Lost Girl in Transition Ch. 04

Once her moans died down and the flow of juices came to a stop, Tristan withdrew his head from between her legs. But only after pressing a soft kiss to each inner thigh, did he unhook her leg from her shoulder and rise to his feet.

Covered in her musky essence, his mouth was shiny and slick, but with a swipe of his hand across his lips, he was ready to initiate a kiss. Although brief, it was passionate enough to leave her wanting more, and as he pulled back and began to disrobe, her attention shifted to the movement of his hands.

Although quick, his fingers weren't moving quite as rapidly as she would have liked, so while he stripped out of his shirt, she unbuckled the belt that encircled his slim waist.

"I love the way you get so wet," he breathed while watching her undo his pants. "The way you squirt in my mouth gets me really fucking hard."

Lowering her gaze to his crotch, she saw that the word "hard" was an understatement for the erection he was sporting. In fact it looked rather painful, and after freeing it from his pants and boxers, she pulled him over towards the bed. As soon as they reached it, Claudia fell back onto the mattress, and taking his rightful place above her, Tristan slid on top of her soft body.

By the time he positioned himself between her legs, Claudia wasn't just ready to receive him, but desperate for the sensation of his manhood sliding deep inside her. But along with the incredible horniness that she felt, there was also a coil of nervousness that had wound itself tightly in her stomach.

I'm going to do it.

Her pulse quickened as she felt Tristan's hardness brush against her inner thigh.

I'm actually going to lose my virginity.

Adrenaline coursed through her body as she gazed up at the young man who would be her very first, and in response, Tristan lowered his lips and pressed them softly against her own. While his tongue searched her mouth, his hand caressed her thigh, fingers gliding towards the wet heat hidden deep inside of her. Slowly, and with an undeniable sensuousness, one of his digits delved into the warmth.

Hypersensitive from her orgasm, Claudia's pussy clenched around it, but as he gradually worked a second finger into her tightness, a cry erupted from between her full lips.

Moving slowly, Tristan's digits probed her with a languid sort of rhythm, but as they picked up tempo she began to urge him on, rolling her hips to punctuate the intense desire that was building within. It only took a few minutes of manipulation before he had her moaning, and with legs spread wide to accommodate his body, Claudia spoke those words he'd been waiting to hear.

"I'm ready," she heavily breathed. "Put it inside me."

The smooth press of his pelvic bone against hers was the signal that he was preparing to enter her, but as the head of his penis nudged between the petals of her sex, she fought her way through the dizzying lust that had completely enveloped her.

"Wait." Claudia placed a hand against his broad chest.

"What's wrong?" Tristan's face went slack with disappointment. "I thought this was what you wanted."

"I *do* want it," she replied.

A question mark came into his eyes.

"You have to wear a condom."

"Oh, right." His eyes softened, and in one swift motion, he reached out a hand to open the nightstand drawer. "Sorry, sweetness. I was just so excited that I totally forgot."

Having prepared for their special moment, Tristan located a box of Magnums, and after hurriedly opening the package, he retrieved a foil-wrapped condom. Once he slipped it over his hardness, Tristan grabbed a bottle of lube from the drawer, then used a copious amount to slick up his erection.

Now ready for penetration, Tristan's cock jutted stiffly into the air. Hungering for the feel of it, Claudia watched as he guided it between her petal-like folds, but instead of immediately pushing in, he took a moment to gaze down at her body.

Eyeing her with those dark, bottomless eyes, Tristan focused on the quick up and down movement of her chest. Perhaps noting her nervousness, he angled his mouth to give her a soft kiss, then slowly pulled back to whisper a few words against her lips.

"I'll go slow," he quietly said before brushing his nose against hers. "I promise."

With a nod of her head, Claudia let him know that she trusted him fully. Her hands went up to his shoulders, clutching their solidness in preparation, but she barely had time to notice the shift of his hips, because he suddenly pushed forward, easing into her tight, silky heat.

