Pocahontas - Part Deaux

Chapter 6

Hey peeps! Firstly, I want to thank kingdomdance for the awesome cover (eyes right). My very first fan art. Thank you so much <3 xxx

This is the last chapter now (cue the violins).... so ENJOY! :)
Oh, by the way, this chapter may be a little risqué... so this chapter is rated [R]. 
Feedback would be cool... I've never written anything like this before. Did I do good or terrible? XD Thank you all so much for sticking with this story. <3 

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Chapter 6

The next day, Pocahontas was very nervous. She was dressed in a beautiful gown. The top was white, and tucked into the lovely red skirt, which flowed all the way down to her ankles. Around her waist, she wore a wide red and gold belt, which made her curves stand out wonderfully. Her hair was left loose and decorated with flowers. She paced the hut anxiously. Finally, Nakoma came inside. She too was dressed in a white gown. They both gasped at the same time. “You look gorgeous!” Nakoma cried.

Pocahontas laughed. “So do you!”

They both ran into each other and hugged.

“I’m so nervous.” Pocahontas said. “I keep thinking I’ll fall over or do something stupid in front of all those people.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll be walking beside you.” Nakoma reassured.

Pocahontas smiled.

Chief Powhatan peered his head around the tent. “It’s time to go.”

They both walked over to the Chief. He held out his arms, and Pocahontas and Nakoma each took one. He would be walking them both down the aisle.

They stepped out of the tent. Hundreds of people were gathered all around, but Pocahontas’ gaze flew straight to the bottom of the aisle, where the two most handsome men she’d ever seen stood. John smith wore a plain white shirt, which he left unbuttoned at the top to reveal his perfect chest. Such a tease. He had black breeches, which disappeared into his bucket top boots, and at his hips, wore his sword. His hair, he combed back, and secured into a ponytail with a strip of leather. On his head, he sported a large cavalier hat, with a brilliantly white ostrich plume sticking out from one side. He looked rather like a pirate, she thought, but nonetheless, looked utterly sensuous, and Pocahontas couldn’t wait to get her hands on him. She blushed at the thought.

John Rolfe, on the other hand, wore a rather flamboyant cream suit, made from fine silk. The cuffs and collar were decorated with white lace. On his feet, he wore brown buckled shoes. His hair was also tied back into a ponytail, but he wore no hat. Nakoma also blushed, and Pocahontas wondered if she’d been thinking the same as her.

Chief Powhatan led the two women down the aisle to their dashing fiancés, who stood in awe at the sight of their ladies.

Some of the sailors had brought their guitars and harmonicas, and began to play “Here Comes the Bride”.

Everything was so perfect.

Finally, they got to the end of the aisle, and both the grooms held out their hands to their brides.

“You look gorgeous.” Smith whispered into Pocahontas’ ear.

“So do you.” She whispered back.

One of the Elders would be carrying out the ceremony. He stood in front of the two couples and relayed the vows, which the couples repeated after him.

“You may now kiss your bride.” He announced.

And they did just that. They kissed, and kissed, until they were so out of breath they just had to stop. Smith glanced over at Rolfe, who stood there slack jawed, along with Nakoma. “He said kiss, not eat each other.”

Smith grinned, and turned back to Pocahontas. “Well, Mrs. Smith, I believe we have some unfinished business.”

Pocahontas raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”

He picked her up; legs draped over his arms, and Pocahontas let out a squeal. He carried her to the riverbank, where he placed her gently into a kayak.

He waved goodbye to everyone, before climbing in himself.

“Where are we going?” Pocahontas asked excitedly.

“Somewhere more… private.” He said with a wink.

Pocahontas blushed.

John stopped the kayak and pulled it up onto the bank, gathering Pocahontas up and carrying her into the woods. “Here should do nicely.”

He placed her gently on the ground. She looked up into his eyes and pulled his head down to kiss him.

“I love you.” He murmured between kisses.

She stopped and put her hands on his chest to push him away.

He looked at her with confusion in his eyes, but she smirked and looked at him through her lashes. “Show, don’t tell.” She purred.

He chuckled. “Saucy.”

She unbuttoned his shirt, and glided her hands over his smooth chest, all the way down to his stomach, and stopped at his belt buckle. She looked at it as if it were a poisonous bug that needed stepping on.

“It holds my trousers up, to stop them falling down.” He chuckled, having realised she’s probably never seen one before.

“Oh. Well, I don’t want them held up.” She said as she tugged at the buckle. She unfastened it and then pulled him down on top of her.

He unlaced her dress, and slid it off her body.

“Beautiful.” He murmured.

Pocahontas removed his shirt, and then his trousers, getting a sight of the gorgeous body that would now be all hers.

She pulled him back on top of her, savouring the warmth of his naked body on top of hers.

He placed a row of kisses along her neck, and down to her breasts.

She arched her back and let out a moan as he took a nipple in his mouth, and teased it with his tongue.

She ran her hands through his hair, tugging it loose from its ponytail. She guided his face back up to hers and looked into his eyes.

“Are you ready?” He whispered.

She nodded her head. “Yes.”

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It was beginning to get dark. They had spent all day in the woods.

They lay in each other’s arms, exhausted and gasping for breath. Every muscle in their bodies ached, but they didn’t care.

“Again?” John asked.

Pocahontas laughed, and pulled him on top of her once again.

How could she refuse?