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S.M.A. & U-girl - Iowa
S.M.A. & U-girl - Iowa : Chapter 13

Chapter 13

  2018.02.11. 17:43


Chapter 13

The sounds of the drums were hypnotizing as Jim was sitting near a fire. The sky was bright with the millions of twinkling stars and a warm breeze kept playing with the adorned tuft of Jim's long hair. He was still wearing the native shirt he got for the choosing ceremony, but the people gathered a few hours later for a different reason.

Jim could feel some of their gazes on him as he was listening to their singing while he was waiting. Waiting to be formally accepted into the tribe also. With closed eyes he focused more on himself, but at the same time could feel the Elders' presence too. And of course Corey's.

They were all preparing for the ceremony while Jim was focusing on relaxing. Corey's herb smoke and strong liquor probably helped on that too, because now Jim wasn't anxious like he thought he would be. He was rather humming with anticipation as his mind and soul were starting to open up some more.

Indeed. The new high Shaman and Chief felt how much his pair already picked up the vibes of the tribe. Coyote's own wild inner spirit was awake and lurking closer to the surface, as the short man was there mainly in his shaman position.

He felt as if the beast in him tried to get closer to Jim's spirit, and greet it like an old lover... And if he wanted to be honest that was the truth... His inner beast and Jim got close as well.

Corey's connected wild creature was somehow similar to his pair. A being that crossed worlds and cultures... And devoted fully to both of the sides and to connect and channel them both. Like his sheriff... who looked just like a native now with his sun kissed skin and long hair braided with colorful stripes and feathers... Coyote was very proud...

Without noticing, Jim began lightly swaying to the rhythm and the singing as he was sitting there. Then even with closed eyes he could've sworn that he knew the second Corey's beast looked at him too through the insanely blue eyes. It felt like a beam of energy, warming Jim's whole being.

To that he opened his slightly hazed over eyes and smiled at both the beast and his pair with warm love and acceptance. They belonged together. And that proud expression on Coyote's beloved face only made Jim blush a bit and get filled with more excitement as he could feel from the way the drums and singing were coming to an end that it was time.

Raising his hands up in the air, the high shaman stopped the music and singing. He kept his eyes on the Sheriff as he went closer to the sitting man.

Jay and a young shaman trainee girl walked with them on each of his sides. Both helpers carried a small bowl and placed it before Corey as he sat down facing the taller white man.
Then he started to chant in Ioway language and on a low tone the villagers joined in.

As he and his wild spirit companion held the gaze of his pair, Coyote let the bond between them open up more. And so make Jim sense how much Corey was connected on a different level to the villagers and the other worlds. And the predator God beast that chose his spirit even before he was born in a human shape to this world.

He pulled a small knife from under his sleeve and never stopped the chanting or flinched a muscle while he cut his wrist just deep enough to make a few quick drops of his dark blood run down his fingers and into the bowl on his right.

The young sheriff was sitting there mesmerized from every move his pair... the Shaman made. There was only pure interest and amazement in his eyes as he began feeling... and kinda seeing things through the magical bond they had between their spirits. It was like getting sucked into the blue ocean of the redhead's eyes, but Jim didn't feel like drowning. On the contrary, it was as if he was taking his first much needed breaths. As if he just started to really live.

The only time his brows furrowed a bit was when he saw Corey cut himself, but he quickly realized that it was probably an important part of the ceremony, so he kept his protectiveness at bay and focused on his breathing to keep it even, waiting what was going to come next.

Giving a small smile only Jim would notice, Corey kept talking in his native tongue while with both his hands reached for the bowls. His fingertips covered in paint and blood raised and Jim knew just what to react.

The white man raised his arms up and Corey painted his forearms with his fingers. Then Jim's cheeks, richly smearing blood on the plump lip. While doing all that, Corey could feel their bond deepen, and somehow Jim's spirit, or part of it being sucked into 'their' own, which he shared with the predator beast.

"Drink with me and learn the secrets of our people," he said in English and drank from another bowl then offered it to Jim.

