Chapter 2

The pleasant morning quickly gave way to another day of butt-numbing airplane and helicopter rides to get us to the village nearest the dig. As the helicopter took off leaving us alone, I was surprised at our reception. Always before, villagers crowded eagerly around us to see the new visitors and children clamored around hoping to coax us into tossing food, candy, or money their way. Village elders always waited for us to come to them.

This time, though, it was the chief and shaman who greeted us. Everyone else stayed a respectable distance away. “Welcome,” they said in their native tongue, bowing to us. Their bows brought an immediate and similar response from the rest of the villagers. “We are honored by your presence,” the chief said solemnly. I’d spent enough time in villages that I’d previously witnessed a lesser chief greeting a greater visiting chief to recognize the situation for what it was. I wasn’t quite sure how they knew but I could make a fair guess.

“It is I who am honored to revisit the land of my ancestors and to be able to help,” I replied as I motioned for everyone to stand back up. My break with the normal protocol surprised them, especially when I greeted them as equals. I explained what was going on to Amanda as we were led into the village. When I tossed handfuls of candies and coins I had stuffed my pockets with specifically for this reason, the kids quickly destroyed the solemnity of the occasion as they squealed and dove for the treasure. Seeing the huge grin on my face at the children’s antics immediately put everyone else at ease.

We were entertained clear through dinner. People from the dig showed up right before sundown with horses for us and for the supplies that the helicopter delivered. I was grateful to find out the dig was only an hour away as I hadn’t been on a horse for a several years and wasn’t looking forward to being saddle sore again.

When we finally retired for the evening, we had two final visitors. Chief Vakaki came by with a young woman I hadn’t noticed earlier. She had been made up carefully and wore a ceremonial jaguar skin robe. Standing behind her and blocking the doorway of our hut, which shielded us from the view of anyone who might happen by, the chief slipped the robe from the girl’s shoulders. Amanda gasped at the naked dark-skinned beauty standing anxiously before us. Seeing the disapproving look on my face the chief quickly explained. “Itzel has a gift. She foretold this day on the day she became a woman. You will need her help to defeat...” and the chief looked around nervously as if someone were trying to overhear us. “You will need her help to defeat he with whom you have come to do battle. She is here tonight because she chooses to be,” he explained nervously.

“You must take me tonight so that I may join you tomorrow night in your dreams,” she said in the ancient language. She smiled as the surprise registered on my face.

“Welcome,” was all I could say when the shock finally wore off and I stepped aside so she could enter.

“Goodnight Father,” she whispered lovingly to the chief as she turned her head and kissed his cheek. Seconds later, we were alone with Itzel. I guessed her to be fourteen or fifteen and she stood even with Amanda. Her dark breasts were the size of half oranges and were capped with small, dark nipples that were already betraying her arousal. She walked nervously to Amanda and pulled their faces together for a kiss, blushing hard enough it was readily visible on her dark skin. “I have never been with a man or a woman but I watched you last night with the yellow haired woman,” she explained nervously.

“You were able to watch us?” I asked, astounded.

Her blush deepened. “That is part of my gift. Unlike you, though, I am only able to observe. After ... after tonight, though, I will be able to join you in your dreams. I will be able to help with your battle, as well as preventing HIM from controlling your minds,” she explained.

When she was finally able to meet my gaze again, there was a fire in her eyes letting me know she really did want to be here, and not just for the reason she told us. While Itzel and I kissed, Amanda began removing my clothing. I could feel Itzel quivering under my touch as I gently caressed her soft feminine curves. When the last of my clothes disappeared, I pulled Itzel down with me to the makeshift bed in the middle of the floor where she rolled over pulling me on top of her as she spread her legs.

Moving down her body, I saw the look of comprehension in her eyes recognizing where I was headed. Obviously, she did watch us last night. She gasped when my lips touched the sensitive skin on her inner thigh. Her breathing quickened as my tongue moved north and slipped through her feminine furrow to taste her piquant oils. Her scream when my tongue found her clit and pushed her over the edge was drowned out by a fortuitous clap of thunder.

