Chapter 9
Ix Chel went back to sleep after the encounter Professor Connors. She woke Elsa's body as the sun dipped below the treetops.
Elsa felt has if she had been dreaming. She knew that weird, erotic dreams seemed to fill her mind. Despite the intense sexual need in her body, the images in her mind were vague enough for her to be unable to recall specifics. All she knew was that the need for sex was overwhelming. She thought about Ken's protective visit with the resulting passion and her desire only increased.
Ever since Ix Chel took over her body, the steamy heat inside her only seemed to build. Never in her life had she felt the kind of desperate erotic need that she felt now. She wanted someone to make love to her. She needed someone to stoke the fire into an explosive climax. Her earlier encounter with Ken only stoked the furnace between her thighs. When she thought of someone making love to her there was only one person she thought of ... Ken.
This was such a departure from her normal scientific self, but one she embraced. She had always read about this kind of overwhelming desire, but feeling it was unbelievable. Her normal logical self, seemed to have been transformed into an emotionally charged nymphomaniac. She needed sex, love and the passion that surrounded both. Ix Chel seemed to be at the root of it all. Since her body had been taken, her long suppressed passion blossomed. Now she craved love, ached for sex and desire for Ken seemed to be the only thing she could think of. It was not a bad thing.
Her native guide respectfully entered the hut. After clearing his throat he mumbled, "I see you're awake now," the guide's deep voice boomed. "It's time to bathe."
"Bathe?" Ix Chel questioned.
"It is twilight and all the tribe gathers at the water's edge to wash at this time," the guide explained. "The rain has stopped falling and we're late. Please, I will lead the way."
The walk took about fifteen minutes to reach the hidden river. The river was not very wide, but appeared to be approximately four or five feet deep. As they approached Ix Chel commented that the river water was clear blue and looked refreshing. There were a couple of dozen villagers—men and women—already washing when they reached the water's edge.
Elsa glanced sideways and they were all naked. She would be blushing if she could control her body. The idea of exposing herself to the entire village had her embarrassed, but she had no control. She watched from inside her internal prison and something changed. Ix Chel was going to proudly display her body to the crowd. Ix Chel's pride in her appearance made her suddenly feel proud of her body.
Ix Chel seemed to love her body and looked forward to showing it off. If a Goddess wanted to display her body to the bathers, why was she shy about doing it? Something about all those eyes stripping her naked made her want to give them what they wanted. The heat in Elsa's loins seemed to catch fire as she thought about having everyone ogle her. She picked up Ix Chel's thoughts began to appreciate the nobility of her willowy, sleek form. Ix Chel made her look at her body in a whole new light and it was a mixture of pride and sensual heat.
Ix Chel seemed to relish the idea of exposing herself to the enthralled village. She loved her new athletic body and savored the opportunity to show it off. She felt Elsa's insecurities and she knew she needed to teach her about life, love, sensuality and sex. This would be one of those lessons. She would show Elsa the power of beauty and the clout of being female. She would show her that the female form is a thing of beauty. This young woman had a body made for loving and it should be exalted. She was going to do exactly that. Show off the gorgeous form she had captured and show Elsa how thrilling and exciting a little exhibitionism could be.
Ix Chel strolled to the edge of the river and posed for all the eyes watching her. She shifted her hips as she haughtily surveyed her subjects. Her elegant stance seemed to radiate steamy sexuality and all the villagers felt the energy. Ix Chel noticed that the men's cocks began to thicken and stiffen. A smile radiated on her face and she shifted her hips in a slow sensual dance. None of the villager's eyes wavered as she continued her seductive movements.
The guide boldly walked beside her and made a show of stripping to his waist. His skin was the shade of dark chocolate. He turned towards Ix Chel as his hands went to his khaki shorts. When he shucked them to the ground, she raised her eye brows in appreciation. His dick was impressive and stiff. He stared at Ix Chel with lust in his eyes before he moved into the water.
For Ix Chel the sight stoked the sexual heat still pounding inside her newly acquired athletic body. It had been a millennium since she had been able to provoke such lust. The sight of all those hard cocks had the erotic butterflies in her stomach churning and her folds weeping.
