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A Warrior's
Pride Ari sat in the middle of the tent, waiting for Nighteagle to return, worried for Graysparrow. He knew that giving birth was dangerous, and Raindance’s frantic voice held fear in it. The thought of the young woman dying brought a deep pain to Ari. He had spent a lot of time with the shy, delicate woman, and come to respect her despite the fact she wasn’t a warrior. She had listened to him and taught him much in the short month that he had been captive. She had become a good friend, not just because Nighteagle had ordered her but because she truly cared for him. Despite the fact that he desperately wanted news of Graysparrow he felt unease about Nighteagle’s return. The unexpected declaration of love had stunned Ari, although he had tried his best to hide it. He had never expected Nighteagle to say such words to him, even if he suspected that the man felt at least something for him. He was going against a lifetime of teaching as if it were nothing, yet Ari also noticed those words had only been spoken between them. Graysparrow’s words of why Nighteagle had stayed away from him echoed in his mind. Nighteagle might think that he loved Ari, but the man was shamed by his feelings. He also said he loved Ari but he knew that if Nighteagle truly did care for him then he would not take his freedom from him. Nighteagle knew what freedom meant to a warrior, and yet he took it from Ari. It couldn’t be love to want to cage the person you cared about. It had to end, and Ari knew only his sword could end it. They must fight, and he had to win if there was to be anything between the two of them. He heard a rustling of the tent flap to see Nighteagle enter, his face pale, anguish in his eyes. "Graysparrow?" Ari asked softly. "She is still alive, but the women are unsure, only time will tell. The baby was stillborn," Nighteagle said raggedly. Ari rose from the ground and went to Nighteagle, wrapping his arms around the man as they sank to the ground. He felt hot tears on his shoulder as Nighteagle’s body shuddered against his own. Ari stroked the man’s back, feeling his pain deeply, unable to imagine the pain of losing a child. He held the man for a long time as he cried against his chest. When the tears had finally stopped he felt Nighteagle pull away from him, looking at the ground. Ari gently touched Nighteagle’s face and leaned forward, kissing his forehead gently as his hands untied the leather jerkin. Nighteagle lifted his face to kiss Ari, which he avoided, gently moving his lips to Nighteagle’s chest instead. He gently licked and kissed the man’s exposed skin, and his hand found its way into Nighteagle’s pants, stroking the soft member. He moved down the copper skin to lick the half erect manhood. Swirling his tongue around the soft head, he slid his hand over the length of the shaft, moving his hands to gently rub the man’s balls as he engulfed Nighteagle totally. Nighteagle whimpered and began to thrust his hips up into Ari’s mouth as he pulled off and looked up at Nighteagle. He stood and slowly shed his clothes as Nighteagle sat up. Ari shook his head and pushed the man down and straddled him, feeling the man’s ridged organ pressing against him. "You don’t have to do this," Nighteagle said softly. "There is no shame in me giving myself you. There is no humiliation in pleasure freely given, Nighteagle," Ari whispered as he guided the man into himself and gasped. He felt Nighteagle’s hands clutch at his hips as he moved. Arching back in pleasure he rocked on the man, feeling him repeatedly hit him in the right spot to make his manhood jump. Ari let the pleasure flow through him, doing nothing to control it as he cried out in lust, not caring who heard them. He felt himself explode powerfully when Nighteagle touched him. Looking down at his partner, he slid off the man and got to his knees, spreading his legs wide, leaning down. He saw Nighteagle hesitate even as his organ bobbed in front of him. "Remember my words, Nighteagle," Ari said gently as he spread himself, exposing his gapping entrance more fully to the man. Nighteagle approached him, entering slowly and gently. Ari moved with him, enjoying the feeling of being connected to the man. "Fuck me harder Nighteagle," Ari gasped bucking back against the man. "But....?" Nighteagle said confused. Ari laughed, breathless at the man’s confusion. "You’re