Darque Wants (25 page)

              “Come on, where is the ass-kicking crazy woman I knew back when I was a kid?” Marjorie said as she leaned against the wall by the stone doorway.

              “She had already walked through the creepy spirit world gate thing,” Nai said. “So You knew me when I was older, that must mean this works out for me right?”

              “We are time travelers, dear,” Marjorie said with a solemn look on her face. “Nothing is set in stone, not for us.”

              “Great pep talk, coach,” Nai said as she took in a deep breath. “Fuck it.” She took one big step and then another and quickly passed through the doorway.

              “Good luck,” She heard from over her shoulder as the darkness sank in around her. The air turned cold quickly and the light faded from behind her as she walked. She could feel the stone floor under her feet as the passage go completely black. In a few more steps, she could feel it growing softer under foot. Her boots no longer clicked as her heels struck the ground. The air grew moist and had a taste to it she didn't recognize.

              “Where the hell am I?” Nai said out loud as she stumbled in the darkness.

              “You are in the jungle, girl,” The voice came from behind her causing her to jump and spin around. As she did, the sun burst out in the sky above her, and the silence was replaced with a buzzing sound of life all around her.

              “Holy shit!” Nai screamed as the jungle came into view around her. A dark-skinned man stood before her. He had blue paint on his cheek bones and a large headdress of feathers fluttering above his long black hair. “Dude, you scared the hell out of me.”

              “This way, daughter of the moon,” The man said as he stepped past her and walked through the jungle. Nai watched him as she turned to follow. He was shorter than she expected, but the outfit was bang on. He wore a small loin cloth made of some kind of animal skin. The elaborate headdress was much more to look at.  She saw the man’s almost bare ass work in a well-toned fashion for such an old man. As they passed through the trees, they reached a small clearing that opened on a river bank. “This is my home,” the man said as he held out his hands and gestured around him. In the clearing was a ring of stone for a fire place, a few baskets, and a hammock swinging gently in the breeze.

              “It's nice,” Nai said as she looked around at the pure barrenness of it. “Real nice.”

              “Come girl.” He pointed at a spot by the fire pit with his long staff and Nai came over to stand near a log beside it. “This is the jungle, and you must learn to be as the jungle is, bare and pure.”

              “Bare I can do, I guess, but pure I am not so sure about,” Nai said with a chuckle as she began to take off her guns and pull her tank top off.

              “Yes, I have heard both these things about you.” The Shaman said in a flat tone. Suddenly, Nai feel very self-conscious. It wasn't a feeling she was used to. She had stripped in front of more men than she could remember, but now, for some reason, pulling her tank top over her shoulders was taking more effort than she could recall. The Shaman sat on the log across from her quietly, his eyes fixed on her but not in a hard gaze the way she was used to when she undressed. It felt more like he was looking at her with dismay over her childishness and new-found shame.

              “Come girl,” he said in a calm, deep voice. “A time traveler must first respect time.” Nai took it to mean “hurry up” and continued undressing. Modesty was new for her, and she didn't care for it at all. She quickly found herself naked, standing before the strange man as she tried to cover her breasts and her crotch with her hands. “This is the wild one I have heard of?” He asked as he motioned towards her with his spear. “You are bashful like a virgin.” Whereas the term bashful would normally have stirred Nai's spirit and led to some deeply disturbing public display, this time it made her shrink inside and scan the immediate area for a rock big enough to crawl under. “Sit girl, we must start now.” Nai came closer and sat down on the log across from him, still trying to remain covered as he looked at her.

              “We have seen one another before,” The Shaman started, “but for you it is just the beginning. Time moves in strange ways when you are free of it. Your heritage is unique, but it does not come free of cost. The priestesses bare many great burdens, as their blood is a direct descent from the blood inside the Jars themselves. The blood born of passion between the cool mysterious light of the moon and the flaming heat of the sun. Each of the daughters of the moon must find their own path through the jungle and learn to carry those burdens in their own way.”

              “Ok
,
so what kind of burdens are we talking here?” Nai asked, feeling her own resolve building back up inside her as her back straightened and her hands slipped down her chest a bit. The second she spoke, the Shaman's spear came crashing down on the log just an inch away from where she sat.

              “Hush girl,” He said still in the same even tone as before, a strange partner to the sudden furry of the spear. “You will learn what you need to know. Save your questions for yourself when the time comes.” The strict slap of the spear against the wooden log made Nai jump, and she shrank back again to the withdrawn and covered pose she had held since she sat down. “The daughters of the moon all burn with that passion of the night spent between the spirits in secret. Their body ache with need and lust, and often like the spirit of the moon that lust is what destroys them. However, like the moon as well, it is that destruction that brings life and creation to the world, and it brings power. If you do not follow your lust, you will grow weak and fade away in frigid silence. You must learn to control your passion and use it to strength your power so you may protect the whole of creation as has been done from the beginning of time.”

              The Shaman rose up from his log. Nai noticed he didn't seem as small as she had assumed. He took his spear and turned the point towards the dirt. He chanted out something she couldn't understand as he used the spear to draw a circle in the dusty ground a few feet away from the fire pit. “Here girl, step inside the circle.” He commanded with a gesture of the spear towards the center. Nai rose from the log and walked towards the circle. As she reached the edge of it the Shaman laid the spear against her chest. “You may enter the circle, but you may not leave it until I allow.” His directions held great significance, knowing what it meant to fail the test. The subtle tap of the spear helped drive the point home. Nai took a deep breath and stepped inside.

              “On your knees girl,” The Shaman again pointing the spear in her direction as she silently obeyed his command. Nai knelt down on her knees in the center of the circle. “Now begin.”