It was like falling under a magic spell... Well, probably that's what was happening for real now, but Jim let himself stay open and go with the flow. His instincts were much sharper and somehow on overdrive as he got painted by his lover. Corey seemed both like himself and also a different person at the same time. He was in full shaman-mode, so to say, but that small smile just for him warmed Jim's heart and poured some courage into him to take the offered bowl in both of his hands.

While drinking, the English words seemed to keep echoing in Jim's mind. When he swallowed, they mixed together with their native language. When he put the bowl down and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, the voices kinda began making sense to him as he was falling into a trance, the world starting to spin around him a bit.

No panic this time either. Jim let himself fall deeper into the chanting and talking cacophony in his head and soon he began seeing images flashing behind his fluttering eyelids – present and past washing together in a colorful whirlwind.

First he was on an open field, long grass stroking his knees from the wind. A storm was coming. And as he looked into the distance, he saw shamans chanting and controlling the clouds. Then the picture faded and he was looking down into a canyon, watching a tribe travel through it. Other similar pictures followed with different tribes travelling or settling down, praying to the ancestors and spirits and mother nature. Always taking only what was necessary and giving back just as much...

Corey was with Jim. In the spirit world, running along his side as his guide in the form of a black wolf-like predator God.

Showing how the people slowly lost the connections as the white men arrived. They brought different ideologies and tried to force them on the natives. They brought alcohol and foreign things to trick Indians to trade away their own goods. Infected the mind and spirit of the people, and they forgot in a short time what it meant to be in balance with the spirits of the worlds and work together with them. Let it be controlling clouds for rain, or get help from such spirit gods and creatures for a more successful hunt.

Jim knew that natives have been suffering from the presence of white men for a long time, but he never knew the extent of just how much. As he was traveling that strange spirit realm with his guiding pair, he felt his emotions overwhelming him. Sorry, pain, feeling powerless, the urge to help change that... But Jim knew one couldn't change the past – just the future.

Without noticing, his tears were rolling down on his face both on that plane and the physical one by the campfire.

He felt ashamed instead of all white men, even if he was only one of their descendants without doing anything wrong. He stroked along the back of the black predator god, letting him feel how truly sorry Jim felt and how he had his attention to change at least a little bit on things in the future. At least in Iowa. Because he could feel it clearly that a few seeds could change many things.

Just like it wanted to console Jim, the beast rubbed his spirit body to his side. Sending the message that things will be alright as it slowly led back the sheriff to his physical body and let him go to open his eyes again to the present world and the new chapter of his life as one of the Ioways, with the shaman on his side.

Corey stopped the chanting too and smiling caressed Jim's face calling him first on his tribe name: "Puma... Come back to us…"

The hazel eyes slowly opened and focused onto the familiar nearly glowing blue ones of his pair. He lifted his hands to keep the bloody ones against his face, helping to ground the stirred up man with their warmth and tenderness.

"So intense... it was so intense..." he mumbled a bit hoarsely, feeling a bit still out of this world. He could've sworn that he could still feel the spirits around them... and in Corey. That black spirit was still there in the blue orbs and Jim found it just as beautiful as before.

There was silence around them now, but Jim only focused on his pair for a few minutes, his senses still heightened as he let one of Corey's hand's go to stroke his painted face with love and tenderness. "Thank you for accepting me."

Corey smiled and shouted some native words for the tribe and the people started cheering and making victory howls as signs of welcoming Jim as one of them.

"You will have to learn the language... And get some marks as my pair," the red shaman smirked proudly as he stood up and held the bigger hand to make Jim stand too and face the people… His people...

Feeling moved to the core, Jim straightened up to his whole height, towering over his pair and the other people. Yes, his people. He smiled warmly at them, not caring about the drying tears and smeared blood and paint on his young face... which looked more mature now. And it wasn't only because of the initiating ceremony, but because of all the time he could spend with his pair and his people. He'd already learned a lot from them and could now truly see their worth.

With a thick accent he thanked them on their native tongue then looked happily at his shaman and chief. "I am ready, my love. I will learn the language and wear the marks with pride."

