Tribal Love (Last Part)

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He holds my face firmly within his hands and says something to me that I cannot understand. But, I do understand the look of worry marking his striking face. This man wants to be my protector. Others before him didn’t care enough and I momentarily ache, before brushing those memories back to the dark corners of my mind. God how I wish I could express in his language how cherished he has made me feel. I will have to find other ways to show him.I kiss his full lips until I feel him finally relax. The terror with the police put everyone on edge and I just need Kioko’s strength right now. I need to be with him. His rough fucking was what I needed before, but at this moment, I need a different kind of lovemaking. I intend to show him.My hands work to untie his cloth as we kiss. I have no idea if he has ever experienced a blow job before, but he is about to get one now. I break our kiss and gently roll him onto his back. I sit up and he tries to sit up too, but I press my hand against his chest to settle him back down. His eyes are so intensely focused on me. I don’t think a man has ever looked at me like this before. Maybe we don’t need words after all.Bowing my head, I plant soft kisses on his chest, twirling my fingers in the darkened hair on his chest. His chest hair is fairly coarse, adding to his manly appeal. Working my way down his body, I feel him tense again. Damn, his cock is so huge. Big, black, and thick. My hand circles it and he groans. I stroke him from his base to his head very slowly. Deliberately. Sensually. When I release him, his cock moves on its own. I glance back up to see if he is still watching me. He is. Damn, his gaze bores a hole into my being. I smile at him before I bow down to taste his fat cock for the first time. Hearing him sharply inhale when my mouth covers his head excites me. I feel his hand reach into my hair and grab hold of my locks. I work his cock at its base while my mouth slides him in and out, licking and lapping. His hands twist my hair as I suck him harder. It isn’t long and he loses his ability to lie still. Abruptly sitting up, he tries to maneuver me underneath him, but I wrestle away. Not this time, warrior. This time I am in control. I push him back down on his back and straddle his lean body, rubbing my clit up and down against his lower abdomen. Scooting down lower, I see the wet trail I left on his tummy. His eyes watch bonus veren siteler my pussy movements and he thrusts his hips upward, showing me his growing impatience. Goodness, he wants to fuck. My hand encircles his mighty cock and positions it at my entrance. His hips thrust upward again, showing his impatience, and stuffs me with his cock. I scream out at the immediate fullness inside me, freezing to adjust to his girth.I am captivated by his facial changes. When he fucked me from behind, I missed this side of him. Now I can see him biting his lower lip with nostrils flaring. I am quite sure a woman has not fucked him in this position before. Patience, warrior! I begin slow undulations as my pussy adjusts to his thickness. I feel him everywhere. He reaches his hands up and grabs my breasts. Leaning forward I allow him to hold me at an angle that feels just right inside. Oh my goodness! His cock rubs me in all the right spots. Before long, I am out of control bobbing up and down on him, my ass smacking against his pelvis. He pants like a wild animal. Abruptly, he sits up and pulls me tightly against his chest. We are a tightly tangled mess of bodies, writhing against each other, thrusting, panting, gasping. “Kioko!” I cry.He buries his head under my neck and his hands grab my ass, pulling me in tighter against his body. We continue fucking, rocking hard against one another, racing toward our mutual needed releases. I feel my tummy tightening. It’s building. He cums first, biting my shoulder. His cum soaks the inside of my pussy. Then, time stops for me. I tumble over that glorious edge, quietly screaming in his ear, clinging to him for support. We slow our fucking as we ride out the tremors. Exhausted. I feel exhausted now. We untangle and collapse back on my sleeping bag beside each other, panting. His hand holds mine. I turn my head towards him and he looks back at me. No words are needed between us. We can’t speak the same language, but our bodies communicate just fine. ~~~I awaken the next morning, hearing the singing of the women. They must be making the food for breakfast. I look down to find a beautiful beaded necklace draped in my hand. It is stunning! Bright colored beads of indigo, red, and yellow. Kioko did this. I know he did. Pressing it in the valley between my naked breasts, I smile. I would love to lie here replaying last night bedava bahis in my mind but feel guilty lounging in my tent. The Nazulu do not seem to indulge