So here they were. On the road again, after he and Tulio had finally managed to climb back on the horse. The Road to Gods Know Where. Heh. Well some of the gods anyway, thought Miguel.

Not this one though, he had no clue and neither did Tulio. The only thing Chel knew was that there were other cities of her people somewhere, but that was about it. They were probably somewhere down the road they were travelling on because why else would you hack a path through unforgiving jungle if not to lead somewhere?

It was at least a bit easier this time, what with Chel being able to identify edible plants and/or things that could kill you. Sometimes the only difference between those was cooking them for a few minutes. She'd showed him how, having soon figured out that Tulio was practically useless as a cook. Miguel on the other hand had always loved cooking. There was something very primal about feeding people. Nothing was quite like the feeling when your loved ones appreciate your food.

He mused about whether or not Chel counted as a loved one now. Supposedly she did because she was important to Tulio and oddly enough, to him as well. There had been ladies before, many times in fact, but in the end it had always been Tulio and Miguel, Miguel and Tulio. Tulio's crushes never lasted and as for him, nothing had ever came close to what he felt about Tulio. He had a feeling that things might turn out differently this time but he found himself not minding that at all.

Because while there were still a number of unresolved matters, namely 'Forget Miguel' and the fact that he really would have liked to stay in El Dorado, for now the forgotten found it had all worked out fine, one way or another. If it came to him they could go on happily riding Altivo like this forever, with Chel having the reins and Tulio holding onto her for dear life and he at the back, holding onto Tulio, just in case. A Tulio who didn't quite agree with Miguel's assessment of the situation and who kept whining about the lost gold for days but Miguel was used to his rants and so he tuned him out and hummed quietly to himself. Chel on the other hand was not used to it so she told him shut up, which to Miguel's complete and utter amazement he did.

Chel was really one of a kind. And as they both were about to find out, she was also the kind who would solve the unspoken issue of 'Chel is off limits only not really because Tulio gets to do her but not Miguel' in her own way.

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They made camp for the night. Miguel made a fire and cooked a batch of those pesky piranhas and afterwards they all laid down for the night – except Altivo of course, seeing as horses slept standing up – with Chel and Tulio on one side of the fire and Miguel and the armadillo on the other.

It wasn't very long after falling asleep that Miguel was awakened again by someone insistently tapping his shoulder. In his sleepy haze he thought for a moment it was Tulio but not only could he see him on the other side of the fire, he could hear him snore as well. So it must be Chel. Who, assured that he was awake now, put her hands on his chest, pushed him on his back and climbed atop him. Miguel gently caught her wrists.

„What are you doing?" he whispered.

It was a somewhat rhetorical question, he knew exactly what she was doing but felt he had to ask regardless. She leaned forward over his shoulder so that the side of her face was almost touching his.

„You know exactly what I'm doing, Miguel. Don't tell me you don't like it.", she whispered back, the hot breath on his ear making him shiver. Very distracting.

Chel lifted her head again and looked at him amusedly.

„I've heard you talk, you know. 'What would the little voice be saying about Chel'?" she quoted, barely suppressing a giggle when she saw Miguel's face. The red light of the dying campfire concealed his blush but they both knew it was there.

„What about Tulio?", he asked casually but his hands had already started wandering up her legs seemingly of their own accord. Her very nice legs ending in even nicer hips. They made it difficult to concentrate.

Tulio'd be furious and then sulky and then he'd forgive him. He always forgave him.

„He was too tired tonight. But a girl has needs, you know", Chel said with a mischievous expression and wriggled her hips in a way that made Miguel's cock harden and twitch in anticipation.

Besides it was her decision in any case, not Tulio's wasn't it? Obviously he wouldn't have made a move on her seeing as they were so together-y now but if Chel came to him, he certainly wasn't going to complain. Nice breasts, too. Somehow his hands had ended up fondling them.

„You know that's not what I meauuh..never mind", he ended when Chel started kissing his neck. At this point he gave up the last bit of his feeble pretence of resistance. The protocol had been more than satisfied in his opinion. Time to satisfy everything else.

„Okay", he said in a hushed tone. „But not here. We'll wake Tulio."

„Oh, I can be very quiet when I have to be", she said coyly and ran a finger along the neckline of his shirt. Miguel mulled this over in his head for a moment.

„Well. I can't.", he said. That wasn't entirely true. He didn't want to.

„Alright", said Chel chuckling and got up. „Come on, then!", she pulled him up and after her as she went deeper into the forest with swaying hips.

Or at least Miguel imagined her hips were swaying because turning away from the fire it was pitch black and he couldn't see a thing. How Chel found her way was beyond him. Another mystery was how she managed not to constantly stub her toes. He hissed a curse when his foot collided with another root. He'd left his shoes at the fireplace.

Fortunately there was no need to go too far – after all the jungle was everything but quiet at night. Whatever sounds they made would by now surely be lost among all the rustling, tweeting, chirping and croaking coming at them from all directions.

He had thought they had been vaguely going in the direction of another one of the enormous trees and that turned out to have indeed been Chel's plan. There was less foliage between the massive roots and even a bit of moonlight shining through the canopy.

He perked up at this. With his eyes adjusted to the dark by now and the silver light of the moon he could see well enough again and he liked what he saw.

Spotting a comfy looking spot a few steps away it was now Miguel who lead Chel. When they reached the place he'd picked out he smirked over his shoulder and – using the fact that they were still hand-holding to his advantage – turned around and pulled her in for a kiss in the same movement.

They soon had their arms wrapped around each other; with Chel burying one hand in his hair, the other slipping under his shirt and his own hands caressing her hips and butt. Miguel was a sucker for curvy women and Chel was no exception to this.