"You better... I am their Chief, Shaman and Holy man. We are peaceful but I think they won't want revenge... Or more like I hope so…" Corey said with a laugh. He, himself felt lightheaded and overwhelmed by all that happened in the past days.

This ceremony topped it all. And as much as he loved the feeling of belonging and safety from being close to Jim, the next step was something he had to do on his own.

"You have to go to the old shaman lady, you met her already. With her you’ll get your marks."

Jim chuckled with Corey while sliding a hand onto his waist to stroke it a few times. "I hope so too, my love. Alright... here goes nothing... but first..." he smirked and leaned down to press a soft kiss onto Corey's lips, causing some to cheer again and the pair to blush somewhat.

Afterwards Jim sent one more loving look at him then turned to look around. Spotting said shaman lady standing by the hut where they talked with him earlier that day, he headed that way, smiling at the other people. They opened up a path for him and some even touched or caressed his arms and back, giving him welcoming words and blessings. Jim had no idea how he knew that, but he just did. Probably the effects of the ceremony.

Once by the hut, he nodded to the lady and followed her inside, excitement filling him again. He couldn't wait to get his permanent marks which would tie him to Corey and their tribe.

"Have any idea in your mind, young Puma?" the woman asked smiling and sat down beside the prepared items.

Some ash and coal and powder of flowers were lined up in small bowls. Also a short stick ending in a few needles, strongly rolled around with thread was placed on each of the bowls. And the woman looked at the tall man smiling and searching his face, probably even his soul. She was patient and waiting if Jim had any idea.

After thinking for a moment once Jim was sitting next to the lady, he finally nodded, tucking his long hair behind an ear as his warm eyes met the woman's. "Yes. I'd like 'Root' tattooed onto my forearm with colorful roots around it. It would symbolize not just my family name, but also that you are my family just as much as Coyote. But..." Jim took a better look at the smiling woman "I have the feeling you already knew what my vision was..." he chuckled a bit, offering his arm to her to first clean it.

"Hmm... Hmmm... You have roots in both worlds, yes. I approve that," the woman nodded smiling and started to wash clean the offered arm. "As you can see, I have all the colors already made for it," she added with a mysterious smirk and with a piece of coal started to draw the outlines up on Jim's skin.

"You're right. I shouldn't be surprised," Jim murmured. He had seen unusual things in this tribe already – especially around his shaman and the elders – so this didn't really come as a shock to him.

Instead he took a deep breath once the outlines were done and the lady picked up the stick to dip it into the ink to start the marking process. It wasn't painless, but completely tolerable. Also Jim wanted every second of this to burn into his mind along with the happiness he felt from becoming Corey's and joining the tribe. He just wished other white people could see what a wonderful culture and kindness these people had.

"And I really like your other idea too with the fish," she hummed some more as she poked the lines fast and deep into the sun kissed skin. She was skilled and worked fast. So it didn't take long for her to wash the arm down and show it to the by then very pale sheriff.

"Is this what you saw in your mind, young Puma?"

It took Jim a moment or two to realize what she was saying then despite feeling a bit lightheaded from the pain, he chuckled. "I'm glad you like it. Maybe next time you could do that on my upper-arm. But... this was enough for now. It looks amazing, by the way. I love it. Thank you so much," he murmured, admiring the cleaned tattoo on his slightly swollen and here and there bleeding skin.

"It's exactly as I saw it in my mind, yes," he sighed satisfied, enjoying how some herb balm was thinly spread on the wound to cool and help his skin to heal. "You think he'll like it?" he asked a bit shyly and a tiny bit less pale.

 
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The shaman lady looked at Jim laughing a little. "I am very positive about it that he will love all that includes your bare skin," she patted the upper arm of the still pale man and offered him a bowl.

"Drink this. It helps with getting better. With your body and mind too," she put the bowl right into Jim's long fingers and motioned with her own hand as a sign to drink.

Clearing his throat from that comment, Jim grinned at her. He was starting to like this lady a lot. "You're probably right, Laughing Wind," Jim added with a nod. "He does," and with that he drank that liquid without hesitation. 

