Warning: There is smut in this chapter, and to be safe, I had to cut those parts out. If you want the uncut version, just go to my FanFiction profile and click the link for the uncut version.
So I think now is about time to have our sexy wolf man exhibit a little more of his feral qualities, yeah? ;)
* In case if anyone is wondering: no, this chapter is very loosely based on Goethe's Faust. It is slightly inspired by the part where Faust is tempted by Mephisto to consummate his relationship with Margaret.
The Mohawk warrior sighed, satisfied that he was able to get his release at last. There was a ridiculous yet smug smile on his face as he got up from bed and pulled his pantaloons back up.
He figured that now should be the time to go take a nice, cool dip in the lake. However, he decided to stop by Iliana's room first to see if she was still there and perhaps chat for a bit. Seeing that she was not present, Ratonhnhaké:ton simply shrugged and went downstairs. He made his way to the tavern, expecting to see her there as usual. However, she was not there, either. Instead, Corinne served meals and drinks in her absence.
"Where is Iliana?" the Mohawk asked.
"Iliana? Oh, she went out to gather some berries in the forest," Corinne answered as she took Ratonhnhaké:ton's finished plates and utensils.
The Mohawk knitted his eyebrows. Berries? Why? He thought. "When did she leave?"
"Not too long ago—" the old maid strolled towards the kitchen basin and started washing the dishes—"Iliana said she wanted to make fruit pie, so she left to pick berries. If you want to catch up with her, she should be by the lake—she told me that was where she went to go berry-picking."
Lake? But I was going to… Ratonhnhaké:ton mused, frowning. On second thought, I could just put off washing for later. It would not hurt to see what Iliana is up to…"Alright. Thank you, ma'am—" Ratonhnhaké:ton quickly got up from his seat and dashed towards the exit—"I will be back later!"
"Take care, my dear! Don't get yourself into any trouble!" Corinne hollered as she observed the chap leaving the area.
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The power of the Eagle gave Ratonhnhaké:ton a freedom he'd never experienced before. Rather than travel by horse, he chose to travel by flight as it was certainly faster. The bird's eye view also gave him an advantage when it came to spotting his target. Thus, he soared into the air, flying from tree branch to tree branch with such grace. He arrived at the frontier lake, where he had located his target. He landed onto a bough, one that was close to Iliana but still far enough that she wouldn't be able to catch him. As he made himself comfortable, he observed her figure sauntering around and smirked when he spotted her wearing the daisy crown that he made for her. She looked like a saint, going about and wearing the flowery tiara atop the red shawl she often wrapped around her cranium.
The maiden strolled across the pastures until she came towards the edge of the lake. She set her empty basket down and wiped the sweat off her neck. She sighed as she was disappointed that she hadn't been able to come across any blueberries. Apparently, it was still too early in the season to pick them as none of the flora bore any fruit. She had been out in the wilderness for several minutes now, and already the heat of the afternoon sun was starting to make her feel hot and sticky. She pursed her lips; she could use a nice, cool bath right now. Glancing at her environment, she began to take her clothes off once she made sure that no one was watching her.
Meanwhile, at the bough not too far from her, a certain Mohawk warrior was shocked to see her undress. He couldn't do anything else but basically gawk. He watched her slowly remove her blouse, revealing her delicious, bare shoulders. He unexpectedly felt his pants tighten, causing him to groan in frustration.
"Wait, no…I should not be watching this," he told himself.
Conversely, there was something within him—something primal, something so carnal—that was persuading him to do otherwise. He could not explain what it was; only that it urged him so greatly that he had no choice but to surrender.
Soon, his demeanor changed—he was more feral this time, more wanton as he ogled at Iliana's half-naked body. Her back was turned towards him, but that didn't stop him from panting. He panted even more as she took her skirt off, his tongue lazily sticking out. He barked in approval, unknowing that he was loud enough to be heard by the maiden.
She turned around straight away, aware that someone—something was nearby. She searched her surroundings in panic—she could've sworn she heard a barking noise. Squinting, she scanned the area one last time until she was sure that there was no one here. She sighed in relief; she was glad there were no wolves around to attack her, so she could bathe in safety.
Little did she know, however, that there was one present, and he had come closer to her location in order to get a better view.
The skin-walker hid behind a tree, sticking his head out to peak at the damsel. As she removed her flower tiara and crimson shawl, Ratonhnhaké:ton circled in front of the tree so that he didn't have to keep sticking his head out. Iliana wouldn't be able to detect him from where he was at, so he relaxed himself and began to—
"Wait—what am I doing?" Ratonhnhaké:ton muttered, clutching this temples and panicking.
