A Colonial Love (Patreon)

I hope y'all are ready for another story that got way out of control and ended up going nearly 10,000 words lol. Fans of my more romantic stuff, as well as those into NTR, will enjoy this one. I hope. I'm putting it out before Thanksgiving since it doesn't actually center around the holiday and I want y'all to read it before the proper day roles around (feel free to disregard that if you live outside the U.S.). So enjoy!

Autumn had come to the Virginian colony of King's Hope, bringing with it all the hardship and turmoil of an impending winter. Many of the colonists were longing for the homes they'd left in England or wishing they'd landed elsewhere along the coast. Part of that resentment was the result of their continuing reliance on the native Powhatan tribe for food and trade. Few of the farmers present knew how to properly work the land and the supplies that'd arrived on the last ship of the year wouldn't last the growing settlement as long as they needed. So it was that once a week a band of Indians would approach the walls of their community carrying baskets of food. A small delegation of colonists would meet them at the gates and trade pelts, alcohol, and anything else they had a surplus of for the meals. With the exception of guns and ammunition of course. Most of the town would gather around to watch the exchange even if most of them were too fearful to actually approach the imposing warriors of the tribe. Those that did acted with caution as memories of the initially rocky beginning to their partnership lingered fresh in everyone's minds. In fact the only two people who seemed unafraid of them were also the last ones any of the Powhatans wanted to interact with. Mostly because of Reverend Jeremiah Hall's tendency to preach at them regardless of the situation. Simply by association his wife Susanna was given the same wide berth as her husband despite her quiet interest in the nature of the Indians. Or perhaps more appropriately her quite interest in the nature of a single Indian.

“Watching the savages again?”

Susanna jumped slightly as her husband stirred her from her reverie. She turned to face him with the slightest hint of a blush creeping into her cheeks. Standing as he always was with his Bible in one hand and his cross in the other Jeremiah was dressed in his vestments and peering intently at her from beneath the brim of a wide brimmed hat. His stern face was contorted into it's usual scowl as he looked from his wife to the Indians standing some distance away. There was a brief moment where he made eye contact with the man his wife had been ogling, the warrior in question subtly turning his head to do a little ogling of his own. With a haughty sniff Jeremiah turned his attention back to Susanna and the warrior turned his attention back to the exchange. Her husband's bright, cold eyes surveyed her seeming unease as his bushy blonde eyebrows arched. He scratched his long beard with one hand and pressed his Bible against his chest with the other while she searched for a response.

“I was merely watching the trading.”

“There's no need for embarrassment. I too find it fascinating how so many can turn away from God's love without remorse.”

“Of course, that was my thinking as well.”

“It gladdens me to hear that.” He smiled at her for a moment and then said, “You should return home and prepare supper. I expect I'll be quite hungry after trying yet again to convert these poor, misguided savages.”

“As you wish husband.”

Doing her best not to look back at the man she was infatuated with Susanna walked back home and prepared a hearty stew for herself and Jeremiah. It didn't take long to cut the vegetables and bring the pot to a simmer above the fire. Once she'd added the meat there was little to do but wait for it all to cook. After glancing out the window to see if her husband was on his way home Susanna caught a glimpse of herself in the reflection of the glass. Thoughts of the Indian she fancied returned unbidden to her mind and suddenly she was struck by a rush of embarrassment. Not for the feeling she secretly harbored but rather for her own appearance. The women that came to trade were all so beautiful and strong it seemed impossible that she could ever be favorably compared to them. By her own people maybe but certainly not to any eligible Indian males.

“Of course . . . it doesn't matter.” She said to herself, “I'm married. I'm certainly not eligible.”

Yet even as those words left her lips she nervously ran her fingers through the wavy auburn locks hanging freely about her face. Still gazing at her reflection she bit her lower lip and looked deep into the hazel eyes staring back at her. Although she worked as hard as any woman in the colony she was unable to shed the weight that gave her face a slightly rounded look. Perhaps if she had her high cheekbones and strong jawline might have looked more pronounced and she could've stood among the Indian women. She certainly had the same full lips as many of them, even if hers were a touch smaller overall. Her nose was probably too big though. It might have fit her face and given her a good profile but it wasn't nearly as dainty as it should be. Oddly her ears were about the only thing she didn't have a problem with. They were small and cute in a way that made her feel less homely whenever she happened to glimpse them. Usually during moments of self doubt when she accidentally brushed her hair behind them. A creaking door hinge shattered her contemplation as her husband returned home with the same sour look he always had after trying to convert the Indians. Susanna hurried over to the stew and, once she checked to make sure it was done, filled a bowl for him. She set it down on the nearby table and waited for him to take his seat. Jeremiah down with a small groan and dipped his spoon into the stew. He brought it to his mouth and took a sip, wincing at the heat before nodding at her. With a demure smile she served herself a bowl as well and sat opposite her husband. While he opened his Bible and started reading she stared down at her food and they ate together in silence.

“Do you want another bowl?” She asked of him after he'd finished his helping.

“Yes.” He replied, sliding his bowl towards her without looking up from his book.

Susanna dutifully retrieved another serving for him and set it down beside him, “Here you are.”

