The Path Changes the Traveler Ch. 05

He stared as he watched her sweet little ass there in front of him. The motions of her hips slowed and stopped. His gaze went from there to her face as she turned back to look at him over her shoulder.

She bent a little further, raising her perfection a little higher.

Maddox fell to his knees and took her haunches in his hands. He pressed his face to her skin and began to kiss her.

Sonja gasped and as he focused on what he could see of her face with one eye, he saw that her eyes were closed and she was smiling. He nuzzled in and her hips tilted forward even more so that her bare sex was presented to him as far back as she could get it to go.

He began to lick her, his tongue driving in and out feverishly, pushing in saliva and drawing out her nectar. He knew it could only go on for a few seconds, maybe a minute before she'd moan out her need to him.

Maddox didn't want her to have to ask.

She might have known what she was saying when she mentioned this to the goat. She knew that he was there behind her. She'd only forgotten momentarily a little later as she watched the goat shake herself to get the water off.

He didn't know, but he had been listening to her and he suddenly understood where it had come from in her, and to him, it only made sense that this beautiful creature would need this, the same as the goat would.

And she tasted so good to him.

He drew back and stood up, undoing his pants just as Sonja looked back to see what he was doing then. On her face, Maddox could read her hope and when she saw what he had for her, he watched that hope turn into a look of joy.

He took her hips in his hands once more and she gasped again when she felt his hardness there. Maddox still thought about her, so rather than just poke his way in, He guided himself until the head was halfway in and he felt the way that she opened a little in welcome.

He eased in about halfway before he slowed even more. She was slick, he thought, but she was tight and so he drew back some and spit on his hand to wet the rest of himself for her.

When he pushed in again, he kept it slow, but he didn't stop until he let her feel all of it. Sonja whimpered softly in happiness, so he knew that she was good with everything, but then she groaned as she pushed back on him, seating his shaft fully.

Then she moved forward and he held still. She looked back at him with a happy smile that lasted only a second before her eyes closed and her features shifted a little and became a mask of lust.

She threw herself back against him and Maddox began to fuck her, trying to match her efforts. He doubted that this was much more than a girl who was feeling good after being a piece of merchandise for a while, and he based a lot of the thought on his past experiences.

He'd never been with a girl yet who hadn't made her choice out of much more than the one that she 'd have wanted not being available when he'd been right there. Luck and happenstance might be what a lot of guys would smile at, but it was the only kind of sex that Maddox had ever had.

He knew that dicks were lousy as communication devices and he sure didn't want to ruin her mood with his stupid talk, so there was nothing that he could do at a time when he wanted so much for some way to let her know.

He wanted her to know that he had been listening to her and that he understood her as much as he could, though he ached to listen to her even more. He already knew that whatever she had to say would be of interest to him because of the way that he felt about her.

He doubted that it could ever amount to much, but J. Maddox Priest had never actually been in love in his life and he wanted to know how it felt now.

But he guessed that if they were at this point on the same day that she'd met him, then ...

He shook the feeling off and decided that all that he could do here was what he wanted and suddenly, Maddox wanted to her to know how he wanted her. He wanted Sonja to know that he had been listening as she'd shown him much more courage than he'd have ever been able to dredge up.

He felt no hope for himself in this, but he did want her to know that he wanted her after this.

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"Oh hell, yes," Morgan said when Maggie told him, "just give me a chance and I'm in faster than a sparrow trying to splash in a dirty ditch."

He handed Maggie the weapon and then he was off the tank in a flash and pulling his combat boots and his pants off as Darotai stood grinning from a few yards away.

"I hope I don't freak any of the ladies out too much," he said, "Mena keeps eyeing me like she can't trust me to keep my hands to myself.

Funny thing, I never had her figured for the cloistered sister type from the intel I had on her and her exploits. If the rest are anything like actual women from the cultures that I think I see here, this is gonna be a really quick wash."

"I think you ought to be ok," Maggie smiled innocently; "They all look like they're old enough to stand a look over the fence.

You might have your hands full with your own shadow now, though," she laughed, indicating Darotai with her eyeballs.

"I'll admit that it bothers me just a little bit, but you snooze, you lose, and that's what I've been doing the past few months. I'm actually feeling a little hopeful for my pal Morgan."

He stared a little and Maggie said, "I've had inquiries from about all of them but Mena about whether we're a couple.

Morgan, I love you to death.

But I don't think that we can ever move ahead from where we always end up. Baby, that's not close enough for either one of us by a long shot, but it's all that we seem to be able to do for each other.

I'm just saying that if you somehow find an interest in yourself to really go all the way to fuck up Quan's rules and find something here among these girls, you go for it. As long as you're still my friend and partner.

I don't ever want that to change."

Whatever Morgan had in his mind about a bath flew out of the window within the next minute when he found himself suddenly being led by a very pleased-looking Junah toward the water. Junah looked over her shoulder at Darotai, who seemed to be stuck where she stood, so Junah beckoned with her chin and Darotai began to follow with a warm smile.

Junah stopped as Morgan went on far enough to be standing up to his knees in the pond. Darotai came up behind Junah and put her arm around her to lean a little in a friendly way.

