Chapter 5

Then without saying a word, he took the shaman's hand and led him to the water, climbing in with him. As the rays of light kept dancing on and in the water around them, Jim felt himself getting closer to the spirits too. Without thinking or talking a word, he began washing his man with adoring and gentle moves, exchanging slow and soft kisses every now and then as he let himself... feel. Be in the moment with this exciting and unique creature in front of him. In that moment Jim realized that it was as if Corey was made specifically for him. He was everything he could wish in a man.

From that realization he stroked the curly red hair out of the handsome face and whispered on his lips. "I love you too, you know. No need to deny or fight it."

Corey followed and let Jim do whatever he wanted. He was so very lost and his head kept buzzing nicely from everything. 

The lake was full with minerals the water washed through the rocks. And left a fizzing feeling on their skins. Sacred lake. And from sharing all this with this special man made it all even more magical for the shaman. 

"Do you… Do you want to be my pair?" he asked blushing after Jim's words, hugging the bigger body to his own.

"Yes. Yes I want to if you'd have me as yours," Jim said honestly, feeling himself get lost more in the hopeful blue eyes, his thumb caressing a flushed cheek. "I'd never be able to find someone so perfect for me anywhere else. I understand that now. It's like... I've known you my whole life. As if I've been searching for you. But you found me first," he chuckled a bit, leaning his forehead against Corey's. "I've never been so happy in my life."

"I know that you are the one the spirits sent in my way. They have shown signs. I didn't tell it because you may have thought it was like… Indian superstition or horseshit… The north wind turned to blow from the east when you arrived… And the ghosts have shown me where to patrol two days at dawn after that sign. That's how we went to that area," Corey said blushing more and thinking that maybe Jim still thought it was Indian horseshit... But he was very happy that Jim wanted him.,. 

"I want you, yes. To be my pair and get to know my life here. And you can show me your life too… I want to be one with you... Here in this sacred place," he added caressing Jim's lower belly and hips as he looked up into his eyes.

"I admit it's not something I'm used to hear, but I believe you and I want to get to know your life and the way you and the tribe lives. I want to know everything about you... and every part of you..." Jim took a wobbly breath, goose bumps breaking out all over his body from the soft touches. His hazel eyes met the blue ones for a long moment to make sure he understood right what he thought Corey was saying.

It seemed he found what he was looking for, because he simply nodded and took Corey's face into his big hands to kiss him deep and slow, letting them enjoy each other to the fullest for a couple of minutes. "Show me the way..." he finally whispered barely audible, as if being reluctant to break the magical silence of the cave with more talking.

Corey hugged his pair closer while they were kissing. Then took his hand to walk them through the shallow water. Right to a little hiding place where a place for fire was in the ground and at the wall many animal skins and soft blankets in a pile. 

"Shamans come here from many tribes. It's closest to us, though… We speak with the spirits here. Drinking and smoking things only we are allowed. And some can bring their pairs, with the permission of the Chief…" Corey said low as he pulled a bag from the pile with dried meat in it and containers with animal grease and dried fruits. Then he placed the buffalo skins down with a blanket for a bed and looked at Jim expectantly.

Jim was truly amazed and it showed on his handsome face as he was shown around. He found this culture and its customs more and more fascinating and interesting. But what interested Jim much, much more at the moment was the cute naked small man who looked even younger like this. He was beautiful and clearly ready to be taken by him. His poor cock couldn't agree more, but he didn't have to wait much longer now.

Moving closer to him again, Jim made them lay down, his long body on top of Corey as he pushed the thick thighs more open while his plump mouth went right to one of the pierced nipples to bite, suck and pull on it, wanting to wake Corey's desire again.

With very much success as the shaman groaned his pleasure from the attack of his very sensitive nipples. He pulled his legs more apart to let Jim be between them, where he should be... His fingers got lost in the long golden brown hair again as he let his man lead.

It didn't take long for the young sheriff to awaken Corey's body again with that teasing then showering his upper body with licks and nips. But this time Jim left out the slowly awakening cock and chose to suck and bite his marks on the inner side of the muscular thighs. He looked like someone worshipping a god (or a holy man, for that matter) and frankly, that's what he was doing.

He only paused when he grabbed and pushed Corey's thighs higher and more open to expose all of him. Jim growled low from the sight and licked his lips. "I'm gonna show you with my tongue where I'll take you soon..." he murmured to give the shaman some kind of warning to prepare him of what was to come.