Jeremiah nodded, immediately starting to eat. She had another helping for herself and once both of them had finished Susanna collected their dishes and stepped outside to wash them. Her eyes naturally drifted towards the shut gates of the town as part of her lamented how quickly the trading seemed to go by lately. They'd return in two weeks and until then she had only memories to keep herself. Sometimes, if she was particularly unlucky, the Indian she'd taken a liking to wouldn't come and a whole month would go by. But that hadn't happened in nearly a year. She could only thank God for small graces such as those even as she fervently prayed for forgiveness at the same time. Once the bowls were washed she returned to the kitchen to find Jeremiah reading by the light of a newly lit candle. The sun was dipping below the horizon and he wasn't going to let a little thing like nightfall stop him from finishing whatever part he was fixated on that week. His intensity was the direct result of his continued inability to convert even a single Indian after all this time. On the days when they came to trade he would throw himself into his studies searching fro the answers he knew to be inside those pages. On occasion his fervor would simmer down after a time but more often than not it remained fresh and passionate until the next time the Indians came around. Which made for lively Sunday sermons in King's Hope but a rather stale and lonely home life. Knowing better than to disturb him Susanna retired to their bedroom where she changed into her nightgown and crawled into bed. To her surprise Jeremiah joined her a few minutes later but he'd brought both his Bible and the candle.

Trying to keep her optimism high Susanna turned towards him as he settled into bed, her voice meek but hopeful as she asked, “Husband, I thought we might try to have a child tonight.”

“Not right now.” He said with a note of finality, “I need to study.”

“Perhaps after you're finished—”

“Another time Susanna.”

“Of course. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

She turned away from him and closed her eyes, disappointment mingling with frustration as she tried to fall asleep. Eventually she managed as the rhythmic sounds of turning pages lulled her into dreams of better places. Several hours later she woke up moments before the rooster's cry to find her husband gone and the house mercifully empty. At first she wondered where he might have gone but as she dressed and set about her chores such thought slipped from her mind. Daydreams quickly took their place and time slipped away faster than she realized. Suddenly it was midday and she looked up from the clothes she was gathering to Jeremiah returning with several men in tow. They all nodded at or greeted her with varying amounts of warmth as they passed through the house and into the house. Their purpose for being there was a mystery to her but she scarcely gave it much thought. Instead she focused on the rather arduous task of carrying her basket out of town and to the small river that flowed not far beyond the walls. It was the only place to wash them without wasting precious water from the well and it was close enough to the town that any trouble could be reasonably avoided. Or at least that's what the men told her. In truth the distance was just far enough to make visibility hard and none of the women were supposed to travel there without an escort. But since her husband was far to busy for such things Susanna often made the trip alone. Every time she reached the top of the hill overlooking the stream she quietly hoped to see a tall, striking figure waiting for her by the edge of the water. And when she was inevitably disappointed she'd make her way down to the small copse of trees nearby while rekindling the same fruitless hope as before. Although when that too was dashed she could console herself in the comfort of solitude.

Once the laundry was finished she returned home to find her husband alone reading his Bible. Susanna left him to his work and busied herself with hanging their clothes on the line before sundown. After that she set about making dinner for them and they ate in relative silence yet again. When it came time to retire for the night she was the first to slip into bed with her husband following some time later. Despite wanting to she didn't bother asking him if he wanted to try and conceive a baby that evening. His answer had been the same for quite a while and even when he agreed the whole experience felt as perfunctory and bereft of passion as when she chopped vegetables. When she woke up the next morning Susanna went about her chores like always while her husband did whatever it was that occupied his mornings. Their lives returned to the same humdrum patterns that always guided the days after the trades with the Indians. Without anything in the way of excitement or intrigue their sleepy little colony was exactly the kind of place where people whiled away their time until, in the blink of an eye, they were old and gray. Susanna might have been a few years past adulthood but she was already beginning to feel like a spinster as she spent all her time doing chores and watching those around her have children. Or simply have fulfilling marriages and lives. At least that was how it always seemed when she talked with any of her friends or passed them by in the street. Some of that might have been her imagination but the longer she remained within King's Hope the less she could be sure of that.

It was only after two mundane weeks had passed and it was finally time for the Indian traders to come back that Susanna found something to look forward to. She practically leapt out of bed upon hearing the rooster's call, getting dressed and setting about her chores as fast as she possibly could. They typically arrived early in the afternoon and that usually left her just enough time to finish everything she needed to do. Sure enough just as she she finished churning butter with some of her friends one of the bells atop the wall started to ring. Doing her best not to seem too eager she made her excuses and departed for the gates. She walked as briskly as possible and arrived just in time to see the wooden portal swing open and the usual group of a dozen Indians standing in wait. But try as she might Susanna couldn't spot the one she'd come to see. It quickly became apparent that, for whatever reason, he hadn't joined the delegation this time. Immediately her shoulders slumped and a powerful sense of melancholy came over her. After moving in as closely as she dared to be absolutely certain she turned away with the most profound sense of disappointment she'd experienced in months. Deciding to leave before her husband appeared to try and convert them Susanna went home and gathered what little clothing needed to be washed. There certainly wasn't enough to justify a trip down to the river but she needed to be alone now more than ever. 

Nobody even glanced her way as she slipped through the open gates and made her way down to the copse of trees that felt as much like a home as her actual cottage. At the top of the hill she paused to look back at the assembled colonists and Indians as though expecting the man she sought to be standing there after all. Of course that wasn't the case and she turned away with a self deprecating smile. It wasn't as if he had any reason to come along. He likely had better things to do than stand around being gawked at by naive women. As she weaved between the trees Susanna shook her head and laughed at her own behavior. She certainly had many reasons to be grateful nobody knew about her feelings and the ridicule she would deservedly face because of them ranked highly on that list. Juvenile, unrequited love was a thing of fairy tales. Something the wealthy engaged in because they had little else to worry about. A peasant like her scarcely had time for such fanciful thoughts. Not with a household to keep and a husband to look after! 

