Myths and Legends: Jaguar
Sara Powell
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Chapter 1
The roar of a hunting jaguar woke Balam from his light doze. Lifting his head, he sniffed the wind. The big cat was heading away from the village. Good. He didn’t want to confuse the inhabitants with two jaguars.
Controlling his own urge to roar -- to do so would only bring the hunting jaguar to see who was invading his territory -- Balam turned his head toward the setting sun. Time to go.
Rising, he stretched, extending each limb, stretching each toe, unsheathing each long, sharp claw. He yawned, then licked his jowls, sweeping his tongue over each curved canine. Looking down, he surveyed the ground beneath him. The branch where he rested was twelve feet high -- not much of a leap.
After one last stretch, he rolled off the tree limb and landed lightly in the underbrush. A peccary mother squealed with fear and hustled her brood away.
Balam ignored her. He had other prey to hunt. Tail lashing, he trotted toward the village. The priest’s sacrifice would not have the outcome he planned.
As the sun set, a woman’s angry scream reverberated through the trees.
* * *
“Release me, you hairy sons of Takom bloodfish!” Scraping her naked ass against the rough stone of the altar, Sanika squirmed away from the men trying to capture her legs. She jerked against the coarse, braided rope that bound her wrists above her head. Sweat caused by the heat from the torches and heavy humidity in the air beaded on her forehead and between her naked breasts.
The odor of pungent incense hovered over the flat top of the hill.
“Fucking bitch. You will not ruin my sacrifice,” the priest growled through gritted teeth. Then, to the larger of his assistants, “Lie on her if you must. Keep her still!”
The muscular body of the older acolyte fell across her waist, and the acrid stench of unwashed man mixed with the scent of the incense.
Cruel fingers pinched the tender skin on the inside of her thigh. “Where’s the girl?”
Gagging, Sanika spat, “You’ll never get your filthy hands on her. She will not be subjected to your bloodthirsty perversions. I’ll never tell you where she is.”
A faint roar echoed from beneath the trees. Somewhere, a jaguar hunted.
His glance toward the darkening jungle earned the youngest acolyte a blow from her heel on the fleshy part of his shoulder. Grimacing, he rubbed it and said, “She speaks the truth, Dloto. We can’t get the girl prepared in time now. What will we do? The gods demand a sacrifice.”
A fat hand slapped Sanika’s thigh against rough stone. “Goddess whore. You’ll take the place of the girl you released.”
Sanika kicked at him, momentarily freeing her foot. “I’m a consecrated priestess. The people won’t allow it.”
Sneering, Dloto pinched her again. “Do you think they’ll care? The rains haven’t come. Their crops are more important to them than you are. Besides, what more fitting sacrifice is there than a priestess?”
A loud oof burst from Dloto’s mouth when her foot connected with his soft belly. The fat priest released her and doubled over. “Bitch. Guaar! Ruderr! Tie the fucking slut down.”
Monotone chanting wafted up the cone-shaped hill from the crowd surrounding its base. Deep, rhythmic beating from the drums joined in.
The chanting grew louder as Sanika jerked her hands against her bonds. If she could roll off the side of the altar, maybe she could get free. Sticky moisture trickled down her arms.
Blood.
Vicious fingers stabbed between her legs and buried themselves inside of her.
Shocked, she froze.
“Tie her down now!” Dloto commanded as he twisted his fingers.
Sanika’s internal muscles shuddered when a fingernail scraped delicate flesh as she tried to jerk her hips away. Her legs were jerked apart and tied down.
The priest dug his fingers deeper.
Clenching her teeth against Dloto’s painful probing, she sneered, “Get your hands off me!”
Leering down at her, Dloto ignored her command and shoved a third finger inside of her, twisting, turning, pumping. “Do you like how that feels? You, who have dedicated yourself to the pleasures of the body,” he spat. “You are nothing more than a prostitute, one who has mislead the people with your false teachings. The goddess’s priestesses spread their thighs for any man who asks.”
Dloto slid his fingers from her body and began to massage her clit.
Shocked at the sudden change, Sanika gritted her teeth against a moan. His touch had become gentle, enticing.
Dloto’s leer became an evil chuckle. “Do you like being fucked, Priestess? You enjoy having a man’s cock buried inside of you. It’s what you’ve been trained for.”
Stomach muscles contracting, Sanika glared at him, refusing to answer his taunts.
“You must like being fucked considering you will spread your legs for any man who comes into the temple.” The priest grinned. “You’ll die as you lived, Priestess. My acolytes and I will all fuck you before you’re sacrificed.”
Closing her eyes, Sanika bit her lip. The priest’s fingers continued to caress and tease. She felt moisture trickle.
No! This couldn’t be! Her body could not betray her, not with this, this pig.
“You’re getting wet.” Chuckling, Dloto smoothed her moisture along her hairless mons. “Your body is so well-trained, responding to my slightest touch. Tell me, Priestess, do you like being dominated, tied down to be fucked? Made prisoner to the desires of men?” He picked up his blue sacrificial knife of volcanic glass and trailed the dull side down Sanika’s body. “My touch excites you. Your body hungers for my cock. Will you enjoy having my cock rammed into your tight ass?”