And with that Jim licked along the crack between the butt cheeks, flicking his long tongue against the tight untouched hole, kissing and sucking it too in turns, his tongue not really giving any time for the boy's body for a slow getting used to thing.

Curses like native words rolled off the lips of the breathless man. He just loved what Jim was doing... He even tried to push his ass closer too as he felt more and more burning for feeling the friction there… His body arched off from the animal skins and his hands gripped into them to hold onto something.

"You're so gorgeous like this..." Jim groaned while he reached for the container with the animal grease and slicked up his fingers with it, his body heat melting it quickly as he applied some onto Corey's twitching hole too. "Try to relax for me, my dear..." he whispered softly as he kissed Corey's thigh. "If you feel uncomfortable... try to push against my finger," he added as his fingertip kept rubbing that hole, probing into it time after time, going a bit deeper with each opening movements. Then it finally breached the tight ring of muscles and he managed to slide it in more and more.

Jim knew that this was completely new to his young lover and he took his time, adding a second finger only when he was sure Corey was enjoying this for real.

The young man tried to do as he was told. Totally relying on the more experienced sheriff in this. 

The feeling of Jim's long finger entering his body was strange and arousing at once. He didn't feel much pain or distress over it. And found that his body adjusted rather fast to the probing digits. Breathing deep and long with closed eyes he focused hard on these feelings and to relax and let Jim enter his body, and somewhat whole being with that. Shortly the joy started to spread in his insides too from the rubs of that skilled finger, and the second was welcomed by Corey’s pleasure-filled moan.

"Yeah... Just like that. You're such a good boy..." Jim praised Corey as he kept moving his fingers first slowly and gently then he moved them faster before slightly curling them in search of a magical spot that he knew would give his lover an intense pleasure. Then he found it and he watched Corey's reactions in amazement.

From the sudden electric rush of pleasure burning over his body, Corey convulsed and he sat up. Holding Jim's head, his knees closed a bit as his body gave in to the short bliss.

Then he looked panting and flushed at his pair, his blue eyes turned ocean green and endless. Filled with wild uncontrolled lust and love for the other man.

"Feels good, huh?" Jim grinned at him dirtily as he slowly eased in a third long finger, loosening Corey some more, his tongue licking along the by then hard shaft.

Then all that was left for him to do was quickening his fingers' moves, making sure he brushed against that spot with each move while he licked and sucked his lover's balls too.

"Y...yes..." Corey breathed mesmerized by all the feelings his body gave him. Still holding Jim's head and half-sitting looking down how the long fingers disappeared in his body. Feeling how hungrily it pulled those digits inside to feel more pleasure caused by this perfect man. 

It didn't take long for him to get dizzy and drift to his limits. Moaning and trembling he laid back down and with closed eyes enjoyed all that Jim was doing to him. It felt more fantastic than any drug he ever took before and only made him more curious about the actual feeling when Jim will push his long shaft inside...

"Sheriff… Jim... Please... I want to feel you... Take me as yours... Make us one…" he whispered also voicing his thoughts.

"Anything you want..." Jim breathed on Corey's balls, pressing one last kiss on them then he pulled his fingers out and knelt up to smear more grease on his glistening cock. He moaned from touching himself because he was so turned on by then that he wondered how he managed to be so patient for this long.

But now he was crawling on top of Corey, positioning his wide tip against the prepared entrance then he started pushing himself steadily inside, pausing for short moments to moan or wait for the tight virgin body to let him go deeper. That tight hotness now surrounding him was driving him crazy and Jim had to fight with all he had not to ram inside like he wanted. He didn't want to hurt Corey. Not yet.

Corey moaned and groaned as he forgot how to breathe for a few seconds. Feeling Jim's cock stretching him from the inside was nothing like he could imagine... His heart was banging fast against his ribs and his breathing suddenly became quick pants as he was trying to focus on relaxing like with Jim's fingers. Still his body seemed to adjust slower to all this new friction and he grabbed onto Jim with his nails digging into the bigger back while he trembled and whined low.

"W…wait..." he breathed with his voice cracking but slowly he could breathe more even and the tensing in his newly violated muscles eased up.

"It's okay, darling, just breathe," Jim huffed, leaning on his forearms to be able to stroke Corey's hair out of his flushed face. Of course he immediately stopped, although his whole body was trembling from the effort to stay put. But he wanted the young shaman to get used to the feeling. He knew that once that happened, his body would relax again.

He planted soft kisses on his cheeks and thick neck, his fingers playing in the long red hair while he waited on him to give him the green light.

