Lover of the Apprentice
Chapter 1:
The city of El Dorado was said to be the Lost City of Gold. Legend or no, it definitely caught the attention of Spain's most noteworthy men, especially Cortes. A ruthless destroyer and commander, he was at the cusp of such an exploit. And even so, many men dreamed of seeing this legendary city for themselves. If only they knew what the city itself was truly like…
It was more than just a city of gold. It was a community. The people were happy, with plenty to eat, to nurture. And they had each other to lean on. But under all that, an air of fear reigned over this otherwise peaceful city. And it all stemmed from Tzekel-Kan.
The High Priest believed himself as speaker of the Gods, exercising fear and damnation to all the people he believed upset the gods. Without their presence to verify it, he was free to carry out his sentence as he pleased. The chief, Tannabok, was no fan of these messages at all. And neither was Chel.
Chel was a young and beautiful indigenous woman of Colombian origin. She had brown skin, brown eyes, full coral pink lips and long, straight thigh-length black hair with flat bangs and sideburns that go partially down her ears. She also had a non-prominent nose, and her most distinctive feature was her well-pronounced hourglass figure - having rather voluptuous hips and thick thighs, and with a beautiful set of Double-D boobs to boot.
Her attire consisted of an off-white tube top with a thin red stripe below the thick pink stripe, along with a matching off-white loincloth reaching down to her shins and turquoise bracelets on both her wrists. She also donned a set of large diamond-shaped earrings the same color as her bracelets - though at times, she replaced them with golden earrings with small turquoise diamond shapes on the center. She was also often barefoot. But beautiful as she was, she wasn't as dense as to believe Tzekel-Kan's words at face value.
She knew a scam when she saw one, and under all the fine-written manuscripts, this was the worst one of all. The gold she had was forced to be given up to the temple to the realm of Xibalba. But Chel wasn't going to give it up; she had to take back what was hers. She had her own plans with it, having long since dreamt of seeing the world beyond El Dorado.
But it wasn't long before the guards got wise and chased after her. She was forced to leave the city with it to escape her fate. That was the day she met three people that would forever alter El Dorado's way of life: Miguel and Tulio, two gods foretold to come back and deliver judgment, and their hand-chosen disciple, one who would herald their message, Mateo.
Miguel had an average height, broad shouldered with shoulder-length blonde hair with dark brown roots and emerald green eyes below slightly thick brown eyebrows. He had a muscular and fairly-toned body, along with a beard cut that was darker than his blond hair. His outfit consisted of his iconic red loose tunic, light brown khaki pants, a brown belt, and brown slip-on shoes.
Tulio was a tall and slender man with blue eyes. He had long, wavy black hair with sideburns, tied back with a purple ribbon in a low ponytail, and a goatee in a light stubble. He wore a blue collared long-sleeved shirt with rolled up sleeves under a brown vest, green pants with a black belt, and brown loafers. And then, there was Mateo.
He had dark brown hair styled to a side part with hazel-colored eyes. He wore a dark green tunic with gray pants and black loafers. And he was actually the first one she'd seen out of the three when she'd tried to escape. She hadn't thought back then that any of them were gods, but Mateo was… different to her. When the guards cornered them, Chel and Tulio went back and forth trading the "stolen" tribute like they were playing ball. But Mateo caught the tribute and followed the mural to the letter, presenting its luster to "the gods". He presented it to Miguel and Tulio and insisted they play along with the script.
Fortunately, the ruse worked, and all four of them were taken back to the city. He'd done his homework on El Dorado prior to the whole misadventure, but even then, there was so little he truly knew about the place itself. He saw Miguel as the brawn, and Tulio the brains, whereas he viewed himself as the heart of the trio. Both brains and brawn needed to work with a strong heart to keep pumping the blood to them. And if they were going to pull it off, they needed to work together. That wasn't especially easy to do with Tzekel-Kan expecting a lot from them, especially with Chel.
"Aha! I see you've captured this temple-robbing thief." Tzekel-Kan sinisterly proclaimed. He grabbed her hand and pulled her from behind the horse. Mateo scowled with a glare to Tzekel-Kan. "How would you have us punish her?"
"Don't you dare!" Mateo cried, raising alarm to the people, especially Miguel and Tulio. "You are misinformed. She's no thief. She did no such thing." Chel was puzzled by how quick he was to defend her. Tzekel-Kan didn't like it one bit. "I was asking the Gods," he said with a heartless glance.
