Maxi Pachi (Wattpad)

Escritor, Fotografo, Modelo, Cosplayer y Coleccionista de Libros y Figuras https://www.wattpad.com/user/maxpach07_

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Chapter 4: To the Clandestine

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We shaved. I tried not to look, but it was impossible. Meva's long legs turned bluish when she ran the depil-laser across her skin.

"All done," she said, rinsing off. "Will you check me? Then I'll check you."

"Uh... okay."

Meva raised her arms and spun in place like a dancer.

"You look perfect," I said.

"Great! Now let's do a deeper inspection!" she said, getting on all fours and spreading her buttocks.

This was too much. I had Meva's backside right in front of me. But she wasn't thinking anything sexual—and I was. I felt guilty about that.

"Come closer! Don't be shy. Did I miss any hairs?" she asked.

I crouched, bringing my face close to her ass, staring at her lips, drooling a little, thinking about... well, many things that had nothing to do with hairs.

I started trembling.

"No, not a single one," I whispered, stammering.

"Thanks! Now it's your turn. Turn around, my dear," she said, standing up and winking. "You're blushing and panting! I think the steam's getting to you. Let's get out.""

art by @natuart

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Chapter 4: Aliens and Songs

"I forgot we had ceramics class that day. Never go to ceramics dressed in black—my clothes ended up covered in white dust. At recess, Vanesa started passing the mate around. She had a thermos full of stickers from bands and retro movies, and a mate cup shaped like Cthulhu's head. "I love Lovecraft!" I said, taking a sip and making a weird face when I realized it had no sugar. "He's so mystical. I have a collection of his stories. I'm obsessed with his creatures from other realms and beings that might be sleeping in deep abysses. What if they ever wake up?" said Vane, all excited. "There are theories," added Berto, adjusting his glasses, "that UFOs aren't actually from space but from our own oceans." "That's fake!" laughed Isabella. "How do you know?" Berto snapped. "Bowie says they come from space, from the stars, and no one can contradict Bowie," Isa argued, making Berto even angrier. "Bowie wasn't even a scientist!" he yelled. "But he was an alien. I'm almost sure of it." We all laughed—except Berto."

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"—Yes? Who is it? What do you want? —asked an elderly wizard, tall, skinny, long-nosed, standing at the threshold. His skin was gray, his horns black, his eyes narrow, and his long beard held a few braids. He wore violet. And despite his appearance, his gaze wasn't human. So he really was a demon? I wondered silently. —Are you Wirld Midgard? —I asked, staring at his pointy ears, his many rings, his black nails, his necklaces, and the runes embroidered on his clothes. —What? A question is not answered with another question. You come into my home, tangle my charms, decapitate my poor scarecrow, break my statues, and demand a question without dignifying mine with an answer. What an offense! —he said, pouring himself a mate. —It was an enchantment, wasn't it? A trial to see if I can become your apprentice? —I asked eagerly. —More questions? Apprentice? I don't even know who you are, little girl —he said, taking a sip. In that moment, I felt both excited and scared... —Sorry, Master Midgard... My name is Yum, I was raised by the fairies, sent by the Queen, and advised by Lady Martha. Would you accept me as your apprentice? —No —he said, shutting the door in my face."

art: @natuart

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Chapter 4: Nothing Sweeter Than Desire in Chains

"I turned the knob and entered. I really wasn't ready to see that scene. With every lantern lit, leaving nothing to imagination: Majij and Cerezo, in a totally impossible position —how could anyone be that flexible? And just how big can an elf's mouth be? Majij stared at me, holding Cerezo's head with his one arm. —Sorry, darling, you took too long. Thought you were asleep —said the troll. "Whrwfsh wffnrrttfff?" asked Cerezo in some incomprehensible language, his mouth full. I closed the door and left. I admit, the image fueled my imagination enough to have a nice time alone that night."

art: @natuart

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Margarita y la extraña sensación de no pertenecer, Capítulo 3 (Fragmento):

"El cielo seguía gris, la lluvia era más lenta, pero el clima de Buenos Aires es engañoso. Tenía que volver.

Di un último paseo por las calles empedradas, llenas de gatitos callejeros.

Estaba oscureciendo lentamente Mi reproductor llevaba un rato sonando con Yann Tiersen cuando vi un puentecito casi mágico: también empedrado y con plantitas alrededor.

