Darque Wants, page 20
part #5 of Darque Billionaire Series
“Nai, honey, for once in your life, just shut up and watch,” Marjorie said, and she pushed the large wooden door open and walked inside. Nai stepped around and looked inside the room, and again her breath slipped away from her. Past the doorway was a stone floor. In the center of the room was a sculpted rectangular stone block with a large clay jar sitting on it. Not so impressive, really, until you looked up. The room was dark but there was light from the ceiling. From the stars to be specific. The stars that spun around slowly in the sky where the ceiling should be. It was like the clearest, most beautiful night, and the heavens could be seen moving in their place just a hand’s reach away, if you stretched your arm hard enough. Without thinking, Nai slowly slipped her foot in the doorway followed by another. With her head bent back and her eyes on the exposed heavens above her, she spun in circles as she crossed towards the obelisk. “Careful, Nai,” the nun said as she took her arm and steadied her again. “If you look up too much, you will get dizzy.” But it was impossible for Nai to pull her eyes away. She loved the night sky, the way it felt endless and full all at the same time. And here, at least a hundred feet underground, she was as close to it as she had ever been. “Nai,” the Sister said with a subtle jerk on her arm. “Over here, Nai.”
“What the hell?” Nai said as she finally pulled her eyes off the ceiling. “What the hell is this place?”
“This is just a little temple, dear. You haven't seen anything, yet,” Marjorie said, gesturing to the jar in the center of the room. “This is one of the Thirteen Jars of Creation. As you can see, it's the jar that held the stars and the sky.”
“I remember this story,” Nai said, grabbing at her memories. “Granny used to tell it to me. She said all the other professors were full of shit with the Popul Vuh manuscript. She said something like the friar was trying to hide something.”
“That's right. She did,” Marjorie said. “She told you a lot of stories to get you ready.”
“Ready,” Nai said, looking at Marjorie and wondering how well she knew Granny Nai. “Ready for what?”
“Ready to defend the jar, Nai,” Marjorie said, pointing back to the jar once more. “It's your job to keep them safe. That's why you are here.”
“Where the hell am I again?” Nai asked.
“Oh, you are right where you were. You just have to learn how to ask the right questions, Nai,” Marjorie said. “You are in Santa Casa, but you aren't in 2014 anymore. The bracelet brought you back to 1866.”
“So, what? Like, Granny's bracelet is a time machine?” Nai said settling her hands on her hips and cocking them out with her best bite-me-look.
“Well, that's the short version,” the nun said. “But, yeah, that's about right.”
“Bullshit,” Nai said.
“Nope. No bullshit, Nai. Your grandmother was a time traveler, a Mayan Priestess time traveler, to be exact. When the world was made..,” Sister Marjorie started.
“Whoa, wait. When the world was made? You're just gonna jump right past that time traveling priestess bit?” Nai asked.
“Everything in its own time, Nai,” Marjorie said. “You will understand that soon enough. When the world was made by the gods, they mixed the ingredients in thirteen jars. The moon had slipped away and gone to bed with the sun, but when her father found out, he was so filled with rage that he destroyed her and put her body into thirteen jars which he then used to make the world. From the thirteenth, his daughter was reborn and placed in the heaves to protect her virtue. But that's not really the important part of this story. The jars are the source of all creation. They have the power to create, control, or destroy everything, including time. The Mayan people have protected the Jars and kept them safe from all who would use them since the beginning of time. A special group of Priests and Priestesses were given the gift to move through time in order to hide and safeguard the jars. There have been threats, people who want the power to move through time or the jars themselves. Those threats must be dealt with. When the Spanish arrived in the New World, as they called it, Conquistadors discovered the temple of time and stole several of the bracelets. As you saw, the bracelets are bound to you by blood. When you secured the bolt with your blood, that is what activated it. It cannot be removed until your blood is spilled again, completely. So the slaughter was enormous because the Conquistadors killed many of our people in search of the bracelets. They stole them and rushed back to Spain, where the King formed a secret group of vicious soldiers to scavenge through time and bring him the keys to creation and immortality. He wanted to enslave the world forever. They are the Esclavista Tiempo, the Time Slavers. And they have been battling the Priests and Priestesses of the Moon throughout time for control of the Jars.”
“So then, like, why did it bring me here?” Nai asked. “How do you control it?”
“The bracelet is part of you. You will learn to feel it and control it,” Marjorie said as she pulled up the sleeve of her robe and showed her wrist to Nai. The sparkling shimmer of a gold bracelet shone on her arm. “The bracelet is connected to you by your blood. You are part of one another. The bracelet calls to you when there is need of your help, and it guides you to where and when the threat exists. When there is no threat, it will easily guide you back to where you belong.”