Yet try as she might Susanna couldn't shake away the sadness she felt or the underlying reasons it'd come about. A much needed distraction arrived just as she was kneeling down to begin washing. It came in the form of rustling bushes and twigs cracking underfoot. Usually the other women of the town preferred to do their washing on Saturdays as a group but every once in a while they'd all decide to meet on a different day. Usually after some catastrophic mess caused by their rambunctious and messy children. Hoping against hope that wasn't the case this time Susanna stood up and turned towards the sounds. She called out the names of a few of the women and was met with no response. Next she called out the names of their husbands and the men that often guarded anyone leaving the colony's walls. No response was forthcoming and rusting was growing louder. Where most people might have been feeling dread or concern about their predicament she felt only curiosity. A very, very naive part of her wondered if it wasn't her husband coming to surprise her like he had in the days of their courtship. In the days before he'd traded loving her for loving God. To her utter amazement the figure that emerged from the undergrowth was neither her husband nor a man from King's Hope. Instead it was the tall, handsome Indian she'd been looking for. He stepped into the small clearing and looked at her, the corners of his mouth twitching in a small but unmistakable smile.

“Y-you're—you're here—I-I—is this real—are you real?” She babbled, nervously smoothing out her petticoat and fanning her face.

“I'm real.” He said in a deep, commanding voice that seemed wonderfully at odds with his slender build. He took a step closer and offered a slightly bemused grin, “You are Susanna?”

“I am!” She said in a high pitched voice. “I-I-I don't know your name! I'm sorry!”

“Your people call me Patient Eagle.”

“Oh . . . that's a very nice name!”

“Thank you.”

Silence stretched between them as, for the first time, they looked at one another without the comfort of distance to shield their feelings. She was able to see his handsome features more clearly than ever. His deep, dark brown eyes and strong jawline and flowing mane of glossy black hair. The way his muscles rippled every so slightly as he breathed. How his lips seemed unable to keep from curling into a smile to match the unmistakable twinkle in his gaze. Susanna never realized how tall he was before that moment. Without looking up her eye line was placed squarely on his surprisingly hair less chest and it was a sight she enjoyed quite a lot. Almost as much as his rather large hands and heavily calloused fingers. There was something innately appealing about them in a way that made her hot under the collar. Of course that could be said about every part of his body. She did her best not to stare too much at anything that wasn't his face, if only to fulfill some bizarre notion of politeness. Had she been even remotely paying attention to his face she might have noticed much the same behavior as he stared her up and down. Although her modest and thick clothes left a fair bit to the imagination Patient Eagle could still spot her plump, round posterior and wide, child bearing hips. Along with her modestly sized but undeniably perky breasts. And yet despite how good she looked beneath her apron, petticoat, waistcoat, and shift it was her face he found the most entrancing. So much so when Susanna finally tore herself away from the appealing musculature of his large forearms she found his intense stare almost impossible to meet directly. It felt as though she was staring directly into the sun. No man had ever stared at her like that before.

“A-are you here to wash your clothes?” She managed to ask.

“No I came with my people to trade with your people.”

“Oh . . . of course.”

“But I snuck away to see you.”

Just about ready to faint with excitement and embarrassment Susanna blushed a deep red and stared at her feet, “Oh . . .”

Patient Eagle stepped a little closer and continued with, “I wasn't sure you'd come.”

“I didn't know I was supposed to.”

“I was told you came here to wash your clothes. I wanted to meet you.”

“Y-you did?”

“I did.” 

He moved even closer still and suddenly they were standing within arm's reach of one another and she was feeling so flustered she barely managed to speak, “A-a-and now that y-you have?”

She lifted her head to stare up at him with a hopeful look in her eyes as a million disparate thoughts darted through her head. What if he didn't want her? What if she was too shy for him? What if she was too ugly? What if he'd learned all he needed to know? Every nagging, self destructive thought was eventually silenced when he reached out and cupped her face. Leaning forward with that same smile on his face he tenderly pressed his lips against hers and the entire world vanished. Susanna's heart beat so fast she thought it might burst while her stomach did flips and goosebumps spread across her body. She slowly closed her eyes and let it all wash over her. The smell of his musky body, the taste of his lips, the unexpected softness displayed as he kissed her, and most of all her own gradually waning self control. At first she could only stand there and let him do something usually relegated to only her most sinful dreams. But the longer they remained locked together in a furtive embrace the more she wanted to respond. Fearful he might mistake her nervousness for disinterest and beyond eager to finally indulge her desires she gently leaned into their kiss. Her hands curled into fists as they clutched  the sides of her petticoat tight enough to turn her knuckles white. That tiny, insignificant amount of reciprocation caused an explosion of emotions within her. Shame, arousal, delight, fear, happiness, and more swirled around within her. She felt as though they'd been kissing for hours, even when he finally pulled away and she took a long ragged breath after less than ten seconds. Her breath continued to arrive in ragged, gasps as she stared into his eyes. His hands remained on her face and his thumbs started gently stroking her cheeks in a way that felt so intimate and real she had no clue how to react.

“I'm married.” Susanna said, immediately wishing a hole would appear and swallow her up.