Sanika spit in his face.
The villagers at the base of the hill began to stamp their feet and sway. The drums grew louder.
Again, the roar of the jaguar echoed from the jungle. It hunted closer.
Ignoring the gob of spit on his cheek, Dloto cupped Sanika’s breast. Very gently, he flicked her nipple with his thumb.
Much to her dismay, it puckered.
The priest chuckled. “So well trained. Even now with your death approaching, your body readies itself for sex.” He flicked her other nipple. “Such a deep, red dye you have on your nipples. They look like ripe berries.” He bent and suckled. “They don’t taste as sweet.” He trailed his hand down across her stomach as he moved to the bottom of the altar. “No hair between your legs like decent women and your lower lips are dyed red, too.”
Sanika shuddered as he slid his fingers between her lips.
Bending over, he looked cl
oser. “Do they taste any different from another woman’s lips?”
Swallowing the bile rising in her throat, Sanika closed her eyes and tensed her entire body. The thought of Dloto’s mouth between her legs made her nauseous.
Moist lips descended on her. A tongue began to lap.
A hand grabbed a fist full of hair and jerked.
Hissing, she opened her eyes and stared into the senior acolyte’s face. “Take your hands from me, pig.”
Guaar pushed her head down. “Watch, whore, as my master tastes you, or I will pull all of your hair out.”
Fighting the pleasure welling between her legs, Sanika looked down.
A gust of wind blew acrid incense into her face so the sight of the priest’s fat, bald head bobbing between her thighs had her stomach rolling and heaving.
Straightening, Dloto wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “You taste no different than any other woman.” He grinned maliciously. “Do you like big cocks? Guaar’s cock is larger than any I’ve ever seen. And he has toys he likes to use.” He nodded to Guaar. “Show the priestess the gift you have for her.”
The older acolyte released her hair, stepped to his master’s side, and removed his loincloth. Grinning, he slid a golden ring over his thick cock, settling it at the base.
Sanika tried to jerk away when he reached for her, but her hips only moved a few inches.
The acolyte’s fingers dipped and swirled between her thighs. He withdrew them, grabbed his cock, and pumped it.
It swelled quickly.
Sanika stared helplessly as he fondled himself. His cock grew longer and thicker -- too long and too thick. She swallowed. Without proper preparation, a woman could not take a cock that size inside of her.
Reaching down, Dloto lifted his acolyte’s cock. “Look here, Priestess, at the gift Guaar brings you.” He pulled Guaar forward with his cock. “Look here.”
The blood drained from Sanika’s face. A golden bar lay atop the thick, purple head of his cock, piercing both sides of his foreskin. The bar had barbed ends.
Sighing, Guaar closed his eyes and shivered as his master caressed him. He thrust his hips once, twice.
Dloto chuckled but kept his attention focused on Sanika. “Imagine these golden barbs entering you, each thrust cutting and tearing, your blood flowing both inside and out as I fondle your clit. Pleasure and pain, Priestess, pleasure and pain. I have always found the pain more enjoyable -- especially giving it.”
To punctuate his statement, he let go of Guaar’s cock and trailed the point of his knife across her stomach.
Fire immediately burned through Sanika’s muscles.
The priest grinned down at her. “The knife is coated with oleander sap.”
The jaguar’s roar became an angry scream.
Ruderr, the younger acolyte, looked toward the jungle. His voice was uneasy. “That jaguar draws closer. Rumors say a jaguar killed a priest in another village.”
Dloto brushed his comments aside. “Foolishness and unfounded rumor. That jaguar is merely hunting. See, Guaar isn’t worried.”
Grinning maniacally, Guaar pumped and fondled his cock, stopping every now and then to slide a finger inside of the priestess and coat his cock with her moisture.
As the acolyte poked and prodded, Dloto trailed his knife across her body, muttering and chuckling.
Sanika clenched her teeth. Stray tears rolled down her cheeks.
Dloto poked at the jewel in her navel. “I will take the jade you wear here and in your nose and ears for a golden collar. I will think of you when I wear it.”
Glaring at the priest, Sanika swallowed against the rapidly spreading pain. She was going to die, but she didn’t have to talk to her murderer while he tortured her.
Dloto checked the angle of the sun. It was time to begin the sacrifice.
“Ruderr,” he said as he turned, “you will fuck her first.”
The young acolyte stared at the priestess, his face pale. His loincloth lay flat against his hips. He showed no evidence of an erection.
Ruderr swallowed. “I can’t.”
Dloto swore softly. Young acolytes were sometimes affected in such a way. He should have remembered and dosed the boy with the proper herbs.
Leaning over, he jerked Ruderr’s loincloth from his hips and reached for his flaccid penis. It was limp and soft. The sac with his testicles hung low. Dloto rolled the boy’s cock in his hand. He cupped and massaged his balls. Ignoring the jaguar’s roars, Dloto concentrated on his acolyte, pumping and caressing the boy’s flaccid penis. He stepped closer and pulled the boy toward him.