As promised, it started working in a couple of minutes and Jim did feel better. Once he got instructions how to keep the fresh tattoo clean and he thanked the lady once more, he was on his way to find Corey among the celebrating crowd. They honored Shawn's memory like this as well as were welcoming their new shaman and his pair. But all Jim wanted to do was find his man and hold him in his arms – as long as he could.

Corey meanwhile got into the singing and music with the others. Singing songs about the tribe and the way they lived.

His guards, V-man and Jay and a few others were playing some music to go, by the time Jim arrived, with his singing. And when the young chief saw his pair, he blushed into the words he was singing.

Jim's steps slowed down even more while approaching the group. It was all to drink in the sight and let himself be amazed by his pair's voice. He never heard him sing before, only chanting. And the young sheriff who loved music and playing on his guitar fell in love with Corey even more while listening to that amazing voice.

Jim blindly accepted a cup of some drink from a passing by woman and drank from it, but his eyes never left Corey. The flames of the fire made his hazel eyes look as if they were glowing and enticing Corey to come to him.

And the shaman got the message clear. As he finished the song he let a woman take it from him and he was right on his way to hug his tall man strong with a huge smile.

"Let me see. But first I want a kiss," he said raising on his toes and puckering his pink lips.

Chuckling Jim wrapped his good arm around Corey's waist and leaned down to kiss the inviting lips. He planned only a short one, but it quickly turned into a long and deep one instead. Sucking on those sweet pink lips, chasing the eager tongue as if he wanted to devour the small shaman...

Once they both came up for air, Jim grinned down at his pair a bit smug from how Corey looked after their passionate kiss. "I missed you," he shrugged then pulled back enough to show Corey the tattoo in the light of the fire and torches. He was feeling a bit nervous while watching the redhead's every reaction.

Coyote got really out of breath as he was showing with every pore of his being just how much he also missed his pair.

"It's very fitting. I love it, love the hidden meaning behind it, not just your family name. How do you feel? Want to eat something?" he asked all blushed and plastered against the taller man's side.

"I'm very happy that you like it and get it..." Jim murmured and finished his drink before putting the cup down on a tree trunk. "I'm a bit tired but at the same time exhilarated," he said rubbing the small of his shaman's back.

"I could eat, yeah..." his eyes darkened with lust, making clear just what or rather whom he could eat. "Why don't we just retreat into your hut to commemorate one last night there before you move into the center of the village?" he suggested, hoping that it wasn't going to ruin Corey's mood.

"We should celebrate your welcome in the tribe and the new tattoo too… So I agree on saying goodbye to my old shaman's hut in... grace... That's the word, right?" Corey asked giggling and already pulling on Jim's hand to make him move and retreat as fast as possible.
The drinks the shamans can and do have are much stronger, and they were already working in his system, plus he and his beast really loved Jim's idea... a lot.

Chuckling Jim nodded as he followed his shaman on the well-known path to that hut. "Yeah, I think that's the word..." he grinned, loving how free and playful his pair got drunk like that. And he was planning on making him even drunker on lust and their love...

It didn't take them long to sneak into said hut and the second the animal skin door slid back into its place, Jim was pulling Corey back into his arms, kissing him hungrily while tugging on his clothes.

"You gonna do your own version of my initiation too?" he asked hoarsely in between the hungry kisses and bites while they were trying to get rid of their clothes as fast as possible. It was clear – like Laughing Wind suggested – that bare skin was something they both wanted to feel against their own.

"Maybe... It depends on how you want it…" Corey said and backed to the bed place, pulling Jim with him.

Sitting down on the bear furs, he grabbed the long thighs and started kissing his way up on them, taking his time with both the left and right from the knees up, mixing some small bites into his work.

"How I want it, huh?" Jim let Corey worship his long thighs. He knew how much the redhead was in love with them and Jim couldn't complain... All the kisses and bites made his cock fill just that faster, his hands caressing and lightly scratching his pair wherever he could reach him.

"What are my options, my handsome wild shaman?" the sheriff licked his suddenly dry lips, feeling all the blood rush down between his legs.