"And I am their chosen emissary." Mateo boldly stated. "In fact, I was the one who sent her the vision, gifted to me by the Gods you see before you. She was to present me with her tribute that I may show its luster to the gods, so they would deem fit to return in the first place. Didn't I?" Mateo glanced at Chel, who caught on to the raise of his eyebrow. She got the message and played along.
"Y-Yes, he has." Chel agreed. "My only wish is to serve the gods."
Miguel and Tulio followed suit from the duo, and Tulio spoke to the High Priest.
"Release her, don't ya think?" Tulio commanded him. He immediately let go of Chel as Mateo went near her to check on her.
"Then you will begin by returning this to its rightful place." Tzekel-Kan condescendingly commanded Chel, putting the gold back in her hands and pushed her along as Nateo scowled even worse to him. He walked with her up to the temple and went along with her.
"Are you okay?" He asked her quietly enough to a degree that they wouldn't hear him. Chel looked at him with a perplexed glance.
"Why would you lie to them for me?" She asked with confusion. Mateo was caught off-guard that she caught on to their act.
"W-Was I that obvious?" He asked cautiously.
"Please. It's not your fault. I know a scam when I see one." She said with a smirk, only for confusion to return. "But you still didn't answer me."
"Let's just say I've seen enough people being treated like slaves in any place of the world and leave it at that. It's too long to explain otherwise." Mateo answered with a heavy look on him. Chel felt the conversation get awkward in no time flat. But she couldn't let it end like that. She had a soft smile and said, "Thank you." Mateo softly grinned, knowing his words were worth it. Truth was, he didn't have any easier a life than she did.
When he was a young boy, his family was hunted down by Conquistadors, conquerors. They were on the run for performing miracles that "weren't theirs to have". He was the only one who survived. And ever since, he hated them with a vengeance. When he, Miguel, and Tulio were captured, he didn't hesitate to curse his mouth off to Cortes. At least, it would've been something on his bucket list to be completed. But he didn't feel like Chel needed to know that.
When they reached the top of the temple, Mateo couldn't believe his eyes. He was simply in awe of its design. Columns aside, it had a place for him to rest, a place for him to eat, and, out of all things, a swimming pool to top it off! None of which he ever had back in Spain. If it came to that or El Dorado, he was trading up.
"I could let Tzekel-Kan show you, but this is where you and the 'gods' will reside." Chel said with a smile. "I hope you enjoy it." She began to walk away, and the moment she did, Mateo felt his heart sink. "Y-You're leaving?" He asked, sounding sad to see her go.
"I wish I could, but it shouldn't be touched by mortal skin." Chel explained. That sounded a lot more awkward hearing that, considering both of them were mortals. "Ooh… probably best not to tell him." Mateo suggested. But she did have an idea to put him at ease.
"On the other hand, though… you did speak in my favor." Chel said with a deceptive grin, swaying her hips close to him. "As an 'emissary of the gods', you do have permission to wed one mortal woman by your side~" Mateo couldn't believe what he was hearing. Was she offering to be his bride?! His whole face turned redder than sunset just thinking about it. And yet, his heart beated like a jackrabbit's just imagining this perfect bombshell of a woman by his side. He was even smiling widely. "So, what'll it be~?" She asked.
"YES!" Was his resounding answer. And it came out so vocally it echoed to the entire city! Mateo clasped his hands over his mouth. "Was that out loud?" He asked, only to plop them back in his mouth, making her giggle.
"Looks like I have my answer." Chel said with a seductress' smile. She leaned close to him, making him blush, but he didn't try to deny it. On the whole, he was glad she brought it up to him.
A moment later, the "gods", their horse Altivo, Tannabok, and Tzekel-Kan both arrive at the temple to see Mateo and Chel waiting for them. They both took a knee and bowed in respect.
"My lords." They both spoke in unison. Miguel and Tulio were obviously eating up the attention inside, but they had to play their roles. So they were met with reverent nods. It wasn't long before the High Priest and the Chief spoke to them.
"To commemorate your arrival, I propose a reverent ceremony at dawn." Tzekel-Kan suggested.