In spite of being nearly delirious, Itzel chuckled. “My father was concerned about me. I told him that when he heard the thunder tonight he would know I was okay,” she giggled. Moments later the skies opened up and any noise we made was inaudible more than a few feet from the hut for the next two hours, drowned out by the rain and thunder. I wanted to taste more of her young pussy before despoiling it but Itzel was impatient and pulled at me insistently until Amanda guided the tip of my cock to the opening of Itzel’s sex. Her face answered my final unasked question and I began gently pressing against her hymen.

“No,” she growled. “Take me now,” she demanded raising her hips up to meet me and to show her impatience.

She squeaked when my next thrust was hard enough that I shredded her virginity and sank my cock deep inside of her. I stopped until her rapid breathing returned to near normal. There were small tears in the corners of her eyes but a happy smile on her face when she looked up at me.

When she wiggled her hips impatiently, I started slowly. No words were spoken until we came simultaneously and I hosed her virgin womb with my seed, but I could see in her eyes that it was just what she wanted. Itzel held me tightly on top of her afterwards until my cock shriveled enough to slip from her intimate embrace.

Releasing me, she pulled Amanda over on top of her. I watched, mesmerized as she quickly responded to Amanda’s ministrations. Considering her lack of sexual experience and the attitude of her people about homosexuality, Itzel was surprisingly enthusiastic. Only after giving Itzel several orgasms and making sure she had found the majority of the cum I poured into Itzel’s body did Amanda crawl beside her and hug her.

While they shared yet another kiss, Amanda was shocked when Itzel pounced on top of her and performed a near carbon-copy performance of what Amanda had just done to her. This girl had obviously been taking notes last night while she watched us. When she was satisfied that her performance had been satisfactory, Itzel rolled over again, this time positioning herself below Amanda in the 69 position. Seeing me watching, she beckoned me forward behind Amanda and guided me into Amanda’s eager sex.

Again, I was surprised when I felt Itzel’s tongue on my cock and balls. This neophyte was a quick study and a very horny vixen. Watching the girls go at it had me all worked up again and it only took a couple of minutes before I felt the familiar tingling in my balls. “Cum for me baby,” Amanda moaned, sensing my nearness when I gripped her sleek hips tighter and started thrusting faster. When Itzel’s tongue slipped inside of Amanda’s pussy alongside my cock I exploded, driving into her as deep as I humanly could before releasing a torrent of my cum into her. Amanda’s arms buckled at the same time that she came, her face being driven forward into the makeshift bed by my energetic thrust.

I don’t remember ever cumming so hard before as my balls contracted repeatedly until I thought they might turn themselves inside out. Itzel continued eagerly lapping at Amanda’s oozing pussy when I collapsed off to the side of them. Drained and exhausted, I vaguely remember hearing their continued quiet moans and gasps of passion and pleasure as sleep overtook me.

Our first dream was a group instructional seminar of sorts on what Pacotamxo had been able to do to people while he was alive. Next, our spiritual instructor guided us through a series of exercises enabling us to change our form at will in our dreams. He explained that the lesson he planned to teach us to connect with each other was no longer necessary, but he had Amanda and Itzel specifically connect with their shaman ancestor. It seems that all the elders of the entire modern Maya nation planned to be in communication with their ancestors the next evening to channel energy to me as I fought ”HIM,” as they referred to Pacotamxo, afraid even to mention his name.

Itzel showed her ingenuity and prowess with changing form later as we fucked in our dreams. While Amanda fucked herself atop me, Itzel suddenly grew a cock exactly like mine and buried it in Amanda’s nether passage. I’m surprised Amanda’s scream as she came didn’t wake the whole village, even from inside our dream. Later, Amanda returned the favor. Knowing I hadn’t taken Itzel’s anal cherry she slipped a second cock into Itzel’s pussy as we double-teamed her. The girls even brought Janice and Becky into our dream orgy. I hoped it was a good omen for the real world when all four of them got along great in the dream world.

I should have been exhausted in the morning but it seemed that the more dream sex I had the better I felt when I woke up. Either that or I was going through that early phase of my relationship with Amanda where everything just seems right with the world.

