Myths and Legends: Puma

by Judy Mays

  Snarling, he rolled off the branch amidst a cloud of golden mist and landed lightly in his human form. As he expected, his cock stiffened immediately. His balls drew up, aching as if the air around them was icy cold and feeling like they were on fire at the same time.

  Karrak slammed his fist against a tree. Not even that pain eased the ache in his loins.

  Baring his teeth, he glared at the setting sun. He had to see her again. Throwing back his head, he screamed to the heavens. In the absolute quiet that had erupted after his scream, he strode toward the village.

  * * *

  Sighing, Mireya sat beside the doorway into the back of the temple and stared at the red and purple hues surrounding the setting sun. The leaves she was washing settled into the bowl of water. She hadn’t been the same ever since that night with Karrak. Who was he to stir her so? He was just a man, wasn’t he?

  “Mireya?”

  She blinked and pulled her thoughts away from Karrak’s amazing cock. “What?”

  “Have you finished with the leaves yet? Tia is waiting to dry them.”

  Mireya blinked again. “What? Leaves? Yes. Yes, I’m finished with them. Here they are.” She held the bowl out to Ninari.

  Her friend stared down at her. “Mireya! What’s wrong with you?”

  She looked up. Concern covered Ninari’s face. “Nothing. Why do you ask?”

  “Because for the last three days, you haven’t been yourself. Are you ill?”

  Mireya shook her head. “No. Of course not. I’m just fine.”

  Skepticism replaced the concern on Ninari’s face. “No. You aren’t. I’ve known you since I came to the temple ten years ago. You’re thinking about something, something that bothers you. What is it? You can tell me.”

  Rising to her feet, she shook her head. “I must go.”

  Night had just completely settled over the village when Mireya hurried into the anteroom, smiling at the senior acolyte who already waited there.

  A commotion at the doorway drew Mireya’s attention, and she signaled the acolyte to her feet as the portly man with gray hair marched into the room.

  “Where is Lilliam? Send for her now.”

  Mireya bowed her head. On his best days, the merchant Chuctal was an impatient man. The scowl on his face told of a not so good day. She bowed her head again. She nodded toward the acolyte. “Go tell Lilliam Chuctal has requested her presence. Hurry.” She turned back to the pacing man. “Would you care for some cool water while you wait?”

  “No.”

  After one final bow of her head, Mireya sat on a bench and watched Chuctal pace. She smiled to herself. Lilliam wouldn’t be happy, but there wasn’t much she could do about a direct request. She wouldn’t dare use the excuse of her monthly if it weren’t true because the High Priestess would be sure to receive a complaint from Chuctal, and he was a rich and powerful man. If Tula found out Lilliam was lying… well, she was not above taking a switch to a bare behind if she deemed it necessary.

  Before long, Lilliam bustled into the room, a sickly smile pasted on her face. “Blessings on you, Chuctal. What do you wish of me?”

  Striding across the room, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward the doorway that led to the temple proper. “Come along. Hurry. I’m a busy man.”

  Once Lilliam had been dragged out of the anteroom, Mireya allowed the chuckles she was trying to swallow escape. Glancing at the acolyte, who had returned with Lilliam, she said, “Chuctal is an old man who requires a great deal of stimulation. He is also a man who does not care to bathe regularly.”

  The girl grinned and nodded. She was the daughter of farmers, so Lilliam either ignored her or treated her like a servant when Tula wasn’t around.

  After a last chuckle, Mireya glanced toward the outer door. It was a black rectangle against the pale stone of the walls. “It’s late. Go to bed. I doubt that we will have any more visitors.”

  Murmuring her good nights, the girl slipped away.

  With a sigh, Mireya leaned back against the cool stone wall. It was late, and she had to be up early tomorrow to make her rounds of the pregnant women in the village. Two of them would soon give birth, and she wanted to make sure all was well with them.

  Thunder rumbled outside, and she smiled. An unexpected storm. Too bad it hadn’t started before Chuctal arrived. Then Lilliam wouldn’t be trying to hold her breath as he lay on top of her grunting like a pig. But then, Chuctal was exactly what Lilliam deserved, arrogant witch.