"Hmm… I can fuck you... You can fuck me... My beast can eat you up... Or all of those one by one... It's your initiation, my love," Corey mumbled along the path of his lips and teeth.

He was somehow acting more mature and less innocent as his life turned upside down with recent events. And as his wilder nature got closer to the surface, his growls appeared too.

Jim was starting to see those changes too and he loved them. Corey could still look like an innocent boy, but the sheriff just loved the new shaman and chief too. Even if some of the reasons behind his change were sad and dark. Now none of that mattered. Now only the two of them mattered...

"Oh lord... I want all of that... Fuck me and unleash your beast on me, my love.... Then... if you leave something from me, I'll fuck you good too," he chuckled, stroking along his own balls and by then rock-hard cock to draw the attention of his handsome redhead to where he was aching to be touched.

"Hmm.... We will decide then for you…" Corey grinned up at his man with the darkness of his beast in his shining eyes and pushed Jim to sit down. Not even reacting to the needy way the tall man tried to push his dick in his face.

With a deep dirty growl, he started to crawl onto Jim's lap, pressing his heating up body to him as he wrapped his arms around the long neck and stole a deep kiss.

Jim groaned satisfied and very fucking turned on as that hot body got onto his lap and crowded his personal space in the best way possible. "Damn, I love my hands being full with you," he giggled into the kiss, said big hands groping and stroking and keeping the smaller hungry body against his.

"I love how wild you are... So free and sexy and all mine as I'm all yours too..." he whispered offering up his being to the red shaman to do whatever he wanted with him.

The kiss was wild and urging. Coyote’s hunger rose up fast as he rubbed all his body to the bigger one. Moving his head to chew up the freckled shoulder after caressing away the soft light brown hair.

He was still debating inside what he wanted the most... His pair was so perfect for him. He never seemed to get enough of him.

"I love you so much too... Being all mine and one with me…" Corey spoke on his growl-like voice, as if his beast stated that also…

While he did it, he slid off Jim's thighs and pushed his man to lay back. He, himself making room between the long legs and grinding his hardness to the equally hard cock under him while he started sucking and biting one of the inviting nipples.

Jim's whole being warmed up even more from Corey's words while he kept enjoying his touches and bites which started mixing some sweet pain into the pleasure too. It still amazed him how perfectly their needs and likes fitted in bed as well, but instead of voicing that, now Jim just let Corey move him the way he wanted.

Moaning from feeling the long and slightly curved cock rubbing against his own throbbing one, the tip began oozing pre-cum and it even jumped a bit the second his big nipple got the redhead's attention. Gasping for air, Jim arched his long back and rested his fingers on Corey's nape. "Please, my beast... Eat me up..."

The answer was only a grumble from said beast. Pushing Jim's legs over his shoulders the smaller man started to rim his lover open without any ceremony.

He was hungry, Jim was hungry too... There was no need to be all mushy all the time... And with that mindset and a rapidly growing urge to take his pair his again, soon his thick fingers joined his work to loosen up the tight inviting hole.

And to make Jim happy, his full pink lips found the dripping and eagerly jumping flesh and licked and sucked it up and down, moaning pleased from the taste.

Rocking his hips back and forth to help Corey loosen him up, Jim's groans were getting louder and louder. A needy whine left his dry lips too as his beast began feasting on his dick too.

It was already mind-blowing to say the least, but still not enough. And Jim knew that the shaman knew exactly what he was burning for...

Letting the tasty meat go with a loud pop of his lips, Corey moved up again. Having Jim's legs still around his neck he laid on top of his man. Bending the longer body in half as he attacked the panting plump lips.

Moving to be able to gently rub the wet tip of his shaft against the loosened hole, he slowly drew circles with his hips to drive Jim crazy even more, while he chewed and sucked the lips in a wild kiss.

"Corey... my beast..." That's all Jim could say out of breath from the teasing. His nails found the tattooed arms and instinctively dug into them, leaving scratches as he pulled Corey even closer – if it was possible. He was so ready and he surrendered more and more in the kiss too, letting his shaman lead.