Itzel’s mother came by before breakfast, ostensibly to wake us up. Itzel confided to us that her mother was checking on her. Seeing her daughter practically glowing and grinning from ear-to-ear, her mother smiled happily, and left us alone as we prepared to depart.

The soggy ground from the seasonal rains made our trip to the excavation site take a little longer than an hour, but not much. The last-minute addition of Itzel’s uncle Kaak, the village’s shaman, and his eleven-year-old daughter Nuk surprised me. Halfway to the dig I began to feel something ominous seemingly hanging in the air with the evaporating water vapor from last night’s rain. The girls felt it, too, and we made the remainder of our trip in silence.

I didn’t need to look for the temple when we got to the village to know where it was. I could feel it pulling at me, almost pulsing, enticing me to enter. Visions of vast riches and hordes of naked women at my beck and call entered my mind. They disappeared when I started laughing at the mental offer. I barely spent half of what I earned each year and had at least five years’ salary in savings. My newest book would soon be on the market and the publisher called shortly before we boarded the plane to tell me the first printing had been extended to five times what was originally planned as colleges and universities heard about it based on word-of-mouth and called in orders. It, and subsequent volumes I was sure would be published, would never make me rich but they would easily provide a comfortable living for the growing family group I seemed to be collecting. The visions of hordes of women simply scared the crap out of me. The ones I had lined up currently were more than enough to fulfill any fantasies I--or they--could ever dream up. After the last couple of nights, I’m not sure there were many things left about which I could fantasize.

Itzel smiled serenely at me at that point, almost as if she knew what I’d been thinking. I did notice, as did the girls, that the ominous feeling surrounding us suddenly vanished.

Work at the site had come to a standstill with everyone too nervous to proceed. Dithern showed me around, pointing out the temple and making sure he let me know they left it undisturbed once they got my message. The western edge of the temple had previously been mostly uncovered, to and including what had been the entrance Pacotamxo used to take the three virgins inside for the temple’s dedication. I could feel the energy pulsing from the temple much like one feels the heat radiating from a large bonfire. Nobody else could feel it though.

Between the heavy layers of clouds that seemed intent on hiding the stars from us this night, and the dense canopy of the jungle, darkness came early. We shared dinner with the remainder of the crew from the dig but nobody was in a talkative mood, everyone sensing that something terrifying and monumental was going to take place tonight. A couple of the students jokingly referred to us as the Ghostbusters but the joke was old the first time they used it.

We watched after dinner as the shaman mixed a concoction for us. I saw Itzel’s eyes widen when she saw what he was adding. I’m no ethnobotanist, but I knew enough about Mayan rituals and hallucinogens to recognize some of the ingredients--Morning Glory seeds, Wad toad secretions, one of the many varieties of Psilocybe mushrooms, and water lily bulb. I sure hoped he knew what he was doing, but I guess that was part of his job. Too much of any one of those ingredients could be fatal. Handing each of us a bowl he explained somberly while picking up his spear, “I will be here in case you lose the battle and HE takes control of you. HE cannot take over the mind of a child so my daughter will be watching me ... just in case,” he added as his eleven-year-old daughter solemnly took up her own spear. They both drank a different concoction--one he explained would keep them alert tonight. I wasn’t sure if his daughter understood what was supposed to happen tonight, but the determined look on the eleven-year-old’s face told me she understood the gravity of the situation as well as of the task she had been assigned.

With a final nervous kiss, we each swallowed the contents of our own bowl. While not nearly as foul tasting as I had been worried it would be, it would never make it onto the menu of a fast-food joint. The girls bookended me, albeit still clothed since we had an audience. The next thing I knew I was floating somewhere before first Itzel and then Amanda found me and then disappeared again. I felt Amanda in my mind and somehow knew Itzel was watching us from just out of reach.

I felt his presence before I could see him. Then I felt pressure in my head. “He’s off to your right and not too happy because he can’t enter your mind with Amanda in there, too,” I heard Itzel coach. As I turned to my right, a Jaguar lunged at me from the fog surrounding me. I ducked and he missed my face but I felt the searing burn as his claws ripped through the flesh of my shoulder. Before I could react further, my right arm became a machete and buried itself in the soft underbelly of the Jaguar as his weight carried him past us. His shriek of pain was even worse than mine had been.

