Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!

"I am a delicate flower, blooming carelessly in the deep midnight, in the embrace of the Earth Mother... And you are a strong stalk of corn, standing proudly in the scorching noon, in a place where flowers flourish..."

The clear song was enchanting, the rapid dance swirled, and the orange candlelight flickered with warm hues. A faint fragrance dispersed in the gentle breeze, and a graceful woman, wearing a lightweight outfit, danced beautifully even in the confined space of the tent. She gracefully raised her jade arms, moved her supple waist, and tangled her legs and feet, blooming radiantly around the King who was drinking. When she gently parted her red lips and sang the ancient chants, her voice was magnetic and slightly hoarse, like the friction of a jade wall on sand, stirring the listener's heart.

"The Goddess bestowed the seeds of life, flowers and corn intertwined together, becoming the breeding corn flower! The blooming flower folds inward, using the tender petals as the outer skin of the corn... Under the watchful gaze of the Goddess, they fold tightly, just like I fold onto you..."

The woman's eyes glistened with spring water as she sang the spring tribute by the seaside, her song growing ever more alluring, seeming like it could squeeze out water. Her movements became increasingly bold, almost pressing every soft part against the King, just like in the song.

"By the riverside fields, there will be corn flowers... The magical trumpet flower will host exploring pelicans... When life flows and the tribes flourish and expand, it is the holy tribute, the blessing of the Goddess of Spring!..."

As the captivating song ended, the woman's cheeks flushed slightly. She gently gasped, looking at the drinking King with innocent eyes, and naively asked.

"Your Highness, is my song pleasant?"

"The timbre is exquisite, like the song of a pelican. The melody soars, carrying with it the essence of nature..."

Xiulote put down the wine cup, reached out his hand to stroke Miyava's exquisite face, feeling the smoothness and warmth of the woman, and smiled as he spoke.

"It truly is delightful! I really like it!"

Hearing the King's praise, Miyava shyly turned her head, a cheerful expression on her face. She gently stretched out her soft palm, hugged the King's rough hand, and pressed it against her face to feel. She held onto the King's arm tightly, unwilling to let go, like a longing maiden.

"Your Highness, is my dance beautiful?"

"Your body is nimble, like the swirl of a flying swallow. Your footsteps are light, as if you can dance on a palm..."

Xiulote withdrew his hand, transforming his palm into fingers, and gently pinched Miyava's cheek, like pinching the edge of a jade ring, satisfied and sighed.

"What a superb dance, I wonder how much effort went into it!"

"Your Highness, I started practicing dance when I was six!"

Miyava slightly raised her head, showing a hint of pride on her innocent face, and said with some arrogance.

"Actually, my best dance is the snake dance... But it needs to be performed on a soft grass bed, and requires a dance partner..."

Saying this, Miyava widened her eyes, looking at the amused King with a clear gaze like a young girl, somewhat hopefully asked.

"Your Highness, can you accompany me to practice my dance? I will... strive hard to perform well."

Upon hearing this, Xiulote raised his eyebrows. He gazed at the woman's pure expression, looking into those simple eyes, unable to see any hint of allure, nor any mature pretentiousness... It was as if the dance the maiden spoke of was truly just a dance.

"Alluring yet innocent, this splendid maidenly charm... is really... intriguing!"

Xiulote's eyes were faintly crimson, he raised his cup, drank a sip of tequila, feeling the slight spicy taste in his throat, then touched the woman's slender neck with a hearty laugh.

"Haha! Good! Miyava, I will accompany you to dance... but not right now."

"Okay!"

Miyava was overjoyed, happily nodding her head. She felt the King's hand on her neck, trembling lightly. Then, she raised her head, her large watery eyes looking up like a pure deer, timidly asked.

"Your Highness, can you hold me? I want to lean against you and rest for a little while... I remember your embrace being comfortable and safe..."

"..."

Hearing this, Xiulote squinted his eyes and took a deep look at the woman. He drank another cup of wine, placed down the wine cup, said nothing, but seized the woman, pulling her directly into his embrace, holding tightly.

"Ah! Your Highness..."

Miyava blushed, lowering her head, burying her face in the King's chest. Xiulote was unreserved, one hand wrapping around the woman's slender waist, the other hand boldly exploring, feeling the astonishing beauty. The woman's face grew redder, her body trembling slightly.

"Oh! Your Highness... light..."