Lo crucé y me topé, de la mano izquierda, una tiendecita muy iluminada y vieja, con grandes ventanales.

Parecía una librería familiar, aunque tenían libros muy variados y en buen estado. También vendían discos."

art: @natuart

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"

Lugosi, my new kitten, was settling in. Our dog, Tom, had adopted him: he usually licks him clean and carries him in his mouth from the garden back inside when it's mealtime. Now he sleeps on my bed, by my feet—though I love holding him, cuddling him, and playing. Sadly, I'm starting to realize I'm a bit allergic to him.

I'm supposed to meet Isabella downtown tomorrow, so I should be sleeping... But here I am, wearing my Rolling Stones pajamas, finishing creating us in The Sims 4. This is so much fun!

Lugosi is scared. Hiding under my bed. Seems he doesn't like thunder or storms.

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I woke up early to pick my outfit (obviously!). And to bake some honey cookies for the elves. I don't really know if the witch fingers were eaten by elves, pigeons, mice, or stray cats—but there's no harm in leaving food for any of those beings.

While baking, my face and shirt covered in flour, I thought a bit about my life in Acebo: frogs, toads, and dragonflies under the rain; a sky painted in grays and purples, and a strong, dangerous wind. And I remembered something from childhood, wondering how much of it was real and how much was imagination. The truth is, when I was about three, for some reason my parents weren't home, so I went down to the laundry room because I heard noises coming from there...

But when I went down the stairs, I saw little bearded gnomes dressed in silver, taking household objects and climbing on the shelves. When they saw me, they escaped through the window. They had big noses. I don't remember much else. I told my family and neighbors. They all believed me. Everyone says they've seen elves or something at least once—but I don't know. It's all so strange."

ART: @natuart

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Luego de comer, dormimos escuchando el repiqueteo de las gotas contra las piedras. Algunos animalitos correteaban en la hierba, y los pixies brillaban a poca distancia.

A media madrugada, me despertó el piar de un ave herida. Busqué en la oscuridad, iluminándome con mi varita, hasta encontrarla: un pichón tornasolado con un ala herida.

Lo tomé entre mis manos y lo llevé hasta mis mantas.

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En un pequeño cuenco mezclé algunas hierbas de Martha con las mías hasta crear una pasta: se la unté en la lastimadura.

El pequeño comenzó a graznar, despertando a la bruja.

—¿Qué tienes ahí? —preguntó Martha, acercándose.

—Me despertó en la noche. Está herido.

—¡Ah! Es un cuervo de las sombras.

El cuervo me miró con sus tres ojitos, parecía agradecido y asustado. Una de sus negras garras apretó mi dedo con fuerza.

—Estas aves aparecieron durante la Gran Guerra. En el folclore popular son un símbolo de desgracia; una plaga de los demonios. Mira esos tres ojos, esos tres cuernos—agregó Martha, tomando un cuchillo.

—¿Qué vas a hacer? —pregunté asustada, protegiéndolo con mi cuerpo.

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After eating, we fell asleep listening to the patter of raindrops against the stones. Some animals scurried through the grass, and pixies glowed softly nearby.

In the middle of the night, I was awakened by the chirping of an injured bird. I searched through the darkness, lighting the way with my wand, until I found it: a shimmering fledgling with a wounded wing.

I took it in my hands and brought it close to my blankets.

In a small bowl, I mixed some of Martha's herbs with mine until I created a paste. I spread it gently over the wound.

The little one started cawing, waking the witch.

—"What do you have there?" —Martha asked, coming closer.

—"It woke me up in the night. It's hurt."

—"Ah! A shadow raven."

The raven looked at me with its three tiny eyes — frightened yet grateful. One of its black claws clutched my finger tightly.

—"These birds appeared during the Great War. In folklore, they are seen as omens of misfortune — a plague from the demons. Look at those three eyes, those three little horns," Martha said, picking up a knife.

—"What are you going to do?" —I asked, frightened, shielding the bird with my body.

Martha laughed. She took an apple from her bag and cut it into small pieces, mashing it into a pulp.

—"He needs to eat. Poor thing must be starving," she said.

I held the bird while the witch fed him. I had never seen such a creature.