Even so, Ix Chel was proud to undress under his and the entire village's watchful gaze. All the men had that look on their face, the one that she'd seen before, an almost superior glare that made her tingle. None of the villagers had pretence of keeping their eyes anywhere except on her body as she removed her clothes. She tantalizingly released the clasps on her top and teasingly revealed her host's breasts.
Ix Chel saw the entire tribes eyes swivel to her breasts and she stood taller thrusting out Elsa's magnificent breasts. As Ix Chel surveyed her subjects she felt the thrill of all the desire pouring through her stiffening nipples. Ix Chel caressed her breasts and teased her nipples as the men licked their lips. The thrill of human desire and passion coursed through her. She loved these desire filled moments. Her time in a human body elicited the kind of desire she missed and craved.
When her breasts were revealed, Elsa would have sucked in a breath if she could have. The embarrassing thrill coursed through her and she felt the desire building from Ix Chel. She looked down and saw her nipples engorge sending a greedy hunger throughout her body. Never in her life had she been topless in front of a crowd, but the titillation turned her on.
Instead of being embarrassed Elsa felt a thrill. She took in all the ogling stares from the crowd and the stiffening cocks from the men. Her excitement was dizzying and spun her around. This was all new to her but she was learning from Ix Chel's regal pose. Ix Chel let the villagers stare open mouthed and stood haughtily like the goddess she was. As Elsa felt her hands begin to undo her skirt and in her mind she shivered, because she would soon be totally naked in front of the crowd.
Ix Chel undid the fasteners on her skirt and teasingly held it in front of her for a few seconds before she let it drop. She watched all the villagers eyes travel from her thick wooden nipples down flat belly and ending at her bald mons. The sexual tension around the river grew stronger as everyone gawked at the naked goddess posed in front of them. Her glowing, noble white body stood out new stark contrast among the dark skinned villagers. The disparity in their color was almost as exciting to her as the sight of the men's long, thick cocks.
Almost. But not quite...
It felt like every man around her was closely watching her as she stood, proudly naked. She stood tall and shifting her hips gave her breasts an erotic wobble. She knew what she was doing as she attracted every eye to her seductive movements. Ix Chel felt powerfully sexual as the river became her own playground. She continued to titillate everyone around her creating a heavy dew of lust.
The thought that they all wanted her created an intense thrill and it was almost a disappointment when as Ix Chel walked deeper into the water. It wasn't as cold as she had expected. She couldn't help but glance at her guide as he handed her the soap. She glanced at the stiff beast that protruded between the guide's almost black thighs.
It was impossible for Elsa not to peek towards all the lusty men around her as Ix Chel began to wash herself. The men's cocks were actually lengthening in their hands as they soaped them while watching her. She told herself to look away but how could she? All her life she'd known that men only wanted sex, but even in her wildest fantasies she'd never imagined this. As Ix Chel washed her body Elsa felt all the villager's eyes caressing her. She had never been this turned on and wanted even more.
Elsa gave a quick look around her. Every single gaze was homed in on her. Her breasts were covered with soap and her nipples were rock-hard. Her soapy hands, on their own, left her breasts, roamed down her tight belly until it found her slick cleft between her legs. Had she really been in such a trance? Two young guys nearby—eighteen or nineteen—were soaping themselves, but their actions weren't far short of openly masturbating as they watched her.
A shiver ran through Elsa and Ix Chel. Should they both have been this turned on? For Elsa this was something she never even dreamed of. The exhibitionism and lust were something she never imagined and it filled her with consummate desire.
Suddenly Ix Chel's guide was taking her hand again and practically dragging her through the water to the bank. Ix Chel was not through basking in everyone's lustful stares. She jerked her hand away from his and gave him a dagger filled stare. She could tell he was being ruled by the object between his thighs and a lesson needed to be taught. Women are not sex objects. They are to be loved and cherished. Sex between a man and women is a scared bond and not to be sullied.
His faced turned hard and vicious as she cast him aside. He grabbed her hand again in a vice like grip, pulling her towards the village. His intent was clear, but she is a goddess and a woman. She protects her body. She only gives herself to those she chooses and those worthy of her gift.
The moonstone bracelet and the one in navel began to glow in protective power. Suddenly the look on his face turned from angry to intense pain. He dropped her arm as if he had been scalded stepping back. She reached into his mind scolding him in a venomous psychic attack. The guide dropped to his knees holding his head between his hands.