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  Taken by the Thunderbird

  By

  Adrian Blue

  © Copyright 2017, Adrian Blue, All Rights Reserved

  Chapter One

  Ayasha looked down at the items spread across the floor of the wigwam. Her offerings. There was a large beaded pouch of wild rice and a wooden carving of a bird made by her oldest brother. The carving had been her mother’s idea, a symbol of their tribe’s reverence for the great Thunderbird. Ayasha frowned at the accumulated items. Was it enough?

  Her mother had helped her to prepare herself for the journey, neatly plaiting her hair in two long braids and helping her with beadwork on a new dress, but she still felt unprepared. She had to be perfect for the trip. Nothing short of that would do. She would not dishonor her family and people by going before the Thunderer unfit for his eyes.

  Ayasha took a deep calming breath and packed the items into a fur, tying it carefully, before she stood and scanned the tent. She knew there was nothing she was forgetting, too much preparation had been done for that sort of mistake, but she found herself hesitating anyway. Was there anything else she should take with her? Anything else the Great Bird may desire?

  “Ayasha?” her mother called from outside.

  She shook her head at herself. There was nothing else she could possibly bring that would entice the deity if the items in her pack did not. Nothing else except herself. Ayasha turned and left the wigwam. Her mother, father, and brothers waited just outside with the chief.

  Her family looked on with pride, as the chief lay a solemn hand on her shoulder. His hair was more gray than black, but his dark eyes were still as sharp as a young brave.

  “You are prepared?” he asked.

  Ayasha smiled. “I am.”

  “Go, then.” He glanced up at the pale morning sky. “Rain comes soon. Be swift.

  Ayasha hugged her mother and father and endured her brothers’ light teasing, before she turned away from her village. Even knowing the importance of her actions could not completely dull the ache of leaving her home. She comforted herself with the knowledge that she would return victorious.

  She took a familiar trail from the village, the path that led to the river. At the edge of the rushing water, she turned toward the rising sun and began to walk. All of the stories said the great Thunderbird lived at the top of the tallest tree in the forest. The chief was more precise.

  A day’s walk into the rising sun, there would be a copse of trees at the top of a great hill. That was where she would find the Thunderer. If he accepted her gifts, he would likely grant her request. All of the stories said he was a wise and just being, as protective as he was fierce. She could only hope he would come to her tribe’s aid.

  Ayasha followed the river until it veered away from the path of the sun. Soon after, the clouds the chief predicted blanketed the forest and brought the rain. She huddled under the branches of a large tree and shivered. She could see the hill from where she stood. The storm was the only thing between her and her destination.

  Ayasha tightened her grip on her offerings. Now that she was so close, her heart pounded with nervous anticipation. She took a step away from the tree trunk at her back. The storm could last hours. She wanted to see the Great Bird’s splendor in the light of day.

  She eyed the distance from her tree to the hilltop. She could reach it in moments if she ran. Ayasha took a deep breath and dashed out into the rain. The water was freezing and chilled her to the bone in seconds, but she did not stop. The hill was a dark blur through her wet eyelashes, as she slipped and stumbled through the mud near the base.

  Suddenly, the rain stopped falling. Ayasha froze and frowned at her surroundings. The rain continued to fall all around her, only a small area around her sheltered. At the thought, she glanced up. The tip of a massive wing hung just over her head.

  Wide-eyed, Ayasha followed the wing with her gaze. She saw more and more vibrant red and bronze plumage until her eyes finally reached the origin of the wing. An equally massive body. As she gaped, she realized she was being watched. The Thunderbird’s great head was ducked to peer at her where she was taking shelter beneath his wing.

  Ayasha tried to speak, but the words stuck in her throat. No matter what the stories said, they did not do the great being justice. He watched her with eyes that had seen the rise and fall of great peoples and more sunrises than there were trees in the forest. Standing in his presence, Ayasha felt like all of her preparation was for nothing.

  “Have you come to see me, young one?” the Thunderer asked.