Claudia's eyes widened, gasp slipping from her throat as stretched her open. Inch by inch, he slowly sunk deeper, until he reached the thin layer of tissue that served as her virginal barrier. Gently, but with an eagerness that created a sharp, stretching pain, Tristan broke past her hymen and into the depths of her warm, welcoming heat.

Whimpering in pain, Claudia tightly gripped his back, sinking her nails into his flesh as he pushed deeper into her snugness. Somewhere through the fog of discomfort she was aware of Tristan easing out a long, low moan, but it was difficult to concentrate on anything except the way she was stretching around his long, thick cock.

To her it seemed that she was impossibly tight, and for a moment she was certain that he would split her in half, but soon the pain of him tearing through her, gave way to the sensation of being completely filled. Still clutching his shoulders, Claudia moaned as he finally bottomed out, but instead of shifting his hips to pull back out, Tristan stilled his body above her.

"You okay?" Gazing at her with uncertainty, he allowed his eyes to study her face.

"Uh-huh." Slightly breathless from the intensity of it all, she gently nodded to reassure him.

Offering a soft smile in return, Tristan allowed his hips to once again move, and as her wetness slicked his already slippery girth, the power of his strokes steadily increased. A moan left his mouth at her tightness, hips moving quicker as he built up a rhythm. Focusing his dark, bottomless eyes on her, Tristan silently communicated what words never could, and it was at this very moment that Claudia realized they had become one.

Their energy was melding, hips rolling with an identical motion that wasn't just fluid, but uncannily synchronized. Although the physical pleasure they received was overwhelming, there was something more that they seemed to be exchanging; something primal and metaphysical, a spiritual energy that hung tangibly in the air.

It wasn't just euphoria clouding her mind, Claudia could feel him deep in her soul, transferring energy through his hot, hard penis and deep into her womanly center.

Feeling as if he were the channeler and she the receiver, Claudia held his gaze. She didn't know how he managed to do what he did, but it almost felt as if she were being put into a meditative state.

Each stroke that he gave filled her with unbelievable warmth, coursing not only through her body but actually flowing through her veins. It seemed dubious, almost, that he had the power to do such a thing, but it was real and it was happening, and theirs was a connection not like many others.

Maintaining slow, deliciously deep strokes, Tristan lowered his head to her perky tits, taking one of her nipples into his mouth so he could suckle and flick it with the tip of his tongue. The moan she released let Tristan know that her nipples were especially sensitive, and he sucked them until they were long and jutting out with incredible stiffness.

Savoring the friction of his penis, Claudia rolled her hips a little quicker against his, but as his slow, torturous pace became too much for her to handle, she moved her palms to his ass and gently pressed against the flexing muscles.

"Harder, babe," she breathed. "You can go faster, it won't hurt me."

"You sure?" His eyes searched hers to be entirely certain, and as she nodded her consent, their lovemaking immediately kicked into overdrive.

Tilting his hips so he could thrust even deeper, Tristan placed his palms against her thighs, widening them further so that his access to her pussy was completely unobstructed. Wet and open for his long, hard cock, Claudia's womanhood was filled completely, gushing a slick clear fluid that made the spot directly beneath her slick and damp.

Although she couldn't see his cock thrusting in and out, she could definitely imagine it, and as he pistoned in and out of her tight little hole, her moans became breathy and wanton. Virile and young, Tristan's body possessed a level of energy that made her clutch his shoulders and wrap her legs around his waist.

Alternating between deep, slow thrusts and quick, passionate ones, Claudia was kept on the verge of climax, and whimpering for the release he seemed so intent on delaying. Naked and spread wide open, Claudia arched and cried out beneath him, her torso beaded with the sweat that rolled from his chest and onto her dark brown skin.

Adjusting the angle of his hips, Tristan lifted her right leg onto his shoulder, then rocked his hips with a smooth, steady rhythm so that his cock pumped that spot located deep inside of her.

"Tristan..." Her breaths were choppy now, breasts jiggling and body trembling with every thrust. "Babe, I'm gonna cum."

