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Myths and Legends: OCELOT

            Hands still planted firmly on her hips, Raina looked up into the man’s face. He was tall, far taller than any man from her village though not as muscular as some. Still, his shoulders and chest were broad and well defined. And, even though she could see quite well in the semidarkness, she didn’t really need to see him to know how muscular he was. She’d spent enough time crushed against his chest to know exactly how hard his body was.

            Raina sighed. Their mating had been very satisfying.

            “If you’d get dressed, you wouldn’t be shivering.”

            Raina sighed again. Why was it humans were so obsessed about clothing?

            After touching his forehead, he sat down and reached for his boots. Looking up into her face, he asked, “What’s your name?”

            “Raina.”

            Nodding, he laced up the other boot and rose slowly to his feet. Then, bowing slightly, he said, “Captain Hans Bernhard zur Lippe.”

            Raina stared at him. Why did humans have so many names? “You are called Captain?”

            He nodded. “By my men.”

            She frowned. “What does your mother call you?” She had no trouble reading the consternation on his face.

            “You are not my mother.”

            “I am not one of your men.”

            He stared at her. “Hans.”

            Raina nodded. Hans, an easy name to say and remember. “Follow me.” Turning, she took one step.

            His firm voice stopped her. “I will not travel with a naked woman.”

            “Why? You did not mind my nakedness earlier when we mated.”

            His face flushed bright red. “I -- We…” He cleared his throat then continued in a more formal tone, “Fraulein, please accept my apologies. I should not have forced myself upon you when you were only trying to help me.”

            First Raina stared at him. Then she chuckled. “Force yourself on me? You couldn’t have done anything to me if I hadn’t allowed it. Both of us enjoyed that mating. You don’t need to make any apologies or excuses to me.”

            “Fraulein -- Raina, I’m much larger and stronger than you.”

            She shrugged. “So.”

            He crossed his arms over his chest. “I will not travel with a naked woman.”

            Biting her bottom lip, she stared at him. It would be so much easier to just leave him here, or better yet, inside the cave. There, he’d have fresh water. Unfortunately, Hans didn’t seem like the type of man who’d stay where she’d put him. And, if he was traveling with her, she couldn’t shift to her ocelot form. Showing him her true self would only cause problems. Humans could not be trusted with the knowledge of her people. So, she would have to travel in her human form. For some reason, any humans not native to her jungle were unable to concentrate around other people who didn’t wear clothing. Maybe this Hans would be able to explain the reason to her.

She tsked. In human form, it would take longer to reach the men’s camp. “I don’t have any clothing.”

            Arms still crossed over his chest, Hans stared at her. Then, with a curse, he unbuttoned his shirt, shrugged out of it, and handed it to her.

            With what sounded like a snarl, she put it on. Instead of buttoning it, however, she ripped a piece of vine from a nearby bush and used it like a belt. Then she did her best to roll up the sleeves.

            “Are you ready?”

            He shook himself out of his reverie. “How do you expect us to travel in the dark?”

            Her sigh was audible. “By putting one foot in front of the other. Besides, it’s almost dawn. have a fair distance to go today if we want to reach the camp tomorrow.” She plucked at the shirt she was wearing. “You shouldn’t have any trouble seeing me in this.” Turning she pushed some branches out of the way and disappeared.

            Cursing under his breath, Hans picked up the water bottle, cursed again as he fought a dizzy spell, then hurried after her. Head aching, he cursed more as he thrashed his way through the thick bushes. Then, when he thought some hanging vines had finally managed to capture him, he pushed past the last tangle of branches into open ground.

            Obviously waiting for him, Raina stood a few feet away. Without a word, she spun on her heel and started down the hill.

            Hans followed her, the horizon before them slowly brightening. Dawn. Good, at last he’d be able to see more than blurry shadows.

            In front of him, the tan blur that was Raina stopped next to some boulders. “Now we travel south.” Turning she led the way downhill.

            As they walked, the sun rose behind him, it’s first rays reaching past him to the jungle below.

            Hans stopped. Tall trees rose hundreds of meters above his head. Wisps of clouds and mists swirled high in the uppermost branches. Lower down, colorful birds flitted among thick branches and clinging vines at the jungle’s edge, their raucous calls greeting the sun’s rising.

            Not caring that his mouth was hanging open, Hans just stared. Trees such as these grew nowhere near the Sahara Desert. Where was he?

            “Are you coming?”

            Hans wrenched his gaze from the trees and looked at Raina.

            She’d halted about ten feet away and was looking back at him.

            As the sun shone full on her face, Hans finally got a good look at the woman who’d given him her body during the night.

            Her long, dark hair wasn’t black but rather dark brown with streaks of auburn, black, and cinnamon, and it flowed halfway down her back. Her forehead was wide, her nose slender, her chin pointed, and her cheekbones high. Her pink lips were turned upward in a slight smile. But it was her eyes that drew his attention. They were large and almond-shaped. Last night, Hans would have sworn they were dark but now with the sun shining on her face, her could see they were the color of rich topaz. He’d never seen anything like them. She was the most exotic woman he’d ever encountered.  Definitely too bad she wasn’t naked anymore. Memories of the preceding night leaped into his brain. Her skin had been soft and smooth, her lips full. Her tongue had tantalized him. And her body…

            “Are you just going to stand there and stare at me?”