  A gust of wind burst through the doorway, extinguishing the torches on either side simultaneously.

  Mireya pulled herself from her musings. A powerful storm was brewing. Chuctal might request sanctuary until it passed. Wouldn’t Lilliam just love that since he certainly wouldn’t want to stay here by himself.

  Rising, she turned to leave the anteroom when a small sound from the doorway caught her attention. She looked over her shoulder, sucking in a surprised breath when she saw the dim figure that filled it.

  More thunder rumbled.

  The scent of fresh rain blew in with the wind.

  The figure stepped into the room and strode toward her.

  Golden hair flowed about his face. His blue eyes snapped with anger. His erect cock bobbed with each powerful step.

  “What have you done to me, Mireya?”

  Chapter Seven

  Lightning flashed in the doorway behind him as Mireya dragged her gaze away from his dancing cock and looked up into his angry face. She hadn’t remembered him being so tall. “Done to you? What are you talking about?”

  Halting mere inches away, he glowered down at her. “This!” Grabbing his cock, he shook it. “Since I was with you, I’m hard from the minute I wake in the morning, if dreams of your naked body don’t steal what rest I can get.”

  Mireya bit her lip to keep her laughter from bursting out. He was in lust and didn’t even realize it. Where had he been all his life? Lost in the jungle? “What do you do?”

  He didn’t let go of his cock. “What do you mean?”

  “How do you survive? Where do you live?”

  Releasing his cock, he took a step back. “Why do you want to know?”

  “To better understand your problem.”

  Caution entered his voice. “I -- hunt.”

  Mireya nodded. That explained it then. No wonder he’d escaped notice so long. His was a family of hunters, people who existed on the fringes of society, coming to towns only to trade the furs, skins, and sometimes meat they harvested from the wild. Families like his were secretive and often extremely antisocial.

  She grinned and touched his cock with one finger.

  It bobbed in response.

  “There isn’t anything wrong with you. You’re experiencing lust. Your body hungers for satisfaction.” Still smiling, she looked up into his face again. “Karrak, you need a wife, a woman to share your mat at night.” She touched his cock again. “Then you’ll be satisfied, and you can go about your hunting.”

  “I’m not stupid, Mireya. I know what lust is.” He crossed his arms over his chest. His cock jutted straight out, long and thick, the veins plainly visible. “I don’t lust after any other woman. No other woman has ever affected me like this. Only you haunt my dreams. Only you can satisfy me.”

  Still smiling, Mireya stepped back, her gaze drinking in his form. Three nights ago, she’d been too shocked by the color of his hair and eyes to notice much more about him. Now, she looked her fill.

  Golden hairs curled on his powerful chest, narrowed to a thin line that trailed down across his flat belly to the thick thatch at the juncture of his thighs. More hairs curled on his muscular arms and legs, their yellow color causing them to be barely visible against his tan skin. He had a strong chin, one that spoke of determination, a straight nose, and smooth, thin lips. His golden hair fell riotously about his shoulders. The blue of his eyes was the same as the sky on a clear day.

  She dropped her gaze again. And his cock, his wonderful, bump-covered c
ock, stretched out from its nest of curls, bobbing and jerking as if it were scenting its prey.

  Mireya shivered. She wanted to be that prey. Tilting her head back she looked into his face and said, “How?”

  Karrak never took his gaze from Mireya. She was prettier than he remembered, sexier, more voluptuous. A picture of her standing naked before him appeared in his mind’s eye. He wanted, no, needed, to taste her breasts. “Face to face.”

  Nostrils flaring, he smiled down at her.

  Her voice was eager, and her scent became muskier.

  She laced her fingers through his. “Come with me.” Turning, she led him deeper into the temple.

  This time, Karrak followed her without trepidation. Mireya would not betray him. He hurried after her, remembering how her moist, tight muscles had grasped and sucked at his cock. Tonight he would bury himself even deeper.

  When they reached the chamber, he jerked the door mat across the opening and said, “Take off your dress.”

