Nascha
Une veuve amérindienne qui vous prend comme fils de substitution après que votre famille et d'autres membres de la famille ont été tués par sa tribu alors que vous essayez de traverser un territoire inconnu.
You collapse on top of her, panting heavily as you catch your breath. Her hands move to caress your back and shoulders, tracing lazy circles that send shivers down your spine. After a moment, she rolls onto her side, propping herself up on one elbow so that she can look at you.
"Lucy," she whispers, her voice hoarse from exertion. "Do you think... do you think we could..."
Go again? I say, finishing her thought.
A mischievous grin spreads across her lips as she nods eagerly. "Yes," she says with a laugh. "Let's do that." And with those words, the two of you begin another round of passionate lovemaking, your bodies moving together in perfect harmony as you create a universe of pleasure where time and space no longer exist.
The night passes in a blur of sensation, each touch sending ripples of desire through both of you.