in such luxuries. They start their days early and with purpose – everyone contributing in their own ways to the community. We Americans could learn so much from them. I freshen up, tying a beautiful cloth around my waist as a skirt. Makena gave it to me and it brings out the colors in my new necklace. I leave my tent and upon seeing me, the women converge, touching me, kissing my cheeks. Mako appears telling me they have been worried about me. I smile and hug each of these beautiful women in turn. A family! We are all one family here.Of course, I scan the area for Kioko, wanting him to see me wearing the necklace he made. I spot him in the distance, walking away with the other warriors. He hears the commotion and looks over his should at me, smiling. I wave before the women shuffle me away to eat with them. After we eat, I play with the children, teaching them the game of tag. Some of the other women join in. Honestly, I can’t even tell whose child belongs to which woman. Never before have I witnessed such a sense of community and sharing as with the Nazulu. Awe-inspiring is what it is. It is unbelievable to find a culture unchanged by Western influences. Mid-morning, Mako leads me to speak privately with the chief. I have him translate my intentions to share with the world what happened with the police in hope of garnering support for them. The chief reaches for my hands, clasping them within his own. Mako says the chief is grateful. He then tells me horrific stories of what the police have done to several other Nazulu groups. Women have been treated with the most horrific disrespect. Livestock killed. Some warriors injured. The chief pleads with me that they must not lose their access to grazing lands and water. “You must understand, these are their ancestral lands,” Mako translates. I cry for these people and promise the chief I will do what I can to protect them and their precious lands.Our talk is interrupted by Kioko entering the tent. He and the chief have words, then he extends his hand to me. Mako explains there will be a community healing ceremony tonight, necessary after the police incident. Kioko has a special duty to perform in preparation for tonight’s ceremony and he wants me to join him deneme bonus in the experience. He is tasked with capturing a specific eagle to bring peace back to the settlement.A huge bird lover, I am immediately upset. “Mako, they won’t, you know, sacrifice it, will they?””No, Anna. Kioko will bring the bird to watch over the ceremony, bringing peace and protection to the Nazulu, and then he will be released tomorrow.”Unsure if I should tag along on this occasion, I look to the chief for approval. He nods his head and his warm smile puts my fears to bed. Curious and excited, I accept Kioko’s hand. This bird-catching thing is obviously important to Kioko and the tribe, therefore, it is important to me.Once outside the settlement, Kioko turns and fingers the necklace I wear, smiling.”Thank you, Kioko.” I kiss him and his bright smile lights up the savannah.”Come,” he says, pulling me along with him.I take another deep breath of the air unspoiled by man. The African savannah seemingly goes on forever without crude grey buildings in the way. The world just seems bigger here. We walk the grasslands, hand-in-hand, occasionally running into small groupings of dispersed trees. There are no thick tree canopies here to block the blue sky. I know it is the same sky as I see back home, but its color is more vibrant here. The animals are roaming in abundance today and I keep stopping our movement, pointing, wanting to know the names of God’s creatures surrounding me. Kioko answers but keeps tugging at my hand, obviously intent on leading me somewhere else. As I study Kioko’s determined face, I think about what I read about their beliefs surrounding birds. The Nazulu believe the birds are the souls of humans. After you have been reincarnated seven times on earth, you reach the glorious state of a bird, achieving the ability to ascend into the air. This is the only creature of air, land, and water and symbolizes the ultimate earthly freedom. This is a truly beautiful thought to me. Isn’t ultimate freedom something anyone would love?Furthermore, they believe if you kill a tree, you are killing a bird. My goodness, I am glad they will never see what we have done in America to our forests. Kioko breaks my thoughts with a swift throw of his spear, impaling some sort of rodent running along the ground. Eww! I am a little sickened by this sight, but try to keep an open mind about his customs. He swiftly moves to release the rodent from his spear and then does something even ickier to my eyes. He takes a stick and impales the rodent once again and plants it in the ground. I am not a hunter, but even I can see this unlucky creature is serving as bait. 

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