Uprise of the Rebellious Princess

Uncharted Passions Of The Flesh

She waited the whole afternoon. There was no way of knowing what the emissaries from Tenayuca were discussing with her father. The meeting was convened inside the Chamber of the Seat, off limits for anyone –even for Atotoztli. She felt betrayed more than ignored, for she sensed it was a political maneuver in the working. Although she attempted to calm her suspicions, her pushy instincts insisted the meeting had something to do with her.

“No news yet?” Atotoztli asked her faithful Nenetl.

“None, my little grandmother.”

She stormed out of the palace hallways and went to one of the storage rooms where she had prepared a cloak. She snatched it with great haste –like she planned it in her mind –and went towards the Palace main stairs. She opened the garment and put it on, trying to cover her head. Atotoztli speedily stepped down the stairs. Suddenly a sonorous thumping sound was heard. The guards made it as they presented arms while she passed. The Cihuatecutli halted for a moment, knowing she was recognized. Atotoztli knew there was no time to rethink her plan –either she could stay or proceed without looking back. A drilling sensation of anxiousness filled her body. Excitement grew with an urge that surfaced from within her inner-self. So she left, not minding the palace guards could notify her father or even his advisor Tecpactl. She needed to know what was happening and just perhaps Yacanex’s map could relinquish any hint.

The hasty Lady crossed the still-wet street with much haste. Her sandals walked over the moisty ground after the typical late-afternoon light rains. From the wetness below rose a chill that cooled down her skin, but not her will. So she ran and ran, expelling vapor as she panted.

Atotoztli did not want to look back. The Lady of Colhuacan just fled out of there, as if escaping from the harms that troubled her heart. Then she stopped, and with heavy breathing she turned slowly at the Palace. She stood at the corner of the city’s Main Square gazing at her home. It did not look welcoming any longer. Atotoztli was crossed with her father in an excruciating manner. He seemed to be siding with the High Capital instead of supporting her own daughter. Her father excluded her from that meeting, even when it constituted an outrageous intromission by the Huey Altepetl. What a great disruption it meant for her already feuding family!

Still, the brave lady recognized she was proceeding wrongfully, but her heart insisted it was the best for her. Oh, the moment when the heart no longer wishes to linger at the family’s nest, but to follow its own way. So, with a racing heartbeat she ran again, no longer worried by obstacles from her family, but by barriers of her own. She ran in desperation, eager to see Yacanex.

She arrived at the garden’s entrance, but no one was there. Atotoztli stood there, looking one way and the other. Nothing. A feeling of loneliness invaded her mind. Once again, she gazed around, but the darkened street was empty. The lady leaned towards the walls of the gardens as she tried to catch some air. Her delicate hands pushed onto the damped coldness of the red-hued wall while bending her body. Atotoztli had such a heavy breathing, more by anxiety than by her agitation from the fast sprint. There she was, alone and without knowing what to do. A fresh wind blew and crept under her dress, having her skin at the mercy of Ehecatl, who subtly caressed her. Just as the wind himself was cooling her, she felt another hand. The hand touched her back, and slowly went down to her lower back. Atotoztli’s numb skin could not distinguish any longer because of the harsh coldness. Was it an earthly hand, or perhaps Ehecatl himself continued to soothe her? The hand went upwards again, towards her back head. As she continued facing downwards, the intrigued Atotoztli saw from the corner of her eye the black shadow of Ehecatl casted down on the ground. The beaked face, his conical headdress, the lordly pose, and his otherworldly flapping attire. What sort of apparition was she seeing and feeling? Atotoztli turned at once, but the shadowy figure remained in front of her. Confused, she moved a bit. The ocotl light was then eclipsed, showing Yacanex. As much as she felt joy to see Yacanex, she also remained baffled by her experience.

“Yacanex!” she exclaimed. “Were you the one that touched me?”

“Yes,” Yacanex replied, “sorry I startled you. I was waiting back there were you told me.”

“And my legs?”

“What about your legs?”

“My calves, my knee, up and around my thigh,” she slowly added with such a pleasurable thrill.

“Oh Atotoztli, are you enticing this fool man?”