  Ayasha gasped at the gentle tone of his deep voice. She nodded mutely.

  His large, golden eyes studied her. “Why have you come?”

  Ayasha realized she was hugging her bag of offerings to her chest. She hesitantly held it out.

  The Thunderbird’s gaze shifted to the pouch, but he remained silent, waiting.

  “I-I brought you gifts, Mighty Thunderer,” Ayasha stuttered.

  The wing over her head shifted, coming down behind her to urge her closer to the massive Thunderbird’s body. The golden gaze returned to her.

  “Are they gifts or offerings, child?”

  Ayasha’s heart pounded, but she reached out to gently lay a hand on the Thunderer’s feathered body.

  “Offerings,” she whispered.

  For a long moment, there was nothing but the steady sound of the falling rain. The Thunderbird eyed her, staring with unblinking golden eyes. Finally, his chest vibrated with a thoughtful hum.

  “Come with me and we will discuss your offering.”

  Ayasha hurried over to the Thunderbird’s cupped claw, carefully climbing into the giant bird’s grasp. With one hard flap of his wings, they rose from the forest floor.

  Chapter Two

  Ayasha gently tumbled from his claw to roll into a fluffy bed of feathers and down. She came to a stop against the woven edge of the nest and looked around. The nest was mostly enclosed by a thatched roof of sticks. The only opening was a hole just large enough for the Thunderbird to squeeze through.

  Her gaze returned to the being in question to find him watching her again. He cocked his head.

  “What have you brought me in offering, young one?” His voice seemed even deeper in the cozy confines of the nest.

  Ayasha shivered at the rich tone. She hurried to open her bag, struggling to hide the strange effect the Great Bird was having on her body. She carefully removed the offerings she had brought from her village and laid them at the Thunderbird’s feet. Ayasha watched breathlessly, as he ducked his great head to look over each item.

  “These are finely made,” he said. “By your own hands?”

  “I have no skill in carving, Great One, but I gathered the rice and stitched the pouch.”

  “Beautiful.”

  Ayasha blushed at the praise. “You honor me,” she murmured.

  “And what is it you ask of me, child?”

  Ayasha paused. She thought of her village, the peace that was at risk of being destroyed. She thought of the beloved faces of her people frozen in death after they were slain by enemies. It was something she could not let happen. Not if it was in her power to stop it.

  “I have come to beg for your protection, Great Thunderer.”

  He blinked his large golden eyes. “I do not often involve myself in the matters of mankind.”

  Ayasha hesitated. She had expected a ‘yes’ or ‘no’, but the Thunderbird was simply watching her. Studying her, as if he were trying to know her mind. She shuffled forward on her knees. The Thunderbird stayed silent as she moved closer. When she was close enough, Ayasha reached out one shaking hand to touch the bright crimson feathers on the mighty bird’s chest.

  “Did your vil
lage send you?” he asked softly.

  Ayasha shook her head. Her people were too proud to ask for help. They would perish first. She was the only one who thought to ask the help of a god.

  “I came on my own,” she said.

  “To do as you ask, I would ask more of you,” the Thunderbird said. His golden gaze moved over her from head to toe. “Perhaps, more than you would wish to give.”

  Ayasha licked her lips. She had come prepared to offer everything she had, but she had not expected the strength of the Thunderbird’s presence. Or her reaction to it. Her skin felt hot under the great being’s gaze. Feelings she had never experienced swirled inside her and she found herself stroking the feathers under her hand.

  “It has been many years since I have felt such a touch,” the Thunderbird said. His wings fluttered and he let out a throaty sound of pleasure.

  Ayasha looked up into his eyes from beneath her lashes. “There is little I would not offer to you,” she whispered.

  In the muffled quiet of the nest, her words were a confession. The massive body under her hand shuddered.

  “You are too young to know what you say, child.”

