"Sir!" He smiled warmly at the newly assigned manager of his store.
"Yes, Myra. What's wrong? You appear a bit agitated." She sighed.
"Agitated is too tame a word, sir! I understood that your tastes would be considered eccentric in civilized circles, but..." He cut her off.
"Civilized circles?" He laughed lightly. "Are you talking about the ones who nearly brought this world to ruin with their greed?" It was well known about how industrial development far outstripped the planets ability to repair itself, but those greedy for profit continued to pollute without regard for their home. The word 'industrialist' became an insult in their modern world. "Forget what you think you know about civilization, and society, and embrace what is right in front of your eyes." She frowned.
"My eyes? What should I see other then a sea of flesh?" Her tone conveyed her feelings of disgust, but he didn't let it bother him. Things had changed with the discovery of real power. He turned slightly away and gestured with his chin.
"See that woman over there?" She followed his gaze.
"The one who's wearing a black see-thru dress?" He nodded. "What about her, other then she's showing so much flesh, she might as well be naked!" He chuckled at the blunt way she put it.
"Can you see her swaying and moving to music?" Her frown deepened, but she felt there was something significant in the way she moved.
"But...what music? I can't hear anything!"
"Its there, if you listen." She growled impatiently. His manner had started to grate on her, but she didn't know why. Myra was normally quite a patient woman.
"I can't hear anything!" For the first time since she was introduced to the eccentric owner of the shop, she heard him raise his voice.
"Then shut your mouth, and open your ears!" It was his turn to sigh. "Close your eyes. That's it. Now listen. Can you hear the drum beat? Hear how deep is it, how it reverberates through the air, and touches you as though it were a physical thing?" Her frown disappeared.
"I hear it." She said in wonder. "Its there, just a faint pulse of a heartbeat."
"Yes, that's it. Now follow it closely. Listen, hear, and feel it." Her face relaxed, and her breathing became ragged.
"Its so strong! How did I miss something this powerful?" Now she knew what the woman moved to. It was this primal drum beat, hidden in the background, yet so obvious now that she could hear it.
"Almost everyone fails to hear it. Its always been there, in the background, growing, waiting, and ready to fill the right people with its power." Her body began to sway to the beat few could hear, unless they came to this store. For those that could use it, it was a wellspring of power on a vast desert plain of barren wasteland.
"What is it?"
"Primal magic. Dark, deep, and savage. The base of all emotions, whether light or dark, but only a few can wield it. Watch her now that you can feel the beat. The time is upon her, and upon us." She opened her eyes and stared in wonder at the woman who now walked with purpose.
"What time?" She danced around the room until a tall male peeled himself out of the crowd of onlookers outside the shop. He was pulled inside, pulled by her power, and now they circled each other like wild animals on the prowl.
"Time for the release of her savage and primitive soul, freed from the bounds of civilization, and polite society." Myra watched in growing fascination as the couple danced around each other, sweat beaded on their exposed skin, and each growled towards the other.
"Now its time for him to play his role in her release." Myra wanted to ask what his role was, but she didn't need to. She could feel it deep within herself what his role was. He was to quicken her, make her heart beat faster, and release the violent desires she's always kept buried.
He laid on the floor while the woman danced around him. She stepped on his thigh, and heard him groan. A smile lit her face, and she did it again. Myra watched as she sat down and straddled his hips. She smiled, raised her hand high, and struck his cheek. The sound of the slap filled the room, and made Myra flinch. Joy lit the woman's face and she did it again. And again. And again. she bunched up her fist, and struck his chin with a closed fist. Then the other cheek. Four times for each cheek, but he stayed still. His lips and nose were bleeding, and it only served to inflame her senses even more.
She cried out in a high pitched battle cry, ripped his shirt from his chest, and dragged her nails from his shoulders down to his belt line. She licked at his chest, and the blood that seeped from his wounded skin. Then she bit him hard, growling deep in her throat, like an animal protecting a kill.
With each new act of violence, Myra could feel her own deeply buried sexual desires spring to life, and spill out with violent need. The beat of the drum quickened, the air felt heavy with tension, and dark energy.
"Now its time for her release." The owner walked forward slowly, each step deliberate, and held out his hand. His palm faced up, then his fingers hooked upward, pointed to a single spot a few inches off his palm, and began to shake.
The woman began to howl low in her throat, and slowly looked towards the ceiling. A deep blue light started to gather in her throat and pulsed upwards out of her mouth a few feet. Then she cut loose with her howl.
The master of the store smiled. The energy arced upwards and splashed down into the focal point between his fingers.
"Ahh....delicious. Pure primal magic. Buried desires that swallowed her up were released in the beat of her heart." When her howl was spent, the font of power stopped its flow, and he reluctantly withdrew his hand. When he turned back towards Myra, he saw something else, and smiled. He walked back towards her.
"Its time, Myra. Your release is upon you." She looked up at him, confused, and uncertain.
"I'm not sure I could do that to someone." The master smiled.
"There are other ways to release that deeply buried savage soul of yours." The dancer got slowly to her feet, and danced slowly towards Myra, circled her slowly, and put her nose at the base of her neck to inhale her scent. Myra let out a chirp.
"Repressed emotions and longings can be quite a bit more powerful then simple violence. And much more delicious. This is going to be a feast of primal magic."
He smiled in anticipation as the two ladies danced into the middle of the floor. Myra responded to her caresses with the submissive whines of a cornered and hungry wolf, and danced to the beat of this primal drum.
The savage heartbeat of a wild wolf in the middle of a heat. Her own savage and primitive soul.
