Chapter 23 - Pocahontas and Esmeralda
Pocahontas found a leaf large enough to function as a makeshift towel as she returned to her village, nestled deep within the forest where she had abandoned Kocouom at the altar earlier that day. The leaf was coarse against her bronzed skin, and she couldn't wait to discard it and don fresh attire. She hid behind some shrubs, observing as nearly everyone in her tribe seemed to be on the hunt for her. As the chief's daughter, her disappearance caused quite a commotion. She noticed Kocouom seated shirtless on a rock, flanked by a dozen fawning women offering consolation and eagerly touching his muscular chest. Pocahontas failed to understand the source of their adoration for him; while he was undeniably handsome, he lacked the sense of humor that made him enjoyable company.
"She just left me standing there," Kocouom lamented dejectedly, as if he couldn't believe it.
The women around him replied with sympathetic "awws" and even leveled criticism at Pocahontas, deeming her an ungrateful bitch for leaving such an attractive man.
Pocahontas snorted contemptuously and made her way into her hut unnoticed, discarding the leaf and exhaling deeply. She located a beige buckskin dress she had created herself, adorned with feathers and turquoise stones.
"Where the hell have you been?" a voice startled Pocahontas as she slipped the dress over her head, causing her to leap in surprise and pivot on her heel.
Standing behind her was Nakoma, a girl with small black eyes, a tiny nose and mouth, and long black hair.
"Jesus Christ, Nakoma, you scared me," Pocahontas said, fumbling with feathered earrings fastened with leather cords and turquoise beads.
Nakoma glared at her with her arms folded. "Everyone is searching for you. Why did you leave?"
"I can't marry Kocoum," Pocahontas replied, running her fingers through her raven-black hair. "My path is taking me elsewhere."
"What do you mean?" Nakoma demanded, pushing aside the hut's curtain to catch a glimpse of Kocoum, who was still being doted upon by the smitten women. "He's such a hunk. Look at those pecs."
Pocahontas merely shrugged as she packed a satchel with essentials for her journey.
"Remember that dream I told you about with the spinning arrow?"
"Yeah," Nakoma replied.
"Well, I believe this is that arrow," Pocahontas explained, presenting Nakoma with the compass she had received from Jane. "My intuition tells me to follow it, and the wind is leading me away from here."
"So you're really leaving?" Nakoma asked, struggling to comprehend Pocahontas' decision.
Pocahontas nodded resolutely.
"And you're not marrying Kocoum?" Nakoma asked curiously as Pocahontas packed her belongings.
Pocahontas scoffed. "No way," she replied emphatically, rolling her eyes for emphasis. She picked up the compass Jane had given her and placed it in her satchel.
Jane glanced out of the corner of the tent to see Kocoum still surrounded by a group of admirers. "Heck, I'll take him then," Nakoma said with a wink.
Pocahontas chuckled. "Go for it. But remember, he's a handful."
As Pocahontas passed through the entrance, Nakoma seized her inner thigh beneath her dress. Pocahontas' eyes widened in surprise as she met Nakoma's gaze.
"A quickie before you go?" Nakoma propositioned, her voice sultry and commanding.
Pocahontas hesitated, feeling the familiar tug of desire. Nakoma's body was a sight to behold, and they had shared some unforgettable encounters in the past.
"I can't," Pocahontas finally replied, her voice husky with restraint. "It's getting dark, and when everyone returns, it'll be impossible to sneak out unnoticed."
Reluctantly, Pocahontas disentangled Nakoma's hand, but she leaned in for a passionate kiss.
"Tell my father I said hello," she whispered before making her exit. The scent of Nakoma's perfume lingered in her nostrils, a tantalizing reminder of what could have been.
Despite the urgency of her departure, she moved gracefully, her bare feet barely making a sound on the ground. She ducked behind bushes and trees whenever she heard a search party approaching, confident in her ability to slip away unnoticed.
After an hour or so of careful evasion, Pocahontas felt sure she was alone. She followed the compass's lead, walking straight into the unknown. As the sky began to lighten with the approach of dawn, she spotted smoke in the distance. Encouraged by the sight, she picked up her pace, her heart pounding in her chest. She moved like the wind itself, her feet barely touching the ground as she ran toward the source of the smoke.