  Ayasha eased forward. Her dress felt heavy against her skin, her flesh heated by the look in the Thunderbird’s eyes. It was a vulnerable sort of hunger. It made her feel both endangered and protected at the same time. She wanted more.

  “I am not so young,” Ayasha murmured. “In a time of peace, I would have my own family.”

  The Thunderer’s wings extended forward to close around her. A safe haven within the already untouchable protection of his nest.

  “I have seen countless flowers blossom and wilt in the valley, young one. Your people are like the seasons. Tribes came before yours and many will come after.” His tone was gentle, but his words struck like stones.

  Ayasha swallowed hard, failure choking her. “You will not help me.”

  The Great Bird ducked his head until his beak was a handbreadth from her face. “If your people should perish it will not be in your lifetime and it will not be from my inattention.”

  Ayasha’s eyes widened. “So, you will help us?”

  “Yes.”

  Ayasha slumped in relief. She pressed her body into the silky feathers of the Thunderbird’s chest, inhaling the sweet scent of him.

  “What do you ask of me?” she murmured, drunk on victory and the feeling of the powerful body so close to hers. “Anything you ask, is yours.”

  The tip of a razor-sharp beak gently lifted her hair to nuzzle the back of her neck.

  “May I see your beauty, little one?”

  Ayasha tipped her head back to look into the Thunderer’s wise eyes. Under his gaze, she felt like a different person. A fearless, wild creature. Ayasha rose to her feet and stepped back from him. She grasped the hem of her dress and slowly slid it up over her hips, revealing her bronze skin to the god’s steady stare.

  When she tugged it over her head and dropped it to the floor at her side, the Great Bird groaned in pleasure. Ayasha felt her cheeks flushing, but it was not shame she felt. She lifted her hair off her shoulders with both hands, bare as the day she was born in front of the most powerful being in the land. And unfamiliar warmth settled between her thighs.

  “Do I please you?” she asked boldly.

  A wing swept her closer and the Thunderbird lowered his head to press the back of his beak to her soft belly. “Very much.”

  Ayasha’s legs seemed to part on their own. The gentle touch of the Great Bird slid lower, until the tip of his beak reached the delicate flesh between her thighs. Ayasha gasped in pleasure at a gentle nudge. She looked down to see her wetness spread over the shiny black of the Thunderbird’s beak. She moaned and spread her thighs further apart.

  He nudged her again, bumping that spot of pleasure. Ayasha could not stop her hips from jerking, an ecstatic cry falling from her lips. Her body was not her own, moving with the grace of a snake as the Great Bird urged her to grind her hips against his beak. Shocks of pleasure made her thighs tremble.

  The feelings increased, heat filling her like the light of the sun under her skin. Her spine bowed under the force of her pleasure, desperate cries filling the nest as the Thunderbird rubbed at her most secret places. Her hands found his head and her fingers curled into his feathers. Ecstasy built, flowing through her and finally releasing between her thighs.

  Her pleasure spilled from her, wetting the Great Bird’s beak and her own thighs. Her knees buckled and she collapsed to the soft floor of the nest. Her body continued to jerk with every touch of the Thunderer’s beak. Her thighs trembled where they were clamped down around the god’s beak. She cried out for more, even as her body shook with shocked pleasure.

  Ayasha’s toes curled and she arched, as another wave swept over her. Her thighs released the Thunderbird’s beak to fall open limply. She whimpered at another gentle nudge to her tender womanhood.

  “Are you well pleased, young one?”

  Ayasha struggled to find words for the feelings still flowing through her. She nodded silently.

  “I would ask this of you until the flowers bloom next summer.”

  Ayasha stared up into his golden eyes. “That is all?”

  “No,” he said, hesitating for a moment. “I would ask that you grace me with an egg.”

  There were questions she should ask, but none of them mattered as much as the gentle desire in his eyes.

  “Yes,” she whispered. “I will give you an egg.”