"Light?"

"Yes! You are the light... the light that rescues me from nightmares... Hm!"

"Oh?"

Upon hearing this, Xiulote lowered his head, gazing into Miyava's reverent eyes, also lightly inhaling the pleasant hormonal scent. His eyes were slightly red, nearing the woman's cheek, almost kissing the woman's red lips.

"Ah!"

The woman shyly closed her eyes, her face showing pure anticipation, as if she were truly waiting for the light in the darkness.

"Miyava."

"Hmm!"

"Look at me."

Upon hearing the king's words, Miyava opened her eyes and saw an expressionless gaze tinged with a faint red.

"Your Highness?"

"Miyava, in my eyes, your wise mind is more valuable than your magical body."

Xiulote spoke lightly, gazing at the woman's innocent eyes, speaking calmly like a divine spirit.

"Whether you're pretending or have truly become like this... I have come to ask you for any useful advice on the kingdom's governance in Totonac..."

"If you satisfy me, I will take you away and give you what you desire. However, if you cannot satisfy me, I will still take you with me, but after handing you over to the Priest Akuitsi for thorough instruction..."

Upon hearing the name "Akuitsi", Miyava's expression instantly tightened, and her body visibly trembled for a moment. Xiulote held the woman tightly, feeling her tremble, and his lips curved into a smile.

Seeing the king's faint smile, Miyava pursed her lips. She closed her eyes, and upon opening them again, her gaze was mature and seductive, like a ripe cactus fruit.

"Hehe! Oh God of Death, you are still so powerful and cruel, so cold and unfeeling!"

Miyava chuckled, seductively licking her red lips, like a red poinsettia blooming in the night.

"Oh Divine Eagle of the heavens! I have already submitted to you, fully opened my petals. Why do you hesitate to descend and taste the sweetness of the nectar? Is the flower not fragrant enough? Or... hmm..."

As she spoke, the seductive Serpent Priestess slightly raised her head, leaned closer to the king's ear, and whispered softly with breath like orchids.

"Your Highness, am I not appetizing enough? Or... are you not up to the task?..."

Upon hearing this, Xiulote's eyes flared red instantly, as if a long-suppressed beast was about to awaken in a split second!

"Miyava, provoking the divine spirits of the Mexica will not get you what you want, it will only bring you what you do not desire..."

After his cold words, Xiulote lowered his gaze. He spoke calmly, yet seemed to hide some terrible desire.

"Every Mexica divine spirit, even if seemingly gentle, is savage. They have experienced too many blood sacrifices, witnessed too much death, walking on the edge of the bloodied brink, like flames desperately restrained..."

"Too much bloodthirstiness, too fierce a killing intent. Overly revering death, overly craving life, these are the weaknesses of Mexica divine spirits!... And I am striving to transform them before I become one of them... but the Tototanak people's resistance has made me lose some patience..."

"So, Miyava, I have decided to give you a chance to obtain what you desire! Tell me, what useful advice do you have for the kingdom's governance in Totonac?..."

"Chief Divine witness... So it's like this..."

Upon hearing the king's cold words, Miyava put away her seductiveness, and pursed her lips.

"The kingdom's governance on the seaside? This is truly a... difficult question to answer..."

Her expression turned serious, and she remained silent, carefully contemplating the king's question. She lay in the king's embrace, not speaking for a long time. Xiulote held her patiently, also remaining silent. The two maintained a close posture in the dark tent, like a closed corn blossom.

"Your Highness..."

After a while, Miyava finally raised her head, looked into the king's eyes, and respectfully said.

"I believe I have some answers for your question."

"Very well!"

Xiulote nodded without any change in his demeanor.

"Speak! I am listening."

"Hehe! But, mighty lord, before answering your question, I have a small request..."

Miyava's eyes sparkled, and her smile was bright and captivating. She playfully blinked, cautiously testing the king's limits, while sincerely seeking security...

"Hmm? A request?"

"Hmm!..."

Miyava nodded obediently, casting a seductive glance at the stern-looking king, and softly requested.

"Your Highness, could you... first kiss me? Imprint your mark upon my soul..."

"Imprint... a soul mark?..."

Upon hearing this, Xiulote's gaze turned sharp, and he looked deeply at the uneasy woman for a moment, remaining silent. Then, he forcefully embraced her soft body, lifted her gentle face, and amidst her startled whisper, deeply kissed her~