A Jaguar's Blessing
An intimate encounter between an Aztec warrior and one very special jungle cat.
There was one village on the Yucatan peninsula that was particularly well-known for the virility of its men. One warrior from that village took solace in an outlying cove, taking in the sun, which was warm on his dark skin. There was a light breeze coming off the sea, to which his gaze drifted, reflecting on his place in this world.
He heard a growl in the distance. The warrior picked up the weapon which he had laid beside him. He saw but did not hear the jaguar as it leapt across the sand, to gracefully land within striking distance.
The fearless Aztec warrior stood in awe before the presence of the towering jungle cat. He did not feel threatened. He noticed then how very humanlike the expression on the jaguar's face was.
It was at this moment, he realized, he was in the presence of a god. He froze, letting his weapon fall to the sand. The jaguar god drew upright, yellow eyes staring into his. The Aztec warrior, ever mindful of his spirit, knelt before this god, unquestioning.
The jaguar god reached towards him and, with clawed hands, playfully pushed the warrior to the ground, his tangled hair mixing with the white sand. The man closed his eyes, his heartbeat rising, but the jaguar merely knelt down to gently caress the hairless, defined chest of his newfound disciple. The jungle cat purred and opened its mouth to reveal a large, pink tongue, and lapped softly at the man's neck.
The jungle cat continued to lick, moving down towards the abdomen of his captive prey. The cat then ripped off his prey's loincloth with glistening white canines. It sniffed at his groin for a moment, gentle feline eyes examining his sizable manhood, which, semi-erect, reached halfway down his thigh. Ignoring this, it nuzzled underneath, to a moist hole, into which the jaguar god repeatedly slid its rough tongue. The man pushed outward, receptive to this treatment. The cat then rose up on its haunches, hoisting the man's calves into the air. It was at this moment the man became aware of the jaguar god's own sex, slick and pink, and of greater size than his own. The agile cat angled its glistening, spined tip into the hole it had paid attention to. It held there, slowly letting the man adjust to its size. To the warrior, this sensation seemed to hold on forever. Eventually, the cat's patience was rewarded as its head popped into the man, who grunted as the cat thrust deeper and deeper between the man's buttocks, while holding the man's knees on its shoulders.
The cat found the virgin flesh tight around his feline shaft. The head and its barbs were now deep within the man, who now grabbed fistfuls of sand with every thrust. This continued until the cat noticed the man had gone soft. The limber cat leaned towards his manhood, sliding along his thighs so his feet pointed straight up, and gently took it into its mouth, lathering the soft flesh with its rough tongue. The man quietly gasped, and held the jaguar's shoulders, curling his fingers in its silken spotted fur. The jaguar god grasped the man's arms with both hands, holding him down as it thrust into the man, which, in turn, forced his hard length deep into the jaguar's throat. The god did this gracefully, rhythmically, and the warrior's mind cleared to allow the pleasure wash over him in waves. Finally, the man released a torrent of seed into the jaguar, and clenched hard on the cat's pink member. The cat pulled back from the man's crotch, semen dribbling from its chin, and thrust a few more times, until the man was greeted by the gushing, warm sensation of the jaguar god's blessing.
The cat slowly withdrew, and the warrior laid there, in the cove, letting the breeze dry his sweat. When he opened his eyes, the jaguar god still laid beside him, sleeping in the warm sun. He embraced the jaguar god, who nuzzled and licked the Aztec warrior, but then rose and padded into the forest, never to be seen again.