DMay Blossoms Reign
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Shift 32: Tnotchitlan, 1480 A.D.

"Let go of me!"

Norma's scream pierced the closed air of the temple moments before she materialized a meter above the floor, and gravity dropped her belly-flat onto a pile of cut flowers.

Sometimes one just can't win, and Dr. Norma Guttierez was slowly coming to that realization. In the short time since she injected the "de-aging" nano-machines, her body had shifted to battlefields, plantations, inquisitions, plagues, brothels, and lastly to a prison. An all male prison.

She'd lost her retrophiliac streak about 20 shifts ago, and all that was left was a sour determination to reach an advanced age before she flushed the nano-machines out of her system.

Norma shot to her knees, a task made difficult by the thick metal bar and cuffs separating her wrists and ankles. Her breathing slowed and her mind calmed as she realized she was no longer under the tender care of the prison guards. Her eyes drifted from her bare knees to the flowers. She was in no hurry to find out what dregs of archaeology her karma had dropped her into. And for the moment, her karma, lost in the overpowering influence of the flowers' scent. seemed content to leave her be.

"Patl'ala."

Norma turned her head to the female voice and to the sudden clatter of a wooden bowl hitting the stone floor. Two figures stood in silhouette against a wide entryway, one male, one female. The bright sky beyond the pair cast their faces in darkness. The bowl lay upended at the woman's feet.

At her glance, the two dropped to their knees and touched their foreheads to the floor in absequience. Norma rose to her feet amidst the flowers as a ceaseless string of whispers from their mouths. She scratched her bottom and watched them. "Okay," she thought, "What next?"

"Hello?"

The man was the first to break his platitudes and look up at the nude stranger. Norma held his gaze until the other woman spoke.

"Excuse us."

It was the first proper English Norma had heard since her first shift. That was her first clue that her faulty translat implant was working again, at least for the moment.

Norma looked to the woman. Her deep brown eyes were almost too wide for her face. Norma nodded with her chin for the two to stand, and they did.

"Excuse us," the woman repeated wetting her lips, "we did not expect a visitation before the blood."

"Yes, the blood."

Norma had gotten her doctorate in medicine, not history, so she could only guess at what "the blood" meant.

"No, I'm not here for the blood." Norma quickly told them, "But I could use some help getting out of these."

Norma lifted her cuffs to her side, but the pair were now looking at each other instead, with grins spreading across their faces.

Norma slowly shuffled backwards through the flowers, heading for the darkness of the back wall as the two advanced her way. the man reached her first. Grabbing her face in his rough hands, he placed his lips against hers. Norma's eyes shot wide, then narrowed as the possibilties began sinking in. She returned his kiss.

Eventually, they realeased each other, and the man urged her to her knees.

"Watch her adornments," he told the woman as she stepped behind Norma to help her down. She swept her hair over her shoulder and placed gentle kisses down Norma's spine. Meanwhile, the man stripped himself out of his guessibly ceremonial garments and knelt before her. The tip of his hardened penis pressed against Norma's belly until he lowered it to slide its top along her vulva. They kissed again.

Now the woman had stripped and put herself against Norma's back. The woman leaned her breasts between Norma's bound arms and pressed them against her back before resuming her kissing. Norma's own breasts were now being kneaded by the man. All of it felt good, but they were moving too fast. Norma broke the kiss.

"What's your name?"

His lips formed something much more multisyllabic than the "Lance" she heard. Likewise, she doubted the soft "Cordelia" behind her. The implant was breaking morphemes again, but what possible conversation could she be having now anyway. But the break was enough for Norma to catch her bearings. She rested herself back into the woman and let the man work.

Cordelia slid her palms along Norma's hips and grasped her hands in her own for a moment before slipping them between Norma's thighs. At Cordelia's touch, Lance lifted Norma up, and then down onto his manhood. Norma moaned all the way down. Grabbing lance around Norma, Cordelia helped keep Norma aloft, and together, she and Lance managed to form a rhythm.

Norma could barely imagine they could do this, but soon lost her imagination to the reality of Lance's penis and her own desire. Lance paused to reposition a better grip. When he continued, Cordelia mocked her own thrusting into Norma's bottom. The press of the pair's bodies outside and the feel of Lance within shot her higher and higher. All too soon, her whole body cried in release and shuddered.

Norma felt herself being lowered as the warmth spread through her. No, she thought, don't let me go. Not yet.

"The Platinum's here!" Cordelia gasped.

Norma tilted her fuzzy head to get a better look at the imposing priest glaring down at the trio.

Fortunately, the nano-machines chose that moment to shift Norma out of her warm embrace and the fragrance of blossoms.