The plants quickly became tall plants with flowers and fruits weighing down their limbs. Trees unlike any she’d ever seen before began to grow and the moonlight illuminated a variety of animals resting on their branches, safe from the creatures that inhabited the jungle floor. Mira did not find any of this strange; she simply felt happy that she was witnessing such a lovely event.
Then time seemed to speed up, and the days sped into night within the blink of an eye; people came and went, until the scenes before her eyes slowed down and a tall building grew out of the forest. She saw two people on top of a temple, speaking in a language that she’d never heard but somehow knew. Standing in the shadows of the temple she didn’t wonder how she got there, she just watched as the couple reached to the heavens imploringly then quickly turned into Panthers. Mira knew she was witnessing the birth of the were-people and watched as their lives played out before her. The couple appeared to be Salvador and herself, but the woman had the black hair of the indigenous people.
She watched, through lifetime after lifetime, as the civilization rose, then fell under the weight of rival civilizations and a growing famine. She watched as the desert encroached and the city in the jungle disappeared, blown away with time. The use of the building materials for other purposes saw the blocks removed or simply buried, until the city was finally nothing more than the spot she sat in now.
In the desert she saw Salvador shift, coming to her with the slow sensual gait all big cats possess. He nuzzled her face with his own, rubbing himself along her now lean, fur-covered body. Mira followed as she ran up the steps of the temple that now appeared again before her eyes, torches lighting the way up the steps until she reached the top. A slab rested there, lit by the torches and she rested on it, shifting back into human form as Salvador took his place above her.
“We are the chosen ones, Mira; we have to ensure our people can carry on. We shall make a child here, tonight, that will lead our people out of the darkness, into a place where they are safe and will live long into the future.” His lips brushed hers then, making her forget the hard feel of the stone slab beneath her as she lost herself in Salvador’s body, or the oddness of the words he spoke.
Mira sat up, wanting to touch his skin finally, and ran her fingers over his tattoo, noting the skin felt the same as the rest of his skin, like silk stretched over his muscles, bones, and sinew. She ran her hands down his shoulders, across his well-muscled back, and down to grasp his tight buttocks, just below the dimples in his back. She squeezed the tight muscles, encouraging him forward as he deepened the kiss, wanting to feel his hard length against her own soft body.
As the kiss continued, Mira moaned, feeling her excitement rise as Salvador’s hands roamed her body. He broke away to kiss down her long smooth neck, and she leaned back so he could have better access. Her legs dangled from the slab she was on, but she wrapped them around his slim waist as his tongue slid down the skin of her throat, to her dark, carmine colored left nipple. Her breath caught in her throat as his lips slid over the bud and his teeth grazed the sensitive skin.
Salvador moaned against her skin and the vibration sent shivers straight up her spine and into her brain. Mira spread her legs wider as Salvador moved down her body, exploring her smooth skin slowly in her trance reality. Mira didn’t even stop to wonder if this was really happening or just a trance; she just wanted to experience Salvador’s passion. His lips brushed her just below the indentation of her belly button and she tensed, not sure if the feeling tickled her or was pleasurable. He quickly moved lower, letting his tongue lead the way.
Mira’s eyes rolled up to the sky as Salvador’s mouth intruded into her most secret parts. There were billions of stars she’d never seen before, and she could actually see the Milky Way for a change. She quickly forgot the scene above her as Salvador found the spot that thrilled her the most and worked it between his teeth. His tongue flicked against her once softly, then roughly as he let his entire tongue rasp along her clit and her eyes opened wide again, her back arching as a shooting star flew over them both. She followed the star, flying into the heavens where pleasure made her body spasm and her voice ring out.
Salvador did not let her rest, instead he kissed her again as the pleasure ebbed and her breathing slowed. He stroked her tongue with his own. She could taste herself there and sucked his tongue, wanting to get every last drop of her from his mouth. Moving her hands up his neck, she urged him to continue, to make the kiss last longer. As their tongues swirled together, Mira felt the head of his cock at her entrance, slowly nudging into her. She thrust her hips up, her feet pressing into the stone slab, wanting all of him inside her quickly but didn’t break her mouth away from his. She loved the feel of his lips and the taste of him far too much to let go.