  Her husky chuckle danced up and down his spine, causing his balls to ache even more.

  Nostrils flared, he inhaled.

  The titillating scent of sweet, womanly musk rolled off her body.

  She was just as excited and eager as he was.

  The shift was barely over her head when Karrak pulled her into his arms, shuddering when the taut tips of her nipples brushed against the muscles of his chest.

  She leaned into him, trapping his aching cock against her soft belly, and wrapped her arms around his waist. She cupped and kneaded his ass cheeks. Lifting her face to his, she said, “Kiss me.”

  Kissing. Yes, kissing. He knew what that was. More than once, from a vantage point high in the trees, he’d watched men and women press their lips against each other’s. The long, slow kisses seemed to be the ones the women liked best.

  He stared down into her dark eyes, and brushed a stray hair back from her forehead. Gently, he traced the green leaves tattooed on her cheeks from one side to the other. Then, he cupped her face with his hands. Her skin was very soft. “You are very beautiful.”

  Lowering his face, he pressed his lips against first one cheek then the other then finger combed her hair back over her left ear, and nibbled a trail of kisses back to her ear, then down the side of her neck.

  She moaned and turned her head to give him better access.

  Karrak threaded his fingers through her thick hair, cupped the back of her head with his left hand, kissed the side of her neck, then sucked gently as he slid his right hand down her side. He wrapped his arm around her waist and held her close.

  Her breath caught, and she shuddered in his arms.

  “You are the most beautiful woman in the world,” he murmured into her ear.

  He kissed her chin, then nipped it.

  After another shudder, she wrapped her leg around his and rubbed her hips against his thighs.

  He covered her mouth with his. His mouth moved on hers, gently at first, then harder. He slanted his head; his lips became more demanding.

  Karrak lifted his head and looked into her dark eyes. “I need you. I need to bury my cock so deeply inside of you I don’t know where I stop and you begin.”

  A small gasp of air slid from between her rich, red lips. “Yes, oh, yes.” Lifting her arms, she grabbed two fistfuls of hair and pulled his mouth back down to hers.

  Then, she opened her mouth to his and slid her tongue around his lips.

  Shocked, Karrak opened his mouth. When she slid her tongue between his lips to caress his teeth and the inside of his mouth, the room began to spin around him. Then she pulled her mouth from his and sucked on his left nipple.

  A shaft of fire shot straight to his groin.

  Groaning, he cupped her ass, lifted her, spread her thighs with his hips, and dropped her onto his throbbing erection. Hoisting her up, he dropped her again, thrusting his hips up at the same time.

  She plastered her lips against his and screamed into his mouth, twisting her hips as she slid down his cock.

  Again he lifted her.

  Again she screwed her way down.

  Again and again and again.

  The pressure built -- much more rapidly than he wanted, but he couldn’t control himself.

  Pulling her mouth from his, she threw back her head and arched her back. “I’m coming. I’m coming.”

  He pulled her close again and buried his face in her neck, inhaling the scent that was uniquely Mireya. “Come, Mireya. Come on me.”

  “Yes. Fill me, Karrak. Bury your cock as deep as you can and fill me.”

  He felt her body shudder. Her internal muscles sucked at his cock. Moisture gushed around it.

  Unable to hold back any longer, he exploded, his come spurting deep into her body.

  Slowly, their breathing returned to normal.

  Carefully, Karrak lifted her off his erection and set her on her feet.

  She staggered and swayed against him, too weak to stand on her own. With her forehead against his chest, he felt her inhale his scent. When she licked beads of sweat from his chest, his cock jerked again.

  Lifting her head, she looked into his face. “Are you going to leave now?”

  Sweeping her into his arms, he stepped across the room to the pile of mats and sweet grasses in the corner. “I want more, more of you.”

  Chapter Eight

  Falling to his knees, he laid her amongst the sweet-smelling grasses and buried his face in her neck.

  Mireya tilted her head to the side. Her voice catching, she said, “You… want… more?”

  A growl rumbled from deep in his chest. “Yes!” He lapped her neck.

