The previous chapter has been edited to reflect that Uncas does NOT have chest hair! ;) And thank you all for continuing to offer support for this story, especially loyal reviewers like MohawkWoman,assiage, and Aspen14. But truly every review means a lot to me, so thank you all!

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A week later

Uncas stared down at the sleeping blonde in his arms, her soft hair splayed out across his dark skin like a blanket. Throughout the night, she would murmur and cry out, but he found he could easily still her by stroking her bare arms gently and speaking to her in his native tongue.

He was glad he was able to soothe her back to sleep, not only because he knew she needed rest, but because his heart was heavy with many things. As much as he had enjoyed these past few days with her, he realized that the situation was untenable. Magua and his men were certainly arming for a battle, and there was no escaping the bloodshed that was coming their way. Nor did this frighten Uncas—he had always been a brave warrior, and unafraid of death as only a young, strong person can be. But now, with a wounded Alice by his side, he felt cloaked in dread.

He did not want to leave her, could not bear to see the expression on her face when he told her that he was leaving. Certainly she had been strong up until now and recovering nicely, but he feared that could change if he left. Though Uncas loved her with every cell of his body, he realized that Alice's adoration was different, that it also included an uncomplicated needfulness. He was her polar star, the guiding light she clung to when the darkness crept in.

Uncas saw how her eyes followed him as he moved about the tent, how she responded to him with a child-like obedience when he would order her to eat or rest, even when no one else could talk sense into her. It was almost as if she longed for him to tell her what to do, as if she needed him to give order and direction to the chaos of her life.

Uncas had to admit that her submission was both flattering and arousing, but it also worried him. How would she fare if he was not here to direct her? And was he being selfish by allowing her to rely on him so entirely, by encouraging her to see him as not just a lover, but also a father figure?

Alice moved in her sleep, throwing a leg over one of his. Uncas almost growled with desire as he felt her unconsciously rub her womanhood gently against his outer thigh. He had been refusing all of her advances for days, commanding her to focus on her healing and making sure not to be alone with her too often (which was easy with a watchful Cora always popping in and out).

In truth, he was a bit concerned that he had even pushed Alice too far that first night. Though it was the highlight of his twenty-seven years of memories, looking back upon it, he reflected that Alice had not been totally in her head—she was starving, injured, and senseless with joy. He had only wanted to bring her comfort, some form of pain relief, but perhaps he had been ungentlemanly. Remembering how he had stroked her and touched her in even her most forbidden place made him flush with embarrassment and excitement. Still, if he had pushed her too far, he reflected, why then did she respond with such pleasure and wildness?

Sighing quietly, he wished for the millionth time that he better understood English women. At one moment, Alice seemed almost naïve when it came to things of a physical nature—as if she were an utter child—but at the next moment, she was wholly a woman. Not only a woman, but a woman begging for his touch, for his body, for the release only he could give her. Even now, as she slept in his arms, he felt as though he could smell her very longing, the womanly odor he knew so well now to be hers and hers alone.

As if sensing his thoughts, Alice shifted and awoke, quickly batting her eyelashes across his chest as she adjusted to the low light of the tent.

"Uncas?" she whispered, running her lips back and forth across his pectorals, making him harden with arousal almost instantly.

He knew he should urge her back to sleep but something prevented him from doing so. Perhaps it was his fear of leaving her, or perhaps it was merely that her soft, warm body was too tempting to neglect. Even as she slowly kissed his muscles, carefully tracing reverent lines around his tattoos, he could sense that she was becoming wet.

"Little mouse," he said, running his hands up and down her back. "What are you doing to me?"

She looked up and bit her bottom lip, shrugging. "I don't know," she smiled, "Tell me what to do and I will do it."

"You ought to sleep," he said hesitantly.

"I'm not tired," she sighed, "All I do is sleep. I want—"

Here she stopped, her cheeks flushing a rosy hue.

"What do you want, lass?" Uncas asked, amused by her discomfort, and knowing exactly what was going on behind those dark gray eyes.

"You know," she whispered, "You know…like before. Like the first night."

He faked confusion. "The first night? I don't recall."

Her mouth fell open slightly.

He laughed, then said in a dark, low tone into her ear, "Speak it aloud."

"I can't!" Alice cried out in horror.

"Then how can I know what you mean?" he said, idly twisting one of her locks around his thumb.

She slapped him on the chest in frustration. He laughed at how ineffectual her small hands were, but as he saw the hurt dawning on her face, he stopped.