Salvador broke away from her lips; however, to stare into her eyes as he moved within her. Salvador slowed the thrust of hips against her own, watching her face as he slid into her with slow even movements. Mira could see he was watching and knew he was waiting for something but did not know what. She slowed her own movements in response, watching him the same as he watched her and slowly, ever so slowly, awareness came back to her.
They weren’t on the top of a temple, there were no torches, and the people that had brought them there were all gone. She wasn’t even on a stone slab; she was cushioned and cradled by the sand of the desert, the blanket beneath her protecting her skin from abrasion. Confused, she tried to sit up, but Salvador gently pushed her back down. Her movements shifted his cock inside of her and she tensed, looking up at him. They were really having sex! She wasn’t sure what to make of that, but she did know she didn’t want to stop. This might be the only chance she had at having him and she was going to take it.
“Salvador?” Mira asked, moving her hand up to touch his beard covered face. She ran her fingers through the facial hair and up into his hair line, loving how the long locks hung down into her face. His hair was thick, dark, and silky between her fingers.
“It’s okay, Mira; I’ll stop if you want me to.” Salvador spoke to her gently. “The spirit world sometimes takes us to places we weren’t exactly expecting to go.”
“No,” she said uncertainly, then more strongly, “no, I don’t want you to stop. I want to spend the rest of the night out here with you, under this sky. Don’t stop.”
She pulled his face back down to her own, wanting this one night at least, and determined to fill her memory with his taste, his smell, his feel, and his voice. Who knew what the future held for her, but she was going to ensure she had this memory carved into her brain before letting him go again.
Making a noise and shifting, she indicated to him that she wanted to have him beneath her and she took her time, climbing over him to settle in just the right spot. She kissed his lips, his neck, his own dark-brown nipples, before sliding down to take him into her mouth. She sucked his cock, loving the taste of her own body mixed with his. She did not stay there long, however, Mira simply wanted the taste of him in her mouth for now, too greedy to let him simply cum in her mouth and be on his way. No, she wanted to feel him between her thighs, to feel his body pushing up into hers.
She shifted her position, kneeling in just the right way so that she could guide his hard cock into her wet folds. Then she sank down onto him, enjoying the friction and feel of him stretching her wider than she’d ever felt before. Mira’s breath caught as she finally rested her ass against his hips. She squeezed her inner muscles and let a dirty laugh loose as he sucked in his own breath. She was so tight around him, she could feel him pulsing inside of her and knew he had to be able to feel her own movements around him.
Salvador placed his hands on her hips, letting her set the pace as he contributed his own movements in time with hers. Mira quickly lost herself to the pleasure, her knees aching slightly, but she ignored the pain as the pleasure between her thighs rose. When she leaned back his cock hit just the right spot, and she refused to move from that position until she was pantin
g, unable to form words. As her second orgasm scorched through her body, Mira momentarily wondered if her contracting pussy was hurting him but let the thought drift away as Salvador gave a guttural groan that set her off again.
The sound he made could have been confusion, it could have been pain, but from the way he gripped her ass and pulled her tighter to his body, she knew it was pleasure. She rode him faster then, letting the friction of her own movements pull him with her to oblivion.
Mira sank to the ground beside him when she’d caught her breath, wondering what would come next. For now she wanted to nap, to stare up at the stars, to suck on his beautiful cock some more, all at the same time. Salvador moved to his side, facing Mira, and kissed her. Smiling he sat watching her and slowly her eyes closed, and she slept there with him, in the desert with the Milky Way shining bright above them.
Chapter Four
“Your name is Julia? Why should that matter to me?” Mira asked as the beautiful woman before her swept haughtily around the room, fanning the sheer fabric of part of her skirt around her dramatically as she paced. Mira and Salvador had come back to the house early that morning, sleeping in Salvador’s room until Salvador rose to go take care of some business for the day. Mira could still feel his touch on her skin, the brush of his beard across her nipples, and she blushed just thinking about it.