"Then perhaps, I could prepare a glorious feast for you tonight." Tannabok offered, much to the High Priest's disapproval. "Which would you prefer?"
Tulio and Miguel both looked at each other and came to an agreement.
"Both?" Miguel said.
"Both." Tulio agreed.
"Both." They said in unison.
"Both is good." Miguel answered them. Tannabok and Tzekel-Kan said their, "My Lords," and took their leave, closing the drapes. With the four of them alone, Miguel and Tulio glance at Chel and Mateo.
"So, young emissary, will you kindly escort this young one from these grounds?" Tulio asked him. But with what she knew, it wasn't like they could leave her out of it.
"About that, your eminences… we're caught." Mateo said with a sigh, dropping the act. Miguel and Tulio became utterly shocked at this. Naturally, Tulio assumed the worst.
"What?! It's been one minute, and you already spilled the beans?! What do you mean we're caught?! What did you tell her, Mateo?!" Tulio asked with shock.
"Nothing she didn't already know!" He countered.
"How did she know?!" Tulio asked for clarity. Seeing the tension in the room, Chel tried to diffuse it before it got worse.
"Oh, no, don't worry about me, boys." Chel said with assurance. "'My only wish is to serve the gods.' Remember?"
That part got Mateo interested. He read in-between the lines of what she was saying. "Wait… how can you?" He asked.
"Yeah, how?" Tulio interjected. Chel returned her tribute and went to the "gods".
"Well, if you guys want the gold, then you don't want to get caught, right?" Chel asked. "You're going to need my help." Mateo was quick to accept it in a heartbeat, but Miguel and Tulio had their suspicions.
"What makes you think we need your help?" Miguel questioned. Chel crossed her arms and smirked.
"Are you serious?" She asked with a smug look, followed by a neigh of laughter from Altivo.
"You have to hand it to her. She does have a point." Mateo said. Though he read up on the legend, he knew next to nothing about their customs. And he did not want to mess it up. Miguel and Tulio had no choice.
"Okay, so, who are you?" Miguel questioned.
"Yeah, what's your angle?" Tulio asked next.
"No angle. I want in." She said.
"In?" Mateo asked.
"On the scam." Chel said.
"Oh… wait, for what?" He asked.
"So I can get out." Chel said with a small laugh, as if she found it funny he didn't think of it as common sense.
"Get out?" Mateo asked, confused for her whole reason.
"I thought she just said she wanted in." Miguel said.
"She wants in so she can get out." Tulio explained.
"But why?" Mateo inquired. "I mean, if it has anything to do with that High Priest, I don't think I'd blame you, but—"
"Oh, nothing like that!" Chel insisted, a little nervous about the place Mateo was headed to have that thought. "But you've got your reasons, and I got mine. Let's not make it personal, okay? It's just business." That made it a little easier for Miguel and Tulio, but Mateo sounded disappointed. Chel noticed that look and went to them.
"So when you guys are ready to go back to wherever you came from, I'm going with you." Chel said, mainly to Mateo. "Really?" He asked with his heart lifted up. Tulio caught on to it quickly and scolded him.
"No, no, no, no! Don't think so." Tulio warned, moving Mateo away from her. He didn't think it was a wise choice.
"Tulio, she knows more about this place than we do." He spoke with urgency. "Their culture, their tradition—!"
"She's also risky." Tulio interrupted with a stern look. "We don't take risks."
"You mean you don't." Mateo countered with a glare.
"Ohh, he's got you there." Miguel winced at his comeback. Tired of the pointless arguing, Chel spoke to them.
"He's right." She said, going to Tulio. "But fine. After all, I'm sure you know the proper rituals for blessing tribute, the holiest days on the calendar, oh, and of course you know all about Xibalba." She gave him a slight pinch of his cheek with a chuckle. "I mean, I could help, but if that's what you want… good luck. See you on the execution."
Miguel held onto his neck, imagining his head getting chopped off for the lie. And Tulio didn't want that any more than he did. He rushed over to Chel, blurting his mouth off in his attempt to call out to her. When he got to her, he was able to articulate. "Wait. Hold it." He said. "Mateo does have a point. It wouldn't be wise if we didn't consider your help."
Chel chuckled at his reason and held her hand out to him.
"Deal?" Tulio considered it for a moment, but Miguel and Mateo were quick to hold their hands out. "Deal."