              “Begin what?” Nai asked as she looked up at the Shaman with a look of total confusion on her face. “I thought I had already begun, this is the beginning?”

              “Bashful,” The Shaman said as he pointed the tip of the spear downward. “Like a virgin.”

              “Oh,” Nai said her face turning red. “Begin.” She looked up at him and then away towards the jungle. She had never felt so exposed in her life, and now she was to “begin”. She bit her lower lip and turned her head as far in the opposite direction from the Shaman as she could get her neck to twist. With one hand still clutched across her naked breasts, her other hand slowly dropped until her fingers we just above her mound.

              “Begin,” He voice came again firm yet calm as he shook the spear in his hand.

              “I'm beginning I'm beginning,” She said as she jerked her head back towards him. Her hand felt like it was made of lead, it took all her strength to make it move. Her fingers pushed down slowly and found their mark. Slowly she pressed them against her clit as she looked up at him. The feeling of exposure made it more difficult, but the same old feeling she always knew soon began to rise. Her fingers pushed a little harder and quickened their pace. She couldn't read the Shaman at all. He didn't seem excited or aroused, but Nai was starting to feel the heat inside her rise as her fingers felt the wetness that was growing between her legs. She felt the heat of her skin prickle as beads of sweat began to form. A small moan slipped past her lips as she felt her body tense. Suddenly she saw something move at the edge of the jungle, and she froze. Another man, like the Shaman but much younger, walked into the clearing. He was strong and muscular with shorter hair and no headdress but in the same simple loin cloth.

              “Begin again,” The Shaman said as the younger man walked up toward the edge of the circle. Nai had her eyes on this new man. He was now standing over her at the edge of the circle looking down at her naked and trembling body. “Begin.”

              “Yes,” Nai managed to choke out as she looked up at the stranger. Her fingers began to move again slowly. She was still moist, and her fingers moved easily as she looked up at him. His smooth chest was chiseled and hard, his abs rippled with his breath as he watched her. She felt her fear slipping underneath her excitement as her thighs parted slightly to give her fingers more room to work. As she did the unnamed man bent down and pushed his loin cloth to the ground and stepped out of it. He stood at the edge of the circle completely naked, his rigid cock bouncing as he stepped out of his meager dress. His dark red flesh seemed so firm and solid that it made Nai's mouth water. As he looked at her, he gripped his hard shaft tightly and began to stroke it slowly. Nai gasped as she watched, all worry of being exposed to him vanished as she felt her desire build. She had slept with a lot of men, but she had never actually seen this before. She watched him swell larger as his hand moved up and down from his balls to the pulsing head. His eyes were locked on hers. She knew it, and she liked it. She let her arm drop, freeing her breasts for him to see, to consume with his gaze. Nai spread her legs even more and carefully pushed her fingers inside her delicate lips as she moaned. She could see his face, she knew that look. She was inches from his cock, and she could see it throb. She felt her own body start to push towards the edge. She wanted him, she needed him. She leaned forward, reaching out her hand toward his aching flesh.

              “Inside the circle,” The Shaman said as the spear came down between them. Nai lurched back from the man in front of her, startled. He stood firm though, the Shaman hadn't startled him as all. His hand kept pace and worked himself towards his end. Nai was on fire, every inch of her body ached. Even when she recoiled her fingers, they didn’t stop their devilish work. She leaned up again, right to the edge of the circle. Her face was inches from his abdomen, the head of his cock even closer to her heaving breasts. Her nipples came so close to his cock she could feel the heat of his body radiating against her. She looked up into his eyes and knew he needed it as much as she did. Nai's fingers raced hard inside her pushing deeper and deeper driving for the finish line as she looked in his eyes. She heard his grunts and saw his eyes close tightly. She felt him pulse against her chest. The heat of it splashing against her throbbing nipples and spilling out over her. She watched him jerk again and again as he came. The sensation of it dripping down her aching breasts and over her heaving stomach was almost too much as she grew close to her own orgasm.

              Suddenly the man vanished. It was as if she blinked, and he was gone. Behind where he stood Nai saw the dark figure burst from the green leaves of the jungle thicket as a large black cat swooped into the clearing and headed right for her. She jumped and fell backward as the jaguar trotted towards her. She rolled over on her stomach and scampered to her hands and knees as she moved away from the coming threat only to be blocked when the spear drove deep into the ground in front of her. Nai screamed as she spun around to see the jaguar stop at the edge of the circle. Its massive head moving up and down, its eyes glowing as they sized her up. But the cat didn't cross the line. It paced around the edge of the circle back and forth, never taking its eyes from her, its large tongue lapping out in the air as it sniffed at her. Nai's heart was pounding, her body was still soaked in sweat and tingling with the heat of her near orgasm. She laid on her back in the dust as she watched the great cat moved back and forth. Slowly the understanding of the circle and the rules came over her. Nai sat up and looked at the jaguar. She shook as the cat let lose a loud growl, but she held her ground and didn't back away. She pushed her face toward the edge of the circle, her head on level with that of the cat as she stared back into its eyes, the two inches from one another as they followed each other around the circle. The cat paced slowly as Nai crawled on her hands and knees in the dirt, both of their heads bobbing up and down, and their eyes locked on one another. Finally the large black cat lowered its head and then its shoulders as it laid down on the ground a fraction of an inch from the line. It laid its head sideways to look at her. Nai laid down and rolled on her side to face the jaguar with her head on her hands much like the big cat. She could feel it's breath against her face as the moist nostrils flared with each breath. The rumbling of his body as it began to purr made her skin vibrate as they lay side by side in the sandy ground of the clear.