His bent body was already shaking for it badly. Sweat was forming on Jim's warm skin as his desire was riding higher and higher in his need to become one with the other man in every way possible. The waiting felt like sweet torture – especially because he knew what awaited him once their bodies and spirits joined in the whirlwind on which's edge they were in that moment.

And the shaman couldn't resist anymore. Hugging his pair closer, he entered the shivering body with a hard thrust and a long moan.

Nuzzling and kissing into Jim's neck, he ground his hips and eased himself deeper and deeper, mumbling words of praising and love to his man.

As Jim closed his eyes, they watered from the intense pleasure which was followed by the slight burning sensation and the way his man was opening him up with his perfect cock. He held onto Corey even firmer, making sure that his soft skin would bruise, but he didn't do it intentionally.

It was just so intense and perfect, just like the shaman's mumbled words. He opened his hazy and full of love eyes, long hair with the feather fanning around his head, cheeks flushed and warm and mouth slightly open and swollen. "Please..." he managed to moan, moving his ass back against Corey, wanting to feel him pressed in all the way.

Coyote found his man gorgeous... Just like always when he set eyes on Jim, but now as he raised his head and looked at the blown away man, still looking more Indian than ever... the shaman had to groan and push fully inside with a swift move of his hips. Then pulling back, he right away started to deliver the promised good fucking to his love for life...

Every time Corey was in him made Jim feel so connected and complete. Even more so now that he was officially part of the tribe. Mating with Corey kinda felt like being half-way in the spirit realm. Like when he was high on those herbs and blood and got those visions of the past. Like then, Jim could see the beast god in the glowing blue eyes. That look was more than human and Jim found it beautiful. He fully embraced what his man and the beast in him were and Jim couldn't be happier.

This is where and with whom he belonged and in his ecstasy, he began babbling about these things in an attempt to express his deeply moved feelings and love for the creature who was giving him unbelievable pleasure. Everything he ever wished for and needed. He was one lucky bastard, he knew as his prostate was being fucked just right, making his lips go numb from the intense pleasure.

Without focusing at the gibberish Jim was mumbling, Corey knew well how his man was feeling. They got closer, as their bodies were chasing their release more and more urgently. Corey knew just how close and overwhelmed his pair was. And he ached to fall into the white flames as well.

Just like answering with some soothing lines about how he loved his pair too... They belonged together just as the spirits wanted... Connecting the two worlds in their own personal bond...

Sending that message over the bond and mind waves that tuned on each other in that moment, he didn't stop for one second in working his man closer to his release.

Pulling the bigger body more into his strong arms, he changed his aim a bit to finish off both of them with a few rough and fast thrusts.

There was no control left in the sheriff by then. He only let himself feel and take what he was given. Corey was closer to him than ever before and he could've sworn that he felt and saw their bond in the moments right before the blinding bliss made him cry out loud and clamp down hard on the shaman's cock, pulling it even deeper.

As his own essence messed up their tummies and chest, Jim's trembling long thighs managed to press his man even closer to him, watching him filling him up. That ecstasy was the most amazing look on Corey, if someone asked him.

Coyote felt like his very being melted in the blinding flames of their orgasm. His very core merged into one with Jim's.

Gasping and moaning, he laid on top of his man and let the long thighs off his shoulders to be able to slip out of the still goose-bumped body. He was caressing his pair and whispering his love to him as he moved to share a kiss with him.

Air was still thin to Jim when he felt the beloved lips on his, but he didn't care. Just blindly returned the love confession and the kisses, until the trembling of his now stretched out thighs ebbed down somewhat. Of course his long arms were already around his small man, keeping him close for as long as he could. He could feel it that such moments were going to become very few in the near future.

***

Just as their kisses slowed down and they got more air into their lungs, they could hear Jay from outside.

Corey looked up listening to his guard speaking with someone, still lying on top of his man and slowly caressing the painted face.

"Someone came…" he said low. And just then Jay said some native lines aloud through the door. "Come on my pair, get some robes on us... Weasel brought a white man to meet us…"

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