“I know.” Patient Eagle replied. He seemed wholly unfazed by her words and his fingers remained exactly where they were as if nothing had been said.

He moved in for another kiss and she almost gave into him then and there. But her conscience managed to resurface after a moment and pull her from his warm touch. “I shouldn't.” Susanna murmured, turning away from him as she spoke.

“Do you want to?” Patient Eagle asked.

“I shouldn't.” She replied with little conviction in her voice.

“Do you want to?” He repeated, his hands slipping around her waist as he stepped closer. 

“Yes!”

Spinning on her heel to face him Susanna threw her arms around Patient Eagle's shoulders before her morals could get in the way. The fact that she had to stand on the tips of her toes do it made it all the sweeter when he lifted her off the ground entirely. Most of the air rushed out of her lungs in a single gasp in the split second before her lips reunited with his. Her eyes closed yet again and she shuddered with unabashed delight at the feel of his strong body pressed so tightly against her own. She trailed her fingers through his hair and across his well muscled back while little shivers danced up and down her spine. At some point she let out a sound not unlike a moan and her cheeks flushed red in embarrassment. Despite how overwhelmed she was making such sounds were never appropriate. They were something other women did. Happier women. Although as she leaned in hard enough to push him back slightly it was hard for Susanna to consider herself anything but happy in that moment. Or at the very least more content and satisfied than she'd been in a very, very long time. If she'd had even an inkling of what was on his mind at that point she wouldn't be questioning herself or her feelings for another moment.

He carefully knelt on the ground with Susanna still cradled in his arms. She was only dimly aware of what he was doing until she felt the soft, grassy earth against her back. But the moment that information penetrated her dazed mind she broke off the kiss and looked at Patient Eagle with renewed uncertainty. There was no mistaking what he intended to do and such a thing was the more terrifying and thrilling prospect in her entire life. No matter how sinful it really was kissing and hugging had been easy to justify in her mind. But sex? Actually making love with a man to whom she hadn't been married and while she was pledged to another man? Such a thing was unfounded. Even in her most guilty fantasies such a thing had never occurred. Mostly because she put a stop to it before her mind could take it there. Now with the very real prospect of it ready to happen she was more unsure of herself and what she wanted than ever. Her lips parted to say something, what that might be she hadn't a clue, but only a breathy moan came out. She might have tried again with more success had Patient Eagle not reached into his tanned leggings with one hand. The other was used to steady him against the ground beside her and that was what she grabbed onto when his member slid free. Gasping like she'd just witnessed something horrifying despite feeling nothing but amazement Susanna stared with naked amazement at his member.

Without question more than twice the length of her husband's and as thick around as her wrist his manhood had the same rich brown color as the rest of his skin. The tip was already swollen in a way that made her knees weak and her heart flutter while his unexpectedly hefty loins tensed beneath his shaft. She watched as something white and thick beaded at the tip before slowly dripping out of sight behind her upraised petticoat. Besides the initial shock at just how much larger he was than Jeremiah in every way possible Susanna was quite intimidated by the prospect of such a thing actually being inside her. She was no longer concerned with whether or not she should do it but more about the basic feasibility of such a thing. Her body was used to the relative smallness of her husband's member and by the looks of it Patient Eagle was a mighty oak to Jeremiah's sapling. Her mind bounced between abject lust and rational fear in quick succession while he let his member drop out of sight. For a moment she wondered why but then he reached beneath her petticoat to begin pulling at the thick undergarments hiding her legs and womanhood. Unsure of himself for the first time Patient Eagle fumbled around beneath her thick outer layer for several seconds as he tried to find where it started. All Susanna could do was lift her waist off the ground in an attempt to help him. She wanted to verbally guide bum but such a feat would require more acknowledgment of what why he was reaching down there than she could muster. Already the sensation of his fingers brushing her legs and hips was making her shiver like she'd been caught in the dead of winter without a coat. When he finally found the waistline of her undergarments and his digits actually touched her skin she actually jumped, very much started by the sensation. His concerned yet amused look was met with a flustered nod from her and he started the slightly laborious process of removing that last thing standing between them and the consummation of their feelings.

Her whole body tensed as her undergarments started sliding down her trembling thighs. Feeling the tips of his fingers inadvertently caress her skin in the process did a lot to calm her nerves but no amount of caressing could fully ease the tumultuous feelings inside her. Right around the time her stockings were bundled about around her knees Susanna grabbed his wrists. She had no idea why or even what she intended but somehow that felt like a point of no return. Patient Eagle's head tilted to the side and her looked at her with concern etched into his face. After several long, slightly calming breaths she managed to let go of him and cover her face instead. The remainder of her underclothes were pulled away along with her shoes for good measure. A rush of cool air filled her petticoat and her legs instinctively tried to close in response. She'd never been more aware of her own womanhood than in that moment and it was a feeling that came with so many conflicting thoughts she didn't even try to parcel them out.

Patient Eagle grinned at her continued bashfulness, completely charmed and delighted by the adorable woman before him. He wisely resisted his natural instinct to push her petticoat and bring his skilled tongue to work against her waiting sex. As badly as he wanted to show her that kind of pleasure he had the very strong suspicion she wouldn't react favorably to such an experience. Not during their first time together at least. So instead he moved between her legs and gently pushed them a little wider. She stared up at him from between the cracks in her fingers and he softly laughed. Partly in response to her initial reaction and partly in expectation of how she'd respond to what he was about to do. Because little did Susanna know Patient Eagle had no intention to simply push his member inside her and thrust away. Not before he had a moment to let her enjoy something he was almost certain she hadn't yet experienced. The first time she felt one of his rough fingers touch her outer lips she almost didn't believe it was happening. Her eyes widened and she looked at him as if he'd just said the most vulgar and uncouth thing imaginable. When the tip of his digit began to slid up and down the length of her womanhood, gradually probing deeper as it rubbed against all of her slit, she knew her mind wasn't playing tricks on her. 

