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The thick branches of the jungle trees framed the full moon. Stars jeweled the velvet backdrop.
The Jaguar perched in one of the branches. It had been in the tree, recovering. The hunters had long since given up, and returned to the safe warm huts.
The time had come. Leaping from one tree to the next, spurring the ground, the great beast made its way to the place of calling. A hot dark shadow in shadow, noiseless, wild, and cunning.
This was the place. A wide high wall around the garden, but it was breached wth out effort. Balancing on the stone high atop of the wall, tail twitching used as a balance as well as a nervous outlet.
It was time. Blood called to blood. A sent that was a part of great cat came on the soft breeze. In the center of the garden was a stone basin. A virgin was bathing in the petal scented water, knee deep, splashing water across the pale limbs, dunking long hair, water streaming over back chest, ritually cleansing and purifying.
Watching. Still watching. This was the time of calling. This was the time of being. The Jaguar waited. A low growl purr of anticipating in it throat.
At last the pale figure stepped away from the water, still damp, moister beading on the bare skin.
There was an altar. It was old, and polished, of granite and quarts; restraints that had once been a part of it had long rusted away. It had been so long since it had been needed.
And the offering had to be willing, any way.
A few steps. The still damp offering lay down on the altar, arms raised, legs spread, in willing surrender. Head back. Neck bared, Eyes closed. Only the parted panting lips gave any clue of fear or feeling.
The Jaguar watch. The testing. The Resolve. Let the slab rob the body of some of its heat. Let fear build or quell.
Long moments passed. The Moon moved in the sky, The jaguar moved from the wall to the garden, sliding in and out of the shadow, the musk of its being carried in the wind to the offering.
The virgin did not move. Resolve was firm. Bold, moving closer. Leaping onto the stone. Crouching, Mantling the body beneath it with the black thick body. Hot carnivore breath dancing along the naked limbs, blunt muzzle wulfing in the separates scents, imprinting the smell of the offering.
Making sure. Oh so very sure of its pray.
Large mouth opened. A sharp rasping tong. And sharp rending teeth. Mouthed the exposed neck. Holding for a moment, lifeblood of each felt pounding close. Lovers could not be this close.
The Jaguar held the life for a moment in balance. Still the acceptance of their fate. Boneless limp, yielding beneath the heavy hot silk furred body,
The Jaguar rumbled a thick raspy purr. And began to wash the dampness from the unresisting body pined beneath.
Long rasping mild abrading, strokes, working from the hot pulsing neck down the chest, over the erect nipples, exploring the navel, down to the dark Y exploring scenting the awaking sex.
And the virgin moaned. Moved. Still pliant, not struggling. Still the willing offering. Moving to surrender more, Yielding to each touch, open to the tasting, explored.
When at last each part had been tasted touched, marked and owned. The dark cat lay down on the unresisting partner. The Jags head pillowed.like moon beams on the offering breast.
And that was the first night of claiming.
Morning found the great cat gone, and the virgin bathed, and fasted, till dark.
For 3 nights the Great cat came. And each night found the offering even more pliant and open.
The Time of Choice was coming. The Moon had three rings. The final claming would happen, and whoever had will or love was stronger would hold and bind the other.
The hunters had not come. The Jungle was still, The Jag had not blooded any kill, and the hunger was great.
The Virgin had also fasted. So in pure need and resolve, the two came once more together,
The offering was yielding. For long moments teeth and jaws were primed to rend and drink the life's blood, and claim the offering in the old way, seeping the ground with sacrificial blood.
But this time was different. Even as the Great Cat crouched, arms those had been splayed and open wide, for the first time embraced the hard furred body.
For the First time a word was spoken.
"Mine." And He Claimed the Jaguar as his own.
And the Great cat changed. The jaws on the offering assumed a human shape. Paws and legs evolved to long powerful human limbs.
He kissed the offering, his arms gathering the virgin to him. His trust had saved him, and the Offering had saved him self.
Twined heat, unguent hungers, striving. Flesh warmed stone witnessing this yielding.
As hardness rubbed on hardness, and the offering became the taker also, no longer passive, but on fire and willing, claiming his right to the night lovers mouth and body, hands that by will alone had been in check seeking out and exploring each inch of his lovers body.
Hardness. That had not changed. Rippling flesh beneath his hands, hard flat plains and tight well-conditioned muscles.
Too long had the offering been held in check. It was time. Love and trust had won him his prize.
He had claimed the Jaguar. Now time to take him as his lover, least the beast return and destroy him.
Posed on the brink of beginnings, knowing that from this point there would be no going back, He met blue eyes of his lover, knowing him as a part of his soul.
For a moment in time there was a yielding. When all things were made new and understood. This was the time of the compellation. Two half of one soul,
And the night lover would know the offering also. With human hands and mouth rediscovering the body that had been offered to him.
He combed the long thick tawnier mane of his lover, and he kissed well and deep the mouth that kissed back, trailing kiss after kiss down the neck, exploring the neck, feeling the pulsing blood so close, oh so close, But this was an another time, even though he owned that blood, it was not for him to take. Only to keep. And there was so much more to explore. As a cat he had left no scratches, or marks. As a mortal lover, he had no restraints
Brazing a fire trail of kisses and bitten flesh down the hair covered chest, finding the same hard nipples that he had abraded as a cat. He paid homage to them, back and forth, as his hands explored lower, finding the center of heat, milking the hardness, adding to it his own heat.....
It should have not been unexpected, that the object of his administrations would rebel, And choose to take matters more in hand.
The men beneath him swelled up and over like a tidal wave. Not to be denied or stepped, Giving in and over to the Guidance that was now to be his.
Who knew that a virgin could know so much?
It was not unpleasant.
And the Claiming was sweeter, if no less fierce then blood and pain and death.
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