Yisrael was brewing. As he stalked towards the dome shaped wall, he looked around making sure Chris had left. He had seen that dolt snooping around but right now, he was going to lock that information behind his head.

He had a certain woman to show the endgame to.

Satisfied by his inspection, he pressed a round camouflaged stone dented disc. Rumbling deep made the wall sidled to the side and revealing its way leading into a dark tunnel.

Yisrael knew the way down like the back of his hand. The air was musty with a creepy coating of moisture of moss. Hefting River over him, he walked down till he reached the opening.

Small beaming lights crystals marked on the rocky ceiling like diamonds as he placed River down. He watched her about to argue when her attention was snagged away by the cavern surrounding them.

He tried to see it from her eyes. It wasn't an ordinary cavern.

This one was illuminated with crystals of white trailing over the ceiling making the cave dimly lit. At center lay a huge furred rug for only Iborians to come and simply view the sight in front of them.

Everywhere you looked was paintings of all the generations of the Iborians. Their beginning of the meeting the great Jaguar god of the underworld to the enlargement of the tribe to the need of hiding when the red stone was almost stolen and the great sacrifice that was made to save it.

The etchings came upon the wall magically whenever something crucial happened to the tribe.

It was like a tattoo for the Iborians. Reminding them of their great perils and legacy.

Every bond that was made through the power of love was marked on the wall. Despite folklore and popular beliefs, Jaguar of the underworld believed only in the truest form of love.

That was the ultimate sacrifice.

There were figurines of people depicting nature of their love, their consumption of desire and pleasure reflected on these walls.

At the end these walls, down below that was encircling them was circumferences with stony benches below for Iborians to sit.

The cave then opened to another small chamber and in the middle lay the dark glowing red stone. Surrounding with deep embers of an unholy fire. It was moving like a wind-waves.

The power emitting from it was not natural. It was godly, the essence was like that of the burning bush located on Mount Horeb where Moses was appointed by God to lead the Israelites out of Egypt and into Canaan.

Just like the ancient Israelites viewed God's holiness as a consuming fire, the Iborians believed it and seen it as well.

The Yaguar that was nursed back to health in Yate's small hut was transformed into the burning fire but it never burned his home. Immediately, Yates has fallen down on his knees just like the first engraving depicted.

He was shaken by the sheer majesty that he couldn't look upon his face. After he was gifted with half heart, the tribe spread out and now, still going strong as ever.

Yet, Yisrael felt the qualms of weakness seeping in his blood as he gazed upon the woman who was staring in wonder at the black engravings on the wall.

He was spellbound by her but what she said back outside had his body heated and rage licked his half animal-human heart.

To think all this time, nothing meant to her, he couldn't believe it. Wouldn't believe it.

Yet this wounded game had his head dangerously closing all his cognitions and exposing his anger and pain.

River sensed that this cave was nothing as it seemed. All the regulations were off. Reality was glissading into a different realm. A surreal realm.

At first, terror had flooded her body when she heard him say those treacherous words. Take me to the end?

But she couldn't even counteract when she was hunched over him as he stepped into the wall, hiding them in the darkness.

She hadn't left her breath as soon as he placed her down. Her eyes took in everything, something told she wasn't supposed to be privy to this place.

It was too sanctioned. Too private. Especially when she spotted the light flickering in the next room.

With her back facing him, she moved closer to the wall as she took in the place.

"Why did you take me here? I don't think I'm allowed."

The white rocks bordered the cave with gleaming stones etched on the walls with paintings and drawings.

Yisrael stepped behind her and she felt the raw heat of the tall man. Suddenly the whole cave became small and claustrophobic.

"I wanted to show you this." His accent deep and foreign still now to her ears. It always startled her, making her shiver.

River moved her finger up to trace the drawings on the cave wall. They were of two people in different positions but bound together as if they were...no, it couldn't be.

"These drawings...they are two people making love." She inhaled sharply.

His hands came from behind caging her to the wall and she felt him lean down to whisper in her ears.

"They aren't making love."

She bit her lip to control her moan. "Then?"

"They are fucking. Hard."

She choked back a gasp. Undeterred by it, he presses against her. His bare chest was like an sizzling iron, as her ass nuzzled his groin.

"See that one. That's a woman down her knees, her legs spread so far apart as the man drives into her, pounding her hard and rough. She loves a nice good rutting. Just like you."

She felt his tongue drew down the side of her neck, her hair being pulled out of her tie. She felt the curls bounce over her, letting free like a river.

Trying to keep the conversation going, she held on to the wall as her face angled to the right for more of his kisses.

They weren't soft. They were harsh and angry. He was enraged with her but that didn't stop her from getting her body hotter.

"Why is it there?" Her nails scratched the stony edge getting it gritty under her fingers pads.

"All Iborians fuck like animals. It's our nature to mate. It's like a call." He growled those words just as his teeth bit her right where her neck met her shoulder.

Her head fell back on his chest. "And ki-kiss?"

"We kiss only one true mate. No one else."

"Ho-how can you determine that?"

"We are half breeds. We just can. It's the instincts that direct us. Make us want to kiss the right woman." His hand snakes down her thigh, moving it up and down.

"But- but after a kiss like that, would-"

"We don't think about the future. We just flow with our guts." And then with low rumble, he whispered. "Just like a river."

He bared his teeth, biting through the clasp that held her dress and he let out hiss, her whole dress fell down in a black puddle around her ankles leaving her stark naked.

Bare flesh. Bare curves lay in front of him.

Her body had the subtlest tremble that only acute eyes could pick. Shimmering perspiration was like a glossy coating mouldering her back.

The paint marks smudged away. Salty drops dotted down her spine, pooling right above her ass. He pulled back to view her.

It was a seductive exhibit he had ever laid his eyes on.

His gaze skirted down her, tracing every dip memorizing every feature. Her hair was slightly wet, clinging to her back and the color of her blood high, underscoring her flesh.

It send delicious ripples of goosebumps dancing upon her skin. River's dread melted away into something else. Something more parlous.

Trickle of sweat easing between her breasts and she found her arching her back, parting her thighs a little, raising her ass as if to offer up herself as a sensuous sacrifice solely to please him.

Like a bloody shameless strumpet ripe for ravishing.

She swayed, swept away by this raunchy yearning that it took her a moment to realize no matter what happens tonight, it will happen.

She slowly pivoted, looking over her shoulders. Her eyes narrowed in a look Yisrael knew all too well.

That look was sultry.

He was like a beast ready to devour her. The uneven rise and fall of his chest warned her how affected he was.His nostrils flared as her arousal thickens like honey inside the cave.

She had no choice but to surrender.

The corners of his mouth curled into a menacing half-smile.

Victory is finally mine.