Corey started to breathe normal again and caressed Jim's face to turn to him and be able to peck the full lips. "You feel good inside me. I just had to get used to being like that with you," he whispered in-between soft kisses, slowly moving his hips in small circles to see how it feels and how much easier his muscles adjusted to Jim's size. 

"Move please... With me… Alright?"

Jim turned his head and returned the soft pecks then nodded. "I know how it feels like, so don't worry, I understand," he murmured then nodded again and began slowly moving with Corey.

Like this they managed to slowly but surely move Jim fully inside and that was just an amazing feeling as he paused again, moaning then taking a wobbly breath before stealing a deep and grateful kiss from Corey.

"You feel so amazing around me. So hot and tight. I think I'm losing my mind from the feeling," he chuckled lightly, gazing into the now greenish eyes. "Please... please let me move," he mumbled, his muscles trembling more by then.

Taking Jim fully was an amazing feeling. Even more ‘cause the long shaft brushed all over the deeper and more sensitive parts of his body. The slow rotating moves as they played with it inside made Corey's tissues loose enough along the process. Then he just kissed Jim back with love and lust, feeling the hard dick pulsing inside him as his own body ached for something wilder by then.

"I'm yours… Jim... Move… Please," he asked too with a warm smile. He loved how Jim asked permission and could feel in his soul too how the bigger man was holding back for him to be ready. That just made him love the sheriff more... To underline his words he bucked his hips a little harder and moaned with a tremble at once from the harder friction.

Jim echoed his pleasure-filled moan from that buck. Then all he could do was pant and pull back until just the tip stayed in and he pushed back. Slow at first but then he started building up a faster and deeper rhythm, his moans and grunts getting into the mix.

"Good Lord..." he gasped for air as his hips could soon roll back and forth with ease, his slick long cock sliding in and out steadily.

"Put your legs higher around my back..." he grunted, watching the flushed redhead as sweat started forming on both of them. But he wanted more. He wanted to press harder against that magical spot from a better angle.

Corey did as Jim said and groaned deep from his throat from the way his insides were being rubbed from a different angle. 

The fast hard pace made the shaman's body melt and come into sync and one with Jim's. Just how he wanted it... The different kind of pleasure they shared rose in him higher and higher with every moan and rough thrust. His nails left long marks on the sweat-slick back of his pair and he felt like that special moment was the height of his young life. Finally he was where and with whom he was supposed to be. And the desire pushed him so close, he forgot everything existing beside Jim and the wonderful way their bodies melted into one. Just a little bit more to make it perfect...

If this is what holiness felt then Jim now understood what that meant. Because he could never experience this level of bliss with anyone as their bodies were moving in perfect sync. He now really believed that they were made for each other.

His shaft kept ramming into the hot willing body faster and harder, his heavy balls slapping loudly against Corey. Their moans of pure pleasure were echoing through the cave while climbing higher and higher. Together.

"Let go for me. Let me feel you... Take me with you..." Jim babbled, feeling himself balancing on the edge too. He needed to see Corey falling apart on his cock as he pumps him full with his essence. The most intimate way of claiming the shaman as his.

The encouraging words reached Corey's senses somehow through the thick cloud of pleasures and lust. Fueling his fire even more for his pair. 

Reaching up to grab onto Jim's shoulders hard with both hands, he practically moved his smaller body against Jim and using the bigger body, he rammed the long dick down into him. His back arched up in doing so, head falling back with slightly parted panting lips and moaning his unbelievable pleasure while his own leaking shaft rubbed to Jim's tummy, causing even more friction. The way they moved as one like that pushed the Indian over the edge and his body jerked heavily in Jim's long arms, his cramping muscles pulling his lover even deeper inside as the shaman fell into the depths of bliss, feeling deep in his wild soul that he belonged to his pair.

Jim was speechless both from the sight and the feeling of the convulsing body. Needless to say, he exploded into his small shaman pair, working his seed deep into him while groaning loud and pulling hard on the red hair in his rapture.

That pull in his sweaty hair made Corey's orgasm reach new heights. His senses welcomed the pain, somewhat surprising Corey. Not that he had any time to wonder as the large waves of joy washed over him again and again. He pushed his body even more onto the pulsing, squirting cock of the young sheriff, his hands moving to Jim's nape to pull his face to his thick neck as his wild groans echoed from the cave walls while he was riding out his pleasure on Jim.

Jim understood what Corey hinted at and bit the thick neck hard, renewing and making the already existing hickey bigger, his hips kept bucking against him a few more times. He then slowed down, but his firm grip stayed in the wet hair as he kissed up to the young boy's swollen lips, their bodies still one.