“Was it you that held me from my hips and slipped your hand over my belly until reaching my agitated bosom?” Atotoztli said more lustfully, “Oh my Yacanex, were you here, right now, handling my body with much impunity?”

“I’m afraid that wasn’t me, Atotoztli,” said Yacanex with a trembling voice, “I –I would –”

“What?” Atotoztli teased defiantly. “Why weren’t you, when you should be doing so?”

“I –you know. If –” Yacanex could barely utter any coherent ideas.

Atotoztli took her hands to each side of her waist. Her body was arousing to the reaction she was provoking on Yacanex. “Speak up to your lady,” Atotoztli lifted her face with much bravado. “Won’t you hold me, feel me, and lead me into ecstasy?”

Yacanex turned over his shoulders with visible jumpiness.

“Are you afraid of me?” Atotoztli walked towards him with much swagger. “You should!”

Yacanex stepped back, but she quickly grabbed him by his squared but long chin. He froze there instantly, as she freely gazed upon him with unchaste eyes. Atotoztli’s fiery eyes swept him up and down. Her hand pushed him back. And back he went until his back crashed into the wall. She did not know exactly why she felt that way, but she felt a liberating sensation as she let out her female libido fly into the open. A sense of self-awareness flourished after years of being captive to the ever-controlling desires of others. Having a say on our own emotions makes us ourselves, and not what others expect. Her delicate hand and her thin fingers forcefully gripped his chin and then his neck, going over the roughness of his skin. Then she reached his sturdy chest of muscular lumps. Her hand wanted to remain as his pectorals grew large because of his abrupt ardent breathing. She noticed his excitement, but also his impressive restraint he seemed to exercise. This excited her more.

“Will you do as your lady asks?” she whispered.

“But Atotoztli –”

“Answer me!” she pinned her fingernails on his chest and her thick lips approached his mouth. “Will you? Will you surrender to my commands?”

“And –what is it you wish, Atotoztli,” he said with a soft and delighted voice.

Atotoztli gazed around to make sure they were alone, then lifted her face to the dark night. She inhaled deeply to purposely grow her large breasts to touch his body with them. The moment they touched Yacanex’s hard body, a lustful gleaming wave blasted through her body, sparking an ardent craving through her veins.

“Satiate my thirst for you,” said Atotoztli, “feed my desire with your manhood.”

Just as she uttered those words, Atotoztli felt his arms powerfully embracing her around her curved waist. She felt his strong hands holding her body, almost feeling vulnerable to such strength. A sort of naughty vulnerability she enjoyed, for the cloak of late night obscurity instilled the Lady of Colhuacan with mischievous excitement she had never felt before. Her willing voice allured Yacanex to step as well into the realm of lust. His hands slipped to her hips and gasped as she felt his hands strongly grip her curviness. His hands traveled to the back of her hips, and once again she felt the manly grip that was now squeezing the roundness of her flesh. Atotoztli moaned as she gasped, but quickly hushed as she realized they were still out in the streets. She sighed while taking hold of his hands. Both their chests were too excited, breathing true sensuality. As much as she wanted to take back control, she couldn’t anymore, for her most profound feelings for her lover were out. They were emotions which grew tremendously into an all-out lustfulness, and now her flesh and body wanted to appease them. Desire now thundered through her eager blood, which throbbed her veins and coiled her guts. Excitement grew inside her body, the coldness of the night was no longer felt. And so she acted upon it. The Cihuatecutli of Colhuacan kissed him dearly in his mouth.

“Will you fulfill my wishes?” Atotoztli said.

“My dear, oh Atotoztli, tell me that which you desire,” Yacanex said with intense whispers.

“You,” Atotoztli said between moans, “This night I yearn for your manhood.” She grabbed his hand and approached him closely as she looked into his eyes with a naughty grin, “Come! Come with me!”

Atotoztli pulled him and ran across the dew-covered street as Yacanex juggled to clutch on to his rabbit pouch. They ran through the chilliness of the night and the loneliness of the streets, bearing the heat of lust and the heartiness of love. The deserted city was theirs to rove at will. Only the ever pounding drums from high above the pyramidal temple signaled the city to be alive and breathing. The deep beats of the sacred drums accompanied both of them as they continued their flight through the desolate streets of Colhuacan. They headed downhill, away from the heart of the city to the lake. As she headed down, she was jumping in excitement. He giggled, as she kept pulling him. Downhill they ran until the road ended at the docking grounds. White paved streets turned into wooden piers. Atotoztli stopped for a moment, gazing far to where the lake shore merged with the imposing darkness of the night. She was not interested in going into the docking grounds but trying to go elsewhere by the lake.