A second later, my arm was perfectly healed and the pain was gone. Unfortunately, the Jaguar was also back and healthy. He circled me warily, feinting several times trying to provoke a response. When he sprang this time, I turned into a huge porcupine and savored his second howl of pain. Unfortunately, it didn’t seem to be slowing him down any.

On the third attack, I went for Saber-tooth tiger. When I lashed out at the Jaguar, it disappeared in a puff of smoke. The real one hit me from behind as I started to spin, expecting the attack as soon as the fake disappeared. Fortunately, my current size prevented lethal damage but it still hurt like hell when he again caught my side. I managed to rake his face with my heavy-duty Saber-tooth claws as our deafening shrieks reached a crescendo.

“He’s hurt,” Itzel informed me as my wounds quickly healed. When the Jaguar finally reappeared, the deep red gashes in his face were still there. After several more feints, he struck again, this time changing into a snake as he struck. Score a victory for Ray Scissorhands.

Getting desperate, he finally appeared in human form, but still had the horrendous gashes across his face. A sudden flash of light blinded me momentarily, and I twisted backwards and to my right expecting his attack while I couldn’t see. The burn of something sharp pierced my shoulder and knocked me backwards. The wound healed almost instantly when he pulled his knife shaped hand out and concentrated on strangling me--or so I thought. His hand quickly became a knife again, directed at my throat as I struggled with him trying to keep it away. A sudden movement caught my attention when Itzel appeared, spear-hand penetrating Pacotamxo’s skull.

Instantly, we were back in the tent at the dig, with no residual effects from the drug. It took me a second to realize that we’d won. “Yes!” I whooped, pistoning my fist into the air. Instantly I was buried under two happily squealing girls. Amanda and I both turned on Itzel and smothered her with kisses. Only when we finally calmed down and looked around did we see the shocked look on the face of Itzel’s uncle as he stared at the severed human head skewered on his spear--a head with deep claw marks across the face.

“I realized that every time he attacked you he was aiming for your head. You just happened to dodge the attacks. Everything below your necks healed instantly. The damage you did to his face never healed,” Itzel gushed excitedly.

Her uncle had moved so that the head was over a bowl and the remaining blood was dripping into the bowl. “There is one more task we must perform,” he said solemnly. “We have to permanently seal the two portals in the temple.”

“Okay, how do we do that?” I asked excitedly.

“With the blood of the defeated, the blood of the victor, and the blood of an innocent,” he answered looking back and forth between his daughter and me.

“How much blood are we talking about?” I asked nervously.

“Not much,” he answered cupping one hand.

“I’m sure the camp’s medic can draw it,” I suggested.

“No, it must be done ceremonially,” he answered emphatically. My stomach lurched when Itzel’s eyes bugged out.

“When?” Itzel demanded.

“It will be dawn soon. We should go to the temple as soon after dawn as possible,” he explained.

“Fine” she huffed. “Wait outside and I’ll get them ready,” she ordered. Bowing slightly, her uncle turned and left the tent. Itzel hugged her cousin while they held a whispered conversation. Her cousin was nodding when they finished but her cheeks were streaked with tears. My stomach lurched again.

“This is going to be very strange and it’s going to hurt a lot, but everything will be okay,” she said as she hugged me tightly. Seconds later, she started removing my clothing.

“Ummmmm, we have company?” I half-asked nodding to Nuk.

“It gets stranger,” she answered. When my pants dropped to the floor, Nuk’s eyes were glued to my semi-erect cock. Itzel pushed me down onto the floor and straddled my hips as she explained the process. I cringed with each new detail she explained. Evidently, there were lots of gruesome facts I didn’t know about the Maya. The ceremony hadn’t been practiced in centuries, but the seriousness of this situation, which began more than four thousand years ago demanded it.

