As she sucked his tongue into her mouth, Sanika lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist. She shuddered around his cock, first grasping then releasing its ribbed surface. Whimpering, she ground her hips harder against his.
Balam pulled his mouth from Sanika’s, arched his back, and buried himself inside of her as far as he could. Throwing back his head, he roared and erupted into Sanika’s molten heat. Beneath him she shuddered and keened her pleasure. She clasped his cock, milking and sucking the last drop of seed from him.
Gasping for breath, he fell to her side, pulling her into his arms, holding her tightly.
Shuddering, Sanika dropped her head onto his firm chest, more satisfied and content than any other time in her life.
“Are you finished with him, Priestess? I too need to be serviced.”
Chapter 10
Before Sanika realized that they weren’t alone, Balam was on his feet, his roar echoing around the cave.
Arms crossed over his chest, Karrak leaned against a thick stalagmite.
Balam bared his teeth. “Get out.”
Sanika pushed herself to her feet.
Light from the torch reflected off Karrak’s rich golden hair as he stepped toward them. He nodded toward her. “Ask her. She is a priestess dedicated to every man’s pleasure.” He stepped closer, his cock jutting before him.
Sanika’s gaze dropped to his cock. Like Balam’s, it was covered with tiny bumps. Involuntarily, she shivered. Karrak’s cock wasn’t as long as Balam’s but it was thicker. And those bumps. Balam had taught her exactly what they could do.
Karrak laughed and a hint of mockery slipped into his voice. “Look at her. She can’t take her eyes from me.”
Balam shifted his glance to her, a question in his eyes.
Sanika shook her head. “You’re young and handsome, Karrak, but I have chosen Balam.”
His grin taunted. “What about your vows? You swore to serve until your dying day. It’s your duty to service any man who asks, to instruct him in the arts of love.” He stepped closer until he stood directly in front of them.
Closing her eyes, Sanika shook her head again. She knew what her duties as priestess were, but teaching men about sex was only one of them. She was a healer, too. Surely after what she’d been through, she could give up parts of her past life.
“And you, Jaguar,” Karrak scoffed, “you understand the importance of keeping your vows.”
Uncertain, Sanika looked at Balam. Why did he look so angry?
Karrak leaned forward, grabbed her hands, and placed them on his cock, holding them in place with his own. “I watched you, Priestess, as you rubbed papaya juice on your nipples and between your thighs. I watched as he licked you clean with his tongue. You liked it. I can do that too.”
As Karrak talked, he rubbed her hands back and forth along his cock.
An angry snarl erupted from Balam’s throat. “Do your duty. I don’t care.”
Rocks hurtled to the floor as he shoved stones from the top of a flat boulder. Sanika started and turned, but Balam disappeared into the other cave before she could say anything.
“Leave him be, Priestess. He’ll return.” Karrak’s voice caught in his throat. He lifted a hand and cupped her breast.
Sanika watched golden fingers tweak and pinch her nipple. She watched the hand slide down her stomach. Felt the fingers slide between her thighs and dip into her wetness. His other hand cupped a breast. She shuddered. Since she came of age, she honored her vow to teach men the arts of pleasure.
She closed her eyes against the tears welling in them. She didn’t want to honor that vow any more.
Karrak crowded against her, pushing her back against the wall. He scraped his teeth along her neck.
Sanika’s body shuddered but her brain was completely disengaged from Karrak’s lovemaking. Her life in her old village was over. Unless she went south to the Inca, her life as a priestess was over. Besides, she didn’t want to be a priestess anymore. She wanted a new life, one with a husband and children. She wanted love from only one man, not from many. She wanted Balam.
Lifting her hands, Sanika flattened them against Karrak’s chest and pushed. “No.”
His eyes clouded with passion, he shook his head. “No! You made a vow. You must service me.”
She shook her head. “Sanika the priestess died on the altar of a corrupt priest. I’m no longer that woman.”
Uneasiness crept into Karrak’s voice. “No. You belong here. With me.”
Reaching up, Sanika cupped his face in her hands. “I can’t stay here. This isn’t my place. Only the avatars of the gods reside here. My place is with Balam.”
True fear appeared in his eyes and voice. “No, you can’t leave me here. Not alone. Please. You must stay.” He fell to his knees, wrapped his arms around her waist, burying his face against her stomach.