But Tulio got both their hands away from her.
"Not yet." He said, making Mateo grumble. "Let's just see how this works out." Tulio tried to pinch her cheek, but she moved her face away a few inches from him.
"Uh-huh. Well, then I suppose that means you'll want these back?" Chel held a pair of loaded dice in her hand. Miguel, Tulio, and Mateo, especially Tulio, were flabbergasted. These dice were the one thing Tulio trusted more than even his comrades. And for that reason, he never let them out of his sight… until now, that is. He took the dice back as he expressed his alarm.
"How'd you get those?" Tulio asked.
"Where was she keeping them?" Miguel asked, puzzled by the mystery. As for Mateo, he saw no reason not to include her after several points were made.
"Well, that's good enough for me." Mateo said, holding his hand out to her. "I'm Mateo. Though, you probably already knew that…" Chel smiled warmly at the young man.
"Call me Chel, your new partner." Chel said eagerly as she eagerly went to get the attire for the Gods to wear as Tulio tried to correct her.
"Uh, that's partner-in-training." Tulio tried to make it clear, only to get a garment tossed on top of him and Miguel.
"Now, put these on. Your public's waiting." Chel said, propping up a crown on Tulio before toddling off and taking Mateo by the hand. The young man was thrown for a loop.
"What, I'm not supposed to get dressed, too?" He asked.
"Well, it is the celebration of the Gods." Chel explained. "Besides, I have a lot of fun planned for you afterwards, partner~" Mateo blinked his eyes when she planted a kiss on his cheek and giggled. She dragged him out to the square where everyone waited in anticipation for their gods. And that was how Chel became their partner.
The next morning, Tzekel-Kan's sadistic idea of a tribute was on display, only for Miguel, Tulio, and Mateo to put a stop to it, the 2nd of the trio telling him the stars were not aligned to begin with. Then, Tannabok's idea came in, and it almost backfired on them when they decided to throw the gold to Xibalba. Chel and Mateo managed to convince Tannabok to stop the tribute before it could all be done away with, but the problem remained: how were they to get the Gold to Spain. It dawned on Mateo. They needed a boat. The "Gods" took it up with Tannabok, and though he was hesitant, he offered three days at best. Needless to say, that didn't suit Tulio at all.
He felt as though they were pushing their luck staying as long as they had to. To that end, he suggested that they all had to stay for three days until they had to leave to make sure nothing went wrong with their scam. Miguel and Mateo reluctantly agreed, especially Mateo. As much as he wanted to leave with Chel, he didn't feel good about staying behind. For the time being, though, they had to lie low and stay within the temple walls. All Miguel could do is gaze at the majesty of the city while Tulio gloated over his gold. And Mateo… he sympathized more with Miguel than Tulio to be certain. But there were also other things on his mind. He stared at one golden helm, noting the small droplet of dried blood that was on it. With how fanatical Tzekel-Kan was, it was pretty safe to say that he had to kill someone to give this "tribute" to the "Gods". How different were they compared to the Conquistadors?
Mateo knew the Conquistadors' goal too well. They wanted all the gold they could get, even if they had to kill everyone in their way to get it. In opposition, they were no murderers, but that didn't make them saints. In fact, he believed they were worse than Cortes. He angrily threw the gold helmet at a column behind him, making Tulio stagger in alarm.
"Hey, hey, hey!" Tulio urged. "Easy. Easy with the gold…!" Tulio looked like he was trying hard not to be too angry with him. "We're taking these with us."
"Yeah… I know…" Mateo said with a distant tone. Chel knew right away he was upset. But what about the gold made him that way? Miguel didn't know what to do either. He felt awful for Mateo, but if past experience taught him anything, there was no getting through to him when he wouldn't talk, not unless he wanted him angry. But Chel was persistent; she had to get Mateo alone if she needed to find out.
She managed to get Miguel away easily enough. She told him she'd cover for him during his exploring. But Tulio was tricky. With so much gold in the temple, he'd never leave it. The only other thing to get him away was if he went after Miguel, and he'd drag him back here quickly. But as it turned out, he didn't gloat at the gold long enough. He told Tulio that he went looking for Altivo. As expected he freaked out, but Mateo had an idea. He elected that he and Chel would stay at the temple in the case that Miguel should come back while Tulio looked for him and Altivo.