The bite allured more guttural groans from the shaman as he enjoyed his newly found loving for sharp pain. His passion ebbed down as their bodies got calmer and he kissed Jim back like a hungry animal, moaning and caressing his pair.

Jim finally had enough brain to notice how Corey seemed to like the pain he was causing during their mating. "Damn, you're so perfect..." he groaned and bit the boy's bottom lip hard until he tasted some blood. Then in a sharp contrast the sheriff started licking and sucking on it which soon turned into another passionate kiss.

He couldn't believe how lucky he was to have found someone who completed him so perfectly. "The spirits were right. I love you so much," he stroked along and naked thick thigh adoringly and also possessively.

Corey hearing all that just smiled with closed eyes, still breathless. Licking his own blood and Jim's spit off his bottom lip before he opened his swirling blue eyes at Jim and caressed the young tanned face with love.

"You're my pair. We were meant to be together. I love you," he whispered stroking down on the long wet back. Enjoying their closeness even more.

"Yes. We are one now," Jim smiled down at him, stroking the even curlier red hair out of the sweaty face while his softening cock slowly slipped out of him.

"I wish we could stay here forever..." Jim murmured, pecking the red bottom lip a few times but heard the horses neighing outside. "But I believe we have lots of other things to do today... So..." he whispered. Still, they exchanged dozens of kisses before they headed back to the village.

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The ride back home wasn't all pleasant. Corey had to admit that. But still the slight burn at his backside made him have a big dreamy smile on his face. This was even more perfect than he ever dreamt of. Jim was perfect. 

His daydreaming was interrupted as they arrived back to the village. Facing a very pissed guardian... V-man was anything but happy about the shaman just disappearing on him. After all, it was his duty to keep the sacred man safe at any cost. But putting two and two together he eyed Jim from head to toe then looked back at Corey and bowed to Jim, letting them enter the hut. 

"He is looking after you too now. He is my guardian, and you and I belong to each other," Corey explained as he quickly packed some dried meat and fruits out for them.

"I have to lead a ceremony soon. It's like... Hmm... Like blessing the weapons of the hunters for plenty of prey. Not sure how to say it in English."

Needless to say Jim was quite surprised from V-man's change in behavior towards him, but he accepted it with a similar bow of his head before following Corey into the hut and sat down to eat with him.

"I won't lie, it's a bit strange for me as I've always been alone and tried to take care of myself on my own. With more or less success," he chuckled a bit then popped some meat into his mouth to chew on.

"I understand what you mean. For good luck," he nodded then hummed. "I'll be curious about spending my day on your side, watching you and seeing how a day in your life is..."

"I will introduce you to the tribe too then. All will gather together. I and the other shaman drink sacred drinks made of plants which opens up the mind and soul to talk to the holies. I hope you won't find it too strange…" Corey thought out loud while eating too. Such drugged ceremonies often made the white people think bad things about that. He wanted Jim to know what he is as a shaman and how his 'magic' works. It was a real test for Jim. And frankly all the tests of how strong their bond were just piling up now as they really start to get to know the other's life. 

"You will stay with V-man, and the others. And don't worry. I'll be alright. Have been doing these kind of things ever since I was young. Around 11 we reach the age of proper introduction to our adult roles," he leaned in to peck Jim's lips fast then went over to the back, fetching some ritual clothes and a mask and put them all down to be ready when they have to leave.

Jim swallowed hard from the announcement that he was going to be introduced to the whole tribe as Corey's pair. That was something very official and a serious commitment. Not that Jim didn't take this seriously, but it was still very fresh and fragile between them. Even if they were already falling hard for each other.

"Okay. I believe you when you say you're going to be okay," Jim said. Of course he had heard about such drugged ceremonies but never saw any. It was definitely going to be interesting, he thought as he watched his pair preparing what he would need.

Then it was time to get going.

Corey left his new pair with their guard after showing him and announcing Jim as his pair. The tribe was very happy and greeted the tall man with acceptance and love. 

Going to meet up the other shaman and Jay and another drummer by the fire where the hunters gathered too, Corey put his mask on and his robe with animal bones and magical signs all over it. All in all he looked like an ancient god of nature by the end of it. Jay and the other young man played a slow dragging – and rather creepy – tune on the big drums that echoed in the sunset. 

The older shaman prepared the drinks and Corey was to connect with the spirits while the other shaman translated it all to the hunters. The whole tribe was watching without a word as the drums’ beat sped up and Shawn sat by Jim, nodding to the sheriff then watching his son with a bit of worry in his blue eyes.