She saw a figure moving at the docking grounds, so Atotoztli held Yacanex’s hand with a firm grip and resumed her flight. She took him into the marshy lands of the lakeside. Atotoztli ran, and ran, into an uninhabited area. Pitch black darkness soon surrounded them, and the nightly coldness crept as gelid claws. But her excitement was too much to feel the cold or fear the dark. She only dreaded being recognized as the daughter of the nation’s Tlatoani. That is why she went to the marshy lands outside the city limits, where locals usually don’t linger. She knew the way, so her hand pulled him wherever she stepped to avoid falling into the swampy puddles that abounded near the lake. She jumped here and there followed Yacanex. They ran, and ran as the shore circled the city towards the highest point of the peninsula, the Hill of the Star. As they moved north, Atotoztli spotted a fire in the middle of the engulfing darkness. She slowed her pace and walked towards the light.

“Who are they, Atotoztli? Where are we going?”

“They are foreigners” she answered calmly as she led him to a fire camp, “the last people to migrate from northern lands. They stand scattered, for they were vanquished in battle.”

“These are the Mexica?”

“Yes, the Mexitin people,” Atotoztli stopped, “the followers of Mexi, the custodians of Huitzilopochtli –as they say.” She turned to him and continued, “My city, my nation –Colhuacan –was amongst the destroyers of these people. The Colhua alongside other peoples raised spears against them at Chapultepec, on the other side of the lake. But their poor shields were no match for the might of all unified nations. My people and my kin don’t want them. They see them as uncivilized rowdy provocateurs, igniters of havoc. What an irony –the civilized slayed the brutes.” As she resumed walking towards the small fire, she said, “When my father and the previous ruler Coxcox –” then an old man approached, followed by a younger man.

“Cihuatecutli!” said the old man.

“Oh, followers of Mexi, guardians of Huitzilopochtli, mourners of Huitzilihuitl! I come to request your services,” said Atotoztli reverentially.

“Ah, Lady of the city, noble lady. Lady of the birds! Our true grandmother! Of what use can we, wretched men of lesser value, be of your service?” Spoke the old man.

“We beg you can take us both to the island of the temple of the olden ones. The one standing midway of Coyohuacan and Mixcoac. And for this, I abide to gratify you abundantly.”

“For the lady of the city, for Toci, anything. However muddy and insignificant boats we may offer you, great care and skillful eyes will accompany you,” said the old man.

“They will suffice more than you can imagine,” said Atotoztli.

She caressed the old man white hair and stepped aboard the young man’s boat. Both Atotoztli and Yacanex waved at the old man who stood near the lake shore as the boat went into the somberness.

“As you go, until you see the mound islands,” Atotoztli directed the young man.

“How do you know of this place?” asked Yacanex.

“I know my realm as much as I am aware of its recent bloody history?” said Atotoztli.

“And what about that way of talking back there?”

“Did you like it?”

“Well, sure,” replied Yacanex. “It is something one would expect to hear in palace halls, amongst the so-called great men and opulent ladies –not amongst wandering cast-outs like the Mexica.”

Atotoztli meditated for a moment, as the lake cold breeze gently moved her hair away from her face. While she looked upon the utmost obscurity of the placid waters, she sighed and said: “Who determines who a man of high stature is? Or who is a noble lady of true worth? We give for granted, Yacanex, that blood and name make us who we are. We all do. If only such valued blood and flamboyant rank names could truthfully be reflected on laudable deeds and modest conduct.”

“Those people think they deserve without achieving,” said Yacanex, as he too meditated. “And while people every day achieve, not one word of appreciation comes out from the holders of power –only the burden of more work and obsessive laws. They can keep all the grandeur for themselves and leave us only freedom. Or else both will fall one day, luxury and liberty alike.”

