My story, THUNDER OF THE GODS, is a product of my imagination, although knowledge of certain aspects of the tale come from my experiences. In its entirety, it is ~ 45,000 words long, so I have chosen to release it in several parts, constituting a total of 20 chapters. This sixth part, Chapters 19-20 & Epilogue finishes the story, with increasingly barely believable erotic and exotic situations. The story's evolving sexual tension builds towards a bizarre denouement at the end.
Chapter 19
As dusk of the third day approached, Lacee applied the ninth and final application of the ritual cream to her vulva and clitoris. Then, with her loins aflame, she began the ascent of the Akbalcab pyramid to approach the secret chamber and Philip. She had left all clothing behind, and carried only the gas lantern and the single motmot feather with her. Carefully descending the inner stairs, she quietly approached the mysterious chamber enveloping the recumbent Philip. Holding the lantern high, she could see that his eyes were closed and he appeared to be sleeping peacefully. She placed the lantern in a wall niche, its flickering light activating the wall murals in an erotic pageant.
Lacee drew close to Philip, and almost gasped out loud at the state of his erection. Although he appeared to be in a deep sleep, his manhood seemed to have grown even more, and she guessed that it was now at least a foot long and three inches in diameter. She could feel her vulva clenching rhythmically, and had to stifle the strong urge to mount his magnificent prick. Kneeling next to the stone altar, Lacee took the motmot feather and began gently stroking Philip's inviting shaft. She fluttered it around its base and his massive balls, trailed it up and around its rock solid circumference, and flicked it across its glowing head. Philip began moaning from deep within his chest, but still did not appear to be awake. Continuing with her ministrations, Lacee soon had the tip of his prick flowing freely with its natural lubricant.
For at least thirty minutes, Lacee continued to stroke and titillate Philip's erection with the feather. Finally, his eyes opened, but he appeared unable to see her. It was as if he was looking at a vision in another world. She knew that they were approaching a crucial conjunction, and she swiftly brought forth the bowl of liquid that had been steeping for three days. Standing at the base of the altar, she watched in amazement as Philip rose to stand upright, grasping his prodigious penis with both hands. His fingers dripping with his own lubricant, he began to stroke it firmly. Mumbling incoherently, he threw back his head and worked his hands even faster.
As Lacee watched and listened, Philip thrust his hips forward and shouted out, "kin balam vinakil aahal! Ch'a'ik lela i'nah, ka' kuxtal ka'teen!" [I am Jaguar Manhood! Take this seed and live again!]
As the strange words echoed around the chamber, Philip's penis erupted with a steady stream of creamy fluid, which arched towards Lacee and the bowl she held in her hands. Her eyes wide, she danced nimbly in the eerie light to capture all of Philip's ejaculate in the bowl. It seemed as if he would never stop, and he kept milking his massive prick with both hands as the liquid poured forth. The bowl was almost full as Philip began sinking to his knees, still grasping his fertile organ in his hands. From deep within the mountain, Lacee heard a strange rumbling sound, and the room began to vibrate. At first she thought that they might be experiencing an earthquake, an unknown phenomenon in Belize, but then she noticed that she could feel a draft from the wall to her back. Turning, she saw with amazement that the crack they had noticed a few days ago was beginning to widen, and before long there was an opening of about three feet in front of her. The cool rush of air that assaulted Lacee was pleasantly musky and at the same time of a strange fragrance.
While her senses tried to digest what was happening, she felt Philip behind her, and he whispered, "what's happening, Lacee?"
"I'm not sure", she responded, "but as you can see the wall has opened. Do you remember anything about what you just did and said?"
"Not really", he said. "when I awoke, you were standing here and I was on my knees on the altar."
Philip took the lantern from its niche, and as Lacee carried the bowl, which they now recognized as the 'darkness honey', they proceeded to enter the chamber behind the wall. It was obvious from the walls that this was part of a natural cave, and they continued to follow it further into the mountain. The sweetish, musky odor grew gradually stronger, and they saw the entrance to a chamber with man-made walls. Entering through a small doorway, they were astounded to see a splendid black jaguar resting on an altar at the back of the room. Most amazing to both of them was that neither felt afraid of the magnificent animal, which was staring directly at them with its tail twitching.
"I can hardly believe this, Lacee," Philip whispered. "black jaguars are unknown in Belize, or anywhere outside of South America, for that matter."
With a low rumble, the animal jumped gracefully to the floor and padded towards another door at the rear of the chamber. Mesmerized, Lacee and Philip followed into the second room, which was decorated with more murals and glyphs similar to those in the chamber at the bottom of the pyramid. Leaping fluidly to rest on another altar, the jaguar's glowing eyes seemed to be focused on the mural in front of him. This mural brought immediate feeling of sadness to Lacee and Philip as they absorbed it. Unlike the others in the temple, it depicted a city in ruins, with the obvious figures of Balam Vinakil and Colel Cibchen surveying the ruins from the top of what seemed to be the Akbalcab pyramid. The message told by the glyphs was of the destruction of the city and slaughter or capture of its inhabitants by warriors from Tikal. The message continued to indicate that the royal couple were going to retire to the inner recesses of the mountain behind the temple to sleep for eternity, or until conditions were right for their return to rebuild their city to its former glory. It ended by indicating that their spirits would be watched over and protected by a black jaguar god, Ahau Box Balam, who would guide them in their eventual return from the realm of Xibalba, the Maya underworld.