I turned my head when Itzel removed Nuk’s dress. Nuk gasped when Itzel performed the mandatory exam to assure that she was still “innocent.” Assured that she was, she had Nuk straddle my lap and lower herself, albeit nervously, while Itzel held my cock flat against my stomach to insure that Nuk remained an innocent. Nuk’s eyes widened in surprise when she began sliding back and forth, my cock nestled in the valley between her nascent labia. It was only a couple of minutes later when Itzel motioned for Amanda to get her uncle.

With Itzel holding Nuk from one side, I held her other. I still don’t understand why I was the one that Nuk bit. I don’t really blame her, but damn it hurt being bit, though obviously not as bad as when her father pierced her engorged labia. After catching a drop of blood on a sheet of tissue-like paper, the rest dripped into the bowl with Pacotamxo’s blood. Itzel continued holding Nuk after they finished and while the uncle turned to me.

I was shocked to find that I was still erect. I sure didn’t feel horny after watching what he just did, or knowing what he was about to do. Rolling up the edge of the blanket, I bit down on it just before the sharp bone knife skewered me near the base of my erection. Nuk reached over and squeezed my hand sympathetically. I have no idea how much blood he took. I’m not normally squeamish, but the thought of seeing my cock being pierced was a bit more than I was ready to think about. I didn’t watch any of the procedure until I felt the sting of resin from the Ek’ Balam shrub that he applied to stop the bleeding.

While he worked, Nuk and I redressed. Once he finished mixing the requisite herbs, he led us out to where he’d built a small funeral pyre. The gasoline he doused it with and the flares he added and shoved inside the skull made it burn hotter and faster. Once the flesh was gone, we left the fire to finish the job.

Using the Bobcat, it only took the crew from the dig a few minutes to finish clearing the entrance, so we could enter the temple without having to crawl through the small opening they’d previously used. While everyone else waited nervously outside, the shaman and I entered the temple to seal the portals. I had to be the one to paint the blood and herb mixture along all four edges of both portals and was grateful for the chance to sit when it was time to let him do his shaman thing to finish the process.

First, he burned the two tissue papers, one with a drop of Nuk’s blood on it and the other with a drop of my blood on it. The scent of the burning blood was supposed to get the attention of the Gods. Then he began praying and chanting. Finally, there was what I can only describe as a shudder as the barely discernible crack in the rocks, the one outlining the two doors, seemed to press together tighter. Then suddenly, the joints in the rocks glowed with a silver glow and simply weren’t there anymore. “It is done,” was all the shaman said before we exited the temple. I knew the girls would insist on details later.

The dream warfare last night didn’t have the same effect of leaving me energized as our dream sex did. In fact, I felt utterly drained. Between the battle, the bloodletting, and the ceremony in the temple, I wanted a good long nap before having to sit in that saddle and suffering for an hour with a pierced cock. I felt even worse for poor Nuk since she’d have to sit right on her piercing. I had to admit, though, she was going to be a beauty in a few years. I chided myself for being jealous of the man who finally got to go where I’d been so close to earlier. It wasn’t that I was attracted to her young body. I’d actually felt like a letch this morning just doing what we’d had to do for the ceremony. No, I just felt close to and protective of her for having shared what had to have been a very traumatic experience for her--hell, for both of us.

The makeshift bed on the tent floor rushed up to meet me as I collapsed in the middle of it, too tired to care about how gracefully I landed. God but it felt good to lie down. Also fully clothed and equally exhausted, the girls quickly bookended me. I was floored when Nuk asked if she could join us. After a slight nod and happy smile from her father, I held my arm out inviting her in as Itzel relinquished her spot to her cousin. I’m not sure if I was asleep before she snuggled against me or not.

I felt rested when Amanda and Itzel invaded my dream. One look was all it took to see what was on their minds. Protesting, I reminded them about the piercing. “Looks fine to me,” Amanda purred after checking and finding no sign of the piercing. Her lips slid down the length of my cock a second later. “Note to self: real world injuries don’t carry into the dream world,” I thought. I was also relieved that the girls and I wouldn’t have to do without sex while I healed.

