The wood beneath her heeled feet thumped with the beat of the bass as she weaved her way along the far wall between the bodies hugging its graffiti framework and the masses gyrating against one another on the dance floor. The cocktail of scents that drifted from each glistening skin was driving her mad, her nostrils flaring in hunger as her mouth watered and her tongue kept scraping against her teeth. Golden irises flickered over the sea of swaying limbs, the blood pumping in their veins and the pheromones being expelled like pollen in a field of mixed flowers, tugged on threads deep in her belly like magnetic points driven by instinct to one another. She wanted to taste them, to lick the sweat and honey from their bodies, to bring them bucking and writhing against her in ecstasy.
But there was one--so sweet, so spicy, so unlike them--only one, she wanted the most.
In the Shadows of Twilight streaming into the warehouse, across the building just feet from the circular bar that split the dancing throng, she spotter her. Long raven hair tumbled past rich Navajo skin, caressing red satin snug against full breasts and swelled hips, as she moved sensually to the music pulling them all under a hazy sexual spell. They had been circling each other for weeks, ever since they crossed paths on that lonesome night under a full moon above broken desert roads, and tonight she was finally going to have her.
Like water parting under her Goddess hands, the people blocking the most direct path between them stepped aside but never stopped moving to the music as she passed through them--their flexing thighs and grasping hands swallowing up the space left behind each step she made. She could practically taste her before she nestled up to her backside in rhythm with her undulating hips and pressed her lips to the shell of her turquoise studded ear, the slightly salty warmth of her skin spreading tingles across her hyper-nerve endings.
"Nitze, Ajei," she husked, delight spreading a wanton smile across her face as the body pressed tightly against her front trembled at the timber of her voice.
Strong features turned just enough towards her for grey eyes to shimmer hot white as they connected with her own, moving their lips within reach of one another. So many emotions rippled through each point of contact between them--desire, admiration, provocation, fear, acceptance--just like the first time, just like that night.
"Teicu, you have finally found me at last," breathed Ajei, her voice such a deep vibration it lit a fire in her lower belly like dry kindle--her words ghosting across her lips--and it was her turn to quake.
She had taken many forms over her lifetime, bedded too many bodies to count driven by the call of their pleasure born desires, but she had never been so drawn to someone like she was to this Navajo Princess. Then again, right from the start, when she had been walking the plains and had spotted her in the night, she had known her soul to be that of a Nagual and it had inflamed her curiosity. Shape-shifters were so rare nowadays, forced to lurk in darkness because of ignorance, that her brazen trot in wolf form had been a breathtaking sight to see.
And so captivating.
That is how they made each other feel. They swayed like moths to each other's flame, hypnotized and drawn in without care of consequences. Centuries had passed since she had last marveled at such a pull--a time where this woman's ancestors had worshiped her and would have offered her up for sacrifice in her name just to give her soul respite in the other plains--and she was grateful that Ajei was here and now, in a modern world full of oblivious people who no longer held to old customs as her hands trailed across her hips and slowly moved up her waist. The only alter she intended to lay her on was one of carnal delights, and she needed no dagger to fill her up and bring her release.
"I have," she finally replied, turning Ajei so their fronts were now sinking into each other, perfectly aligning breasts, and thighs, and mouths just centimeters apart so their hearts could whisper words in their own little bubble of awareness.
"What will you do with me now, ancient Goddess," she asked, her tone calm and measured though her pupils were rapidly dilating and her pulse was picking up its pace so strong she could see it beating in her neck and she moaned at the hard need to sink her teeth into it.
Learning forward and closing the gap between their lips, she drew her softness in as answer, her soul sighing and her blood singing at the pressure, and taste, and softness, and want melting together in liquid heat.
Never.
Never had such a small sampling rattled her so deep.
Oh, she is going to lay beneath this princess and she is going to shake, and quiver, and pull so, so tight, like a well worn bow and arrow.
And the release, the consuming release, that is going to be such reverent prayers that she has never been willing to whisper before--until now--they are going to be her undoing and she relished the coming fall.
"Take me as I take you," she ached with want as they parted briefly for air, and the dance floor faded away as they drifted on cool desert winds, finding themselves on a blanket of sand among nature under her blanket of stars.
