanted to live. Her entire body sagged against Utah’s muscular frame and he removed his hand from her mouth, abruptly lifting her up into his arms. In a daze, Claire wondered what he was doing as he took lithe strides, moving in the direction that she knew the stream to be in.

Suddenly, Claire remembered Luke and Nathaniel, the two men that had purchased her, a week ago in Barstow, like buying a sack of potatoes for winter storage. She tried not to remember the way her stepfather had sold her for a bag of gold dust right after her ma had died of consumption. But, Luke and Nathaniel were at the stream bathing. What should she do? She had no caring for Luke or Nathaniel, but would Utah come upon them naked and defenseless—and kill them? She tried to think, but the effort was confused. Should she scream for help? Maybe the men already knew that she was captured and they were waiting to rescue her? Only, Utah kept striding toward the stream and nothing happened. No one jumped out to rescue her.

She began to shake with the effort she used to try and make herself cry out a warning to Luke and Nathaniel. Only, she was sure Utah would kill her for her treachery. But she could not let them die! A huge sob caught in her throat as she filled her lungs to scream.

"You are brave, sunlight hair, to try and warn your men," Utah uttered.

All the air blustered out of Claire’s lips and she found herself staring into the earthy brown depths of Utah’s eyes as he stopped walking and regarded her. She could see tenderness in his gaze, and she nearly started weeping, as he said, "Your men are captured by me. To yell, it would not help them."

Claire stared at the heathen prince puzzled by the meaning of his broken English, but then he stepped four or five paces out to the bank of the stream. Claire’s eyes widened as she foolishly clutched Utah’s muscled shoulders, because she saw both Nathaniel and Luke.

"Thank the lord," she whispered, because both men were alive. They were however, wholly naked and each man was tied in a standing position, to the low thick branches of a tree. They both had their arms strung out wide with their hands high over their heads and a gag was stuffed in each of their mouths. It was a defenseless position and Claire wondered in alarm if Utah intended to torture them. She had heard wild tales of Indian’s torturing white men before they killed them.

"What will you do to them?" she asked in a whisper, as Utah stood her on her feet with her back to the trunk of a wide oak tree. He murmured some unintelligible sound, low and deep, an Indian word perhaps, as his hands caught her wrists. His long golden-skinned fingers were like gentle manacles around her whiter wrists. Then without hesitation, he lifted her wrists up over her head and Claire saw that he had a strip of leather in his hands.

"I will not hurt you," he uttered as he tied her wrists above her head, wrapping the leather strip around a branch.

It was impossible for her to believe that Utah intended her no harm. She was in a helpless position and she could not control the tremor of fear that shivered down her limbs. Utah must have felt her fear, because he made soothing sounds like he was hushing a child. His slender hands came down over her bare arms slowly. He caught his thumbs for a moment in the hollow of her armpits, with his thumbs grazing the sides of her breasts, her rib cage, and then lower dipping into the hollow of her spine. His breath was warm against her temple with the smell of mint and pine as his hands moved lower over her anxious body.

Claire thought she should be stiff with fear, but everyplace that Utah’s hands molded over, loosened with his warm touch. Then, she felt his hands brushing over her hips, down her thighs, where he touched her skin below the hem of her shift. His slim hands roamed over her kneecaps and he lingered with the heat of his hands warming the back of her calves, until he circled both of her ankles. It was a caress, her mind spoke to her anxiously—and it could only mean one thing. However savagely noble Utah appeared, he meant to rape her. Yet would it be rape, Claire wondered, as a gasp left her throat with the feel of Utah raising her shift?

"No," she whimpered, trying to wiggle her legs away from Utah’s persistent hands. But, his hot hands caught her bare thighs under the hem of her shift and he held her still. Then, he looked up at her calmly, not moving, yet he was not taking his hands away either. A noble darkling prince kneeling at her feet, she thought crazily.

"I have watched you for two suns," Utah murmured, and then he grasped the hem of her shift and lifted it to her waist.