Tulio didn't like this, but for the sake of his plan, he had to go after him. So, Tulio went down from the temple and began his search while Chel and Mateo were by themselves. Just what she was hoping for.
"So, looks like we're alone~" Chel smiled. Mateo saw how lustful a smile she made, and while he didn't deny that he adored it, he knew something was up.
"Wait… What is this about?" Mateo asked as Chel leaned close to him with a seductive smile.
"Just wanted to have some time alone with you." Chel answered, tracing her fingers up on his chest and to his chin. "So, I know what Miguel and Tulio get out of it. But what's in it for you, exactly?"
"For me?" Mateo reiterated, to which Chel nodded. He paused in thought, only to recall what she told them before. "What happened to it being just 'business'?" Chel walked away from him to pick up the tribute he threw at the column, and was consequently dropped by Tulio when Miguel ran off.
"Well, you did throw a piece of our share at a column," she reminded him, picking up the tribute. For all of Tulio's spit-cleaning, it wouldn't come off. Chel felt really worried when she saw this. "So if something's your problem, it's my problem now. So, what is it?" Mateo had to give her credit: she was stubborn to a fault. Almost reminded him of Tulio. Still, he sighed, fed up with everything he had to go through to get here.
"Well, actually, I wonder about that myself." he admitted dejectedly. On the one hand, we get to have more gold than we ever dreamed... and on the other, we get death. I get that we have to lie low, but it's no different than how it was back in Spain. And I'm just... I'm tired of it, to be frank."
"Tired of being the gods' chosen?" Chel teased playfully, brushing her fingers up on his head. "I would've thought you'd like this life." Then, she proceeded to massage him gently.
"Ooohhh... That's it right there…" Mateo moaned softly. But before Chel could go deeper, Mateo cleared his throat, making her stop the massage before she listened to the rest.
"I mean, I'm tired of having to be someone I'm not." Mateo explained, walking to the bed and sat down, his legs dangling from it. "I mean, once we have all the gold, what then? It's not gonna change things. Sticking to the plan won't change anything. Staying put won't change anything. I'm so damn tired of all of it!" Matero's shout echoed in the temple room before he threw himself backward on the couch beside the cloth, laying his head down to rest. "I just want to be accepted as I am for once…"
Chel gave Mateo a sympathetic look, seeing the quiet and subtle sadness in his eyes. She began to smile gently as she got her head in front of his weary face.
"I accept you." Chel said with a genuine, compassionate smile. Mateo stared into her eyes, puzzled as ever, oblivious to her resting her whole body on top of his, pressing her boobs against his chest. "They would've killed me if you didn't speak up on my behalf. You didn't need to be the gods' chosen emissary for that. And even if you're not the chosen one everybody thinks you are... I'd still owe you my life." Mateo smiled a bit from her reassuring speech.
"Chel... you don't have to owe me anything. I was only doing what was right." He spoke softly. Chel planted a kiss on Mateo's lips, making him blush before she spoke, straddling her legs around his waist. "And that's why I love you~" She responded sweetly. Mateo stood there flabbergasted for a short moment before a smile crept up on him. He then returned the kiss and the two held each other close as they enjoyed themselves. After the long kiss ended, Mateo realized how close they've been getting as a bulge in his lower area was tickling the bottom of Chel's pelvis. "You're trying to tempt me, aren't you?" He asked with a grin.
"Depends. Is it working~~?" she asked with a seducing smile. Mateo didn't answer her. He lightly chuckled at her response and gave her yet another big kiss, moving his hands all over her body as they moaned together. Chel could feel herself squirm in his embrace as they pressed themselves against her skin.
LEMON START
She couldn't help giggling seductively into his mouth as he started to tug at her top. Chel paused the kiss and moved her hands up to let him pull it off. The top dragged her breasts up along with her, only to be brought down with a snap as Chel tossed it aside. Mateo was graced with the sight of her Double-D breasts, her dark brown nipples erect from the air around them. To see them in the flesh was a marvel, indeed.
"I know you stared at these babies before, lover-boy~" Chel teased playfully. "If you want them, they're yours~" How could Mateo say no to his promised bride-to-be offering her milkers to him? He held one close to his mouth and opened it up before he placed his lips on her round teat, suckling on her large, puffy nipple as he used his hand to occupy the other, pinching and caressing it. Chel tossed her head back and moaned loudly to the ceiling as her eyes rolled up.
