Firestone Hot Springs mare's milk

once before a moment like this happened, and atoztli learned much from it.

already she’s mapped out what must be done. she will yield until he becomes drunk on his own lust; and just as he reaches to insert himself, she’ll drive fangs into his constricting throat.

that moment never comes.

pushed and pulled so that their bodies fit nearly perfectly, atoztli loosened a soft gasp as he releases her and clambers up the bank.

was it for show? she could have done without it; already the heat felt between them flutters out to something cold.  remembering her station despite the humiliation burning her cheeks, atoztli remained in the water. 

she said nothing else; he’d engendered a quiet rage within her, and she sought to placate its burning edges in the pool.