"Look at that," she chuckled as they stood together smiling at Morgan's bum.

"Where I am from, we were all raised to be polite and respectful and all of that. When it was time to be interested in boys, I heard a lot of the girls talk about what this boy has or that one - or no no, THAT one's is the largest."

She leaned in and spoke into Junah's ear rather softly, "But I could never understand them and what they made such noise about.

You only know what you have when he is ready to begin and you have made him hard. And once they are like that, there isn't such a great difference as there might have been before a lot of the time.

You know as well as I that what they have when it hangs means little, Junah."

She pointed, "There. See there? That is what I always liked to look at. Seeing the hard part of a man makes some women turn into bigger fools than they must already be. What is the point by then?

He will give it to you and if you care for him, he will probably please you with it."

"Assuming that he knows how to use it," Junah added.

Darotai concurred with a nod that Junah felt. "Yes. You would think that some of them learned what they know by using it to dig for roots or something."

She grinned for a moment, "Although that can be nice for a little time - as long as that it not the only thing that he can do.

But it was my thinking that if I cared for a man and if he knew what he was doing, then for that part of things, we would be happy anyway, no?

My favorite part - when I am thinking as I am now - is his bottom. A nice little bottom on a strong man is something which I find very hard to resist."

Junah chuckled, "Well, to hear you speak of your standards, that one there has got one worth looking at. That's what I think, anyway."

Darotai nodded, "Oh yes. My hands want to feel it already. It is almost perfect."

Junah looked over a little, "Almost perfect? What is lacking then?"

Darotai shrugged, "He is the wrong colour. That's all."

Junah thought that it was a strange statement to make. "He cannot change that, can he? I think that I see, but ... we are not in either of our homelands, Darotai. There are black men here certainly, but not like there are where we both come from."

She blinked, "Is it really that important to you? I think that he is fine, if it matters to you.

I cannot and will not ever return home. I know that. From what I have learned, we are to go next to a land that I know almost nothing about and I doubt that there are many men there who are like the ones that I knew at all.

But I have my Sonja and my new friends here and I will trust Mag-gie and Morgan because I think that I will have to. I think that - if I ever find a man for me, that he will not be like the ones back home - or not much, anyway.

But I am learning to see what I find to be attractive in many other sorts of men, and that one there in front of us helps me to do it - though he knows nothing of it."

She looked again, "Really? Does it make such a difference to you, that much?"

Darotai snorted and laughed a little, "No, I was trying to say things the way that the elders would in the village where I was born. Really ..."

She chuckled, "Really, I am only wasting time."

She let go of Junah and came around a little more toward the front of her, "I know what I want, Junah. I need a little of your help if you would give it."

She rolled her eyes, "Do you want to hear me say what I know in his language?

Please.

Thank you

And those I have only learned this very day. Besides that, I can say his name, probably badly. Oh yes, I can count to five. Let us not forget that.

So if he and I ever find ourselves fighting in a tank together again, I can make my wishes understood when I ask for a certain type of shell to be loaded by him.

How do you think that it makes me feel?"

"What words do you think that you will need? Junah asked.

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Morgan was rinsing his armpits and smiling at feeling clean while bathing in an oasis pond - which wouldn't ordinarily be the sort of body of water that he'd want to bathe in.

He was trying to remember if he'd seen cattle droppings nearby, since that would tell him just how low he'd sunk from swimming in the cold, but crystal-clear lakes back home in Wyoming. He'd never liked cow ponds very much.

He felt some water as it splashed across his shoulders and it felt great. He wondered who it had been, but then he heard his name and he smiled again as he turned around.

She stood there, not more than twenty feet away, looking like an African goddess.

Darotai's beautiful skin was the colour of dark chocolate, the very expensive kind, he remembered - well, for the stores back where he was from, anyway.

Her smile was pretty much all the way to radiant and he watched as shining pearls of water slipped from the ends of her braids to run down from the fronts of her shoulders and over her breasts.

Morgan liked the way that a lot of women looked to him. Where they were from wasn't all that important. He'd learned in his time and travels that there was beauty in the feminine form and it could take on many guises.

But appearances were only the outside. Morgan knew what he liked. That was why there wasn't and never had been a sweetheart waiting for him back home. He didn't doubt that there were fine women in Wyoming too, but he'd never run across very many there.

He'd read that the most important sex organ that a woman possessed was her mind and he concurred with the statement. Her eyes were important to him as well, so long as they gave him some insight about her intelligence.

That was one of the biggest things for Morgan.

He was fine with most girls, but the only ones who'd ever made much of an impression were the ones with a brain and by that, he meant the ones who he considered to be as bright as he was or brighter, so to his way of thinking, that didn't leave all that many women out. Whenever he had that thought, he also qualified it by adding that the degree of his interest just went with the IQ that he could perceive and the brilliant ones were usually pretty well up there a lot of the time, though there were other considerations such as personality and for all of it, he liked the smart gorgeous ones the most.

But there was another thing that he was just coming to appreciate - a whole other category that he'd never thought of until today. Because today, he'd met one who was very strong within herself and hell, he thought, why not just go all the way and say it?