As if that were an answer, Claire thought raggedly, with her eyes clenched as she felt the cool night air rush against her bare skin. She had no under clothes, just the shift, and she stood tense and trembling waiting for Utah’s harsh touch. But it never came ,and she was forced against her will to peek at him, when it was the last thing she wanted to do. Utah’s gaze was waiting for her gaze, and in his sultry brown eyes, she could see yearning, determination, and t-tenderness. She nearly sobbed at the emotion in Utah’s simmering eyes. She would be taken once again without her consent, just as Luke and Nathaniel had.

"Beautiful."

Utah’s voice hung in a low resonant rumble as his dark eyes lowered to look at her loins. It was as though he were compelling her to believe that he meant the yellow curls between her thighs. She desperately wanted to believe him. She had never felt like this before, bound, captured, and helpless. Yet at the same moment, she felt treasured somehow by Utah’s gaze and the way he touched her. She was losing her mind, she thought, feeling the crisp night air swirling against a new dampness trickling in the crease of her exposed sex.

Claire’s gaze caught a movement and she lifted her eyes to see Nathaniel struggling against his bonds, with his bright blue eyes filled with rage. Strangely his male organ was not limp with defencelessness, but lengthy and rigid. Luke stood motionless also as he glared, and he too was filled, turgid, and bold. It was as frightening as it was galvanizing to look at both men, hard, with their unwanted desire, as she was wet with her yearning. Only to her, yearning brought along the hurtful frustration of always being left with an unrequited ache in her loins that never went away and tormented her.

All thoughts abruptly flew from Claire’s mind, as she belatedly realized that while her attention had been diverted for moments, Utah had used the time to slice the front of her shift open with his knife. A long knife that slid like butter through the worn gray material, so quickly he had her naked before her mind could fully understand the deed. The cold evening air washed her nipples into quivering pale, pink bumps. The night air stroked her bare thighs and made her belly clench as she tried to turn her body toward the tree trunk behind her. Senselessly, she thought to try and hide her nakedness. She moaned helplessly, because the thong tying her wrists would not allow her to turn more than just her profile, before she twisted to a stop.

"Please-please," she whimpered. She did not know what she was pleading for, there were too many things, but her gaze sought out Utah’s with a begging glance. She gasped suddenly and harshly, because Utah was standing inches from her, so close she had to tilt her head to see his eyes.

"I will not hurt you," he muttered, tilting his face to the side of her face, and she saw his flat nostrils flare as if he were inhaling her scent. "But, I must-," he muttered, brokenly. His voice sounded like a plea, just as hers had, only his voice was husky in its maleness, while hers had been shrill, and then Utah touched her bare skin with his warm hands and long fingers, up under her hair to stroke her back. He was careful, not rough, and she could feel the callous friction of his finger pads against her softer skin.

She caught Utah’s heated exhaling of breath, upon a sharp inhale of her own as her body bowed forward. Maybe closer, maybe not, she did not know her treacherous body’s mind. But the arc of her body grazed her hardened nipples against Utah’s chest as his hands enfolded both her naked buttocks with his long fingers, and he squeezed. There was no hair on his chest, just hot bronzed skin, shaped over flexing pronounced muscle. Sinew that tugged her nipples making her suddenly realized that Utah was lowering his body, slowly to kneel before her. What was he doing, her mind asked frantically, at the same moment, she chanted silently, he won’t hurt me, he won’t hurt me.

"Oh! Mercy! Oh hh!" Claire suddenly squealed in shocked surprise. His tongue! Utah had laved his tongue right into her sex, spreading the folds of her loins, and prodding the tender wet flesh, while her hips bucked upward. But, Utah held her jerky hips motion at bay with his hands clamped around her naked flanks. Then, he prodded her sex again, licking up through the crease of her loins. "Oh lord . . . l o r d!" Claire did not know if she was crying out in terror or pleasure. Her head fell back as the most ungodly pleasure she had ever felt, spiraled from Utah’s tongue licking her sex so carnally. She heard Utah chuckle as he laid one hand across her bare bottom, while he used his other hand to lift one of her legs up over his shoulder. Then, his tongue came back and explored the widened split made by her raised knee.