“Wicked,” Nai said as she marveled at her own bracelet. “What else does it do?”
“Each person is different. The bracelet enhances your inner being and provides you with the skills that fit you best to help defend the Jars – magic, basically,” Marjorie said and she lowered her sleeve and hid the bracelet. “The spirit guides will help you understand them, and help you under the other problem.”
“The other problem,” Nai said as she tried to take it all in. “What other problem?”
“Oh, I've know you long enough Nai to know you are well acquainted with the other problem already,” Marjorie said with a grin. “We are daughters of the moon, dear, born of the lust and desire between the sun and the moon. The priestesses bear the burden of that lust so that the daughters of the world aren't consumed by it.”
“Daughters of the moon,” Nai said. “OK, so what's the burden we have to bear? I mean, come on. We have to protect these stupid jars here or the world goes to shit. What do you mean we have to bear lust?”
“We have to bear the burden of the lust that first brought the sun and moon together, and which keeps them chasing one another in the heavens for eternity,” Marjorie said. “Basically we are horny all the time dear, really fucking horny.”
“Oh,” Nai said quickly tossing her gaze back towards the ceiling. “Yea, OK, got it.”
“After you have rested up from your first time jump, I will set you on the path to the spirit guides,” Marjorie told her. “There is a lot to wrap your head around when it comes to time travel, though, Nai. Not everyone moves in the same direction, and you have to keep your eyes open.”
“What do you mean?” Nai asked.
“Like you and me. I first met you in my past, about thirty years ago for me,” Marjorie said as she looked closely at Nai. “But you were older then. I can see it on your face, now that I look more carefully. After a while, it's hard to have relationships with people outside our world. But it's harder to have them with people who pop in and out of your life at random times, never knowing what to expect. You have to be careful who you trust, Nai, and who you don't.”
“So what's the threat here?” Nai wondered. “I mean, this place seems safe.”
“The threat is complicated,” the Sister said. “There is a problem in town with the local men thinking the mission is a brothel. They think they should be allowed to beat their way through. But the real issue is Vagar. He is coming, and you need to be ready.” Nai remembered the name from the tomb stone next to her grandmother’s grave. It didn't occur to her that he might be some sort of villain.
“Who is this Vagar?” Nai asked. “And why is he something I have to be ready for?”
“Vagar,” Sister Marjorie said as she took a deep breath. “Well, that depends on what time he arrives, whether it's a good year or a bad year for him. When I sent for help, I wasn't sure who would come. But then I saw him on the ridge yesterday. He likes to circle before he swoops in.” Marjorie stepped closer and placed her hand on Nai's arm, looked up into her eyes, and spoke softly. “Nai, I can't tell you some things. Time's not as fragile as people think. It's harder to screw it up than the movies make it out to be.” Marjorie looked down at the floor for a moment as if she was trying to figure out what to say. “But when you are shifting back and forth, and the rest of the world isn't, things can get complicated. Especially with men, you know?”
“Men are the last thing I've ever let get complicated,” Nai said and she eyed the woman. “And I'm not about to start now.”
“Time has a way of changing things, Nai,” Marjorie said. “And I've known you a lot longer than you think. Now come with me, and I will show you where you can sleep, and get you a gun.”
“A gun?” Nai said with surprise. “What the hell do I need a gun for?”
“Nai, honey,” Marjorie said with a smirk as she moved towards the door. “It's 1866. Everyone has a gun.” She stuck her right leg out and lifted the black tresses of her habit. As her tan, slender leg came into view, Nai suddenly noticed the small revolver strapped around her delicate thigh. “Come on now. You need some rest after that first trip.” Marjorie opened the door and headed back up the steps. Nai looked up again and watched the stars spiral around in the sky just over head. She felt a little dizzy, though she wasn't sure if it was the ceiling, the insane conversation she just had, or the fact she was till chewing the coca leaves like crazy. Whatever it was, the Sister was spot on, she needed a nap and a shower. “Did they have showers in the Old West?” she wondered to herself as she pulled her eyes from the stars and turned towards the door. “Hey, Sister!” she shouted after Marjorie. “Do they have showers in the Old West?”
