Tlacotzin was sitting on a mat in front of the table. The young flautist was surprised to see the table full of tortillas, bean paste, tamales, pozole soup, grilled vegetables, all decorated with hibiscuses.
The girls prepared a birthday party for him. How did they know his birthday? He had never told them. Soon he realised that they probably heard that from Itzcoatl.
He felt a little ashamed. The last time he had such a party was when his father was still alive. And he had never been alone with girls.
The girls encouraged him to eat.
"It's delicious."
It was true. The tortilla was perfectly soft, and it tasted delightful with the bean paste. The amount of chili was perfect, too.
"Really? We cooked it ourselves."
Meya smiled so brightly that she could compete with the rising sun. She gave him a cup of white liquid. He recognized the earthy smell. It was pulque.
"Don't worry, we'll keep an eye on you."
Izel reassured him. At that moment, he noticed something. Meya, Nenetzi and Izel were there, but Xilonen was not.
Xilonen approached him with a dance step and knelt before him. Tlacotzin was blushing and panting. The girl sticked out her breasts in his direction and sent him a smile.
The music stopped.
Izel stood up and walked to Xilonen.
"Tlacotzin, it's time for your birthday present."
Izel put a collar with a leash on her friend.
"It's Xilonen. She's your slave for a day. Her body and soul belong to you. You can do whatever you want with her."
She handed the leash to Tlacotzin. He was completely speechless. He had an amazing birthday party. He watched an extraordinarily beautiful dance. Now he had the most beautiful girl he knew as a slave, with whom he could do... anything?
He nervously swallowed.
It was too beautiful to be true.
It must be a dream.
Whether it was a dream or not, only one thought filled his mind.
"Xilonen, I, your master, command you... Kiss me."
His voice trembled when he said it. He felt his blood pulsing and his heart beating as loud as a huehuetl drum.
The girl smiled at him. She got down on all fours. She pressed her breasts to him. Then she began to slowly lift herself up, not taking her breasts away from him for even a moment. He felt these two soft hemispheres with hard pebbles on top sliding on his body.
Finally, they were face to face. He looked into her eyes. He saw his reflection in them. Her gaze was inviting him. He looked at her mouth. Red and delicate, like hibiscus petals.
They kissed.
He felt her lips, soft, warm, and moist.
He felt fulfilled. As if the last wound on his heart made by a cruel life had healed.
"Where's Xilonen?"
He had already learnt a few things about her, and one of them was that she wouldn't miss a party.
"Good that you're asking."
At that moment Nenetzi started to play the teponaztli drum, and Izel – the tlapitzalli flute. Next to him knelt Meya, who poured him pulque. He was dazed. He wondered if he was dreaming, because to experience something like this one had to be a prince or be rich.
At this moment, Xilonen entered the chamber. She had red hibiscus flowers in her hair and her body was completely hidden under her coat. She went into the middle of the room, which for some reason was empty.
When she stood in the middle, she let the coat slide off.
Tlacotzin was speechless and blushed at the sight. He couldn't believe what he was seeing.
Xilonen was dressed in a short red skirt, on her wrists and ankles she had bracelets, on her top she wore only a necklace, and her body was decorated with small, elegant paintings.
Tlacotzin couldn't believe what he was seeing. He had never seen a girl in such eroitc wear. Then, Xilonen began to dance. But it wasn't any dance he knew. She was bending and leaning in his direction.
He could feel the blood flowing faster and faster in his veins, and the pressure rising... especially in that one place.
He finally decided it must be a dream. A really beautiful dream. He looked at Xilonen, charmed, and took a small sip of pulque.
He had already seen Xilonen dance during a ritual dance practice. But now she was completely different. She was like a dancing flame. She moved, turning slightly with grace. Her breasts were bouncing. He remembered how she teased him in the garden, but now that he was looking at them... naked, hidden only under a necklace.
He felt his breath quicken and his heart beat harder. He was looking at Xilonen, captivated by her. She sent him a seductive gaze, telling him to look at her.
Then she took off the bracelet on her wrist and threw it at Tlacotzin, who immediately grabbed it.
He stared at the bracelet for a moment. He smiled. It was a simple wooden bracelet, but for him it was more valuable than gold. The reason for this was simple. He recognised who made it. It was Nenetzi's work.
He looked at Xilonen. Now she was standing with her back to him. She shook her hips. Tlacotzin felt the urge to touch them, to see if a woman's buttocks were as soft as his friends at telpochcalli had told him.
But before he could think of anything else, Xilonen lay on her back and straightened one of her legs up. He could fully observe its shape, made by countless dances in honor of Xochipilli. She took the bracelet off her ankle and threw it to Tlacotzin, who grabbed it.
During that time, the girls communicated through glances and subtle gestures. Tlacotzin was too absorbed in watching Xilonen to notice that. Izel gave a signal to her friend.
It took one small movement during the spin for the necklace to slide off, exposing her breasts to Tlacotzin's gaze.
The young man opened his mouth. Sometimes he imagined what Xilonen's breasts, covered by clothes, looked like. Now he had his answer. Big, full and firm. He thought about putting his face between them. His ideas were getting bolder, and more and more blood was pouring into his crotch.
He couldn't take his eyes off them.
But it was time for the climax.
Xilonen spun and her skirt lifted slightly just to fall to the floor right after that, leaving her completely naked.
Tlacotzin couldn't believe his eyes. It was as if he were looking at a woman created by Xochiquetzal, goddess of female fertility.
Tlacotzin woke up. He had such a beautiful dream. He had dreamed that the girls had thrown him a birthday party. The food and pulque were delicious. Moreover, Xilonen became his slave for a day. He remembered the kiss. He blushed when he thought about what they did next.
"It's too beautiful to be true."
He rolled over, thinking it was too beautiful to be true. At that moment, sleepiness left him. He saw Xilonen lying next to him. She lay naked, with a collar around her neck.
He realized it wasn't a dream.
The party, her dance, the kiss, and what happened next were real.
He looked at her. He wondered how he felt about her and the other girls. He found the comfort and support he needed in them. They healed his wounded heart.
He wanted to be with them. Not only in joy, but also in sadness. He wanted to share with them the good and the bad moments. To be with them until his last breath.
He touched her cheek. She was so sweet. Meaning it from the bottom of his heart, he said:
"I love you."
In one moment, Xilonen opened her eyes and smiled at him mischievously.
"I love you, too."
"You're not sleeping?"
Tlacotzin was surprised at first, only to laugh quietly after a moment. It was something Xilonen would do.
After a moment, he felt her touch near his crotch. Her smile invited him. He smiled, embarrassed, and blushed. Xilonen pouted her lips to kiss him when suddenly…
"I see you're having a good time."
Izel stood in the doorway. As she looked at them, something changed inside her. She didn't know exactly what. Despite her knowledge, she couldn't name it. But it encouraged her to act.
She took off her sandals as she entered. She remembered what Tlazotleotl's priestess had said. One of her biggest advantages was her feet. She sat in front of Tlacotzin. The priestess had taught her a few tricks for using her feet. She was ready to show them to him.
***
Some distance away, Cuathli was watching them. They didn't see him, but he heard them and saw what they were doing. He remembered his own youth and the woman he loved. Unfortunately, she was no longer with him.
Besides, he had more important things on his mind. Today was a council meeting to discuss the preparation for Xochi Huetzi.