Salvador had made her feel like she was beautiful for the first time in her life. No man had ever made her feel like that. Some had made her feel special for a moment or two but most wandered away when the next woman caught their attention. She’d learned to take men or leave them but Salvador was different. He was considerate, making sure she was comfortable and happy, he made her laugh, and he listened to her opinions. He appreciated that she was educated and they’d spent a lot of time discussing historical eras and occurrences. He really was the man of her dreams.
“Pardon me? Mira is it? Well, Mira I have some things you need to know if you’ll stop daydreaming about Salvador for five minutes.” The woman rudely interrupted. Looking at her, she was the kind of nympho Mira would expect Salvador to date but she had no idea who the woman was. She had that blonde hair color that was mixed with other shades that shouted ‘expensive, time consuming, and self-absorption’ to Mira. Her makeup was flawless and would have done a porn queen proud. The body revealed by what amounted to lingerie, that the woman apparently considered clothing, must have been a plastic surgeon’s crowning achievement with breasts and an ass that were not humanly possible but still somehow attractive.
“Let me guess? You’re Salvador’s lover and you’re here to reclaim him from frumpy little old me? Is this the part where I’m supposed to run off and turn into you so that I can win him back? Because I can tell you this much honey, if he wanted you, he’d be with you. Not with me. But just to be fair, how about I go home for a little while and we’ll see how this works out? I can tell you before you start, you can’t tell me anything that I haven’t told myself before and if Salvador wants me, he has to prove it. I know he’s the next pack leader and has to produce an heir; I know we were contracted to marry at an early age. I also know you’re the type of dream woman he deserves. But sometimes, sometimes honey, us fat chicks win, so if you don’t mind, take your hooker looking ass on out the door so I can pack, okay? And honestly, I hope you catch syphilis.” Completely and totally astonished at the venom she’d just unleashed on the woman, Mira showed her the door, and shut it quietly as the woman flounced out with a sour look on her face. I bet she looks like she’s 50 in two more years, Mira thought to herself as she smiled and walked out of another door that lead to her bedroom.
Sure, she could play the part of the broken-hearted fat chick and go home dismal and alone to eat herself into tighter pants, but not this time. She had a chance, an opportunity as one of the children of the Jaguar Clan, and she was going to make sure Salvador understood what this chance meant as well. They had a real chance at love here, a chance to do something for their clan, and she was going to walk away from it now to make sure they both had their cards laid out on the table where no mistakes could be made. She wasn’t going to live her life worrying if he was cheating, she was going to live it knowing he was happy with her or live without him altogether. He had to know the same thing about her.
With a smile, she walked into her bedroom and packed her bags, asking the maid to call a cab for her as she loaded the bags into the hallway before writing a note to let Salvador know where she was going to be. Last night had been wonderful, spectacular even, and she wanted more, but she also knew who she was now and knew she deserved better than a marriage of convenience, a marriage that suited their clan. She deserved his love and devotion, and Salvador deserved the same from her. She smiled as she placed the note on his pillow, knowing he might misinterpret her good-bye, but willing to take the chance. If he let her go that was his loss, she was still going to be the clan’s story-keeper, she’d just do it another way.
Mira fell asleep as the plane left Mexico, not realizing that it was Halloween, the night where the spirit world could cross into present reality. She hadn’t paid any attention to the signs, only wanting to get back to New York, to finish her job up, then head back to her new home. In her dreams, she found the people she’d missed the most her entire life; her parents.