"Oh, gods~!" Chel cried out with a moan. "You're making my tits feel so good~!" As her lover suckled on her boob, Chel slid her lower garment off of her body and let it slide off her legs and land on the ground. She slipped her fingers inside her chocolate brown clit and stirred it up, moaning louder as she felt pleasure around her body. And she wasn't the only one enjoying herself.
The more he listened to her melody of moans, the more Mateo's lower body began to grow. His pants made a big dent to compensate for the growth, but it was agitating him that he couldn't let it stretch freely. He moaned really loud, but for all the pleasure Chel's boobs gave him, she saw the bulge for herself between her assets and knew he wanted to be free. She used her free hand to unzip his pants and pull them down, along with his underwear. What came out was a near-gargantuan sized penis, coming out at 10 inches!
It smacked itself against her skin underneath her hooters, the tip just under the bottom of the mounds. She let out a gasp of surprise to feel it against her skin. Momentarily stunned, Mateo was given the opportunity to turn the tables. He flipped Chel and himself, rolling along the blanket and the cloth so that he was on top of her. Mateo took his shirt off next, throwing it near the pants and underwear Chel took off of him. Upon seeing his physique for himself, she couldn't help but marvel at his six-pack figure.
"What? You thought the emissary couldn't be in peak physical form?" Mateo flirted. Chel giggled at her lover and spread her legs out. "It's a surprise." Chel answered. "But I'm more interested in your friend~" Chel pointed to his long organ resting on her belly. She hummed sweetly as she stared at the mushroom tip, already salivating at the thought of taking it in her mouth. Mateo saw her dirty look and chuckled.
"Well, if you like it so much~" Mateo grinned. He slid it forward, between her boobs and right to her mouth. She stared upon it in hunger, moaning with desire before she opened her mouth. She wanted it in her, one way or another. Before she knew it, Mateo's dick entered her mouth.
She muffled in moans as her mouth took in the tip, only for it to pop out. And because Mateo's thrusts were within her round orbs, he could feel them amplifying his libido as well. Pushing against her doughy skin was like pushing against the softest pillows in all of Spain. And the pressure Chel added to them with her hands was stirring something in his loins.
"Ohh… Your tits are so amazing, Chel~! I want to cum all over them~!" Mateo cried out. He'd forgotten all about the pretense of him being an emissary of the gods. His lust had hooked itself in his mind, and now, all he could think about was breeding her.
"As you wish, my lord~!" Chel cried out with ecstasy. Guided by his base instinct, Mateo thrusted his lower body faster and faster through Chel's chest orbs, bobbing in and out of her mouth. The mushroom tip was covered in her drool in the process, which made for an easily simultaneous insertion and exit. It was only a few seconds before Mateo's rod released its essences just as he pulled out and lodged itself in the cleft of her mounds, covering them in his juices. But it didn't stop there.
A brief moment later, Mateo pushed the tip to her mouth and began to pump the seed down her throat, from which she'd happily swallowed every load. They moaned with delight, reveling in their lust for a minute before he pulled out of her lips. Chel breathed heavily as the leftover cum lingered in her mouth. Mateo stared at her stained beauty with affection, leaning close to her face.
"Wow, Chel… that was amazing…" Mateo breathed out.
"Yeah. It was." Chel spoke with a hum. "But we're not done yet~" The duo kissed each other, slipping their tongues inside. Mateo began to taste the salty flavor of his seed in Chel's mouth, moaning into her mouth. Chel pressed her chest against him and hummed sweetly as she wrapped her legs around his thighs. During their long kiss, Mateo's Johnson began to revive itself, springing back hard against their skin.
Chel broke the kiss for a moment to admire his lengthy prick. Mateo saw where she was looking and sat up.
"Looks like you've got him excited again." Mateo said. Chel leaned close and held it in her hands. "Hmm… would you look at that~?" Chel flirted seductively, moving her hands down to cradle Mateo's nutsack underneath his meat rod. "So huge, and hard, and strong…~ and balls all nice and full~ bursting with hot, ropey seed~"
Mateo's whole body shivered excitedly. By now, it was no secret that he wanted her that badly, to breed her like there was no tomorrow.