Her body certainly was though as constant ripples of pleasure radiating out from her womanhood in ways she'd never felt before. All of a suddenly her hands were obscuring her face but rather covering her mouth as a steady stream of indecent whimpers and moans threatened to spill out. Much like the trickle of juices now seeping from her folds to soak his hand. It was so unlike what she usually associated with sex Susanna had absolutely no point of comparison. She was deep in uncharted territory with only Patient Eagle to guide her. And she could already tell from the delight on his face and tenderness of his touch he would be a fantastic guide indeed. For some reason she couldn't fathom but certainly wasn't going to complain about every time his finger reached the peak of her sex she was wracked by exceedingly violent tremors. Any time he paused there, just beneath the curly nest of black hair above her slit, Susanna would be overcome by something so much more intoxicating than anything else. When he began to linger there and move his digit in small, circular motions it took all of her willpower not to cry out so loudly the entirety of King's Hope heard her. She quickly had to resort to biting down on her collar to stifle the sounds and her attempts weren't helped when Patient Eagle bent over her for a kiss. Barely able to find the strength to reciprocate she nonetheless reveled in the feeling of his finger rubbing her sex and his lips pressing against hers at the same time. Her arms swiftly wrapped around his shoulders to pull him in closer, both to mask the whimpers trying to break free from her throat and to further increase that wonderful sense of pleasure suffusing her.

Then, seemingly out of nowhere, his hand left her womanhood. She continued to kiss and hug him for several seconds until that realization hit. Once it had Susanna pulled back and looked at him in confusion. His only response was a smile as he gently pulled away and move in deeper between her legs. A moment later her breath caught in her throat as her entire body froze. Something warm and rigid had come to rest against her sex exactly where Patient Eagle's finger's had last been. Although she recognized it for what it was actually feeling his manhood against her would take quite a bit of time to get used to. Thankfully for the both of them he had little interest in waiting around while she sorted through her feelings. Instead he gently rubbed his member against her sex in the same manner as before. Only this time he stopped after a few passes and while Susanna was in the middle of a especially strong groan. His tip started to push against her moist, quivering entrance and all at once the size difference between him and her husband was made abundantly clear.

Despite how wet and undeniably eager she was the initial moments after he began to thrust were fraught with an unexpected mix of pain and pleasure. The former was noticeably less prevalent than the latter but from the moment his tip penetrated her both surged through her body in unison. She was reminded of the the night she'd lost her virginity only with vastly more enjoyment to balance out the discomfort. Much like back then Susanna attempted to put on a brave face and mask how she was feeling even as Patient Eagle's member continued to slide inside, subtly widening with every centimeter. It wasn't long before her inner walls were stretched well past anything she's yet felt and still there was more gliding inside of her with every passing second. Warm, pungent smelling juices leaked out of her at an ever increasing rate regardless of how the rest of her was feeling. She was all but certain part of that unease was the result of her unfaithfulness mingled with the continued and growing sense of arousal she felt. Her body and mind were torn between the physical and spiritual implications of her actions. Somehow the physical side was winning almost in spite of two decades of being told otherwise. Eventually he came to a stop and she thought for one naive moment that he'd finished when in truth he'd simply stopped to let her find some sort of comfort.

“Is that all of it?” She asked, not caring how foolish it made her sound.

“Almost.” He answered with a charming grin.

“There's more?” Susanna was torn between amazement and fear as she felt his member continued siding inside her, “Oh my God!”

Patient Eagle laughed at her exclamation and the resulting look of horror that came across her face as she used the Lord's name in vain. She clapped her hands over her mouth and continued to whimper while his hips never faltered in their single gentle thrust. Beginning to feel pleasure tinged with momentary flashes of discomfort Susanna squirmed and shifted beneath him without even realizing she was moving. Her body simply reacted to the feeling of another man's cock inside her. It was a very good feeling, unexpectedly so. She didn't even realize how tightly her inner walls were squeezing him until she saw his face momentarily tighten as a groan slipped from his lips. Actually seeing how good she was making him feel gave Susanna an incredible amount of joy which naturally made her entire body quiver. Upon reaching her slit that involuntary tremble was met by a wonderfully strong throb in his already twitching manhood. She sucked in a ragged breath as her back arched ever so slightly at the sensation. It only arched higher when he finally came to a stop a moment later, the head of his shaft pressing snugly against something deep inside her womanhood. That feeling along with the sensation of his loins rested against her skin and his incredibly comforting face smiling down at her gave Susanna more pleasure than all the times she'd been with her husband. Even if they stopped at that very moment and went their separate ways she would treasure that feeling for the rest of her life. She knew beyond a shadow of a doubt this was what her friends talked about when they described the feelings they had for their husbands. And she'd found it in the embrace of a man she barely knew. When he started to move she didn't feel disappointment or discontent. For once she was actually eager to experience it with him. To feel every subtle movement of his body, particularly his manhood.