—"These birds are messengers between worlds. They have strong connections to the beyond," Martha said, stroking its tiny head."

art: @natuart

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"You had a beautiful shower, Lana!" said Meva, smiling and handing me one of her floral mates. Fluflú brushed against my legs, and I picked him up. "Did you hear me?" I asked, nervous. "One must appreciate the female orgasm in its sound — in the sonic energy it releases. Beautiful..." "Shouldn't that be something private, or shared only with a partner, a lover?" I asked, feeling my cheeks turn red. "On Venus, we have special dates when we gather to celebrate life, freedom, and love. On the hills, hundreds of women surrender ourselves to our goddess — we masturbate, we have sex; we may invite partners of other genders, though they're few compared to the women. It's like a concert of orgasms... I'd love to take you! I think you'd enjoy it — our voices would join together in the infinite cosmos. Don't you think?" "I... suppose so," I replied, thinking about it — masturbating beside Meva, watching her do it, or seeing her have sex... I liked the idea, but I wouldn't go for the ritual, only to see her. I'd end up being an impostor... I couldn't do that. "By the way, we're buying one of those pleasure cephalopods. I know where they sell them. I already sent the coordinates to XP-69," said Meva, handing me another mate."

Art: @natuart

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"—¿Esta canción era de tu planeta, verdad, Meva? —pregunté, tratando de recordar la letra. No conozco el idioma, pero Meva me la había traducido y explicado varias veces.

—No, es de La Tierra: "El Anillo del Capitán Beto" de Invisible. Es una historia real; hay muchas teorías de cómo Spinetta se enteró de esta historia para contarla en una de sus canciones. Es como el Mayor Tom de Bowie, aunque todos sabemos cómo Bowie conoció esta historia, al hombre de las estrellas y a las horribles arañas de Marte.

—Hay mucha cultura fuera de esta galaxia, como en la tuya...

—En mi sistema solar hay mucho arte, aunque la mayoría proviene de La Tierra—dijo Meva comenzando a bailar."

Fragmento del Capítulo 3 de Entre Lunas y Estrellas!

Art: @natuart

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Entonces escuchamos tambores y un coro de voces. Bien, pensé, si hay gente no hay monstruos. Sin embargo, pude ver el ceño de preocupación de Meva a través de su casco.

—¡Apúrate 69! Nos tenemos que ir rápido—dijo en voz baja.

—¿Qué te preocupa, Meva?

—En estas fechas, en mi galaxia natal, se celebra algo llamado Halloween o Samhain, entre otros cien nombres. Algunas criaturas de está galaxia y alrededores también lo hacen.

>>Festejan las cosechas, la siembra, la llegada del otoño, la apertura del mundo espiritual con el mundo físico. Sin embargo, debido a esta apertura, las sectas, brujos oscuros y religiones antiguas buscan una conexión con demonios y seres ancestrales. Buscan sellar pactos. Hacen sacrificios, desde animales a gente como nosotras. No sé qué tan buena señal sea esta melodía de ceremonia.

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Meva tomó su ametralladora apuntando al pasadizo de dónde provenía el ruido.

art: @natuart

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Salí del baño y me senté en un sillón en el pasillo de arriba. Vi a Berto besarse con dos chicos ahí adentro. Esto no pasaba en Acebo. Al menos, yo nunca me enteré.

—Bonito disfraz, che. Es el mejor de la fiesta.

Me di vuelta y vi a mi lado al ex de Isabella. ¡Noooo! Grité en mis pensamientos: Si Isa me ve interactuando con este sujeto me mata.

Sin dudas era bonito, bueno, tenía estilo... pero un disfraz horrendo: solo un choker que simulaba una decapitación y un maquillaje de sombras de ojos muy exagerado.

—Tenés el peor disfraz de la fiesta—dije, intentando que se alejara.

—Supongo que sí—suspiró, cabizbajo.

—¿Cómo te llamás? —preguntó, levantando la mirada hacía mí.

No sabía si responder o levantarme e irme.

Arte: @natuart

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Martha reía como loca. Y yo entendía. Cada palabra cobraba sentido. La lluvia se intensificó. Y los relámpagos me dejaron ver, en el aire, sobre nosotras, brujas de distintas edades flotaban en sus escobas. Estaban desnudas; solo vestían sus sombreros.

Giraban y reían, intensificando el viento y la tormenta con su magia.