"Oh? You like the idea, don't you?" Chel teased. "Wait. You love the idea~ of me squeezing you in my pussy~ of me milking you over and over for seed~" Mateo grunted with anticipation, breathing heavily as her fantasy played on loop in his head. El Dorado and all of Spain be damned! He will claim Chel as his!
Without hesitation, he pinned her arms and held up her legs with his arms and plugged his dick up inside her pussy, making her moan in jubilation. That was the treasure she was looking for! He bucked his hips against hers, smacking his balls against the cleft of her ass with each thrust. She was losing her mind in a matter of seconds, and she enjoyed every one of them.
"Ooohhh~! Oh, shit…~!" Chel cried out, driven with lust. "You're so deep~!" Chel cried out. Her mounds jolted back and forth as he pounded deep in her walls. His pelvis slammed hard and fast into the folds of her clit, his balls smacking rapidly like dangling bells from a collar.
"Ahhh…! And I thought your tits were tight, but your pussy's pulling me in~!" Mateo said excitedly. He leaned close to Chel's face. "You're really amazing, Chel~" The lovers kissed each other, moaning and groaning, as their tongues swirled like crazy in their mouths. Driven on by his mating instinct, Mateo began to pick up the pace, going as fast as he could to release his seed inside her. Chel was overcome with the overflow of intense sensations Mateo was giving her. His tongue that constantly connected with hers, his meat rod that consistently rubbed against her walls and touched her cervix, and his chest that pressed itself against hers. If Chel wasn't getting very much turned on by her lover, she certainly would be now.
It felt like hours had passed by for Mateo and Chel, who both reveled in such an amorous heat, they might as well be melting. They didn't notice at the time, but they'd been at it for so long, the couple's bodies were covered in sweat, not that they'd care. They were going hard at it like animals in heat for the breeding season. Suddenly, Mateo pushed himself past her cervix and began to offshoot his seed directly into her womb and flooded it as he moaned loudly into her throat.
While his arms and legs went limp, letting his body collapse on top of her gully, Chel groaned in conjunction with him, feeling him overflow her womb with his essence, much of it escaping through her glory hole and dripping to the floor. They ceased their kissing to breathe oxygen once more as Chel groaned aloud.
"Your warm seed feels so good… and it's so much…~!" Chel breathed out with ecstasy.
"Would you believe me if I said this was my first time?" Mateo asked with a blush on his face. Chel smiled at her lover and caressed his right cheek.
"I'd be honored~" Chel answered lustfully. Mateo sat up to let Chel sit on his lap, his essence still pouring into her womb. She gave him a kiss and wrapped her arms and legs around Mateo's body to feel his warmth yet again. Mateo welcomed the kiss and trailed his arms down to her ass, squeezing her cheeks to stimulate her.
She yelped with excitement in his mouth, shuddering with delight from his contact. After a minute, they finished their passionate kiss and stared into each other's eyes.
"It's my first time, too~" Chel said with a grin.
"Well… consider me honored." Mateo replied. The couple hugged each other warmly as they basked in the sunlight that shone on them. After they finished, Mateo glanced at her curiously.
"To be honest, though… I was a bit worried about that." He admitted. "I mean, yeah, I was excited, but a part of me thought you were going out with someone." Chel hummed softly as she glanced out to the city beneath them.
"Well… even we have standards here." Chel said. "Tzekel-Kan made sure of that." That part made him confused, but just hearing it again after his talk of sacrifices made him uneasy.
"Him again?" Mateo asked. He wasn't a fan of him, either.
"Until you came along, I was just a thief to them." Chel said. "He turned my own people against me. Just because I wanted to leave El Dorado and see the world for myself." Mateo wasn't expecting to hear that from her. If anything, he'd have figured she wouldn't have to be as subject to discrimination like he was. Then again, Tzekel-Kan's authority was something even Chief Tannabok didn't approve of.
"He thinks the gods wanted sacrifices, and death for our failures." Chel rambled. "But none of it is fair!" She slammed her hand on the ground, full of anger over Tzekel-Kan's cruel charge. "Why did the gods even bother creating us if that's what they wanted?"
If Mateo's heart could sink, it would've sunk to the bottom of the ocean. She was facing persecution just like he was. And none of it was her fault to begin with. Maybe he and Chel weren't that different after all. Mateo put his hand under her chin, moving it up to his.
