Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!
Chapter 826 - 454: The Spirit of the Clouds_2

Chapter 826: Chapter 454: The Spirit of the Clouds_2

"Praise the Chief Divine! Celebrate the auspicious day of the Alliance, celebrate the Royal Family’s wedding!"

The elder Cacamatzin led the toast, downing the tequila in one go. Then, the King Aweit followed, happily gulping a drink. Next were High Priest Xutel and the Eagle Leader Xiuxoke. After the four had their drink, it was the turn of the Great Nobility of each state.

Finally, it was the turn of the two newlyweds. Xiulote and Alisa sat side by side, raised their cups of chocolate, and smilingly drank deeply. Unlike the tradition of the Celestial Empire, in such a sacred wedding, the young newlyweds were not allowed to drink alcohol but could drink chocolate instead.

Everyone raised their cups and drank together, then enjoyed a lavish feast. Xiulote gazed at Alisa beside him. Although he hadn’t had any alcohol, he was already intoxicated. He couldn’t hear anything, see anything, other than the girl in white, his breathtaking wife.

Alisa also turned her head, her eyes following her lover’s movements, a gentle smile on her face.

Their eyes met, inseparable, feeding each other some fruits and vegetables, with no more interest in the food. Cacamatzin laughed heartily and said a few words in a deep voice. Xiulote then led Alisa in a bow to everyone before withdrawing from the lively banquet. Under Nashu’s escort, the two tightly linked arms and proceeded to the bridal chamber in the backyard.

Alisa blinked and looked at Nashu leading the way. She seemed a bit puzzled, tilting her head to ask her lover beside her.

"Xiulote, who is she?"

"Uh... she’s my shadow slave."

"Shadow slave..."

Alisa slightly raised her eyebrows, thinking. She naturally knew the existence of shadow slaves and their purpose. A few moments later, Alisa pouted, secretly pinching Xiulote’s waist, and asked softly.

"Xiulote, have you ever... received some guidance from the shadow slave?"

"Uh..."

Upon hearing this, Xiulote felt a little guilty.

"What... guidance?"

"Hmm..."

Alisa blinked, stood on tiptoes, leaned to Xiulote’s ear, and bit his ear.

"Naughty monkey, is this your first time?"

"Ah!"

Xiulote’s body trembled as his ear was bitten. He nodded, stammering.

"Hmm... Alisa, I haven’t truly explored... the mysteries of passion."

"Hmm, swear to the Divine?"

"Divine witness!"

Xiulote said firmly. Although he passively received some services from the shadow slave, he had not truly explored the mysteries of the opposite sex. Even in his lifetime memory, spanning decades, no matter how rich the theory, he had no practical experience.

"Hmm, good brother... Divine witness! This is my first time too. I’ve always been waiting for you, waiting for this day..." Alisa’s eyes glimmered, seeming to drip with emotion. She looked at the expansive bridal chamber ahead and pulled Xiulote’s hand, quickly entering it.

The bridal chamber was very spacious, divided into two rooms. The outer room was packed with precious wedding gifts, all kinds of gemstones, gold, silver, and jade artifacts were dazzling.

The two glanced around briefly, then walked directly into the inner room. The inner room was also large, with a sturdy ebony bed in the center, adorned with beautiful patterns emitting a pleasant fragrance. In the corner of the room, an exquisite table held daily sundries, with a few large wooden paintings leaning against the stone walls. Xiulote glanced at the paintings and was immediately stunned. The paintings were divided into grids of different sizes, depicting lifelike men and women in various poses and expressions.

"Ah? This is..."

"Hehe, this is the painting of the Goddess of Spring, brought from the Goddess’s temple."

Alisa took a few glances and understood. Her eyes smiled with a mix of shyness and allure, speaking tenderly.

"Xiulote, no need to look! These paintings, I have consulted with the Priestesses in the Goddess’s temple... Since you don’t understand, let me teach you!"

"Alisa, you..."

Xiulote was stunned. He looked at the stunning girl, who walked to the table, took some slippery ointment. The ointment had a faint fragrance mixed with a subtle fishy smell, seemingly a blend of fish oil and honey.

"Good brother..."