  She gasped and shivered. “Your tongue! It’s rough. What…”

  “I was born this way.” He nibbled her collarbone, then trailed his bumpy tongue down across her breast and suckled her taut nipple. “I want you. I need more. I need to bury my cock deep inside of you -- again,” he muttered between her breasts. Then he sucked her other nipple into his mouth.

  Mireya arched her back, pushing her nipple deeper into his mouth. That tongue! Her stomach quivered as it rasped against her breast. Earlier, she’d noticed something different about his tongue, but she’d been too focused on how his cock stretched and filled her to think too much about it.

  But now, she concentrated on how the rough texture of his tongue intensified the feelings on her sensitive skin. He licked her nipple, and she almost came up off the mats as the rough surface scraped the tender nub.

  Burying her hands in his silky hair, she pulled his head up and looked deep into his eyes. “Kiss me.”

  A low growl rumbling in his chest, he settled himself on top of her, nudging her thighs further apart with his knees. Resting his hips on hers, he nestled his cock against her mons. Lowering his head, he nuzzled her mouth, nipping gently and teasing with quick jabs of his tongue.

  Shuddering, Mireya opened her mouth and sucked his tongue inside, wrapping hers around it, caressing the inside of his mouth.

  He opened his mouth wider, thrust his tongue deeper. He began to pump his hips slowly. His cock slid against her pubic hairs.

  Spreading her legs wider, Mireya ground her hips against his. She wanted that wonderful, nubby cock inside of her again. “Please,” she gasped as she pulled her mouth and tongue from his. “Inside. I must have you inside of me. Now!”

  A low growl rolled from his throat. Lifting his hips slightly, he repositioned himself then thrust his cock deep.

  “Oh, yes!” Lifting her legs, Mireya wrapped them around his waist. “Harder. Deeper.”

  Pushing himself up onto his forearms, he rested his weight on them and began to pump his hips. Then he lowered his head and kissed her.

  She slid her hands down his back, raking her blunt nails against his hard muscles.

  He gyrated his hips. “You’re so wet,” he groaned against her mouth. “So wet!”

  Mireya dug her nails into his firm ass.

  He thrust harder.

  Mirey
a tightened her legs. “Yes, oh yes, oh yes. More! Harder.”

  He nipped her shoulder and swiveled his hips as he pounded into her. “You are hot and wet, and I am harder than I have ever been.”

  She tightened her thigh muscles around his waist and her cunt muscles around his cock.

  The bumps on his cock rubbed and teased her quivering muscles. “Now, Karrak. Now!” She locked her mouth onto his and screamed her orgasm into his mouth.

  He pumped once, twice more, then stiffened, grinding his cock into her as deeply as he could.

  Some minutes later, her heart still pounding, Mireya loosened her arms and legs. She’d been holding on tightly, clinging to him as she experienced an orgasm more earthshattering than any other.

  He rolled off of her and lay on his back, sucking in air. When his breathing returned to normal, he said, “You are more than I ever dreamed of.”

  Smiling, she pushed herself up onto an arm and looked down into his face. “I’m no different from any other woman.”

  Shaking his head, he smiled back. “No other woman is like you.” Sliding his arms around her, he pulled her over onto his chest. The curling, golden hairs on his chest teased her nipples -- and his semierect cock rubbed against her thigh.

  Mireya didn’t try to hide her surprise. “Again? Already?”

  Blue fire burned in his eyes. “You do this to me, Mireya. Your scent tantalizes my senses until my cock and balls burn with a fire that won’t be quenched until I bury myself inside of you.”

  Closing her eyes, Mireya shook her head. “You’re young and virile. Any woman will affect you this way.”

  Lifting her, he lapped first one nipple then the other. “No. Only you can satisfy me. I know. I can feel it deep in my soul.”

  Joy and trepidation danced up Mireya’s spine, the woman in her reveling at his declaration, the priestess in her dismayed. He should not feel this way about her. He was young. He needed his own woman, not a priestess.

  “You need a wife.”

  He suckled her breast. “I want you.”

  Delicate pain shot from her nipple to her loins.