At the base of the hill, the chants turned into screams. The villagers stopped circling the hill, and the low rumble of uncertainty and fear drifted through the crowd. Those closest to the trees ran toward the town, shrieking in terror about a balam.
Releasing Ruderr’s semi-hard penis, Dloto jerked back and looked toward the jungle.
A huge, black jaguar paced back and forth before the green foliage.
Moaning, Ruderr fell to his knees and began to rock back and forth, copious tears rolling down his cheeks. “A jaguar guardian comes for the priestess. We have sinned. We have sinned.”
Jerking his head around, Dloto nodded to Guaar. He had wanted to fuck the woman’s ass himself, but that wasn’t possible now. If he didn’t control the crowd, he’d lose face with everyone here, and, more importantly, his fellow priests in the other villages. The ceremony must continue. The jaguar was no threat. It was simply curious. None of the big cats were brave enough to attack such a large group of people. It would soon disappear back into the jungle, but he’d use its appearance for his own benefit. “Behold,” he bellowed. “The jaguar god himself comes to accept our offering. We are favored among the towns of our country.”
Dloto raised the bloody knife into the rays of the setting sun. “Accept our gift, great Kinch Ahau. Bring us rain.”
A single, scarlet drop splattered onto the altar next to the priestess’s hip.
The jaguar roared once more then sprang toward the altar.
Chapter 2
Tears slid down Sanika’s cheeks as she struggled to remain conscious, but the poison swimming through her veins had become too painful to combat.
His face now hidden behind a grotesque mask, Guaar stepped to the bottom of the altar and crawled up between her thighs, his bulbous erection jerking. The golden barbs attached to his foreskin glittered.
Grinning viciously, Dloto leaned closer and raised his knife. “You will not feel the plunge of the knife until Guaar’s barbed cock tears into you.”
The last rays of the setting sun slid onto her face.
Guaar moved up over her body, purposely scratching the tender skin on the inside of her thigh with the barbs.
Sucking in her breath, Sanika closed her eyes. Her body was already on fire from the poison. Those barbs would add more pain as they tore her apart from inside out, but at least she wouldn’t suffer long. And the child, the child would not suffer at all.
A coughing roar exploded to the left of the altar, and a heavy weight landed across Sanika’s body. Soft fur tickled her torso as a musty smell enveloped her.
The stone pillar holding a stone bowl of burning incense toppled over as Guaar tumbled from atop her body.
Startled by the warm, heavy weight, Sanika dragged her eyes open and stared into the snarling face of a black jaguar -- a jaguar whose long, sharp teeth were only inches from her throat. She sobbed. Was Dloto right? Were the gods angry because she stole the child away? Had Kinch Ahau himself come for her?
She swallowed. So be it. She didn’t regret saving the child. Better the jaws of the god than the blue sacrificial knife of a corrupt priest. A shudder that started at her toes surged up her body. Gulping one last breath of air, she closed her eyes, tilted her chin up, and presented her throat.
A warm, abrasive tongue lapped up the tears that rolled down her cheek.
Face tingling, Sanika opened her eyes and loo
ked into the jaguar’s face.
Emerald green eyes stared down into hers -- eyes filled with uncanny intelligence.
Intelligence? She swallowed. “What are you?”
The jaguar rubbed its furry cheek against hers and turned to face the priest.
Holding the shaking knife before him, Dloto stumbled back.
Tail lashing, the snarling and hissing jaguar hunched over Sanika’s splayed body, its long, white canine teeth gleaming in the gathering twilight. Claws extended, it lifted its huge paw and swiped at the priest.
Dloto took another step back and shivered. Green eyes! The beast had green eyes! No jaguar had green eyes! The huge cats had yellow eyes. Could it be an avatar of the gods?
The jaguar snarled again, and a squeaky scream escaped Dloto’s throat. They had to get rid of this beast and complete the sacrifice.
“Stab it in the eye!” Guaar yelled as he grabbed a stone incense bowl.
After a quick glance at his acolyte, Dloto raised the knife and tripped forward.
Lashing out with its paw, the jaguar knocked the knife from Dloto’s hand. A second swipe disemboweled him.
Hands cupping his bloody intestines, Dloto fell to his knees and rolled screaming over the edge of the platform.
The crack of his neck breaking as he hit the ground was audible even to Sanika. In spite of the pain pulsing through her veins, she allowed herself a small smile. Her life might be over, but with Dloto dead, no more children would suffer.
Through blurry eyes, Sanika watched as the jaguar pivoted on its hind legs to face Guaar’s attack.
A sharp claw grazed her leg, and she moaned.
Ducking the stone bowl, the cat launched itself onto Guaar, sinking its teeth into the acolyte’s throat, raking its hind claws across the man’s abdomen.
More blood gushed.
The jaguar shook Guaar once, dropped the lifeless body, and turned to the younger acolyte.
Sobbing, Ruderr huddled at the base of the altar and curled up at the cat’s feet.
Blood dripped from the cat’s jaws as he sniffed Ruderr then turned away. He paced to the edge of the platform and stared down at the priest’s still body. The crowd was gone, fled to their homes as soon as he’d leaped up onto the altar.
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