Atotoztli stared at him with a wide open smile. His ideas had been in her thoughts for some time. She knew Yacanex was not only accurate, but for some reason he was not counting her as part of that obnoxious circle. And that pleased the Lady since she considered herself a deserter of the high strata. And so she laughed for a moment. But just for the sake of fun, she wanted to tease him.

“You do realize who you are talking to?” said Atotoztli as serious as she could, though she could not hide her big smile.

“Oh, my Atotoztli, I am sorry,” said Yacanex, “But you know, my inner thoughts emerged as soon as you incited them.”

“And you do know executions are now customary in Colhuacan?” giggled Atotoztli. “It is all about the public display of capital punishment these days.” Then she approached him to the ear and whispered softly, “If you do not wish to end up executed at Colhuacan’s square, you shall execute your manly duties to me right there.”

She turned towards a small island with ruins of what appeared to be a temple or construction of sorts made by the olden ones. Yacanex turned and gazed with great curiosity. When he turned back to her, Atotoztli smiled and leaned backward crossing her arms. The boat approached the only safe shore the round small island had. Everything else was too high to dock.

Suddenly the sky was lit by the silver majesty. The moon began its course across its celestial path carrying its rabbit in its bosom. Metztli appeared full and round, and the clouds retreated with slow pace giving way to her presence. The stars blinked in honor of the magnificence of the moon and her rabbit. Thus ended the darkness and began a moon-lit night.

 “About that poetic way of talking of the Mexitin, which almost sounds like singing,” said Atotoztli just before the boat docked, “Those are things that should be widely present in our world. I wish one day the world can witness this poetic way of thinking and revered form of speaking for it would sure cease blind ignorance and elevate the quality of the conversational art. Nonetheless, wishes remain. I cannot say what is to become of the Mexitin, a scattered and impoverished people, but no one should ever yield their dreams in the face of adverse tides. Hope should remain regardless of hardships so that each person may reach higher purposes. My wish was to know love and the liberation that comes with it.” Atotoztli felt his hands, caressing her fingers and knuckles. She sighed, and took hold of his hands as well. Her delicate fingers followed each line on his rough hands. His warmth relieved her coldness. “Be it a long run or a mere step, one must aspire to a better life, the ideal life,” said Atotoztli with a soft voice. “For me, love was the thing I most desired. The void left by my mother, a distant family, and countless hypocrite eyes – all make me yearn to have my heart filled with love.”

“Oh, Atotoztli!”

The boatman drastically slowed the speed using its long pole against the rocks on the island.

Atotoztli sighed and nodded, as her hand touched his neck and head. She made an effort to not drop a tear, but her eyes were accumulating them. She sighed once again emotionally, as her face lifted up. “Would you lead me inside?” whispered loudly Atotoztli, as she managed to contain her tears and fast breathing, “Would you take me inside those ancient ruins to claim my untouched virtue?”

Yacanex approached her, surrounding her with his strong arms. His fingers gripped her back, squeezing until she let out a faint moan. Yacanex grabbed her by the arms and stared at her. She could not hold up her tears anymore. A drop slipped out over her cheek, stopping next to her mouth. He closed his eyes, and his mouth slowly went for that tear drop to kiss it. The boat halted. Yacanex nodded at her, and she replied with a slow but sure nod. Both smiled at the same time. He took her hand and led her out of the boat onto the tiny island, and inside the ruins of the ancient structure.

All her heart was able to gush;

A blazing warmth she never knew,

A tingling drive to make her rush

Right unto blatant craving lewd,

Of uncharted passions of the flesh to hush.

Her hands shook with tremors softly,

Her breathe punished her heavy breasts,

Her rogue heart drummed frantically,

Her loins burnt with uncanny blasts,

And yet, love, did not change deviously.

A long first kiss buried their lips,

His hands traveled along her drapes,

Until mounds bumped his fingertips.

She gasped! While he grasped her round shapes,

And her clothes betrayed her n****e tips.

Her white clothes were torn by his eyes,

Leaving her body so exposed

Not to unwanted dire malice,

That she relinquished to stand posed,

With clothes in full and shyness of size.

She uncovered her round shoulder,

Her dress slipped down to her elbow,

Then she struggled with the other

The tightness of her dress broke low,

Thus swiftly emerged her right boulder.