He shook his head vigorously, as if to get himself out of his trance. Yet that was useless against his struggle as his instinct called out to him once more. It spoke to him loudly in the language of the wolves, a language that he was able to understand:
"GO—YOU KNOW YOU WANT HER," it roared.
"I cannot…I shall not…" Ratonhnhaké:ton uttered weakly, tightening his hold on his temples. He entered another hallucinatory episode, except this time, it was not the voice of his mother he was hearing.
"WHY NOT? IN YOUR IMAGINATIONS, YOU SURRENDERED TO HER," it growled.
The skin-walker gazed up and was shaken to see that there was a wolf in front of him. It didn't look like the other wolves he previously encountered on his sky journey, though. This one appeared bigger, more beastly and rugged. Its fur was as black as the night, and its eyes were a glowing shade of carmine.
"I…I do not understand what you mean," Ratonhnhaké:ton mumbled, completely mystified.
"SEVERAL TIMES YOU HAVE FANTASIZED. YOU DESIRE HER," the beast bellowed.
"But it is too early—"
The beast roared once again, charging into Ratonhnhaké:ton until it merged with his soul. He gave out an agonizing cry, falling to the ground as his episode ended.
Iliana stood up in one swift motion from her spot at the lake, startled by the noises she heard. She peered around, pressing her lips together. This was the second time she heard something, yet she did not see anyone or anything else present. She furrowed her brows, suspicious. Wading towards the lakeside, she gathered her things in her hands and moved to a less conspicuous area.
As the skin-walker recovered from his hallucination, he noticed that his object of desire was no more present near his location. Snarling, he transformed into an eagle and flew from treetop to treetop until he was able to find her. Impatient, he climbed down the tree as quickly as possible and got himself situated on the edge of the cliff where he could easily spy on the maiden.
Iliana grabbed a fresh bar of soap from her pile of stuff on the ground and waded back to the cliff side. As she washed herself, she let her mind wander, thinking back to how she found her suitor's chest quite attractive. She wanted to feel his hard pecs again and trace her fingers down his chiseled abs. She imagined his strong arms wrapping around her, feeling the small of her back, roaming up her spine, caressing her soft mounds of flesh…
Confident that no one was watching, she soaped her breasts then began fondling them, moaning as she teased her nipples.
Meanwhile, above her, the skin-walker took his pantaloons off in no time and got straight down to business. Already was his cock half-erect from his recent arousal; he wrapped his palm around it and started stroking.
Iliana grazed the bar of soap down her stomach, lathering the smooth skin. She moved further south, soaping up her nether regions. Feeling that she was thoroughly cleansed, she placed the bar onto a nearby rock then initiated splashing herself.
Ratonhnaké:ton leered; it had been a long time since he last saw her naked, so to see to her literally in the flesh was quite refreshing—and definitely arousing. He studied her form, how her breasts were just the right size for her body. He smacked his lips as his gaze trailed down her smooth, flat stomach. Her hourglass figure was pleasing to his eyes; her shapely legs even more so. Overall, she seemed statuesque, just standing there and washing herself.
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Above her, Ratonhnhaké:ton saw that she halted all of her activities. He furrowed his brows, eyes intently watching her as he waited to see what else she would do. Regardless, he still continued to stroke himself, although slower this time.
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Iliana was so into the act that she didn't notice herself stopping all of a sudden, as if her warrior was currently teasing her. She whined; she could practically hear him chuckling and purring into her ear, "Let me hear you beg for it."
"Please," she begged, biting her lower lip.
"Louder! Let me hear you say it—with my name."
"Ratonhnhaké:ton, please!"
The skin-walker froze, shocked at what he just heard. Did—did she just call out to me!? He thought, baffled. He gawked at her, noticing the pleading look on her exquisite face. Suddenly, he became irritated and snarled. Damn it, I should be down there! I should be the one pleasuring her!
He stood up in haste and impatiently put his pants back together. Uninhibited by reason, he activated eagle flight once again, swooping down to the lake then transitioning into his wolf powers. A mischievous idea came to him out of the blue: smirking, he invisibly crept towards the maiden.
Unaware that there was someone behind her, Iliana simply carried on with her fantasies. She visualized Ratonhnhaké:ton smiling smugly, osculating her then flipping her around so that he was in the rear.
"I heard you, konwakeri," the real Mohawk warrior from behind whispered into her ear. "I will finish what you started."
