Red Thunder

~Chapter Three: Part II~

"Red Thunder. Red Thunder!" I heard the urgent whisper near my ear. I groaned as I came awake, more aware than ever of the pain I was in. But as a warrior of the Lakota, pain was something I had been trained to bear. So bear it I would.

"We're here. I need your help to get you down from the horse," Winnie continued.

I forced open my eyes and peered blearily at my surroundings. My vision was blurred, my head still aching, but I could tell we were inside a wašíču building.

"I've made a pile of straw here on the ground to break your fall when you slide off. I am going to try and lower you slowly, but you'll need to keep a hold on Jasper. Do you think you can do that?"

I squeezed my eyelids shut briefly to escape the dizziness and nodded. Did I really have a choice? I had to get off this horse. Unfortunately the beast was the largest I had ever seen, let alone ridden. Or rather: been carried on like an elk carcass. Suddenly, I felt Winnie's thin arms clasp around my waist, and I sucked in a breath, trails of a pleasant heat running through me from the site of contact.

"I'm sorry! Did I hurt you?" she asked anxiously.

Ismiled slightly. It had been a sensation completely the opposite of pain. She had no idea her effect on me!

"No sweet one. I am fine." I rasped out.

Winnie froze at the sound of the endearment, seeming to be just as surprised by it as I was. I had not even realized I was going to say it. I was beginning to sound like a lovesick dove, completely enamored with the one it attempted to woo as its mate, singing her sweet compliments.

I blamed it on the blood loss and dehydration.

"Okay," the sweet one started, deciding to ignore the pet name. "On the count of three, I am going to pull you down. Try and hold on to Jasper's mane so you don't fall too fast. Ready?"

I nodded my understanding.

"Alright. One, two, three!"

With that, Winnie's arms constricted around my middle and pulled hard, causing me to slip side-ways from the huge black steed.

I tried to grasp the horse's mane to slow my decent, but it did not help much, and with a surprised yelp from my rescuer, I fell flat on top of her into the pile of straw.

For one breathless moment, we stayed there — I feeling every inch of her warm body glued against my own. The supple plumpness of her breasts pressed firmly against my bare chest, and my hips rested suggestively between the vee of her thighs. It was an extremely erotic, arousing position,and my body responded accordingly. It was rather embarrassing, and I hoped Winnie did not notice. However I was glad, and rather surprised, to know that my ordeal had not sapped all of my vigor.

We gazed at one another wide-eyed for another moment, and I experienced a feeling of déjà vu. We had stared at each other like this before, as surprised children who had stumbled across one another. Of course, the feelings between us now were much more than innocent curiosity. At least, there was definitely nothing innocent in the way my hot eyes bore into hers. Or in the way my manhood was pressed up eagerly between her legs.

Winnie's pink lips were agape in shock, gasping for breath, and I realized I must be crushing the very life from her! With a pained moan that had nothing to do with my injuries, I rolled off her and onto my hurt back, the effort sending swirls of black splotches across my vision.

This time, it was I asking, "Are you all right?"

I turned my head towards her as she replied blushingly, "Yes, I am fine." Her heated face and darting eyes led me to believe my, erm,reaction to her had unfortunately not gone unnoticed.