Myths and Legends 1: Jaguar

Myths and Legends: Jaguar
Judy Mays
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Copyright ©2004 Judy Mays

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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.

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“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.

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.