Not being able to tell apart fantasy from reality, Iliana moaned in approval, unknowing that the invisible man took her fingers out of her entrance and replaced them with his. She hitched a breath, feeling him work with such swift precision as if he had done this before.
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Iliana limped, knocked out by her climax. She couldn't think at all; her mind was drawing blanks and the only thing she could see was blackness. She hadn't had a powerful orgasm for such a long time that she was in awe of how she was able to make herself come like that. She was still unmoving, solely letting Ratonhnhaké:ton leave sweet kisses down the side of her neck. He removed his fingers from her moist inside, licking her essence off and delighting in its taste.
"I miss this," he whispered, gently biting her earlobe.
Iliana couldn't do much except moan, for she was too exhausted to do anything else. Wow, when did my imagination get so—her eyes fluttered open, baffled that she was no longer in control of her fantasies. Looking down, she gasped when she saw that what she had been imagining was in fact, quite real.
She freed herself from Ratonhnhaké:ton's grasp, spinning around to gawk at him.
He didn't say anything as he simply licked the remainders of the woman's fluids off his fingers. He leered, smug that he was able to please her at last.
Iliana rubbed her eyes, still in doubt that what she was seeing and what she felt all along was real. "¡Dios mío!(1)" she exclaimed, placing her hand over her heart and freaking out. "But—how!?"
Wanting to be sly, the skin-walker answered, "You screamed my name, so I granted your wish."
Iliana just glared at him. "¡Imposible!" she spat. Just then, she noticed that she was still buck naked, so she flew her hands over her exposed parts in a pathetic attempt to cover them.
Ratonhnhaké:ton smirked, amused that she was trying to shield herself. "Resistance is futile," he stated, taking a step closer to her. "Besides, I have seen you naked before."
Her eyes widened when she felt Ratonhnhaké:ton's hard bulge poke her stomach. She didn't know whether to feel offended or flattered that he was still aroused by her. "W-what—when?" she questioned, mouth agape.
"Remember, I have known you from a previous life," he purred, snaking his arms around her and grazing his callous palms up and down her back. "You look beautiful now, as you did back then."
Iliana looked into his eyes, noticing how there was something there that wasn't exactly him, but she couldn't discern just what it was. She gasped as she sensed him humping her ever so slightly, and she looked down to see that his pantaloons made a tent. She snarled, having an urge all of a sudden to hurl insults in Spanish at the bloke and strangle him. Pushing him away and shielding herself again, she spat, " "¡Tú! ¡¿Cómo te atreves?!, no puedes ir por ahí y como por arte de magia complacer a las mujeres así nada más! ¡¿Cómo... cómo te atreves?! Ay Dios... esto es una locura..."
Ratonhnhaké:ton almost laughed, suppressing it as he saw that the damsel was getting angrier by the minute. He loved it when she would get fiery like this, and it turned him on even more. He showcased a sly smirk and commented, "I am afraid that I do not understand what you just spoke."
Iliana rolled her eyes hard then articulated, "I said, 'You—how dare you! You can't just go around and—and—magically please women like that! Just—how—how dare you! Oh my God...this is insane...'"
The skin-walker didn't know whether he wanted to cackle or shake his head and sigh. Grumbling, he figured that he might as well tell her the truth—or at least part of it. She need not know about his powers just yet… "I was going to take a bath, you know—that is, until I found you…in this situation…" He spread his arms out, as if to indicate to her that he was mentioning her bare form.
"You mean, you were spying on me!?" Iliana shrieked, frantic.
Ratonhnhaké:ton hesitated to answer. "No, I was not," he lied yet kept a serious face. "I was shocked to stumble upon you in this situation. Then I was confused when I heard you scream my name. So—so I thought…" he rubbed the back of his neck, pretending to be awkward. Ironically, he usually would be, but the way that his primal instincts took over had him act otherwise. "I thought you were actually calling me."
Iliana's jaw dropped; she covered it with both hands, not knowing exactly how to feel. She was angry, shaken, and embarrassed all at the same time—angry that Ratonhnhaké:ton came across her while she was bathing, shaken that he encountered her pleasuring herself, and embarrassed that of all the things he had to discover, it had to be about her masturbating exactly to the fantasy of him. She was hyperventilating, fanning herself in an attempt to relax. "Señor, ten misericordia de mí!"(2) she uttered.
Ratonhnhaké:ton rolled his eyes then strode towards her. "Iliana," he spoke, snatching her waist and pinning her wrists above her so that she doesn't push him away again. "The only woman I want to please is you. If you did not enjoy what I offered, then tell me."