—¡Si quieres bailar y aprender más, únetenos! ¡Has sido invitada! — Martha dejo caer sus prendas al suelo y se alejó volando junto a las demás.

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Titubeé. Me quité mis ropas y las seguí.

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Bailamos alrededor de fogatas, bebimos brebajes que habían sido preparados en calderos y comimos manzanas que chorreaban miel.

Magia. En aquel bosque pude sentir una magia antigua y femenina.

Art: @natuart

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Cuando los demás dormían, me quedé en la fogata, temblando, pensando en Seik y en el mago misterioso. El troll se acercó y se sentó al otro lado del fuego. Estaba vestido solamente con un arnés de cuero y un taparrabos.

—¿No tienes frío? Yo no puedo parar de temblar—dije.

—Mi raza tiene sangre caliente...Sé que los colmillos de un troll provocan temor, pero tenemos una lengua de veinte centímetros; la mía, de veinticinco...

—¡Disculpa! ¡¿Que?! —pregunté indignada.

—Quiero decir: hace mucho frío para dormir solos, elfa—respondió con una voz ronca y calmada.

En cualquier otra instancia me habría enfadado. Pero, estando allí, congelada y pensando en chicos tan bonitos...además, creo que estaba ovulando...Y Majij tiene ese aire de sobrador, arrogante, con un cuerpo esbelto y musculoso, y si la lengua medía veinticinco centímetros... entonces...Mi lujuria vampírica suele dominarme en las noches.

Sin ni siquiera entender lo que hacía, como poseída por mitad vampira, impulsada por el deseo, me acerqué. Me senté encima suyo y comencé a besarlo. ¡Wow! ¡No mentía respecto a lengua! Lo mordí suavemente...

El calor invadía mi cuerpo. Quería quitarme la capa. Lo hizo él con sus garras, al mismo tiempo que desabotonaba mi camisa, casi como si leyera mis pensamientos.

Sus manos tomaron mis muslos cuando escuché una voz familiar...

Art: @natuart

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When everyone else was asleep, I stayed by the fire, shivering, thinking about Seik and the mysterious mage. The troll sat on the other side of the fire, wearing only a leather harness and a loincloth.

"Aren't you cold? I can't stop shaking," I said. "My kind runs hot. Our fangs may frighten, but our tongues are twenty centimeters long—mine's twenty-five."

"Excuse me! What?!" I asked indignantly.

And it's too cold to sleep alone, elf," he answered in a calm, gravelly voice.

Normally, I would have been angry. But sitting there, freezing, thinking about beautiful boys... and honestly, I think I was ovulating... Besides, Majij had that smug, arrogant air, that lean, muscular body, and if his tongue was really twenty-five centimeters... well... My vampiric lust tends to take over at night.

art: @natuart

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She stayed staring at me. Her gaze stopped on the glass that had just slid from inside me... I blushed even more, if that was possible. Meva took a step, when everything moved. Literally! Things fell from some shelves, the lights flickered, Fluflú screamed and jumped; and Meva fell on top of me. I felt her breasts on me. Her wet, completely naked body touching mine. Her thigh slid along my leg, totally wet and sticky from my own flow. I felt I was going to climax again. My little antennas bristled and sparked. Her lips brushed my cheek; and as she tried to get up, with the ship still moving, both of us trying to stay upright, I think we shared a lot of physical contact. Without meaning to! It was an accident! I understand. Still, I noticed a certain blush on her face.

—We collided! The ship was on autopilot—she said, trying to steady herself.

—Something must have crossed its path! —I stammered.

—An asteroid! —She shouted, running naked to the control room.

I adjusted my panties. I grabbed Fluflú and followed her. What I like most about seeing her naked is contemplating her iridescent tattoos.

aRT: @natuart

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I left the bathroom and sat on a couch in the hallway upstairs. I saw Berto making out with two guys in there. This didn't happen in Acebo. At least, I never found out about it.

"Nice costume, by the way. It's the best one here." I turned around and saw Isabella's ex next to me. Nooo, I screamed inside my head. If Isa sees me talking to this guy, she'll kill me. He was handsome —well, stylish, at least— but his costume was awful: just a choker that looked like a slit throat and overdone eye makeup. "You've got the worst costume here," I said, hoping he'd go away. "I guess I do," he sighed, looking down. "What's your name?" he asked, looking up at me.

ART: @natuart