The Mayan Prince and his Guardian - Part 2

Don't you just hate it when you bite into a big juicy red apple and all you get is a huge chunk of bitter bruise? Anyways... here is the second installment of the Mayan series, in which Panther Warrior Esmiel is attempting to save his Jaguar Prince Nicholai from a horde of mysterious invaders. They just jumped down from the temple, several dozen feet, onto stone and Esmiel is carrying his charge into the jungle, hopefully far away from their enemies...

The Mayan Prince and his Guardian - Part 2

Nicholai whimpers in Esmiel’s arms as the warrior sprints through the thick trees and undergrowth, clutching his precious cargo tightly against his chest. They reach a small clearing in the jungle, the bright sunlight filtering through the overhead branches to reveal a smouldering cooking fire surrounded by two or three low stone huts. Esmiel looks around cautiously and makes up his mind quickly, saying “ok… we might be safe in these houses for some time…” and Nicholai nods weakly and whimpers as his body trembles.

The old wooden door of the nearest hut hangs open; its occupants long since fled from the attackers. The other huts in the clearing have shut doors and rugs over the windows. Perhaps there were some of their people inside, but Esmiel reckoned it best not to disturb the defences in case the occupants thought he was an enemy. He carries the quietly mewing prince through the open door and into the gloomy interior of the hut.

In the dull glow of a small torch in the corner of the room, Esmiel’s keen eyes pick out the shape of a large hammock and he gently lays Nicholai down inside it, before turning to the heavy, open door. It takes the last of the warrior’s strength to push the door shut and bolt it with a loud *clunk*. As he turns back towards the hammock, Esmiel gasps as the arrow in his thigh twists, a thin stream of blood running down his leg from the wound. He grits his teeth and winces as he slowly pulls the arrow from his leg and holds his silk loincloth against the wound to stem the blood flow. He tosses the arrow into a corner and limps over to the hammock and climbs in, taking Nicholai in his arms and holding him tightly.

The prince blushes deeply as his guardian pulls him in close, enveloping him in his strong arms and he looks down and sees the wound and lets out a horrified gasp “are you... hurt bad... you were hit - why didn’t you tell me?!”

Esmiel looks down and nods "Yeah... it’s quite bad... but it doesn’t matter... are you ok? Were you hit? One finger on your body is worth more than my life..."

Nicholai looks down blushing deeply as he runs his hand on his upper thigh and winces, then straightens his face saying, "No I wasn't hit, here let me see your wound..." and he climbs on top of the warrior, smooth, toned legs straddling Esmiel’s knees, his eyes focused on the wound.

Esmiel gasps, "no... You must stay down... they could see us through the window..." and he reaches up and grabs Nicholai’s shoulder, pulling the prince down on top of him. Nicholai lets out a soft squeak and he winces, letting out a soft whimper, his face blushing deeply, and he averts his eyes, not wanting to be drawn into Esmiel’s shining green orbs...

As he holds his prince against him, Esmiel sees the huge bruise on Nicholai’s thigh... "Oh no... No... What is this... you are hurt... no..." and he tenderly reaches out a hand and touches the bruise... "Oh... its not so bad... at least you still have feeling there..." he says stupidly as he sees Nicholai wince.

The young prince’s face turns a deep red as he feels Esmiel’s tender touch on his upper thigh and he blushes even more, still trying to avert the guardian’s beautiful green eyes as he whispers, "you are touching a forbidden area..."

Esmiel blushes deeply and quickly removes his hand… "Oh no... I... I will be punished for this... I protected you and failed... and now this..." and he runs his fingers through Nicholai’s hair... "And once I am gone... I worry for you... nobody cares for you as much as I... do…" and he turns the prince’s face with his hand and looks deep into his eyes.

Nicholai tries to move his head so as to not see Esmiel’s eyes, but he can’t and he becomes entranced by them, his heart beating faster, his breathing becoming harder, as he blushes very deeply... and he asks in a soft whimpering voice, "what?”

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Part 3 is where things start to get dangerous. Will they survive? Find out some time soon!

Esmie xXx