As much as she hated to admit it the shame of being with a man that wasn't her husband added no small amount of pleasure for Susanna. Partly because of the simple yet effective taboo of infidelity and partly because of how much more content she already felt with Patient Eagle. Besides the unexpectedly satisfying size of his member there was an air of tenderness and respect in how he moved. She felt more like an actual person and less like a tool when he would gently thrust. Much of that came from the lingering and rather intense eye contact. It felt for all the world as if she was the only thing that existed the way he looked at her. And any time she grew too embarrassed to maintain that eye contact a little smile would spread across his features. Even when she was covering her face with a hand as a bout of guilt flicked through her Susanna never wanted to stop. If anything those moments of hesitation just made the other moments all the sweeter. The rhythmic way his manhood slid in and out of her, reaching deeper than ever to brush against the entrance of her womb, and the way his lean muscles tensed and relaxed over and over again was quite hypnotic. So much so she couldn't help but reach out and once more run her hands along his chest. When he pushed his cock back insider her and subsequently leaned in closer she inhaled sharply and let out a little whimper. Her face twisted as if she was in pain despite  her having no earthly idea what she was feeling. Or more accurately despite her having no idea how to comprehend her feelings.

“Are you hurt?” He asked, pausing to look at her in concern.

“No!” She immediately replied, shaking her head and smiling at him, “No i-it just feels . . I just feel . . .”

“Good?”

“Yes.”

Admitting that aloud felt like the final betrayal of all that she'd built her life around yet the momentary pangs of remorse she'd been feeling didn't surface quite as sharply. It was a bit easier for her to bask in the feeling of his manhood buried inside her, to lose herself in the measured way he thrusted without slowing or speeding up. She started to enjoy every push forward, particularly that last little impact as he collided with something deep inside her womanhood. When he pulled back she could close her eyes and feel the contours of his member as they rubbed pleasurably against her inner walls. Like it was noting at all he reached places within her that felt almost indescribably good. At first she thought it might have been a simple but wonderful consequence of his larger shaft but the longer they remained locked in that embrace the more she started to realize how deliberate his movements were. Each time his hips sent his manhood deep within her the angle all but ensured he scraped across every highly sensitive area within her sex. Which meant that when the time came for him to pull out the process was repeated with a very similar yet still distinctly different sensation accompanying it. Susanna's began to moan in earnest as everything she was feeling began to mount. It all layered on top of itself in a steadily rising crescendo within her. Whether deliberately or just as a consequence of her growing enthusiasm Patient Eagle started moving faster as well. His motions almost perfectly matched the tremors and shudders of her body and the slowly increasing pace of his thrusts all but ensured those reactions came faster and more powerfully. Even as her thoughts drifted in and out of coherence she couldn't fail to notice and revel in the unmistakable ebb and flow of their lovemaking. Like everything else she'd enjoyed thus far it was rapidly becoming unlike anything she'd known. In the best way possible. Her back gradually arched, her legs came to wrap around his, and her voice steadily rose in pitch.

“It feels good! It feels good!” Susanna repeated, amazed at her own ability to say that. Both because of how truthful it was and the innate wrongness of saying such a thing to someone other than Jeremiah.

Not realizing how loudly she proclaimed her pleasure Susanna was nonetheless delighted when Patient Eagle bent to give her another kiss. Initially motivated to try and silence her for both their sake he rather quickly forgot that goal as she returned his embrace more passionately than ever before. Her fingers scratched and scraped against his chest while she inexpertly but enthusiastically kissed him back. Her near total lack of familiarity did little to abate how much she enjoyed his lips pressing against hers. She felt him shudder both inside and on top of her, a violent tremor wracking his body as her sex gripped him tighter and tighter. With just about every bit of pain replaced with pleasure there was very little holding her back at that point. Susanna even experienced the occasional, deviant urge to coax him into thrusting harder or faster. There was no way she could possibly say that, even after their kiss ended and she stared into his eyes yet again, but the urge was there and it remained strong. Without even realizing it her legs had completely ensnared his waist, her ankles crossed behind his back as she held onto him for dear life. Her toes were curled tightly against her feet and her breathing was growing less controlled by the second.

She had no idea where it was all building to or what would happen when they got there. Only that she wanted it more than anything. At least until she heard Patient Eagle say, “I can't last any longer!”

Susanna let out a final, climactic moan as her lover's cock plunged back into her sex one last time. Her fingernails scraped against his muscular back and she buried her face in his shoulders while cum erupted from his manhood. Any and all guilt relating to her husband vanished as she felt another man's seed for the first time in her young life. Perhaps it was a consequence of how much they'd enjoyed their lovemaking up to that point or perhaps it was simply her imagination but that first creamy jet felt like more than Jeremiah could produce during an entire climax. It filled up her tight, trembling womanhood and made pleasure radiate out to the very tips of her extremities as a result. Each new spurt that followed caused her to visibly jump as she was filled more completely than she ever dreamed. Adding to that a constant source of toe curling bliss thanks to the constant throbbing that accompanied his release almost felt too indulgent. It was hard not to feel like she'd somehow gotten lucky with her choice of formerly unrequited lust. That feeling only intensified as his seed began to leak from her slit in long, sticky rivulets. The sensation of a man's fluids literally dripping from her body was one Susanna had no idea she liked until it was added to the cacophony of pleasures already assaulting her senses. She wanted to remain there beneath her handsome Indian lover forever, reveling in the way his cum felt. Be it swirling around within her or dripping steadily from her sex as he pumped out a quantity that all but ensure the pregnancy she so badly wanted. Once his member finally ceased it's twitching and the steady flow of seed oozing out of her slowed to little more than a dribble her wild, lust fueled desires were resolutely dashed. But that didn't stop Susanna from kissing the man still atop her. She weakly tried to say everything her mind was too sheepish to properly convey and if the subtle shivers running through his body were any indication she'd moderately succeeded.