"Uncas…." She said, "Uncas…please."

He relented, and began kissing her along her quivering jawline. "Don't get upset, dear Alice."

"Don't you…don't you want to?" she asked, her eyes now looking fearfully into his.

He felt as though all the blood in his body was pooling towards his lower body. "More than you know," he said, "More than you know."

"Then why not? Is it because I do not know how to please you?" she asked, worry stalking across her face. "I don't understand. In my country, that is what the men want. A…a virgin. But here it seems…I am uncertain. Is my chastity not a virtue here as it is in my country?"

He put his thumb roughly upon her lips to still her from talking. "I don't care what they want in your country," he hissed. "I don't care what the white man wants from his women. Do you understand? You don't belong to the white man anymore."

She looked up at him with big eyes, and he tightened his grasp upon her.

"You belong to me now, Uncas. Uncas, the son of Chingachgook and the last pure-blooded Mohican born," he said, "And, I, I, Uncas will decide what happens here, what occurs here in the night when we are alone together."

A sad quizzical look passed over her face and she nodded meekly.

"Now," he commanded, "Get up and take off your chemise."

She started in surprise, peering up at him in utter shock.

Holding her in his face, he said, "I will show you what it is to please a man. When I am through with you, your white men will be but a memory. Now—disrobe."

With trembling legs she stood up, her hands hovering by her sides uncertainly.

Sighing he stood up and removed the silk gown in one simple movement, leaving her to emit a small gasp. He took his hands and locked them behind her neck, pushing against her naked body forcefully. A furious blush appeared on her face and she looked down at the ground.

"Look at me," he said. "Come, look at me."

Reluctantly, she did so.

"Do you know what happens when a man and a woman are together?"

She chewed her lip as her eyes flitted across his face, looking everywhere but into his own dark gaze.

"Has anyone ever taught you what happens?"

She continued to stand silently. With a bit of exasperation, he unlocked one of his hands and placed it between them, roughly finding her mound of soft blonde hair. Her hands flew up to his chest in shock, pressing against him as if asking for him to stop.

"Do you know I am going to enter you here?" he asked, beginning to move his fingers across her silky cunt. "Answer me, little one."

When she dropped her eyes again, he roughly stuck one finger inside of her wet opening, gripping his other arm behind her back so that she was unable to move. Alarmed, however, she tried desperately to step backwards, but her movements only allowed Uncas to move deeper inside of her. He did so gladly, inserting another finger and curving forward it, holding her imprisoned upon his hand.

"Uncas—Uncas, I…"

"Well?" he asked, using his thumb to slowly encircle her clitoris. "Answer me."

"I…I…y-yes," Alice cried, her eyes like saucers now under his gaze. "I know."

"Know what?"

"I know…you will enter me…there," she said, whispering the last word so quietly he could barely hear.

"Do you know it will hurt?" he asked, concern growing on his face. "That it will ache and burn and that you might bleed?"

She moaned now, her eyes fluttering shut as his fingers continued to move inside her.

"Do you heed?" he asked, now moving his other hand down to firmly grip her round bottom.

"I—I heed," she breathed, letting her forehead fall forward and collapse on his chest.

"Good," he said, smiling down at her. "Good girl. Are you my good girl?"

"MMmm—mmm," she said, her full lips now open and warm on his chest as she gave into the pleasure mindlessly.

He stopped moving his fingers abruptly and she looked up at him with a pout on her face.

"You must do as I say the whole time," he said, his fingers still buried deep in her cunt. "If you don't obey, I will not continue."

In frustration she gyrated her hips against him, trying to move against his fingers. It was difficult though, as his other hand held her bottom firmly. He smacked it gently, getting her attention once again.

"Aye?" he asked. "You will obey?"

"Mmm—"she said, ignoring him and trying to move up and down on his hand again.

"Alice!" he hissed, smacking her bottom harder this time.

That got her attention.

"Yes, yes, I will obey! I will obey you," she said, groaning with pleasure as he began to move his fingers in and out of her pussy once again. "I will obey you, Uncas…son of Chingachgook…the last pure-blooded Mohican born."

He could take it no longer. Removing his slick fingers, he picked her up and wrapped her legs around him.

"Lie down," he ordered, tossing her down as he began to undo his pants with one hand. "I can wait no longer."

And, then, he freed his large throbbing cock from his pants, and Alice's mouth fell open once again.