For the first time, Sanika realized how truly young Karrak was. She stroked his soft hair. “Don’t be afraid, Karrak. It’s a great honor to serve the gods.”
Snarling, he pushed himself away from her. “Go then. Go to your Jaguar and leave me to my solitude.”
“Karrak. Wait.”
He ignored her. Leaping to his feet, he shifted to his puma form, hurtled across the cave, and disappeared through the opening.
With a sigh, Sanika pushed her hair back off her forehead. Karrak was beyond her help. He would have to sort things out for himself. Balam, on the other hand, needed her.
After taking a deep breath, she followed the path toward the cave of pools. Stopping at the opening, she stared into the hot mist. “I hope I don’t get lost.” After another deep breath, she plunged into the swirling steam.
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Balam leaned back against the smooth stone side of the pool and contemplated the billowing and rolling mists. Within him, his jaguar soul paced, snarling and growling. Sanika was his mate. She belonged to him. The puma had no right to her.
Closing his eyes, he clenched his teeth against the urge to leap out of the water, find Karrak, and tear him limb from limb. Life as a jaguar was so much easier than that of a human. Find a mate, mate her, fight to keep her if necessary.
Human life was so much more complicated. These vows of Sanika’s, he could understand her need to honor them. He’d honored his own vows for more years than she’d been alive.
But that would mean Sanika would be available to other men. Could he live knowing other men mounted her?
A picture of Sanika moaning and writhing with pleasure beneath Karrak appeared in his mind, and his anger flared anew. He slapped the water. No! He wouldn’t share her. Not even the goddess would expect him to deny his own nature.
The jaguar in his soul roared a scream of possession. Sanika was his! No other man or cat would have her. “I will not do this!”
Sanika’s voice floated out of the steam. “Will not do what?”
Balam’s eyes searched then found the shadowy figure as it appeared. As much as he tried, he couldn’t keep the jealousy from his voice. “Have you finished?”
As she stepped to the side of the pool, his sharp eyes examined her body. She didn’t look any different, but then why would she? He looked away.
Sanika slid into the pool and sank down onto the ledge opposite to the one where he sat. “I didn’t make love with him. I couldn’t. I’m no longer a priestess. She died on that altar. You gave me a new life, Balam, and I want that new life with you, only you.”
The sound of bubbling water filled the cavern. The silence between them stretched.
Sanika opened her mouth then closed it. She had nothing else to say.
His voice was low. “Are you sure?”
She nodded.
Steam hissed.
Balam continued to stare.
An uneasy feeling settled in the pit of Sanika’s stomach, and she shifted in her seat. What if he really didn’t want her? Her past was not one many men could stomach.
Tears began to well, and she blinked. So be
it.
Sanika rose to her feet.
In the blink of an eye, Balam slid to her side of the pool, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her into his lap. “You will not leave.”
Hope flared in her soul. “Why?”
Nostrils flaring, he swallowed. “I don’t want to live without you.”
Joy exploded throughout her body. Cupping his face in her hands, she kissed him. Pulling back she looked deeply into the green depths of his eyes until she could see the jaguar in his soul. “I love you.”
Groaning, Balam pulled her into his arms and covered her mouth with his. His lips moved over hers, slowly, possessively. When he raised his head, he stared into her eyes. “You’re mine.”
She raised her head and smiled. “And you’re mine.”
His erection brushed her thigh. Lifting her, he positioned her over his cock and buried himself deep inside of her. “I’m yours, Sanika. I will love you forever.”
Arching, Sanika slid up his cock then back down again. “Forever, Balam. Forever.”
Sara Powell
Romance, what is there not to love about it, especially when it’s found in far off exotic places -- with exotic lovers?
A long time lover of romance in all its shapes and forms, Sara Powell dreams of hot passionate love on sultry summer nights, festive fall evenings, winsome winter mornings, and sparkling spring days. Pictures, songs, or errant phrases will set her vivid imagination into flights of fancy. One such fancy, Myths and Legends: Jaguar, is her first published work. Needless to say, there are more myths and legends to come.
Sara is happily married to a man who helps her embellish her fancies. She loves nature in all its myriad forms and can often be found outside in her garden or hiking through the woods.
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