Claire’s fingers curled and her breasts ached as heat lapped over her skin, engorging her nipples to turgid peaks with two twin pulse beats biting at them. It was the yearning again, only this time it was a fire of need spreading through her body, but centering beneath Utah’s sinful tongue. Why would a man do such a thing to her, she wondered crazily? But then, she did not care what the answer was, because Utah had found a fold of her flesh, a lump of exquisite pleasure that he suckled with his mouth, making her cry out. Her fear now became that he would stop! "Please-please, don’t stop. Oh hh!"

Claire shamelessly ground her sex into Utah’s face, wantonly seeking to splay her sex lips wider with her foot balanced on his back as he twisted his head to the side for better access to her shuddering loins. Then, she felt Utah’s long finger slide inside her and her inner muscles immediately clenched around its width. "Yes," she cried, when Utah began to imitate a coupling motion with his finger pumping in and out of her, deep inside her, then out . . . to plunge deep again. "Oh, Utah," she cried, writhing and straining for the yearning to break free as Utah sucked harder and faster on the lump of her flesh that shot fire through her sex.

She felt maddened as she hung there with Utah sucking her most intimate flesh as she became primitive in her yearnings. She begged Utah not to stop as raw yearning spilled from her mouth in harshly panted moans. Then, suddenly everything went bright like a dozen shooting stars beneath her eyelids. Her body convulsed as the pleasure came to a rocking summit that rippled repeatedly in her sex, making her sob it was so sweet.

Utah’s tongue lapped widely and flatly, over and over her shuddering crevice, taking each ripple along the flat rough plane of his tongue, until she was whimpering and limp. Then, languished and dazed, Claire heard Utah say the word "beautiful." That word, and everything that had happened, brought tears to her eyes as she felt Utah slowly rise, rubbing his long firm body up the length of hers. He stood clasping her wrists, untying them, and when she would sink, he lifted her up into his arms as she clasped his neck. He turned, carrying her to a fur laid out on the mossy banks of the stream, which he set her in the middle of.

Claire regarded the promise in Utah’s coffee black eyes, and she was no longer afraid, but excited. She knew in her heart that this noble bronze prince, would not harm her. It made no sense, but she could not bring herself to question the reality of this dream. But then, as Utah began to lean over her, her gaze caught on Nathaniel and Luke. Both men were strangely subdued, yet watching intently, with their male members still stiff to the night air.

"They are watching us," Claire whispered, clutching Utah’s smoothly muscled shoulders as he began to lower her onto her back.

"It is good," Utah muttered as his leg came over the top of her legs and he straddled her thighs with his knees, while she held onto his forearms.

"But, what will you do to them?" Claire persisted as her gaze met Utah’s warm brown eyes.

"It is you who choose this, sunlight hair. I do as you tell me. I must go past the mountains at the suns rising." Utah’s long fingers spread out above her navel and began to slowly move up her rib cage, as he spoke. "I must take Illisway to mate. There is no choice for me. I must do this soon. But, you-." Utah’s voice became a husky rumble as he grazed the bottom slope of her breasts, making her arch upward beneath him. "I had no hope when I watched you. These two white dogs, I would kill them for you. They treat you as a slave. You would be better off."

"No," Claire gasped softly, and at the same moment Utah’s hands circled her breasts.

"You choose," he muttered, as his thumbs flicked over her nipples, making her whimper in heat, and then Utah muttered one final time. "May they learn to please you as a warrior should his woman."

Through Utah’s hands, Claire found the caresses of a skilled lover as he fondled and petted her breasts, giving her infinite amounts of time to fill her desires. He plucked her spiked nipple points upward, between his forefinger and thumb on both sides. Plucking high . . . releasing, then plucking again, until she panted and humped her hips beneath his thighs straddling her.

His gaze was hot and appreciative as he murmured, "What is your name, sunlight hair?"