            Shaking himself free of his daydreams, Hans focused his attention back on the wall of trees just behind her. “Where am I?” he asked once more.

            The consternation on her face was evident.

            “I told you,” she said pointing behind him, “between the plateau and the rain forest.”

            Spinning on his heel, Hans looked behind him. Rising upward into the clouds was a wall of stone pock-marked with holes and small caves. Water poured out of some of the holes. Vines, bushes, and small trees dug their roots into others.

            His heart beating faster and faster, Hans stared at the wall. Spinning around again, he stared at the jungle. “Where am I,” he repeated mostly to himself.

            Stamping her foot, his companion stared at him. “I told you…”

            Before she could finish, he surged forward and grabbed her by the arms. Pulling her close, he shouted, “What country?”

            A blank expression appeared on her face. “Country?” She shrugged. “You are here, where I have lived all my life.”

            She didn’t squirm or try to escape him in any way. Moments passed as Hans struggled to breathe. What had happened to him? Just who was this Raina? He sucked moist air into his lungs and fought to maintain his sanity.

            “Hans, we can’t remain standing here in the open. It isn’t safe.”

            Slowly, he released her.

            As she stepped back, he wiped the sweat from his brow. The heat and humidity were staggering. Already his back was wet with sweat. If he hadn’t removed his jacket while he was still in his tank, he’d be overcome by now.

            Thinking of his tank -- and his missing men -- Hans shuddered. They had to be here somewhere too.  He waved for Raina to go on. “Lead me to this camp. I’m sure I’ll find my men there.”

            Turning, she walked toward the forest. “I hope you find your men, Hans, but the men in this camp are not to be trusted. They think nothing of their surroundings, burning the forest’s trees and killing the animals.”

            “Who are they?” he asked as he followed her into the tangled underbrush. She seemed to know where she was going, but Hans didn’t see a path. “Where did they come from?”

            Pushing some long, broad leaves out of her way, she said, “I don’t know where they came from. One day they appeared above our village in their flying machine. They landed and demanded that we work for them growing cocoa and other plants. We refused. We are free people and no one’s slaves.” She ducked and slipped under a huge tree that had fallen. “They left, but our priestess, Malia, told us to watch carefully. After two weeks, our vigilance weakened. It was then that they found a group of our children in the forest and took five of them. Others told us the men shouted if we didn’t do what they told us to, the children would die. We will not allow that to happen.” Stopping, she pointed upward. “Watch your head. The python isn’t poisonous, but its bite is nasty.”

            Stopping in his tracks, Hans looked up.

            A very large snake stared back at him.

            He gulped.

            She smiled. “I won’t let anything hurt you.”

            Hans glared at her. He didn’t need a woman to protect him.

            Bark rasped. Hans looked up and watched as the snake slithered along the branch to the trunk of the tree.

            She grabbed his belt and pulled him forward. “Watch out.”

            The snake fell to the ground with a thump and slid into the underbrush.

            “Christ.” Wiping the perspiration from his face, Hans followed Raina. The humidity was even more oppressive inside the forest. Water dripped from the leaves high above his head adding more moisture to his sweat-soaked shirt. A cacophony of bird calls, insect chirps, and other sounds he couldn’t identify surrounded him. Bright colors, the like of which he’d never seen before, decorated the strange plants. The ground beneath his feet was a slippery mess of decaying plant life. Wherever he was, it wasn’t the Sahara.

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He centered his attention on the woman again. Watching her was a nice way to pass some time, but she could be nothing else to him. His oath precluded everything else, including women, no matter how beautiful and tempting they were. For ten years, he had done nothing more than observe women if they happened to cross his path. None would tempt him from his task, neither human nor shape shifter.

A bevy of multicolored butterflies fluttered to the far side of the pool, and the woman laughed with joy.

When the music in her voice wrapped itself around him, Karrak froze. The heaviness that had lain on his heart since his mother’s death lightened.

The woman reached behind her and lifted her hair off the back of her neck. Her breasts bounced.

He lashed his tail. Something about her...

Snarling softly, he closed his eyes and shook his head. No! This woman was nothing to him. He was a shape shifter. He had absolute control over his body and emotions. No female could tempt him from the tasks he had set for himself.

Opening his eyes, he focused his attention back on the woman in the pool. However, just because this female wasn’t meant for him didn’t mean he couldn’t admire her. She’d stopped splashing and was making her way back to the bank. For the first time he got a good look at her face.

The two blue vertical lines on her chin accentuated her full red lips. A tiny polished jade bead matched the larger bead in her naval, and sat on the left side of her nose. More jade dangled from her ears. Tiny green leaves were tattooed in a straight line from one ear, across both cheeks and the bridge of her nose, to the other ear drew attention to her deep, dark eyes -- eyes that held secrets, secrets he wanted -- no needed  to know.