"You like that?" His voice came out husky, eyes glimmering with pride at the way she panted. "Hard and deep, that's the way you like to get fucked, huh baby?"

She nodded, then whimpered as she felt her body become tight, and as his hips worked quicker to drive her over the edge, Claudia moaned and arched her back.

"Squirt for me, baby," he softly murmured while gazing into her half-lidded eyes. "Let me feel you come all over my cock."

Spurred on by his low, smooth voice, she gave in to the pressure, clenching tightly around his cock and digging her nails deep into his back. Still drilling her at a fervent pace, Tristan pumped Claudia's pussy a few more times, then gave a guttural grunt as he shot thick spunk into the condom.

Still clinging onto his shoulders, Claudia sighed as he adjusted his weight, then gave a little whimper as he slowly pulled out. Having been so completely filled, it felt a little strange no longer having him inside her, but as he pulled the condom off his deflating cock, she noticed there were streaks of blood on it.

Following her line of sigh, Tristan saw that she was eyeing the used prophylactic, and on seeing the blood for himself, a look of guilt passed through his eyes.

"I'm fine," she said while noting his concerned expression. "The pain passed quickly, and once you pushed all the way in, I was totally enjoying it."

A smile quirked his mouth and he graced her lips with a lingering kiss, then pulled back to look in her eyes before saying, "Be right back, okay bunny?"

With a nod, she watched him go, heading to the attached bathroom before returning with a washcloth. Gingerly, he placed it against the spot that was still tender from their lovemaking. Using the gentlest touch, Tristan glided the towel along her vaginal lips, cleaning off the blood and clear fluid that slickened the petals of her sex.

Noticing that her thighs were also wet, he took a moment to clean them off as well, then set the towel aside and pulled open the nightstand.

Curious as to what he was retrieving, Claudia lowered her gaze to the open drawer, and on watching him lift out a small leather pouch with fringe, she realized it was Native American in design. Although she knew absolutely nothing about its history, Claudia could feel the spiritual energy it possessed, and as Tristan brought it closer towards her, she lifted herself up and positioned her back against the headboard.

"This is a medicine bag," Tristan said while holding it in his hand. "It's been blessed by my grandfather, who's a greatly respected and powerful medicine man. It's holding a few things that are sacred to the Blackfoot, as well as a couple of items that I feel represent our deep connection."

Around the size of Claudia's fist, the medicine bag was tan in color, and made from buckskin that was decorated by an intricate bead design. Noting that a spotted feather was attached to the pouch, Claudia reached out to lightly stroke it, but on remembering its spiritual importance, she promptly pulled back her hand.

"I'm sorry, I probably shouldn't be touching it, right? I mean it's probably sacred, since It's been blessed by your grandfather and all."

"You can touch it all you want," Tristan said. "It belongs to you now."

"Really?" Her brows rose, eyes slightly widening as she realized he was seriously handing it over. "But why? Isn't it like a family heirloom or something?"

"It's been in my family for years, but that's part of the reason I want you to have it. And as for why I'm giving it to you, that should be fairly obvious."

She wasn't stupid of course, and she did have an idea of why he was giving it to her, but it still made her want to hear those words that she already knew he would speak. Rather than say them, however, Tristan looped the cord of the medicine bag around her neck, situating it so that it was perfectly between her bare, perky breasts.

Caressing her jaw with his thumb, he allowed his finger to trace the curve of her face, then brought his lips to hers in a kiss that was soft, open, and wet. Soon the heat of his mouth was all she could focus on, but like all delicious things, it ended far too soon for her linking.

"Kitsikakomimmok nistowa," he said, and moving his hands to her smaller ones, intertwined his fingers with hers.

"Translation?" Claudia asked while staring into his eyes.

"I love you."

"Love you too," she replied, and pressing her forehead to his, she said, "Thank you for the medicine bag. I'm extremely honored that you'd give me such a gift."