She carried an air about her. She was trying to fit in, and he gave her that. He knew why, too. But there was something else in there which he was beginning to find irresistible - and it surprised him.

There was a sense of danger there because Morgan knew himself. He knew that, though he didn't often show it outwardly, he carried the same thing in himself.

She was incredibly lovely to him and there was a feeling of wildness there as well. Other than that, she was not the kind who shrunk back to cower in the face of danger. She was calculating - in a good way - and she was strong.

He knew what he was looking at.

He also knew that on the very day that he'd met her, this one wild girl had racked up a serious body count as she grabbed what she could to put them all on the road to their freedom.

It hadn't slipped his notice that she'd done it all in a defensive manner, just trying to get them all out of a bad place. If that tank could have been slipped out of the village quietly, Morgan knew that she'd have preferred it that way.

He looked at her body in the same way that he knew she was looking at his.

Jesus.

She walked right up to him as open and pleased as she could be and sank to her knees.

Her hands reached out and she laid them on his sides, just above his hips.

Darotai reached for his hands and she brought them to her hair. He tried to place them on her head, but she stopped then and shook her head, saying quiet words to him. Junah was standing nearby and Morgan heard her as she tried to explain things to him.

"Darotai says that she wishes for you to take her hair in your hands. Let her do the work of it, but she wants to feel that she pleases a fine warrior this way."

Junah decided that she wanted to help her new Eritrean friend so she added, "I think that she finds strong feelings for you. I do not know her well yet, but I know that she wishes the respect of a warrior and then it is easier for her to give it at the same time."

Morgan nodded as he thought about it briefly. He'd found that he liked Darotai very much, though their situation hadn't yet allowed for a lot of interaction between them. He was a little frustrated because he'd have liked very much to be able to speak with her the same as he could with Maggie and some of the others. Finally, he just decided to allow the universality of things to hopefully work for him since as time went by, he felt drawn to her more every minute.

He pushed her away very gently, asking her to stop in a quiet tone. She stopped and then looked up, wondering if he didn't want this because he didn't like her. He smiled down at her and then he sank to his knees in front of her.

Darotai appeared to be very confused at this, but before she could ask - which would interrupt Junah again while she'd have to look over and figure things out and then ask Morgan - he just reached for her slowly and pulled her toward him, shifting his knees very carefully as he did. He placed his knees on either side of one of hers and he shifted his weight a little so that he could nudge the knee to the outside of his so that she'd move it away a little, giving him a bit more room.

Then he leaned in slowly and he kissed her.

Darotai sighed very deeply and her arms flew around his neck with a spray of water as she held on tightly. They kissed like this for a time and then he reached for her breast. He cupped it slowly and began to caress her nipple with his thumb for a minute before he began to slide his hand - his fingers never changing their light contact with her skin - down her hard belly until he was just able to turn his hand and begin to play with her lips, mindful that underwater like this, her natural lubrication was being washed away and he didn't want to do anything that might feel uncomfortable to her.

She stopped kissing him and laid her head onto his shoulder with a sigh as she began to tell him something.

Morgan had no clue what it might be, but to him, it was important - even critical that he listen to it. If there was anything about her that was purely magic in its effect on him, he knew that it was the way that she could transfix him with only her softly-spoken words to him. He was forced to listen even harder because then he had to rely on her tone, since the words themselves were a mystery to him.

It came as a shock to him to realize that she was weeping a little.

Junah began so speak to him for Darotai.

"Darotai tells that her life has had only sadness for so long. She says that she is very surprised to find that she seems to feel strongly for you and she does not understand it at all, but her life has taught her that to question what one's heart says is very often the worst thing that a warrior can do.

But with just this one thing, the way that you are, she says that the strange warrior has shown her that she was wrong about many things that she has always believed about most men since you seem to be a very different sort to her.

She does not know if it anything good can happen anymore for one such as her and she does not know if you could come to care for someone like her either, but she would try if you find that you want her after this.

She says that she is not the same girl that she was once, a long time ago.

She tells that she was married when she was very young, but there was war and she lost her husband. This and what was done to her family made her into a soldier.

Since that day, Darotai says that she has felt only hate. The only joy in her life was from the killing in the battles in her homeland.

She hopes that a woman who lost her husband and family to war still might gain the interest of another man. She thinks that another warrior might understand, so she tells of it now before anything is begun."

Junah looked at Darotai and spoke quietly even though no one could understand what they said to each other, "What - what are you trying to say here, Darotai? I thought this was for a little fun while there is the chance for it."

Darotai never took her eyes from Morgan's, "It is so of course, but there is something else here that I see, Junah. I thought of only a little fucking out of gratitude and because he interests me.

But suddenly, I want more than that. In my life, I have seen into the eyes of many men and seen many things there.

I have only seen what I am looking at now once and I was young the last time that it happened to me.

I hope, Junah.

I hope that I can live now, and I have not cared to really live in years.

It might be seen as stupid in me, I cannot say, but I think that I see a man that I might win if I can have the strongest luck in the world. And strange as it feels to say it, I now want that luck and my hope.

I have not cared about anything for years, but I care now. I care for this man, so I must learn more of what lies in him."