The puma sharing his soul began to purr.

Jerking his gaze away, Karrak blinked and shivered. Another snarl rolled from his throat, this one louder than the first.

The woman covered her breasts with her hands. “Hello. Is someone there?”

He froze. The last thing he wanted was to reveal his presence.

A macaw called.

A howler monkey answered.

She dropped her hands, splashed out of the pool, grabbed her shift, and pulled it over her head. Picking up her basket, she headed back into the forest the way she’d come.

Once she was gone, Karrak stepped from beneath the undergrowth, his mind troubled. Why had her eyes pulled at him? Why couldn’t he dismiss her from his mind as he’d been able to do with all the other women he’d observed in the last ten years.

Her belt still lay on the ground, and he batted at it. Tail whipping from one side to the other, he lowered his head and sniffed it. Golden mist swirled. The puma disappeared and he stood in his human form.

Bending, Karrak picked up the belt. The secrets he’d seen within the depth of her dark eyes remained in his mind, taunting, teasing. He frowned. Why should he care what she was thinking? He rubbed the soft belt against his cheek. Her scent tickled his nostrils, soft, flowery, sexy. He inhaled. Exhaled. Inhaled again.

Then, revelation blasted his mind. Gasping at the sharp stab of desire that exploded in his stomach, he fell to his knees. The puma in his soul screamed in triumph. She is mine!

Karrak pounded his fist against the ground. Not now, not when he was so close to exacting his revenge! No! Why did he find his mate now? And human! Why human? Few women could understand or cope with what it meant to be mated to a shape shifter.

Karrak closed his eyes for a moment. Now wasn’t the time. What was he supposed to do?

The puma in his soul screamed again. Find her! Now!

Cursing, Karrak didn’t deny the longing that surged through his body.

The woman who’s splashed so innocently in the pool was meant to be his.

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Myths and Legends:  Jaguar

“You are more beautiful than any woman I have ever seen.”  After flicking the jade bead in her naval, he slid his hand down over her stomach and dipped a finger between her woman’s lips.”

            Moisture quickly coated it.

            Balam groaned. He wanted her.

            Lifting her into his arms, he strode the last few feet through the steam and entered the brightly lit cavern of the gods.  He was halfway across it when she reached up, gripped two fistsful of hair, and pulled his mouth down to hers.  Her mouth moved under his.  Her tongue forced his lips apart then slid into his mouth, caressing his teeth and tongue.

            Balam stumbled and set Sanika on her feet so he didn’t drop her.   Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pulled her hard against his body.

            Groaning, he opened his mouth wider and sucked on her tongue. How could he have forgotten what is was like to be kissed by a woman?

            Her fingers tracing lazy swirls on his nipples, Sanika stroked the inside of Balam’s mouth with her tongue.

            Balam melded his tongue with hers in a sinuous dance then pulled it away to prod and lick the inside of her mouth, its rough texture teasing and taunting her in a way Sanika had never before experienced.  Finally, when it seemed that he’d sucked all the breath from her body, he pulled his mouth from hers, nibbled his way down her neck to her shoulder -  and nipped her.  As she shuddered, he swiped her shoulder and neck with his tongue - again and again and again.

            As her knees buckled, Sanika moaned. 

            Only the strong grip he had on her waist kept her from melting into a puddle of desire at his feet. 

            “Make love to me, Balam.  Here!  Now!”

            His deep chuckle had swirls of desire dancing through her body.  Her stomach muscles trembled.  Drops of moisture meandered down the insides of her thighs.

            He trailed his magical tongue back up the column of her neck to the sensitive spot behind her ear.  “The ground here is too rocky.  Patience.  The other cave is close.”

            Once again he scooped her up into his arms.  His stride was faster now, almost a run.  In minutes, they were back in the orginal cave, and he was laying her on the sleeping mat.  His fingers dipped between her thighs.

            Arching her back, she spread her legs.  “Now, Balam.  I need you inside of me now.”

            Grabbing his hips, Sanika tried to pull him over top of her.  She tangled her legs with his and rubbed her hairless mons against the silky hairs of his leg, moaning as a new shot of desire bolted through her.

            A low growl rolled from Balam’s throat as he kneed her legs wider.  His hot cock probed between her thighs.

            Sanika arched up to meet his thrust.

            A roar echoed around the cave.

            One instant, Balam was positioning his cock for his first thrust, the next he’d jerked himself off her body and leaped to his feet.

            “Nooooooo!”  Grasping at her scattered wits, Sanika grabbed his leg, digging her nails into his muscular calf.  “You cannot stop now!”

            His leg dematerialized beneath her hand as black mist swirled.  When it dissipated, the black jaguar crouched at her side.

            Sanika  recoiled.  What was he doing!  Surely he would not try to mate with her now!  As a jaguar!

            Ignoring Sanika, Balam snarled and sprang away - towards the shadowy opening on the other side of the cave.

            Another roar echoed around the cave.

            That wasn’t Balam!

            Sanika rolled onto her stomach as he leaped away.

            Across the cave, a large golden cat roared a third time.

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