Itzel popped out of our dream briefly, returning with her cousin. She smiled when I protested, then smirked as she watched the amazed look on my face as Nuk aged before my eyes. I was mesmerized when her tiny nipples poked out of her flat chest, followed rapidly by the growing mounds of her breasts until they were the same size as Itzel’s. At nearly the same time, random hairs sprouted in her pubic area, filling in and lengthening until she had a sparse but lickable thatch. Her hips widened, her ass filled out, and the rest of her body rearranged itself until she had a definitely feminine form. Poor Nuk was blushing bright red watching me view such a private thing, observing what the next few years held for her.

Itzel pulled her down on top of me and Nuk assumed the position she’d been in only a few hours ago. This time, though, Itzel wasn’t trying to prevent anything. Again, Nuk slid back and forth, massaging her now visible and erect clit along the length of my cock. This time when she slid a little too far forward, she found the head of my cock notched in the opening to her virgin sex. I froze, letting her decide for herself whether to proceed. Nuk knew what she wanted and her body understood enough of the basics to start the process. Holding her slender hips, I helped guide her, while Amanda gently stroked her back, and Itzel stroked the insides of her thighs. When I pressed against her barrier, I stopped, letting her make the final decision.

Nuk grunted a little when she forced me through her virginity, and then I took a more active role, raising and lowering my hips as I pressed deeper into her tight virgin pussy. With her eyes closed, she had the most blissful look on her face when I finally bottomed out inside of her--at least for a moment. The blissful look had turned to a raging inferno of lust when she re-opened her eyes. She offered no resistance when I rolled us over and took control, slowly pistoning my rod in and out of her until her actions made it clear she wanted more. Faster and harder, I pumped her tight pussy driving her to two orgasms before I filled her virgin womb with my seed. With a blissful, contented smile on her lips, she rocked our bodies gently, refusing to let me go until my shriveled cock slipped out of her.

Nuk gasped in amazement when her cousin buried her face between Nuk’s legs and then gasped louder when Itzel’s tongue began exploring. Itzel drove Nuk to three more explosive orgasms before poor Nuk pushed her away, unable to take any further stimulation. Meanwhile, Amanda had claimed me and I was jackhammering her. One nice thing about dream sex is that I didn’t need any time to recover and could come repeatedly. Nuk watched while I fucked her cousin next, and then insisted on another round for herself. In between, Itzel persuaded Nuk to get her first taste of Amanda’s cum-filled pussy.

We all snuggled together in a tangled heap of arms, legs, and assorted body parts afterwards. Then, suddenly, we were in a chamber with a stone floor, standing naked in front of dozens of people I didn’t recognize. “We understand that an offer of wealth and women was extended to you this morning,” a somber and serious voice said, although I didn’t notice anybody’s lips moving.

It seemed like so long ago that I had to think about it for a second. “Yes, and I ignored it,” I answered.

“We know. We would like to know why,” the voice intoned.

“I already earn enough to support myself and a large family comfortably. I don’t want my children to grow up as rich brats, but rather to understand how to support themselves when they are old enough to be on their own. I’m already with one woman who seems to have latched on to me, and I have the feeling she will be adding a couple more to our odd family. That is already more women than I am comfortable with trying to keep happy so why would I want more?” I asked. I swear I heard chuckling from somewhere.

“What would you consider an adequate reward for what you did this morning?” the voice asked.

“I didn’t do it by myself,” I reminded them.

“We are aware of that. We are simply asking what you would consider an adequate reward,” the voice repeated sounding slightly annoyed.

“I would consider Nuk and I not having to ride a horse or walk back to her village in pain an adequate reward,” I answered letting a little of my own annoyance show.

“Hardly adequate,” a different voice grumbled. “What wish could be fulfilled to make you a happy man?” yet another voice asked.

“Since I have no idea what you are looking for, there are two things that would make me happy. The first is always to be able to make the woman or women who choose to be in my life happy. The second is to be able to help remove the shroud of mystery from the civilizations that have gone before us, that they may be known for what they were and what they did, not what the preconceived notions of archaeologists think they were like.”

There was a minute of hushed conversation before the first voice addressed me again. “We are pleased with your answers but we are still concerned that you may eventually use the power for evil purposes,” it said, finally getting to the point of this whole confab.