Blogaversary Blogfest featuring Letter "M"

Thanks to Wendy Tyler Ryan for sponsoring this blogfest. The rules: 50-500 word scene or flash fiction with a dark feel. You must use all of the following 'M' words in your piece, but don't just pack 'em in there, it should make sense.

mist(y)

mambo

moon

musk(y)

mongrel

myth

An aged mambo slowly circles the bonfire. The air is thick with mist of pine smoke. Her feet follow the drumming and her body sways with the chanting. The voodoo spins round and round, until an old mongrel lets out a howl. The mambo scans the faithful, her eyes now glowing. The song and rhythm hush as she begins her tale with a raspy voice. “Dis dat I'm about to tell ye be the story o' voodoo what causes summer showers.” She looks over the wide eyes of her followers and begins.

****

On a sultry evening Ajuoga tossed in her bed. The open windows admitted little coolness. However plenty of night sounds entered, familiar voices of buzzing insects and peeping toads, all calling . . . calling to the darkness in search of mates. 

The sheet lay tangled at the foot of the bed and her nightgown bunched at her waist to allow any current from the ceiling fan to reach her hot skin. The musky heat and calls of lovers made her restless. From far away Ajuoga's lover floated in and out of her dreams. In delirium, lost between fantasy and reality, her hands became his, caressing and exploring her own curves. Her passions ignited with the heat of the night air. 

The full moon now shone its light into the room. It beckoned those under its dark spell to awaken. Under its glow, lovers' calls grew urgent. 

Succumbing to pleasures of passion, heat, and magic, Ajuoga rose. She stripped off her night clothes, standing under the patch of moonlight, streaming in through a window, and lifted the blind. The moon's powers raised the hairs all across her naked flesh. The young witch could not resist the temptations of this night. “Your Highness, may I call upon you?” 

“Yes, you may approach,” the dark lord’s voice resounded from his position high in the sky.

“Master, I'd like to request your assistance to send presents for my lover's enjoyment.”

“Of course; you’ve served well and always been my favorite dark angel. However, I must remind you this magic shall include the gift of your heart.”

“That's fine. I'd give my heart freely to him,” she said.

“He’s but a mortal and shouldn’t receive such a treasure as yourself.”

“Thank you, but I'm certain.”

In the next moments Ajuoga sent her presents rising upward on his moonbeams. Through the moon's powers, she sensed her magic rain down in a gentle shower upon her lover. Droplets wetted his forehead and nose. She dampened his eyelashes, tips of his ears, contours of cheekbone and jawline. Through the wet film, she could fully visualize the blissful expressions of his face. 

Her touch made him smile with a warmth that melted her heart.

****

The old mambo opens her eyes wide and searches the circle, reading expressions on faces around the fire. She smiles a wide, gaping grin with several missing teeth. “Ye now be told de myth o' rain showers. When ye be wetted by one, remember Ajuoga's voodoo she rains down wit every gentle drop, givin' her heart to her lover. Now be gone all o' ye ento the night.”

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