Her mother, young when she’d had Mira and dead before Mira was two, was a beautiful version of her daughter, with dark-brown hair and the same brown eyes Mira had. Her blonde hair came from her father and she wished momentarily that she’d had his clear grey eyes. They hugged her and held her close, both wanting to touch the daughter they’d missed for so long. They took her to a room with a large mirror on the wall and smiled at her, imploring her to look into the mirror. In the mirror, she saw her life with Salvador as his wife, laughter, love, and children filled the mirror. She smiled, reaching out to touch the mirror but the image changed, becoming dark and clouded as her finger touched the rim. The picture showed Mira in a dark, dusty room this time, her hair silver; her features pinched and bitter looking between the lines. She knew from this picture what life without Salvador would be and knew what the right decision was. If he came to New York she had to take the chance because life with him was going to be far sweeter than one without him.
It took Salvador two days to find her and then he was there before her, a smile on his face, and his hair in that incredible bun that made her itch to touch him. Something about it just made her crazy for him. She opened the door wide, spreading her arms out to him. He gathered her up, carrying her into the tiny apartment.
He soon found her bed and had her naked beneath him, face-down in the bed as he stroked his cock in and out of her. “Tell me you’ll never leave me again, Mira. I can’t take being without you.”
“I won’t leave you again, Salvador, ever. Please, faster my darling. I need to feel all of you.” Mira felt as though the world was spinning, and she did not want to get off of it for a change. Salvador had her body begging for him the moment he appeared at the door, and she was helpless to refuse it. Mira moved with him, confident in herself because Salvador loved her, loved her body and soul. He loved the soft curves of her body, the way her skin glowed, and that when he pushed into her he didn’t bruise his hips. He loved feeling her beneath him and feeling her softness, not hard bone. Skinny girls were okay but he preferred bigger women, and Mira most of all.
Mira didn’t hide herself, didn’t hide her longing for him. She felt no shame in begging him to fuck her, or in pushing his head between her legs. She knew he enjoyed pleasuring her just as much as she enjoyed pleasuring him and as the sun sank down into night, she finally pushed him over the edge. He’d had her in every room of her apartment, in the bathroom, on the couch, the floor, but he hadn’t allowed himself a release yet. He wanted only her pleasure, but now she was tiring. She needed to feel him cum; she needed to know he’d had his own release or she’d have him in every room of the place. Their love pushed them; their delight in each ot
her’s pleasure drove them to seek the depths of that pleasure out but now Mira needed rest, but she would not rest unless he came.
She got down on her knees, with him before her on her bed, and took him deep into her throat, moving her head up and down. His hands slid into her blonde hair, not controlling her movements but allowing her to move to her own rhythm. She moved her head quickly, sucking him to the tip of his cock before sliding back down again. Mira’s hands moved on him as he slid from between her lips, encouraging him to let go. She smiled as she felt the first hot drop on her cheek, then licked up the one that landed on her lips, grinning up into his eyes as the rest landed on her chest.
His breath came in short, harsh cries, his release so powerful he shut his eyes and let his head fall back. He loved the sight of her covered in his cum but he couldn’t hold his head up as she stroked more of his juices from his cock.
They fell into bed together, whispering of their plans for the future. Mira remembered something just before she fell asleep and spoke the thought aloud to Salvador.
“Babe, when I was in the trance and we made love for the first time you said something about a baby. That we were making a baby. Was that true?” Mira hoped it was, she really did. She’d like to have more time with him without a child, but she’d also love to have a child of her own as well.
“Yes my love, you’ll be able to take a test in another week or so to confirm it but that’s what we were doing. We were creating the next generation of were-jaguar. They’ll have both of us there to love them as well; it won’t be like your life, alone and lonely. We’ll both be there for our children and they will know nothing but love from us.” He said as he kissed her one more time.
A year later, Mira laughed as she watched Salvador making funny faces at their daughter on the fertile green lawn of their back garden. Her husband was as much in love with their child as he was with her mother. He’d never seen anyone so fascinated with a baby before. Already Isadora’s eyes were the same green as her fathers, and her baby fine hair was the color of her mother’s blonde hair. Isadora’s birth had brought them even closer together somehow. Each new stage of their relationship, of their lives as leader of the Jaguar Clan and as keeper of their stories brought them closer together.
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