Sadly no matter what she wanted to truth of the matter was they couldn't remain there forever and when Susanna pulled back her lover said as much, “You must return home soon.”

“I know.”

“I don't want you to leave.”

“I don't want to leave.”

He smiled at her, those same dark and slightly intimidating eyes roaming her crimson face for a moment, “We can stay a little while longer.”

“Nothing would make me happier.” She replied with a wide smile, “We can leave at sundown.”

Both of them looked towards the horizon to see the sun already resting dangerously close. When their eyes met once more there was an unspoken agreement between them. Since they had so little time and they'd already enjoyed the long, tender lovemaking of new lovers it only made sense to enjoy the wild, unfettered animal rutting that often came after. She knew they were of like minds the moment his cock started to swell inside her and he gradually shifted into a slightly more dominating position. With her legs already coiled around his waist it was a simple matter for Patient Eagle to shift forward until Susanna's hips had lifted fully off the ground and her back was curled like a horseshoe. Although it was a touch frightening to feel him so completely taking control there was no pretending he hadn't been guiding them almost the entire time anyways. And what little reservations she might have had about being lifted and pushed until he was suddenly thrusting down into her instead of forward the trust she had in him assuaged any trepidation rather nicely. At least until he actual started moving whereupon the sudden and powerful return of that pleasure she'd been feeling absolutely destroyed any misgivings she could have had. In keeping with his surprisingly gentle nature the initial speed of his thrusts started no faster than the pace at which he'd gone during the height of their initial bout. The new and exciting angle at which he penetrated her disguised that at first but it was only once he started to increase that rhythm that Susanna really started to notice the differences.

Suddenly her voice was rising once more only this time it was accompanied by the gentle smacks of his body colliding with her own. She heard those indecent, shameful noises and felt a rush of something indefinable yet utterly amazing. Never in her life had she heard those kinds of sounds while making love. Including the ones coming from her own mouth. It was like she'd become an entirely different person over their course of her time with Patient Eagle. As if he'd awakened something animalistic within her. The rhythmic thrusting of his manhood continued to increase at a steady pace while her own gasps and whimpers jumped sharply in volume and pitch. Try as she might there simply was no stopping them from spilling out of her. She stared up at the man responsible with open amazement, her face betraying her utter lack of experience with such things. All that they'd done before seemed like a prelude to something so much better and she was flabbergasted that such a thing was possible. Every slap of his hips against her womanhood sent bolts of pleasure through her body and at the speed he was going the sensation didn't fade before it was rekindled by another weighty thrust. Soon they began to consistently overlap as his member plunged in and out of her sex with astonishing speed. Anything close to a coherent thought or desire slipped from her mind like water from a broken jug as her sexual urges took over her mind and body. While a small, worthless little voice remained somewhere to try and pull her back it was completely ignored in favor of the constant desire to kiss, love, and hold the man atop her. That pleasure rose higher and higher like the peak of a soaring mountain until it couldn't go any higher. Seemingly all at once Susanna hit a breaking point she didn't even know was there. One moment she was clinging to him for dear life and the next she was hurtling over the side of a cliff into a raging sea of uncharted bliss.

“Yes!” She whimpered so quietly she couldn't even hear herself, “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!”

At the same moment something incredible, something downright otherworldly, was washing over her Patient Eagle found himself at the end of his limit yet again. While juices practically exploded from Susanna's womanhood and her inner walls quivered uncontrollably he pushed his member all the way inside her and let out a powerful groan. Her eyes rolled back in her head and every muscle in her body tensed at once. Sheer, unbridled ecstasy filled her so completely she barely even noticed the fresh wave of seed entering her sex. After several seconds of near motionless bliss her body collapsed against the ground in a trembling heap, all of her limbs seemingly moving of their own accord. Impossibly sexual and embarrassingly unflattering grunts and moans burst from her lips. They filled the glade around them until and she was far, far too overcome to feel anything but pleasure. Indeed when her lover attempted to cover her mouth and mask the sounds she was making she turned her head away to ensure they burst forth unobstructed. Much like the torrent of fluids seeping out of her in quantities that utterly soaked her dress the guttural sounds emanating from her throat couldn't be contained.  She even went as far as slamming her fists against the ear before feverishly clawing at it for a moment. There was just so much to take in her mind and body were at a total loss. Once or twice she managed to gain enough composure to smile up at him and offer a characteristically sheepish expression but such a thing was quickly buried under another tumultuous wave. When it all began to wane she finally noticed the incredible amount of fluids he'd released inside her and she couldn't help but grin like a fool at their presence. 