Like a light butterfly, the girl fluttered back. She stretched out her tender arms, hugged Xiulote’s neck, and boldly pressed her body against his.

"Hmm, Xiulote, do you know? The lotus only blooms for the hummingbird, which has a long beak that can reach deep into the flower’s heart and taste the sweet nectar..."

The girl’s breath, like orchids, whispered temptations in the youth’s ear. Xiulote felt the soft and warm jade in his arms, a hot flame rising in his heart. He suddenly hugged the delicate girl tightly and then lowered his head for a passionate deep kiss.

"Ah!... Hmm..."

Alisa exclaimed, then responded passionately. Their lips and teeth intertwined, two small fishes entangling in the mouth, occasionally licking, gently biting, and sucking each other... The intense kiss didn’t last long, and the young couple was already aroused, like water and fire meeting. On the stone floor, their clothes had already fallen.

"Hmm, Xiulote, let me teach you..."

Candlelight flickered in the bridal chamber, illuminating the two people who had shed their clothes. Alisa called out emotionally, her expression shy, but her movements were alluring and bold. She gently extended her hand, dipped it in some slippery ointment, bit her lip, and reached down.

"Ah!"

Within a few moments, Xiulote gritted his teeth and called out, shivering violently. The flame in his heart burned into a fire, as if he wanted to devour the lovely person in front of him. After several explorations, he couldn’t contain himself anymore and directly lifted the delicate girl, placing her on the plush bed.

The flame burned intensely, while the water was gentle and moist. Water and fire were closely connected, finally blending together in an instant after mutual exploration. Two low cries of pain sounded in the room at the same time. At that moment, the girl became a woman, and the boy became a man.

"Alisa, does it hurt?"

Xiulote stopped, gently kissed her, and asked softly.

"Yes."

In Alisa’s eyes, tears of pain and joy overflowed. She nodded, hugged her lover tightly, and whispered.

"Xiulote, and you?"

"...Uh, it doesn’t hurt."

Xiulote clenched his teeth and shook his head.

"Hmm... naughty brother! You’re supposed to feel pain too."

Alisa’s eyes sparkled. She suddenly lifted her head, leaned toward his shoulder, and bit hard.

"Ah!"

Xiulote cried out in pain, his shoulder burning with pain, leaving deep marks.

"Alisa!..."

"Love me..."

The pain ignited the intensity of the fire. The fierce fire stirred violently, changing into intense postures, trying to turn the water into steam. The delicate water passively endured, becoming softer and wetter, wrapping around the fire deeply.

Under the girl’s guidance, Xiulote followed his body’s instincts, like a traveler exploring the world, greedily seeking every beautiful scene.

He saw the spirit of a flower blossoming beautifully beneath him, swaying with an exquisite posture, bringing the fragrance of the bloom. He saw the spirit of a butterfly with astonishing flexibility and resilience. The girl’s tender white legs turned into the butterfly’s wings, fluttering in the air under the traveler’s pursuit. The traveler stretched out his hand to catch the dancing butterfly, seeing the crystal toes tightly clasped, with feet arched upwards.

He felt the spirit of the wind, hearing the calls in the breeze, deeply entangled in the wind. The traveler trekked through the wind, feeling different kinds of tangles and constraints with each step, bringing bone-deep pleasure.

He felt the spirit of the clouds, so pure and soft, intoxicating him. From the pure clouds, rain mist overflowed, veiling the girl’s eyes, dripping down into the young man’s heart...

"Alisa, you are the spirit of flowers, the spirit of butterflies, the spirit of wind, the spirit of clouds... and my spirit!"

Xiulote shouted in his heart, his eyes burning intensely, unable to stop the desire for exploration. That night was so long and unforgettable, the fire and water could not be calmed.

Nashu stood in the outer room, like a stone lotus, alert and vigilant. She listened to the blossoming flowers, the flapping butterflies, the howling wind, and the falling clouds... Listening, she gradually bit her lips, her face reddening, her legs tightening.

Until a low roar came, accompanied by a soft cry. She shivered all over, letting out a low moan. The cold female Samurai instantly lost strength, leaning softly against the wall. She looked outside in a daze. The banquet’s firelight hadn’t died out all night, the moonlight hidden in the clouds, with spirits faintly flitting about.