The Latina gawked, surprised by his statement. She would have felt flattered had it not been for the way had been behaving lately. She stared at her wrists, attempting to free them. It was no use though, for Ratonhnhaké:ton's grip was too strong. She looked back at his face and almost let out a whimper. The way her nude body was vulnerable like this to him, along with the way he was seizing her, turned her on so much that she couldn't restrict the whimper in her throat any longer. ¡Maldita sea!3 she thought; she hated how much he was making her so sexually frustrated.
The skin-walker sniffed, detecting her tell-tale scent of arousal. Leering, he purred, "I can tell that quite like this."
Iliana squeezed her eyes shut then whined, "Ratonhnhaké:ton, please! Stop…you…" she struggled to free her wrists again but to no avail. "Stop making me so frustrated…"
"If you need to be relieved again then I can always lend you a hand," he suggested, eyes half-closed as he became more lascivious.
Iliana's expression twisted into one of agony. "I—I enjoyed what you did to me, okay!? Now please, please…" she sobbed. "Please do, I need it."
Smirking, Ratonhnhaké:ton dragged her towards the lakeside and threw her onto the ground.
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A few minutes had passed until Iliana was able to regain consciousness. Moaning, she rubbed her eyes and blinked, seeing Ratonhnhaké:ton hover above her. He eyed her with such satisfaction that he took his digits into his mouth and lapped them again. It tormented her, and he simply flaunted a wolfish grin.
¡Dios mío! I'll melt if he keeps on doing this, Iliana thought as she gawped. "How…how did you get so good at this?" she mumbled.
He nuzzled her neck and murmured, "As I have said, I have seen you naked countless of times. We were lovers, you and I, and I memorized every single place on your body that was delightful to touch." He kissed the crook of her neck and pushed his aching loins onto her, leaving her neck to lock eyes with her. "You look so lovely with this blush all over you."
Iliana blinked stupidly, flattered by his compliment. She showcased a coy smile in response. "You are trying to make me melt, aren't you?" she said coquettishly. She saw how his smug expression contorted into one that spoke of yearning. "Well then…" she crooned, eyes lighting up with desire. "If what you know about my body is true, then let me see you naked…"
The skin-walker flashed another wolfish grin. Somewhere in the recesses of his mind, he could hear his inner beast howling, as if it were about to claim victory. However, at that moment, Ratonhnhaké:ton strangled it and was able to regain composure. Everything came crashing down on him as his reasoning returned. Blinking several times, he stared at Iliana, bewildered at everything. He squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head. "No…" he voiced, standing up and stepping away from her; he clutched the sides of his skull. "This—this is all wrong—I cannot…"
Iliana frowned as she became concerned at what was happening to her love. "But—but it is only fair if I see the rest of you since you've already seen me nude," she proclaimed, confused as to what was going on. She got off the ground and walked towards him, placing a hand on his arm.
"No—" he swatted Iliana's hand away and seized her shoulders. He growled, "All of this—everything—it is not right! It is all too soon…"
The lady's features softened as she bore pity for his suffering. Taking his hands off her shoulders and gathering them in hers, she murmured, "Nanichi…look at you, trying to restrain yourself. You were always the gentleman…" she cupped Ratonhnhaké:ton's cheek and susurrated, "I understand what you're trying to say. We don't have to go that far. But let me—'help' you, as you have done the same to me."
There was anguish on the Mohawk's face as he gazed at his beloved. "No, I can take care of it myself—"
"Ratonhnhaké:ton," Iliana articulated, expression serious. "Please…just this once."
Sighing in defeat, the skin-walker just nodded his head.
Iliana beamed, kissing his lips to calm his nerves while her hands fumbled with the sash that kept his pantaloons together. They slid down his legs and pooled around his ankles. Fearing that his inner wolf would come roaring back, he nervously embraced his woman.
She broke the kiss, glancing at him before taking his wolf hood off.
"W-what are you doing?" Ratonhnhaké:ton sputtered.
"Taking this off—" she held the hood in one palm and combed his hair with the other—"I don't see you often without your hood on."
He felt as if part of him had been stripped away now that his hood was off. The low grumble from his beast within became muted as he went back to being more like himself.
Iliana continued to lock eyes with him, smiling as she studied his features. "I think you look beautiful, too," she mumbled, leaning in to steal another kiss.
Ratonhnhaké:ton roamed his palms all over her back, more relaxed this time as he eased himself into the kiss. He gently bit her lower lip, taking it into his mouth and suckling on it. Iliana encircled an arm around him, tightening her grip as she commenced stroking his weapon with her free hand.