Claire could barely answer as she stretched beneath him and gasped her name.

"Hmm," he rumbled, as his hands left her breasts and he pulled her upward into a sitting position, with her legs still under his. They were very close now, his chest to her breasts, and Claire felt dizzy and hot as she looked up past Utah’s chin. "I like this name." Utah brushed long strands of her hair through both his hands. His aquiline face and his dark eyes looked entranced as he studied her blonde hair with his hands sifting through the long tresses repeatedly. Each time Utah’s hands lifted upward to caress through her hair again, the two sinewy planes of his chest pressed into her bare breasts, plumping them against his heated flesh.

"Can I touch you?" Claire asked in a whisper, wetting her lips with the tip of her tongue as Utah’s gaze shifted down to her gaze.

"Yes." Utah smiled with slow movement of his lips that showed his pleasure at this thought. Then, he leaned back, supporting his angle with his palms flat on the fur and his gaze now catlike as he studied her.

Claire noticed first how the pressure on his arms bulged his wiry upper arm muscles outward. They were sun browned and when she stroked her hands down both arms to feel, she found snaking tendons of sinew the entire length. She brought her hands back upward with a sigh as she caressed over the thick bands of his shoulders. His hot skin flexed beneath her palms, nearly in a tremor, as she splayed her fingers wide over his muscle-padded chest. Then, Utah rumbled his pleasure, when she circled his coppery-brown male nipples with her fingertips.

Next, she swept her hands down the rigid lean sinew of his stomach, finding a sprinkling of hair from his navel to the top of his breechcloth. She stopped there and reached around, clasping each side of his flanks through the open sides of his breechcloth. She hummed deep in her throat, a yearning sound, and wriggled closer to him so that she could feel the hard shanks of his buttocks, so lean, yet muscular beneath her palms. Then, she rubbed the hard length of his thighs, reaching up to his knees, then back to his tight buttocks.

"Little Claire, will you take my breechcloth?" Utah murmured, with a husky warm invitation.

"Yes," she gushed softly, relishing the gift of choice and finding in the freedom, a pitched desire to see and touch Utah’s male member. Her fingers began to shake and the crease of her sex grew creamy with thoughts of Utah inside her. So much so that Utah had to help her untie the side of his breechcloth, before she could pull it off.

Utah leaned back, resting on his elbows, as he boldly pushed forward the stiff pole of his male member, in a proud uninhibited manner. It was as if he expected her to cherish it, she thought, taking a moment to let her gaze glide slowly over that which Utah displayed so proudly. Then, she realized that for the first time since becoming a man’s sexual possession that she was not afraid of this man’s dominating male weapon. Not this man, and not the beautiful sight of his hard male cock thrusting outward just for her.

Claire licked her lips slowly and leaned forward to grip Utah’s muscular thighs. He groaned in anticipation, making her smile, as she rubbed her hands up his warm flesh, until she found the crisp black hair surrounding his stiff male cock. The crinkly hair was hot and humid as she cast Utah a questioning glance.

"Yes," he growled in answer, shredding her hesitations as she put both her hands around his hot turgid cock. One on the top and one on the bottom, clasping the smoothly fleshed sheath of iron. She could not help her whimper of wonder and desire as she pressed and felt the pulse beat deep within him. Then, without even thinking of it before, she leaned forward and touched her lips to the smooth satin head.

"Ah hh, sunlight hair," Utah groaned with a surprised sound that turned into a blissful rumbling moan.

Utah tasted salty, musky, and hot as she filled her mouth with him. She took too much and she drew back to flick her tongue around the tip of the head. Then, she used one of her hands to feel the soft twin saks beneath, and at that kneading, Utah fell back completely onto his back with a groan. It was a powerful feeling to have such command over Utah’s noble strength and she gloried in it as she suckled him just as he had suckled her. Utah’s hips began to jerk upward and she tried to take deeper strokes with her mouth. The pulsing in the cavern of her mouth beat hard against her tongue, and then Utah groaned and pushed himself to sit. He took her head in his hands and gently raised it from her ministrations.