As she approached the bustling square of the village, Pocahontas was struck by the cacophony of noise - salesmen chanting, pigs grunting, children screaming. But amidst the chaos, whispers began to spread, like a wildfire sparked by prejudice. "Is that a savage?" a young boy asked his mother. "What is such an uncivilized thing doing here?" one woman murmured.
Pocahontas tried to ignore the stares and snickers, searching the crowd for Jane or Tiana. And then, like a beacon in the darkness, she saw Jane's familiar form, engaged in an angry conversation with an old man outside a store.
"What's all the hullabaloo about?" Jane demanded angrily of the librarian. "You realize that everyone in this town is illiterate, and you just banned two of your only customers?"
The librarian defended himself, "This library does not tolerate the kind of profane behavior that you and that Belle-girl were displaying on my couch."
Pocahontas stepped forward, revealing her presence. "Who's Belle?" she asked.
The librarian recoiled, clearly never having seen a native before. Jane turned and gasped when she saw Pocahontas. "Oh my god! You're that girl from the forest!" she exclaimed excitedly. "I can't believe you're here."
"I've been dying to see you since you left," Pocahontas replied, grabbing Jane's hand. "You were the best fuck I ever had," Jane said enthusiastically.
"Oh my God, you as well. You were hands down the most incredible lay I've ever experienced," Jane exclaimed with enthusiasm.
The librarian couldn't help but overhear the conversation and interjected abruptly, "Excuse me."
Belle groaned. "Because this girl Belle and I had sex in his store one time, he is banning us forever," Jane explained to Pocahontas with bitterness in her voice.
"Who's Belle? She sounds hot, can I meet her?" Pocahontas asked.
Jane shrugged. "I have no idea where she is."
The librarian rubbed his temples in frustration. "I can't deal with this. Good day to you both." He tried to close the door, but Jane stopped him.
"Stop!" she sighed. "If you won't let me in, can you at least tell me where the nearest library is?"
"About four kilometers east of here," he said coldly and shut the door.
"Why do you need one of those libraryes anyway?" Pocahontas asked.
"Gorilla research. Since I spent all my time in the woods with you last time, I didn't meet any. So I have to go out there again, and I forgot most of my research. Hence, I need some books."
Pocahontas nodded, not fully understanding.
"It's a shame though," Jane said, running her hand over Pocahontas' curvy body. "I really want to be with you, but it's indeed urgent with the books, so I've got to get going."
Pocahontas looked sad with her big puppy eyes.
"But!" Jane exclaimed. "What do you say we meet at this spot tonight? I know a great restaurant nearby."
"A what now?" Pocahontas asked, confused. Jane couldn't help but giggle at Pocahontas' ignorance.
"A place where you eat," Jane explained, reaching into her pocket and pulling out a few gold coins. "Take these. You give them to people if you want something from them. We call it money. There's a lot of stuff to do in this town, so I'm sure you'll find a way to pass the time."
"No, I can't take these," Pocahontas said modestly.
"Don't worry about it," Jane said, kissing Pocahontas on the lips. "My dad's a famous wealthy scientist. Shall we say 6 o'clock?"
When Pocahontas looked confused once again, Jane pointed to a large church with an enormous clock. "When the short arrow points to six, then it's 6 o'clock. There will be some really loud bells ringing, it's unmistakable. Rumor has it some weird hunchback is ringing them."
"Okay," Pocahontas said, still not knowing what to do with that information.
"Well, see ya," Jane said and disappeared in an instant.
Pocahontas felt like a stranger in this grimy, hurried village, her thoughts consumed by the unwanted stares that followed her every move. The sight of a flashing sign featuring a nude woman's silhouette piqued her interest, and she decided to investigate. A massive man, nearly as imposing as Kocoum, stood sentry outside the club. When he asked for money, she hesitated before producing the gleaming gold coins. His eyes widened, appreciating their worth. With a nod, he let her pass, instructing her to take a left.
Inside, the noise and excitement were overwhelming—a jumble of bright lights and strange music, half-naked women gyrating on makeshift stages while men hurled green paper at them. Pocahontas ignored the main floor, instead opting for the left, where she entered a private VIP room adorned with red lights and soft couches. A small table stood in front of a luxurious couch, adorned with a crystal vase holding a full glass of champagne and its bottle. Before the table, a stage-like structure featured a pole ascending from the floor to the ceiling. Pocahontas didn't know what to expect, so she settled into the couch, nursing her first glass of champagne. The intoxicating liquid was foreign and unexpectedly delicious. Without second thought, she emptied the glass and filled it again.