*Nitze means "Hello" in Nahuatl, the language spoken by the Aztecs
*Teicu - The Aztec Goddess of sexual appetite.
*Nagual - Is a shape-shifter in Nahuatl language and Aztec belief , equivalent to a skin-walker in Navajo lore.
But there was one--so sweet, so spicy, so unlike them--only one, she wanted the most.
In the Shadows of Twilight streaming into the warehouse, across the building just feet from the circular bar that split the dancing throng, she spotter her. Long raven hair tumbled past rich Navajo skin, caressing red satin snug against full breasts and swelled hips, as she moved sensually to the music pulling them all under a hazy sexual spell. They had been circling each other for weeks, ever since they crossed paths on that lonesome night under a full moon above broken desert roads, and tonight she was finally going to have her.
Like water parting under her Goddess hands, the people blocking the most direct path between them stepped aside but never stopped moving to the music as she passed through them--their flexing thighs and grasping hands swallowing up the space left behind each step she made. She could practically taste her before she nestled up to her backside in rhythm with her undulating hips and pressed her lips to the shell of her turquoise studded ear, the slightly salty warmth of her skin spreading tingles across her hyper-nerve endings.
"Nitze, Ajei," she husked, delight spreading a wanton smile across her face as the body pressed tightly against her front trembled at the timber of her voice.
Strong features turned just enough towards her for grey eyes to shimmer hot white as they connected with her own, moving their lips within reach of one another. So many emotions rippled through each point of contact between them--desire, admiration, provocation, fear, acceptance--just like the first time, just like that night.
"Teicu, you have finally found me at last," breathed Ajei, her voice such a deep vibration it lit a fire in her lower belly like dry kindle--her words ghosting across her lips--and it was her turn to quake.
She had taken many forms over her lifetime, bedded too many bodies to count driven by the call of their pleasure born desires, but she had never been so drawn to someone like she was to this Navajo Princess. Then again, right from the start, when she had been walking the plains and had spotted her in the night, she had known her soul to be that of a Nagual and it had inflamed her curiosity. Shape-shifters were so rare nowadays, forced to lurk in darkness because of ignorance, that her brazen trot in wolf form had been a breathtaking sight to see.
And so captivating.
That is how they made each other feel. They swayed like moths to each other's flame, hypnotized and drawn in without care of consequences. Centuries had passed since she had last marveled at such a pull--a time where this woman's ancestors had worshiped her and would have offered her up for sacrifice in her name just to give her soul respite in the other plains--and she was grateful that Ajei was here and now, in a modern world full of oblivious people who no longer held to old customs as her hands trailed across her hips and slowly moved up her waist. The only alter she intended to lay her on was one of carnal delights, and she needed no dagger to fill her up and bring her release.
"I have," she finally replied, turning Ajei so their fronts were now sinking into each other, perfectly aligning breasts, and thighs, and mouths just centimeters apart so their hearts could whisper words in their own little bubble of awareness.
"What will you do with me now, ancient Goddess," she asked, her tone calm and measured though her pupils were rapidly dilating and her pulse was picking up its pace so strong she could see it beating in her neck and she moaned at the hard need to sink her teeth into it.
Learning forward and closing the gap between their lips, she drew her softness in as answer, her soul sighing and her blood singing at the pressure, and taste, and softness, and want melting together in liquid heat.
Never.
Never had such a small sampling rattled her so deep.
Oh, she is going to lay beneath this princess and she is going to shake, and quiver, and pull so, so tight, like a well worn bow and arrow.
And the release, the consuming release, that is going to be such reverent prayers that she has never been willing to whisper before--until now--they are going to be her undoing and she relished the coming fall.
"Take me as I take you," she ached with want as they parted briefly for air, and the dance floor faded away as they drifted on cool desert winds, finding themselves on a blanket of sand among nature under her blanket of stars.
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*Nitze means "Hello" in Nahuatl, the language spoken by the Aztecs
*Teicu - The Aztec Goddess of sexual appetite.
*Nagual - Is a shape-shifter in Nahuatl language and Aztec belief , equivalent to a skin-walker in Navajo lore.
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