  Chapter Three

  Ayasha gripped her knees, thighs spread wide, and arched into the feeling of the Thunderer’s feathers on her wet womanhood. He was a shadow over her, as big as the sky. Ayasha looked down her body to see his thickness emerging from the safety of his body. It was as wide as her slim hand and dripping with his desire.

  She gasped at the first touch of his hot arousal against her. The slick tip teased her vulnerable folds, sliding between them but not inside her. Ayasha looked up to see the god’s eyes fastened on hers. She threw her head back into the soft down of the nest floor and rolled her hips up toward him.

  “Yes,” she moaned.

  Her womanhood felt swollen and hungry, her own desire slicked her thighs. Their essence mingled with every brush of him against her. He sank lower until the tip of his arousal found her entrance. Ayasha cried out as the slick shaft began to slip inside her.

  The Great Bird was so much hotter than her, his arousal like a fire in her body. It made her pulse around him, pleasure seizing control of her body and leaving her writhing beneath him. He slid deeper little by little, the thickness of him spreading her wide. She grasped her knees so tightly her fingertips turned white.

  It was a sweet torment. Her untried body stretched and fluttered around the slick heat. Her hips jerked uncontrollably. She craved him deeper inside her. His power, his kindness, his majesty. She wanted it all. Ayasha whined when he stopped moving.

  His feathered belly pressed to hers, all of his arousal hidden within her depths. The size of him pressed her down into the floor. She was completely surrounded by him, filled by him. Ayasha stared up into his golden eyes and begged for more. She craved the gift of his egg deep inside her.

  She clenched down around him. The Thunderbird rumbled deep in pleasure and slowly slid out of her. Ayasha cried out at the slow plunge back in. Her thighs trembled, her toes curling against the soft feathers of the Great Bird’s body.

  “Do I please you?” she moaned.

  “You are as pleasing as the vast blue sky,” the Thunderer answered.

  Ayasha flushed at the praise. His words were another form of ecstasy, filling her with warmth and light as he pleasured her. The slick that covered him spilled into her, out of her, the noises of them together growing louder as he moved faster. The Thunderbird slid in and out, bumping spots of pleasure inside her.

  She arched, mouth falling open on breathy cries, as she felt the swell of ecstasy build between her thighs. She spread her legs wid
er, gave the god more room to take her as he liked. His silky feathers stuck to her sweaty skin. Her whole body felt alive with his power and she released her knees to grasp at him.

  Ayasha knew she was being loud, screaming her pleasure to anyone close enough to hear, but the Thunderer did nothing to stop her. If anything, her loud cries made him thrust harder, rumble louder. Every part of her felt open to him. She was ready to receive his gift.

  “Please!” she cried.

  Lightning flashed outside the nest, turning the twilight into brightest day. The Great Bird spread his wings and a piercing cry left his beak. Ayashas’s body seized at the first splash of his essence inside her. Her own scream joined his, as her womanhood clenched.

  Pleasure rippled outwards from where they were joined, each one feeling stronger than the one before. Every sharp thrust made her cry out. His essence filled her to overflowing. The hot slickness slid out of her around his lazily thrusting arousal. She moaned for more, even as her body shook.

  Every moment he was inside her was like being part of the storm splitting the sky. He was in every part of her. When he finally withdrew from her, she whined at the loss. The Thunderbird moved away just far enough to be able to nuzzle his beak against her belly.

  “You will soon carry my egg, little one.”

  Ayasha gently lay her hand on her belly. The thought of the Great Bird’s child inside her brought tears to her eyes. She raised her eyes to see the Thunderbird watching her. His gaze moved over her bare form. Ayasha did nothing to hide herself from him.

  “Will we do that again?” she asked softly.

  The mighty bird ducked his head to gently run his beak up the inside of her thigh. “If you wish.”

  Ayasha gasped at a soft nudge to her sensitive womanhood. She jerked her hips for more, hungry for his touch.

  “Yes!” she moaned.

  “Then I will give you all you desire.”

  With those final words, Ayasha fell into pleasure, her hand splayed across her belly.

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