forgetting, Nighteagle, I want it rough. I want you to dominate me. Make me feel you Nighteagle," Ari gasped as the man pulled almost out and rammed himself in as Ari spoke. "Yes," Ari hissed. Nighteagle plunged into him harder and harder, moving them across the floor with the power of his thrusts as Ari groaned, feeling his manhood awaken at the violent acquisition of his body. He heard Nighteagle growl fiercely as he slammed down into him, emptying himself into Ari as his own manhood spilled itself onto the ground. Ari crumpled to the ground, gasping as Nighteagle pulled out of him and lay down next to him. They both lay quiet, regaining their breath as they stared at the ceiling. "You still won’t let me kiss you?" Nighteagle said quietly. "I am your captive, not your lover Nighteagle," Ari said quietly. "Tomorrow," Nighteagle said in a pained voice. "Tomorrow," Ari agreed.  A huge crowd surround Ari and Nighteagle as they stood facing each other, their swords drawn. Ari could see the deep sadness in the man and was determined to change that expression. He moved, circling Nighteagle, gauging the man. Nighteagle charged and Ari grinned, blocking. The battle had just begun and Ari could feel the excitement of the contest of strength overpowering him. He attacked furiously, making Nighteagle growl in frustration as his expression lost its sadness and the thrill of the fight began to take hold. Each strike of the sword drew Nighteagle in as Ari wove complex patterns with his steel, pulling the man deeper into the fight. As Ari had suspected, they were evenly matched as the battle dragged on, neither one of them giving way. The crowd had become silent in awe of the skill they were seeing as the blades blurred in their speed. Ari lost track of the time as they continued, knowing that the reasons of freedom and love had faded to the overwhelming joy of battle that both of them felt. Finally, Nighteagle got the advantage over him, his sword sinking into Ari’s right arm as Ari grinned in delight, tossing his sword to his left hand and bringing it up under Nighteagle’s guard, holding the side against Nighteagle’s neck. The crowd broke out in cheers and applause as Nighteagle looked at him in shock. "You can fight with both hands?" "Of course, I usually fight with two swords," Ari said with a smile. "But you only had one when you fought me before," Nighteagle protested. "I got one stuck in a man’s ribs and lost it," Ari said with a shrug. Suddenly the men were surrounding them, congratulating Ari and clapping Nighteagle on the back. Ari arched his brow, looking at Nighteagle, noticing no one was demanding he fuck the man. It was apparent that the warriors of the clan were stunned by the skills that they had witnessed from the both of them, and considered Nighteagle’s loss insignificant compared to the display they had both put on. "You are free," Nighteagle said over the noise of the crowd. "Good," Ari nodded, sheathing his sword, and he moved to face Nighteagle. Grabbing the man’s face, he kissed him deeply, pressing his body completely against the man as he heard many of those around him gasp in horror. Ari pulled away from Nighteagle as his gaze swept around the stunned faces. "If anyone has anything to say about this, I suggest they draw their swords now. Any that don’t fall to me, I’m sure will fall to Nighteagle," Ari said in a deadly voice. "If you doubt we are men, I will be more than happy to prove we are," Ari added sharply. The men around him held up their hands, shaking their heads as others grinned. Before long the crowd had dispersed as Nighteagle looked at Ari in surprise. "You are staying?" Nighteagle asked shakily. "Now that I’m a free man, the choice is mine. I choose to stay with you, as your equal, Nighteagle," Ari replied seriously, looking at the man. "Equal, does that mean you don’t want me to tie..." Nighteagle started as Ari pressed his finger to the man’s lips. "I think that is more than your men need to know," Ari said, glancing around at the milling people. "As your equal, Nighteagle, that doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy other pleasures," Ari smiled. "Kiss me again," Nighteagle demanded. "What about your men?" Ari asked. Nighteagle stepped forward and grasped Ari, pulling him to him, kissing him without hesitation. Powered by Rating-System.com Reviews for A Warrior's Pride
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