Jim was quite moved by how warmly the tribe accepted him – the Sheriff of Iowa – like one of them. That trust in itself blew his mind. 

The second thing that did it was the slow creepy drums that managed to pull Jim under quite deep. It felt a bit like being under some kind of a spell or being in a trance-like state. Only music could do that so deeply to him.

As he glimpsed at the sitting down Shawn, he noticed that look. "What's the matter?" he asked him quietly while the ceremony was going on in the background.

"He was born to be sacred and connect with the other worlds. He can go very deep. You will see... He always comes back too… And doing this since he was a little kid even without the help of the drinks. He is still my son... Not just any shaman…" Shawn said low, never looking away from Corey. 

The young man knelt before the fire and drank fast from the big bowl as the drums picked up more speed. It showed on his whole posture how he forced the bitter juice of the magical plants down in big gulps of his thick throat. He fell forward and was standing on all fours as his whole body started to tremble wildly.

Jim frowned to those words and turned his gaze back to the small form of his pair, witnessing what he was doing. The more he saw, the more he started worrying. But his curiosity was still stronger and not really knowing what to reply to the Chief, he rather stayed silent.

The effect of the strong hallucinatory drink worked fast. First of all, Corey started puking out everything with wild convulsing of his body and painful growls and moans. The shaking didn't stop as the shaman almost curled up on the ground and his sounds got more and more like animal howls. 

"He reacts faster because of what you did in the morning," Shawn said looking at Jim deep for the first time he sat next to him. "He will go over to the other side even more because of it. These things liberate the shaman's soul and spirit," he added turning back to the young man crawling back and forth and rocking his body on all fours. Fingers digging into the ground and his body got tense like some animal before pouncing on the prey.

The long-haired sheriff's eyes widened while watching his pair like that. Then from what Shawn was saying. Clearly it was no secret in front of him that Corey wasn't untouched anymore.

Still, instead of finding Corey repulsive like this, Jim was kinda amazed – and worried. He was hanging onto Shawn's words. Corey was going to come back. To him too. And if what they did helped him and his powers to grow then Jim was glad he could help. Even if what he was seeing and hearing now was kinda shocking for the white man.

Not knowing anything about the world he just left behind, the shaman dropped onto his side. Not moving for about a minute he was just trembling strong while the drums were joined by the chanting of the others participating in the ceremony. The whole thing sounded dark and gloomy and surely something that was sacred and out of the world of the human beings. 

Suddenly Corey's body stretched out and the shaman sat up on his heels. The roar that escaped his throat was more of an animal than a man. It was long with throaty growls from his gut and echoed loud and far louder than anything else.

Swallowing hard, Jim bit his lip and curled his hands into fists on his long thighs.

"What's... what's happening to him now? Is he connected with the spirits now? And what does he see when he goes over the border like this?" he asked Shawn quietly, but pure worry was there in his voice too.

"He is on the other world. Only his body stayed here. What he sees he have to tell you. We don’t ask often. The spirits use him as a gate between the worlds," Shawn said low and patted the upper arm of the worried man. "He has done this many times. Still the slipping through feels deeper now." 

Indeed, the small young man seemed and sounded more beast than anything else, really. As if the creatures of the other world consumed all of him, not just his spirit. The shaman half-grumbled, half-screamed some lines on an inarticulate voice. As he looked around all could see how his blue eyes were like a fierce animal's, and literally were glowing from the frame of the dark-gray mask.

"That's what worries me a bit. That he's never been this deep..." Jim murmured more to himself but surely Shawn heard him too. What if Corey can't come back or will need help? Maybe Jim's? The young man had no clue what he'd have to do if it came to that.

But despite his worries, the sight was genuinely breathtaking. How the flushing short man turned into a wild beast under that creepy mask. Jim was a bit shocked still and also amazed by the intense fire and wildness in the glowing eyes. He was going to have to discover some more of that once they will be alone again...

Corey made some deep long grunts at the hunters. He tore the mask and the robe off his tattooed upper body as he got on all fours again like an animal and yelled sentences, growling at the leader of the hunters – that got closer to the 'animal spirit' – with crystal clear fear in his eyes and a long stick raised high in his right. And the inhuman shaman pounced at the man with the fluid moves of a cat or some other animal.

Jim on the other hand felt Shawn's firm grip on his forearm which meant to hold him back from jumping up and go over to try to protect his shaman.