He pulled loose for a moment to take off his shirt and tossed it to the ground to double as a blanket. Experience had thought him that this also had the advantage of finding it again afterwards.

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Chel couldn't help but admire the fluency of Miguel's movements. How natural and at ease he seemed when he laid down and propped himself up on his left elbow; one leg stretched out, the other staying set up. He leaned back to look at her with his head cocked to the side and a lewd smile on his face. An invitation if there ever was one.

Returning a lascivious look of her own she took off her top and sank to the ground next to him. They kissed languidly, each lying on one arm and cupping the other's face in their free hand. Chel's naked breasts were just barely touching his chest. Miguel broke the kiss for a mere second to lick the thumb on one of his hands, then cupped a breast with it and circled the nipple with the wet thumb in a way that made a shiver run down her spine and her pussy swell with arousal. His other hand lazily stroked her head, wrapping strands of it around his fingers. Chel sighed and likewise ran her hands through the soft yellow hair that looked so exotic to her. Like a bird of paradise. Humming contently Miguel ran his hand along her side, closing around her behind and massaging it, stroking just where it met her thighs. The proximity of his hand to her cunt made her moisten in anticipation but he didn't go there yet.

Chel hooked a leg over his side and pulled them closer, groaning when she felt his hot, hard cock against her cunt. Miguel answered with a groan of his own and rubbed himself against her, giving her little moments of bliss with each thrust against her clitoris. He moved his hand to swiftly untie the cloth she was wearing. Or at least he tried to.

She chuckled at his confusion and moved his hands to the right knot. Miguel continued his quest with a slightly embarrassed look on his face but it was quickly replaced by lust when he finally had her completely naked. She took his hand and placed it between her legs. Miguel purred, as much as from her taking charge as from the wetness beneath his fingers.

Still kissing her he first slipped one, then two fingers into her and with a little guidance from Chel was soon stimulating that particular spot on the inside that made her sigh. She groped at Miguel's pants and started to unlace them, his breathing quicken as she did so. He inhaled sharply, breaking their kiss and his eyes flew shut when Chel wrapped her hand around his hard cock. He was slightly bigger than Tulio. She ran a thumb over the tip and moved the foreskin up and down slowly. He made a whimpering sound and pushed into her hand, involuntarily stopping the movement of his own inside her for a few heartbeats.

Chel bit his neck gently, tugged his dripping fingers out of her and gave him a little nudge. Miguel rolled over obediently, his blond hair spreading around him like a halo and she climbed on top of him. Miguel's caressed her breasts, playing with the nipples, twisting them between his fingers until she moaned. Chel leaned down to kiss him again, spread herself open with two fingers and took him in. Miguel sighed contently and with his hands on her lower back they settled into a nice, slow rhythm.

„Sorry.", said Miguel, his embarrassment clearly visible. „I'm afraid I don't have as much stamina as Tulio in this regard." His fingers moved in random figures on her hips.

„Aw, it's okay Miguel. Don't worry about it.", said Chel and slipped off of him, not quite able to hide the slight note of disappointment in her voice.

„You think you could-", she began but she had barely even started her question when Miguel had somehow already moved his body downwards in a swift motion so his head was now directly where his cock had been a second before.

„Hmm?", he waggled his eyebrows at her questioningly. The look on his face was adorable.

Chel chuckled and said „Yes please." And then, shortly after, her eyes growing large: „Oh. Oh!" She was suddenly very glad that they had moved away from Tulio because there was no way she would be able to keep quiet.

For someone who had never been with her this way before Miguel was working her pussy like a goddamn pro. Actually strike that, she had never had anyone this good before, prior knowledge or not.

He started slow, lazily stroking her outer labia a few times with just the tip of his tongue; a connoisseur getting a taste. Picking up the pace when he could feel her getting impatient he moved inwards and licked her with much broader, quicker strokes, circling her clitoris and sucking it lightly to the sound of her panting and moaning. Taking his cues from her twitching he increased both pressure and speed and tickled her clitoris directly, expertly stopping just before it became too much and moved lower again. Chel groaned loudly and grabbed Miguel's hair reflexively when he pushed his tongue inside her, twisting and turning it every which way. His fingers dug into her thighs as he held her steady and fucked her with his tongue, going in and out with quick jabs. Chel moved in rhythm with him, pushing herself down whenever he went in, hands pulling on his hair. She suddenly realized with how much force she was actually tugging it but he didn't seem to mind. Perhaps he was used to it. She didn't get to ponder this further because Miguel's strong hands suddenly stopped her dead in her tracks and instead of continuing to fuck her with his tongue he trailed it around her vagina tantalizingly, using only the tip. When she gasped and jerked her hips uncontrollably he played with her clitoris agin, increasing the pressure until Chel thought she'd burst with arousal. Circling, licking, sucking lightly, teasing her mercilessly. He nearly made her come then but purposely moved his tongue away a moment before.. Chel whimpered in desperation when his tongue dove into her again, caressing her on the inside with an excrutiating slowness.

„Migueeeeel! You fucking bastard I swear if you don't-", she cursed, digging into his hair again.

She felt his smug grin more than she saw it before he lapped her cunt from top to bottom in one broad stroke, gave her clitoris a single swift, glorious flick and made her come with a scream.

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Several orgasms later Chel laid sprawled on the ground, her cunt still twitching and throbbing and her chest heaving with every pant and gulp for air.

Miguel laid next to her with his head resting in one hand and the other one running through her luscious black her.

„I hope that made up for before", he said and somehow managed to look cocky and cute.