"You're very welcome," he softly responded, and lifting one of her hands to his lips, he graced it with a gentle kiss. "All I ask is that you never look inside of it. At least not unless I tell you It's alright."

"Why not?" She questioned.

"I was told by my grandfather that it reduces the spiritual power, and any ceremonial blessings could be affected if you look at the contents."

"What exactly does it represent?" She asked. "Just so I can let people know if they have questions about what it is."

"It represents the love I have for you," he said. "But It's also to keep you protected and provide healing if you ever need it."

"Okay." Gently touching the buckskin pouch, she marveled at its incredible softness.

"I wouldn't go around just showing it to anyone you meet, though," Tristan warned. "It's a sacred bag, and you should never allow anyone else to touch it."

"I understand." Claudia nodded to confirm that she would heed his serious words.

"While I can't disclose most of the contents, I can tell you that I included a lock of my hair."

"So I'll always be carrying around a piece of you with me."

"That's the idea," he said.

"So don't look at the contents, and never allow anyone to touch it."

Tristan nodded. "And I'd like you to keep it around your neck. Except when you're taking a shower, of course."

"Do you have a medicine bag?"

"Of course."

"Why aren't you wearing it?"

"Mine's is much larger, and only taken out during prayers or ceremonial rituals.

"Can I see it sometime?"

"Sure. Remind me to pull it out when we get back to the rez."

She nodded, then looped her arms around his neck before pulling him closer so that their lips were nearly touching. "So we never got the chance to talk about our lovemaking."

"It was incredible for me, how about you?"

"Intense," she simply said.

"Yeah, I feel the same way." His fingers lifted, slipping through her soft curls that fell halfway down her back. "We could make love again, or if you're still sore, I could eat you out."

"As much as I love the feel of your tongue, I kinda think I need to recuperate."

"Understandable," he said with a faint smile. "It was your first time, after all."

Shifting their bodies so they were laying on their sides, Claudia and Tristan nuzzled one another. Still thick with the scent of their lovemaking, the room was filled with the flickering glow of candles. Although it was a pleasant temperature, Tristan pulled the comforter over their bodies, and with fingers still linked, they eventually drifted to that point between sleep and waking.

But just before Claudia slipped into unconsciousness, Tristan reached out to stroke her face. Clouded with drowsiness, Claudia regarded Tristan with a sleepy smile, but as she noticed how seriously he was staring at her, her smile began to disappear.

"What's wrong?"

Lowering his eyes from hers, Tristan glanced at the medicine pouch around her neck, regarding it with a thoughtfulness that made Claudia wonder what he was thinking. Then lifting his gaze so he was looking at her face, he began to speak in a soft tone.

"I want to be the only one for you, Claude. The only man who is ever inside of you."

The way that Tristan was staring so deeply into her eyes made it clear that he was serious about his statement. But uncertain of what to say, Claudia could only give him a funny little half smile.

"I'm serious, Claude. I want us to be together forever."

"Really?"

He gently nodded. "Yes, don't you?"

"Well sure. I mean we love each other and get along so well, so why wouldn't I want to hold onto you forever?"

"I'm sensing hesitancy, though," he gently replied.

"I just don't want us to jinx anything."

"I don't believe in jinxes," he replied. "If you want something and you speak it aloud, then I believe it has no choice but to come true."

"Then it's already done," she softly said, and brushing a lock of hair away from his eyes, she offered him a little smile.

"Thank you," he murmured, lips dusting the tip of her delicate nose.

"For what?" Claudia asked.

"For being born, for loving me...and for allowing me to be your first, and giving me the chance to be your boyfriend."

"You're so sweet," she whispered, and snuggling against his body, murmured contentedly against his chest.

They fell asleep holding one another, warm and cozy and utterly content.

Yet still the candles burned, flames gradually lessening until they self-extinguished. Puffs of smoke curved into the air, creating fancy tendrils that dissipated into nothingness. On the bed, the lovers continued to sleep, naked limbs entangled and illuminated by the silvery light of the moon.