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"How did I do?" Iliana prompted, a deep blush tainting her damp cheeks.
"Wonderful," he murmured; he took her hand and started guiding her towards a location in the lake where they can sit down and rest their backs against the rocks. He situated Iliana in front of him, her back facing him as he reclined onto a smooth rock surface. He rested his chin on top of her crown and let his palms roam all over her moist, silky skin. She smiled, although she pursed her lips as concerns invaded her thoughts.
"If this is how our past life was like, then I wish I could remember," she susurrated; her eyes were getting watery and her mouth dared to twist into a frown. She blinked then splashed her eyes with the lake water so that the tears would go away.
"I wish for the same," Ratonhnhaké:ton mumbled, lifting her wrist up and pressing his lips onto it.
"Nanichi…" she uttered, so floored by his love for her.
"What does that word mean?" he asked.
Iliana turned her head around to look at him. "It means 'my love' in Taíno."
He stared at her, trying to compute what she just said. She hardly ever used Taíno words in their previous life, for much of her mother's culture was lost and assimilated into Spanish society. So to hear her speak them now was a curious sight. "Norónhkhwa—that is the Kanien'kéha word for it," he responded. He cupped her chin and kissed her briefly, shifting her position by having her sit sideways. He gathered her thighs in one arm and cradled her neck in the other so that he could get a better angle. Then, easing his tongue between her lips, he deepened the kiss.
The woman circled her arms around Ratonhnhaké:ton's shoulders and neck, slipping her tongue into his mouth. She teased his, wrestling it while she caressed his velvety skin. He just felt so much that he helplessly snatched her right breast in his palm and fondled it. He wanted to let her know just how much he loved her, how the woman he always fantasized about was her and not one but her. He playfully tugged her lips before releasing it. With a smirk, he purred, "Norónhkhwa, since when did you start daydreaming about me in…that way?"
The damsel blinked rapidly then simpered. "I only started today," she answered, grabbing a lock of her hair and twirling it in her fingers. She pressed it between her lips in a poor attempt to cover her coy smile. A few giggles escaped her lips, and she batted her eyelashes.
Leering, Ratonhnhaké:ton pecked her forehead and susurrated, "You know, I was going to bathe alone in the lake…but I think having you here made my routine better."
Iliana chuckled and coyly hid her mouth behind her palm. "Well, let me tell you, I thought of you when you were away—" she sat more upright now then cradled the Mohawk's face in her palm, her visage changing to a solemn one. She whispered, "I missed you, Ratonhnhaké:ton."
"I missed you, too, Iliana," Ratonhnhaké:ton mumbled, expression softening. "You were always on my mind when I was away."
The damsel beamed; then, smashing her lips against his, she became lost in the sea of passion once more.
An ample of time had passed since the couple initiated their petting session. They were out of the lake now and helped put each other's clothes back on. As Iliana was tying her shawl around her shoulders, Ratonhnhaké:ton placed the daisy tiara on her cranium, making her smile.
"You look lovely with the crown I made you," Ratonhnhaké:ton stated.
The smile on Iliana's face broadened to a grin. "Oh you—" she grasped one of the man's wolf pelt ears and tugged it playfully—"You are such a sweetheart. I was going to make blueberry pie had there been any blueberries ready for harvest, but there haven't. So tonight, I'll make you apple pie in return."
Ratonhnhaké:ton beamed in approval then picked up her basket. "Pie sounds nice," he remarked. "I always liked your cooking."
Iliana covered her mouth and giggled. "Oh stop it, you," she said; she pecked him on the lips and grinned. Soon however, she exhibited concern. "Will you be returning to Boston?"
"No, not for a few days," he replied, taking her hand in his free one as they commenced strolling. "I…" he hesitated on telling her about his phantasms for fear that she would grow even more anxious. "I just need some time to myself. I cannot put it off going after Washington for too long, although I must also plan carefully and not rush things."
Iliana simply nodded. "Will you be able to tell me the rest of your story tonight, then?"
"What story?"
"You know, the one about us—the summer of seventeen-seventy-nine."
"Oh—of course!"
Smiling, Iliana led him to where she kept her horse. He helped her get onto it then got himself situated behind her. As he circled his arms around her to grip the horse's reins, she beamed, loving the feeling of being this close to him once more. Then, Ratonhnhaké:ton pulled on the reins, trigging the horse to gallop. Soon enough, they were off to Mile's End.
(1) 'My God!' in Spanish
(2) 'Lord, have mercy on me!' in Spanish