"Lay back, sunlight hair," he murmured in a husky voice, as he guided her onto her back, pulling her legs upward on either side of his hips.

Claire thought that Utah would enter her quickly, but instead he smiled slowly with his sensuous and tanned lips, while parts of his inky black hair fell over her breasts. He began to slide the hot steel of his member in through the expanded lips of her sex. Upward he slid, rubbing the sultry head over her tight nubbin, which was slick with desire. Claire tossed her head backward, arching her throat and lifting her hips with her heels caught around the back of Utah’s thighs. The motion begging him wantonly for more.

"You are slick for want of me, woman."

"Yes," Claire gasped as the thick head of Utah’s member rubbed her anxious flange of flesh and she dug her nails into Utah’s biceps.

"When I take you, you will scream for me, little Claire," Utah murmured, rubbing her hard.

"Y-Yes. Oh hh." Claire felt the sweet ache building in her so strongly that she was starved to have Utah enter her.

"You will do anything for me, sweet Claire, and I will ride you as a strong stallion."

"Please, Utah," she begged, raising her hips upward to receive more of his erotic rubbing as his words drove her passion higher.

"You want this?" he rumbled, stopping one stroke—to then tease the entrance to her core with the tip of his rigid groin.

"Yes," she whimpered, grasping his hard flanks, trying to pull him closer, but his strength denied her, as he just teased the opening, driving her wild.

"Ah, you are small, sweet sunlight. I will fill you hard."

Claire squirmed desperately. "Please, Utah. Please, now."

"Turn on your belly for me."

Claire gave no thoughts to the sexual command, but to obey, and she turned willingly and eagerly. However, Utah wanted her on her side as he came down on his side behind her, holding her buttocks ready. Then, he prodded her with the head of his member from behind, bending her over more at the waist, as his arms slipped around her waist on either side. Her sex was angled and slippery, and she felt the thickened head of Utah’s male cock pushing her opening, stretching her, as she whimpered in pleasure, trying to wriggle her bottom backwards to take more of him inside of her.

"You are eager, woman," Utah chuckled huskily, cupping her loins from the front with one hand and grasping one of her breasts with the other hand. "Fast . . . or slow, sunlight Claire?"

"Fast!" Claire begged, then she cried out in ecstasy as Utah thrust his entire length into her. Oh, so hard! The stretching and friction inside her were unnerving, as he pulled out and then he drove inward again with a slapping sound, as their thighs met. "Oh hh!" she cried as her head fell back onto Utah’s shoulder and he withdrew to thrust inside her again even stronger.

Her pleasure came in ebbs and flows, building to excruciating heights, then flowing to the rhythm of Utah’s powerful and rapid thrusts inside her. Then, to build once again even stronger than before. Her hands clutched into the fur, and she used her arms tension to hold her body from being propelled forward beneath Utah’s strong and forceful thrusting, while Utah stroked his fingers between the lips of her sex and pleasure spiraled through her loins.

"Come to me, sunlight Claire," Utah urged in a hoarse voice as he rubbed the nubbin of her passion harder, while pushing her hips high with hard rapid thrusts from behind.

"Oh hh! Oh hh!" Claire cried, humping back against Utah as the pleasure in her core tightened, then tightened more. She now knew where it would take her and she strained to let it free.

"Yes, sweet Claire," Utah hissed, pushing her over onto her belly as he swung his hips faster taking her breath away with his pounding thrusts. Then the shrieking aches inside of her exploded in pleasure so intense she screamed.

Utah growled in a bellow. "Claire!"

Claire felt a hot rush deep inside her contracting core. She could do more than ride the fierce pleasure to its climax as she scrapped her palms over the furs and sobbed. Utah rode her longer, seeming to want to glean every ripple of bliss that he could gain, until he slowed, panting heavily. Then, he embraced her with his arm between her breasts, and he pulled her to lie back on his heaving chest, as he nuzzled the back of her hair.

"I will not forget this, sunlight hair . . . never."