Pressing his plump lips into a thin line, he forced his body to relax back, but the tension stayed in his muscles as he was watching the unfolding scene in front of him. Which was probably a well-known part of the ceremony, but to Jim it was something he didn't particularly liked because he didn't want his pair to get hurt.

By then the main hunter was wrestling with the animal spirit. Rolling in the dirt as Corey moved around with fast ease and elegance, howling and jumping at the man who tried to conquer the creature. 

"He won't be hurt. Not even if he manages to hurt the hunter," Shawn told Jim. "His body is still a man from this world. No sharp claws or fangs. The hunter has to win over the spirit that took over him."

The more Jim watched Corey move, the more he got under the effect of the chanting and the drums and Corey's beast tattoo on his back seemed to come alive, as if he was channeling the spirit through it.

Meanwhile the clearly scared hunter leader was trying to watch every reaction and moves of the terrifying spirit beast in front of him. 

It took him quite some more minutes and wrestling in the dirt to be able to put his stick around the beast's thick neck to hold him down, waiting for it to give in and submit to his will.

That's when a growl slipped Jim and his nails dug into his own thighs to hold himself still.

Corey's hands grabbed the Y end of the stick around his neck that was holding him down. He was making the sounds of a dying wounded animal, loud groaning screams and half-grumbled words as his body wiggled and twisted to get free again. Then all of a sudden the shaman fainted and the tribe cheered. 

Meanwhile V-man left Jim's side and with Jay they gathered up the young pale man in a large blanket. 

"They take him back to his hut. He will sleep the drink off. Go be with him," Shawn said turning his eyes at the sheriff, looking at him grateful and hopeful at the same time. He, himself hoped all will be alright with his son.

That's all the young Sheriff was waiting for. Shawn didn't even finish his last sentence and he was already stumbling onto his feet to go after the trio.

His heart was still beating in his throat as he glimpsed at the passed out man time after time, the rest of the tribe opening a path for them before staying behind.

In the hut Jim knelt next to Corey once the other two gently put him down. The long-haired sheriff noticed all the bruises forming under the dirt. Especially the one on the thick neck. 

Swallowing hard he watched as Jay started pulling down the last of Corey's dirty clothes while V-man brought a wooden bowl of clear water with some herbs in it and a clean wash cloth.

"Wait!" he took a hold of his wrist when he realized that he was going to wash the unconscious body down. "Let me..." he looked into the brown eyes and with his free hand pointed at the cloth then himself, hoping that they would understand what he wanted to do.

V-man nodded and gave Jim the cloth and put the water down. "I will guard you and the shaman. Tell me if you need anything," he said with perfect English and bowed to the Sheriff, leaving with Jay.

Naturally, Jim was speechless from V-man's response in English. After all the teasing and scaring him knowing that the guardian understood every word he ever said kinda pissed him off, but instead of voicing it, he let them leave. He had more important things to do now.

With a sigh he took the wet cloth and began washing down Corey's body with gentle moves. It took him around half an hour to finish with it then he covered his naked man with a soft blue blanket to keep him warm and let him rest.

"So... You've been messing with me all along, huh?" he asked after sitting down with the guards, watching the others down by the big fire.

V-man just looked over at Jay and bowed at Jim with a smile. "We are careful around white men. My apologies for the fun we had with you. The sacred one is more important than to keep talking away with you," he said and frowned about the order of his words but he decided that the sheriff understood him anyway. He even offered Jim the cup they’ve been drinking some herb liquor from and Jay offered the pipe to the tall man.

The respect these people (his people from now on too) was still a bit unusual to him, but Jim was trying to accept and return it.

"It's understandable. Don't worry about it..." he mumbled and took a drink then a drag after gratefully accepting the offerings. Jim felt like he needed these after such an eventful day – and clearly the other two thought the same.

"This was pretty intense. Usually how long is he out after such rituals?" he asked, still a bit worried about the fact that Corey didn't wake up ever since the spirit was defeated. Although Jim noticed when his breathing changed into someone's who was sleeping deeply. He even saw some drool in the corner of his pair's mouth – which he found kinda cute.

"Sometimes after longer ceremonies he sleeps until dawn. This was not that long. But he went deeper. We keep him safe," V-man said with a smile and refilled the cup in Jim's hand. 

Suddenly they heard Corey's low painful grumbling from inside and the guards were on their feet at once. Rushing inside they found the shaman rolled onto his stomach and while gripping into the edge of the bear skin, he groaned with a painful expression on his face, clearly still sleeping deep. Maybe too deep...

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