“Oh, fuck!” Nai said as her fingers slipped down between her legs. She lay in the steel tub the Sisters had brought into her little room and filled with hot water. Her long dark legs stretched out over the rim as her fingers pushed down on her clit. “Mmmm, yes!” she hissed out between her pursed lips. She leaned her head back against the towel behind her and rubbed her wet soapy breast. Her rich, deep-colored nipples pushed up from the water in the growing need as she flicked her fingers over one and then the other. Her hips spread as she laid her knee wide apart and started pushing the tip of her middle finger between her lips until she found the firm little nub she had been searching for. A moan drew out of her mouth as she pressed the tiny button firmly and began to move it in circles. Her fingers pinched a nipple and pulled it from her breasts. “Shit yes, mmm, there we go,” she said as she held it out and rolled it between her fingers. The surface of the bath water rippled as the hand beneath it picked up pace between her thighs. Her flat stomach pushed for the sky as her aching body began to writhe and her belly button rose up into the cool air. “Mmmm, God!” she said louder as her fingers pushed down between the trembling lips and found their way to her sensitive opening. As she pushed hard, they sank deep inside her and began to pump in and out quickly. Her other hand moved rapidly grabbing her other breast with a tight squeeze. “Oh yes, fuck yes,” she cried out as she shook so violently the water splashed out on the dingy wooden floor. Nai's head tossed back and forth and she cried out in ecstasy, the sounds drifting through the open window.
The white wall of the mission glowed in a dull blue shade in the moonlight. He leaned below the open window quietly as he listened to the sounds of her passion float out into the night. He knew her sounds. He knew how her body built up and when to push her harder. But she didn't know, not yet. He reached into his breast pocket and pulled out a small silver cigarette case and fished out a smoke. He held it between his lips, savoring the taste of it, as he breathed in and the red light of the cherry glowed in the darkness. He heard the sound he had been expecting. He heard her reach that point she couldn't pull back from, even if she wanted to. And he knew her well enough to know, she never wanted to. He knew the moment Nai came, and a thin grin crept across his lips. His hand reached the brim of his hat and gave it a little tug. “Good one, Nai,” he whispered in a gravelly voice. He tossed the cigarette on the ground as he walked away. He knew the look on her face, and he pictured it in his mind as he faded off into the night. Hell, he knew everything about his wife, and he looked forward to meeting her, again.
*****
Nai leaned back in the hammock as he knelt between her open legs. Her bare breasts pushed high in the air with every breath as he kissed her inner thighs. She felt his warm breath on her skin as his slow kisses traced their way up towards her dripping lips. Nai's hands reached out and wrapped around the edge of the hammock, her mouth fell open as a long deep moan rose up from inside her. His lips sank down on her clit and firmly closed around it as he drew it into his hot mouth.
“Oh god!” Nai cried out and she swung her hips down toward his waiting mouth. She felt the rough palate of his tongue wracking over her sensitive nub as she shivered uncontrollably at his attention. As he knelt on the ground between her spread legs and lavished her womanhood with his hungry mouth his fingers spread her open and sank into her depth. “Fuck! Yes, damn it, yes!” His middle and index finger pushed hard into her body in rhythmic thrusts timed perfectly with the swinging hammock so that the weight of her own body drove her harder and harder down on his invading hand. His lips kept themselves locked around her pulsing clit as she swung onto his fingers. Swaying in the hammock Nai had no control over how he used her body. She felt his fingers rubbing over every hidden and delicate spot deep inside her body in way no man had ever been able to touch her before.
Nai's eyes fluttered open for a moment as her head hug back off the edge of the hammock. She saw the man standing over her, watching as her body was used and devoured. The Shaman stood behind her silently watching as she writhed in her pleasure. She saw his elaborate headdress, the feathers fluttering in the breeze as strands of his long, black hair danced around his face. His dark eyes locked on her heaving body as she moaned with a lack of control she was anything but used to. Unable to focus on him or anything else, her eyes closed again. Her body swayed back and forth, faster and faster as the man between her thighs grew in his determination. Nai's mouth hung open as long drawn out moans flowed like a river from her throat. The Shaman watched as the beads of sweat formed on her skin and rolled down the curves of her breasts. Nai arched her back and thrust her hips down hard on her lover’s fingers as she suddenly erupted in violent convulsions. Her scream ripped through the foliage and echoed through the jungle as it tore through her body like never before.
When Nai woke she was still bare, lying naked in the hammock. The jungle had fallen into darkness around her, and the air was cool on her skin. The Shaman sat on a long log by a glowing fire. His spear pushed into the flames and sent sparkling embers scattering into the darkness as he stoked the fire. As she lay there gently swaying in the hammock, he raised his head to meet her gaze. Silently he held up his hand and beckoned to her, his hand held high in the air as he motioned her to come to him. Nai didn't think, her body simply rose from the hammock. Her bare feet felt the earth below her as she stepped onto the jungle floor. It felt so natural, so right. Her body seemed at home here, even naked, she felt nothing but peace, as if she belonged here. Her toes pushed down the soft soil of the clearing with each step as she moved towards him. The air was warm with a slight chill in the breeze that made her nipples swell and harden as she walked over towards the fire and took a seat cross from him. Her mind was reeling at what he would show her next as she enjoyed the heat of the flames lapping close to her naked flesh.
Claiming Her Spirit Animal
Morgana Patrick
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