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more than she did him. She nodded at him. Her fingers
opened. The buffalo skin fell to the ground.
    “A goddess, is she not, White Hawk?”
    Fancy had eyes only for Bull Elk. Untying his rope from his
breechcloth, he showed his need for her. His cock surged upward, nearly to his
navel. She trembled at the sight of his balls, big, high and tight.
    “Shining Moon,” murmured White Hawk, “I would taste your
skin.”
    With wide eyes, she watched him advance and wait for her
permission.
    Dizzy with excitement at what the two men would do to her,
she nodded at the younger man. He too untied his breechcloth and displayed his
body for her. His nest of hair around his penis was thick and dark. His balls,
smaller than his brother’s, were nonetheless impressive. She gulped, wondering
if she would today be required—or allowed—to hold their weight in her hand. He
was as attractive as Bull Elk, but built more leanly. He was also quiet, his
gaze intense and oh so arousing. Could she be seduced by him as well as his
brother? Lord, she wanted to be. And soon.
    But his cock was more fascinating. Longer than Bull Elk’s,
White Hawk’s lance was blue with want of her and dribbling his own thick,
creamy seed. She bit her lower lip, desire rushing through her like a flash
flood after a thunderstorm. She swayed in such a swoon to have his mouth and
hands on her.
    Supporting her with one arm, White Hawk narrowed his gaze on
her. As he lifted her chin, she noted for the first time how sky-blue his eyes
were. As she wondered how that could be, she told herself to think on it later.
After she enjoyed herself here with him and whatever he had to do to her to
conform with their customs.
    So lost in her own musings, she gasped when he kissed her.
Short, sweet and hard, his kiss was more of a promise to be gentle than any
claim on her body. She reveled in his affection and stood motionless as he
retreated. Brushing his callused palms over her shoulders and her upper arms,
he bent and took one of her nipples in his hot, wet mouth. She groaned,
captivated by him. He caught her with one hand around her waist and bent her
backward as he lavished her other breast with his teeth and tongue. Would
she ever find two other such capable lovers?
    Dear God. Her head spun. Her nails gripped White
Hawk’s back. She would never need others because these two were so attuned to
her. So careful of her.
    He laid her on her back, but this time she was spread out on
a hide strung up off the ground. White Hawk pointed to the tree branches,
straight and carved, that had been used as rungs to support the affair that she
noted looked like a cot. He urged her to raise her arms over her head and
spread her legs. With the rawhide that had bound his breechcloth, he tied one
of her wrists to a post. Taking Bull Elk’s rawhide from his brother’s hands,
White Hawk bound her opposite ankle to another post. Then, removing a feather
from one of his braids, he stood over her and offered up a chant.
    Whatever he said, Fancy understood he promised her
excitement. Smiling tremulously, she welcomed his attention.
    Slowly, gently, he skimmed the frothy thing over her
forehead and eyelashes. Fancy quaked at the feel of it. He murmured something
as he continued, gracefully defining her nose and her mouth, the line of her
throat, the tip of one breast and then the other. Circling the feather over her
belly, he offered some incantation that she would wager was a plea to his Great
Spirit for her to conceive his brother’s child. But when he skipped over her
cunt and drew delicate patterns on her legs and tickled her toes, she laughed.
    But her laughter died the moment he placed his open hands to
either side of her pussy. As she arched at the thrill of his touch, Bull Elk
bent over her and kissed her lips.
    “We will take from you that maiden’s hair now, my moon.”
    Licking her lips, she grinned at him. “Hurry,” she urged
him, eager once more for his cock inside her.
    She heard