That reaction was tempered slightly when he finally pulled his member completely free and hiss seed began to ooze out of her along with her own juices. In a weak attempt to keep as much within her as possible Susanna closed her legs tight and rolled onto her side, keenly unaware of how much had already seeped into her thoroughly ruined dress. She continued to shiver and moan as the aftershocks of her experience hit one after another until her eyes were forced shut. Already she was longing for more time to spend with Patient Eagle, more changes to make love to him. While she lay there in a haze fantasizing about a life free of King's Hope and spent with the man of her dreams Patient Eagle stood up and quietly checked for anyone that might be spying on them. Only after he was confident their tryst had remained a secret did he turn his attention back to Susanna. But it didn't remain on her for long after he noticed something else. Meanwhile she remained lying on the earth in a daze, her face lit up in a delirious smile and her thoughts gradually finding clarity. She didn't even think to question what her lover was doing, she was so used to the man she was with turning away and falling asleep it didn't even occur to her that there might be other alternative. It finally occurred to her to see what he was doing, or if he was even still around, a short while later. Or at least she assumed it was a short while later.

“What are you doing?” She asked him after rolling onto her other side and spotting him kneeling in the growing darkness by the river..

“Washing your clothes.” He replied with his back to her.

She felt an immediate rush of affection for him, followed quickly by confusion, “W-why?”

“If you return to your people with unwashed clothes they will be suspicious.”

“Oh . . .”

“I'm finished now.” He stood up with a basket full of sodden garments and approached her, “Here.”

“Thank you.” Susanna sat up properly and smiled at him. She rested her hand atop one of his as he set the basket down. 

Patient Eagle smiled at her and asked, “Do you need help standing?”

“Yes very much.” 

Taking her outstretched hand and pulling her onto her feet like it was nothing he deftly used her momentum to slide an arm around her waist at the same time. “I'm happy.”

“So am I!”

“I would like to see you again.”

Her breath caught in her throat and she almost swooned in his arms, “I-I'd like that.”

Now it was his turn to grin like a fool. He nodded and gave her a short but passionate kiss before asking, “Can you make it home?”

“I'll manage. I don't think my people would take kindly to seeing you with me so late.”

“No they would not.”

A weighty pause stretched out between them, neither one wanting to be the first to pull away. “I'll see you in two weeks?”

“Yes.” Patient Eagle nodded, “Yes you will.”

“Wonderful.” She remarked. For just a moment she started to pull away but at the last second she suddenly threw her arms around him and squeezed as tightly as her petite form could manage. He hugged her with no small amount of strength as well and she furiously blinked away tears. They pulled apart and she stepped away knowing full well she never would if she didn't do it that very moment. “I'll see you in two weeks!”

“Yes you will.”

Returning to King's Hope well after dark and barely able to walk Susanna was met by a host of armed colonists brandishing torches spearheaded by her husband, “Where in God's name have you been woman?!” He demanded of her.

“Down by the river . . . I lost track of time . . .”

“You're lucky a savage didn't murder you!”

“Or worse!” One of the other men chimed in to a chorus of nods and meaningful looks.

“One of the Indians actually helped me find my way back.” She was unable to look her husband in the eyes after what she'd done, especially with the feel of Patient Eagle's seed still inside her womb as she stood before him and the rest of the town. 

Luckily her shame was mistaken for contrition and the men around her were satisfied with that reaction. Jeremiah in particular, “Well come inside then! You'll catch your death out there!”

“Of course. I'm sorry to have troubled you all so!”

While her husband continued to look dour the rest of them men waved off her apologies with smiles and happiness at her safe return. The search party disbanded and Susanna returned to her home with Jeremiah in tow. Feeling less and less guilty with every step she took inside the house that'd long felt so stifling she set about changing into her nightgown before anything other life altering events could take place. Her husband joined her in their bedroom and similarly undressed, his gaze boring holes into the back of her head while she brushed her hair and carefully folded her soiled dress. When she turned around he was sitting on the edge of their marital bed watching with a suspicious glint in his eye. Her stomach fluttered nervously but she played it off as best she could. It was until she was sliding beneath the covers and about to blow out the candle flickering on her bedside table that he finally voiced his concerns.

“Aren't you hungry?”

“I'll eat in the morning. I only want to sleep.”

“Hmm. Well before you rest we'll try for a child.”

At first Susanna wanted to refuse him regardless of how strange it might have been considering her behavior the previous night. But after a moment of thought she nodded and said, “Of course.”

She blew out the candle beside her and he did the same with his own. They were plunged into total darkness as she reclined against their bed and opened her legs for him. He moved between them and pushed his rather small cock inside her without any preamble. With the same lack of concern he always exhibited Jeremiah started to thrust and she lay there not making a sound. Only this time her mind was running wild with comparisons, fantasies, and thoughts so divorced from what was going on she might as well have been dreaming. There was the smallest amount of pleasure as he continued but it came not from her husband's meager efforts but from the realization that Patient Eagle's seed was still inside her at that very moment. A very small and quickly stifled whimper escaped her lips the moment that realization flicked through her head but it passed completely by her husband. After a few minutes of increasingly hasty thrusting and little to no regard for how she felt he finally threw his head back and groaned. Susanna bit her lip to keep from smiling, his cum not even coming close to what her other lover had produced. When he finally rolled off her there was so little of his fluids within her she barely felt any more full than when they'd started. She could already tell much of it was seeping out of her while the seed left in her womb by a proper man remained. Unable to help herself Susanna subtly pushed as much of Jeremiah's out as she could while resting a hand against her stomach. Whatever the consequences part of her couldn't wait to have a baby that wouldn't carry any of her husband's traits.

“Goodnight.”

“Goodnight husband.” While he rolled onto his side and was asleep within a minute Susanna remained awake for some time, her thoughts a jumbled mess of girlish fantasies and rational concerns. In the end neither wound up dominating her final thoughts as she fell asleep. That honor was reserved for the man that'd show her what passion really was.