Suddenly, the stage curtains moved, interrupting her trance-like state. Her breath caught in her throat as a stunning Romani woman in red lingerie emerged. With her sultry movements, she entranced Pocahontas, who could scarcely believe her eyes as the woman teasingly ground her magnificent behind in front of her. Entranced, Pocahontas took a long sip of her champagne, allowing the stimulating dance to drive her further into arousal. She touched her hair absently, lost in the moment.
The woman, whose name was Esmeralda, left Pocahontas breathless. She had never witnessed a body like hers—shapely and sensuous, with two plump, firm breasts and emerald green eyes that captivated her. The raven-haired beauty twirled gracefully, allowing Pocahontas to get a full appreciation of her exquisite rear, which she displayed with equal parts confidence and sensuality.
Then Esmeralda beckoned Pocahontas with her index finger. Pocahontas foolishly pointed to herself as if to ask if it was her that she was referring to, but it could only be her as there were nobody else in the room. With an excited little jump, like a kid on Christmas morning, she got off the couch, but Esmeralda was already on all fours and crawling to her like a hungry tiger. Pocahontas watched in amazement as Esmeralda squatted down with spread legs, and after licking her finger sexily, pulled her small panties aside and touched her wet pussy right in front of her mesmerized spectator. Esmeralda put her finger filled with pussy juice in front of Pocahontas' face who naturally sucked the whole thing off.
Esmeralda got off the stage and stood before Pocahontas, who stared at her panty-covered crotch.
"Take them off," Esmeralda mouthed to Pocahontas and turned around, showing off her luxurious ass once again.
Pocahontas slipped them right off Esmeralda's ass, and Esmeralda bent forward, putting her pussy right in front of Pocahontas' face, but she turned around before she could touch it.
She sat down on Pocahontas' lap and started dry-humping her beautiful savage client, her big tits in Pocahontas' face as she unbuttoned the bra behind her back. It slipped down, and her hard nipples were freed. Pocahontas shuddered. She hesitantly parted her lips, and Esmeralda pressed her torso forward, pushing her nipple and areola into Pocahontas' mouth. Her hips were working in time to the music. Time lost all meaning to Pocahontas as her world shrunk down to just her and the soft, salty, sexy girl. Esmeralda's mound, bumping and rubbing against Pocahontas' pussy, was driving her crazy. Pocahontas moaned softly. She could feel the champagne creeping up on her, and she felt increasingly horny. Esmeralda gently lifted Pocahontas' chin and kissed her passionately, but Pocahontas wanted it rough and bit Esmeralda's lip. Esmeralda liked it. She pulled at the collar on Pocahontas' buckskin dress and followed her up on the stage. She took her by her hands and got her to her feet. Then she pushed her against the strip pole and forced her arms over her head before she took her dress off her. She wore nothing underneath. Esmeralda's eyes elevated, and then she smiled, pleased with what she saw. She took the pink ribbon out of her hair. Then she held Pocahontas' hands together over her head and tied them to the strip pole in a tight knot. Pocahontas bit her lip and tried to break free, but it was too tight.
"Oooh, you are naughty," Pocahontas said. She was loving this.
Esmeralda put her mouth on Pocahontas' hard nipples and caressed her flat stomach. Her head went further down, and she licked all over her belly and reached her abdomen. Pocahontas was going mad with anticipation as Esmeralda expertly found her entrance and curled two fingers into her tight passage. Pocahontas was so wet she experienced no pain, only a wild thrill. Esmeralda drove her fingers into Pocahontas' molten sex. Two thrusts and Pocahontas was moaning. In ten, she was biting her lip and fighting back the rising tide. Esmeralda seemed to be taking her cue from the driving rhythm of the music. Somewhere between halfbeats, Pocahontas' body stiffened, and on the downbeat, she felt her pussy quiver in delight.
Pocahontas shuddered as Esmeralda's supple tongue caressed her sensitive pussy and flicked at her swollen clit. Her body bucked against the pole in response. The intense sensation sent waves of pure bliss coursing through her like a runaway freight train, and her mind exploded in a shower of sparks as she cried out.
The sound of a guitar shriek and the thunderous drumming outside the VIP room only added to her euphoria. Esmeralda freed Pocahontas from her bonds, and as she collapsed to the floor, gasping for breath, Esmeralda sauntered over to the table. Her hips swayed seductively as she grabbed the champagne flask and downed a slurp straight from the bottle. She then poured the remainder over Pocahontas' trembling body, drenching her large breasts in bubbly liquid. Pocahontas laughed and gasped, marveling at the sight of her soaked form.