Held by the grandness of her breasts

Failed to drop the dress down to lay

Her hands came to aid at the fray

And fell down at place to round hips

While her timid hands still blocked the way.

A bare torso, save for her chest.

A short sigh, and the desire,

Led her to share her frontal best

As her bosom raged on fire

Lo! Grandeur of her fair ampleness!

Twin-peaked volcanoes rose proudly,

Flexing her alluring body,

So his eyes may sweep her finely,

Her darkened ice-caps so heady,

Of chocolate hue and oval view.

Both grew in pride with her long breathe,

Then came the night unto her tips,

As his mouth ate one into warmth,

Her dark berry shriveled by lips,

That led her right to submissive tide.

At each deep breathe her breasts grew out,

Then receded too inviting

That the summon brought his warm mouth,

To engulf her roasted topping,

Nipping and fondling, her mind went to nought.

Her body bent, so as her will,

Once tall and firm in seriousness,

Now both surrendered, not to ill,

But frolic tongue and its wetness,

Drawing on her n****e as a quill.

Her sight went blank in grand delight,

And her head wobbled uncontrolled,

By tight nudge of his tongue’s incite,

Quivers ran amok as he crawled,

To damp the other n****e in sight.

The sudden coldness in one tip,

Clashed blissfully with the other

Delicious wetness of his lip,

As his hands started to bother,

A placid hip to be lit in thunder.

When she felt the hardness of him,

By chance of her lost errant hands,

A contagious desire seemed

To flood with ardent radiance,

So strong that it hummed like a hymn.

‘Would I dare touch it one more time?’

She asked as she restrained her hands,

Of an urge that she felt no crime,

But naughty in nature it stands,

Intriguing it expands at her glance.

Her lips trembled bulging in awe,

To the beat of her frantic heart,

The tips of her peaks hard and raw,

Done by his coyless eyes so smart,

That she felt her body yield in love.

His hardness filled her hand so proud,

The temptress wished and pushed herself,

To go caress it as she slouched

Sweet embrace till nothing is left,

Growing in earnest within her shroud.

Her hands followed his hardy body,

They roamed his forms with no remorse,

Lips so handy licked him randy.

She spoke with force on his skin so coarse,

‘By means of wits and t**s, I capture thee.’

She sat proud over his strong thighs,

Solemnity encased her face,

Whispering with fading long sighs,

‘Now fulfill here your manly place,

To deflower your lady with grace.’

His huge arms laid her down below,

Spreading her oven from each heel

He said thrusting inside so slow,

‘I claim your body by your will,

The grandest of flowers to sow and fill.’

Painful gasps went out too loud

Till her tightness succumbed to him

A blissful moan escaped her mouth

Wrapping his pole while she was pinned

Leaving a trail of blood to tout about.

She turned around and bent naughty

Feeling his might, hearing his slams,

An explosion impaired her body

Wildly shaking with pleasing spasms

As she felt her oven filled in bounty.

The morning was near. Just before the first arrows were shot by the mighty Sun, Atotoztli opened her eyes. Even when she was uneasy about not being home, a pleasant coziness filled her heart. While he was still asleep, she slowly stood up still in her nudeness. She figured the harsh coldness of the morning at the lake stirred her sleep. The Lady realized her steamy night of unrestrained passions was no more – her body was now chilly. So she searched for her clothes, with her arms tightly crossed. Somewhere, at some corner of those ruins of old, her dress ended up crumpled into a messy bulge. She looked here and there until she stumbled upon Yacanex’s travel bag. Her hands went inside looking for a cloak, but they stumbled upon an obstacle. Curious, Atotoztli touched it carefully. It felt like animal hide.

“The map Yacanex told me about!”

She took it out and opened it on the dusty floor as she squatted. Forgetting she was still nude, she read it. Her eyes were disturbed by what she saw. The Lady of Colhuacan kneeled on the cold floor, and double checked the information in the map. But no, she read it correctly. Her body was filled with a dire impotence about things that were about to happen. And her heart cried within her, but her eyes did not. Now was the time, more than ever, to remain steadfast. Tribulations were yet to come. The coldness that crept on her knees was of no discomfort as the pain she foresaw.