Esmeralda commanded Pocahontas to lick her ass, and the Indian complied instantly, her hunger for pleasure making restraint an impossibility. She swabbed her tongue over Esmeralda's tight asshole and thrust two fingers into her wet pussy with a relentless rhythm of 280 beats per minute. Esmeralda screamed in pleasure as waves of ecstasy washed over her. Pocahontas then inserted another finger and licked fiercely at her clit, the pleasure building to unbearable heights.
Esmeralda's cries of pleasure grew louder, punctuated by more explicit language as her body convulsed again and again. She started to squirt, a powerful torrent of fluids flooding the club's floor. Pocahontas laughed hysterically, caught up in the wild atmosphere.
"Yes, squirt for me, you dirty slut!" she yelled, seizing Esmeralda's hair and forcing her to look at her. Their eyes locked as they exchanged passionate kisses. "Now lick it up," Pocahontas commanded, shoving Esmeralda's head to the floor. The woman obliged, eagerly lapping up the mix of spilled champagne and her own juices, even swallowing a dollop of cum that hung from her chin.
"Hmm," Pocahontas hummed. "Can you make me squirt too?"
Esmeralda smirked and nodded her head softly. "Otherwise I'll get you your money back. You just lie on your back and I'll take it from here."
Pocahontas complied, and Esmeralda instantly took charge, licking her pussy fast and furiously and slapping it hard, making Pocahontas scream and shudder. Esmeralda inserted one finger, then two, then three, then four, until her entire hand was inside Pocahontas's pussy, pumping the cum out of her. Pocahontas squirted and squirted, reaching unparalleled levels of pleasure as Esmeralda fisted her vigorously and slapped her on her breasts and face.
In the midst of Pocahontas's cries and the room's deafening noise, the door to the VIP room suddenly swung open and collided forcefully with the wall. Esmeralda swiftly withdrew her hand from Pocahontas's sex and turned to see an aging man with a worn, weary face and thinning white hair, clad in black robes, standing in the doorway.
"Frollo!" Esmeralda gasped.
"Seize the gypsy!" the man bellowed over his shoulder, and two burly men charged into the room, grabbing the naked Esmeralda and restraining her arms. Pocahontas watched the scene unfold in confusion.
"You are under arrest, charged with witchcraft and—" Frollo glared at Pocahontas with disgust. "—fornication."
"All the prisons are full, master Frollo," one of the guards remarked as they struggled to keep Esmeralda in check.
"Then take her to Arendelle. They always have room in their dungeons." Frollo approached Esmeralda menacingly, his foul breath assaulting her nostrils. "I've finally got you, you snake," he hissed.
She retaliated by spitting in his face. "You're the snake."
Frollo's eyes narrowed, and for a moment, it seemed like he might strike her. But his anger was interrupted.
"What about the other girl?" the second guard asked.
Frollo scowled at Pocahontas. "Leave her. You said the prisons were full, so there's no point in bringing another whore. Besides, this is the one we've been looking for." He gripped Esmeralda's chin harshly.
And with that, they vanished, leaving Pocahontas alone in the VIP room, soaked in a mixture of squirted cum and champagne. She couldn't make sense of what had just transpired, and she had no idea what Esmeralda had done to incur that sinister old man's wrath.
Pocahontas heard bells ringing outside and realized that it was time for her to meet Jane. She quickly put on her dress, sticking to her skin due to the residue, and hurried out of the strip club. The sun was nearing its descent, and the streets were no longer as bustling. Pocahontas hurried to the location where she and Jane had agreed to meet.
Jane stood by the library, as breathtaking as ever.
"Oh there you are," she said as she saw Pocahontas approaching, disheveled and stained.
"You wouldn't believe what just happened—" Pocahontas started, but Jane cut her off.
"Sorry, I'd love to hear all about it, but we're going to miss our reservation."
Pocahontas noticed that Jane was carrying a wrapped present under her arm.
"The restaurant is just over there," Jane indicated.
Pocahontas turned around to follow her finger and stopped in her tracks when she saw the restaurant building.
"No fucking way," she muttered in disbelief.
In large green letters, the words "Tiana's Palace" were displayed.