"If there's one thing to be grateful to them for… it's that I got to meet you." Mateo said with a sincere smile. "You did nothing wrong at all. I'm not going to let him hurt you. Ever." Chel was touched by his comforting words. She nestled her head against his chest and hummed softly.
"You're just trying to distract me, aren't you~?" Chel asked.
"Depends. Is it working?" Mateo answered flirtatiously. Chel laughed at his reply before they engaged in a very passionate kiss. The couple moaned with their lips locked together. Mateo fondled her cheeks delicately, swaying them apart from each other before they got close. They were so lost in their heat, they didn't even notice that they were falling backward. Mateo laid on his back and hummed sweetly as Chel giggled like a vixen. She leaned backwards and sat upright, plunging his steed straight deep in her inner sanctum.
While he grunted with a romantic rapture, Chel moaned aloud, her eyes rushing to the back of her head, and her tongue stuck out like a sore thumb. She began to move her hips on her own, bouncing upon him like a fleshy trampoline.
"Ooh, yes, papi~! Fuck my mortal pussy really good~! Bless it with your godly sperm~!" Chel cried out shamelessly as she raised her haunches up and brought them down swiftly. In the process, she clapped her cheeks against his pelvis, rippling them to the cleft of her ass.
Neither Chel nor Mateo bothered to hide their loud voices of rapture. They couldn't even care less if the Gods themselves heard them!
"Fuck, Chel! You're pulling me in so tight!" Mateo grunted, feeling his sphincter swarmed by her inner walls. "It's the best thing I've ever felt!"
"Thank you, papi~! Your cock is driving me insane, too~! It's all I can think about anymore~!" Chel cried with a horny tone. "I want to be yours forever~! Please take me~! Take my body and fill it with your cock seed forever!"
Mateo and Chel grunted in harmony, driven by the impulse to breed and be bred. If ever there was a finer example of Adam and Eve, they would be the best suited for the role of multiplying and being fruitful. And they would be more than happy to do it.
Chel was bouncing on his hard cock for what felt like days, looking thirsty as ever. Neither of them wanted to stop. But their climax was fast approaching.
"C-Chel…! I think I'm cumming…!" Mateo grunted passionately.
"Yes~! Yes~! Yes~! Cum for me, papi~! Give my womb all of your divine cum~!" Chel cried aloud shamelessly. Those words were all it took for Mateo to grab her ass cheeks and force them down on him, giving him a clear shot for her babymaker! Lump after lump of hot, sticky sperm flooded Chel's womb as they screamed deliriously with satisfaction in unison.
The amount of his seed was so big, his essence spilled out of her pussy within seconds. Chel and Mateo laid on the floor, sweaty and naked as they stared into each other's eyes.
"Madre…~ That was fantastic…~" Chel breathed out.
"Yeah. You sure were." Mateo complimented, making her blush. He started to blush too when he saw the look on her face. A few seconds later, they looked at each other, trying to get something out of their chests.
"I love you." They both said in unison. "Wait. You love me? Of course I do." The lovers paused to laugh at how they seemed to read each other's minds.
"Seriously. You love me?" Chel asked.
"Why wouldn't I?" Mateo asked. "Your body is amazing, obviously. But I like all that comes with it just as much. Like your sharp mind, your bold spirit. And more importantly… you know what you want. You don't compromise with people who put others down. It's really brave of you." Chel smiled at her lover, humming sweetly toward him.
"That's something we have in common~" Chel spoke softly. "I think it's brave of you to care about other people, too. I mean, you and the 'gods' were never willing to give Tzekel-Kan an inch."
"Of course not. The guy's a rotten pendejo." Mateo coyly replied. Chel laughed from his reply and lifted herself up to his face, hungrily staring at him.
"And of course, you have a great cock to go with it, too~" Chel continued. "But as great as your body is, I think I love the heart behind it a lot more." She pointed at his chest, making Mateo smile towards her. It gave him an idea in the heat of the moment.
"Chel… suppose we end up staying here. J-Just as a hypothetical. Like, the Gods had to return, and I had to stay with you… Would you be happy? I know how much you want to go to Spain with us, but… I just don't want you to go through what I did with the Conquistadors." Chel looked into his eyes and saw worry. She gave him a gentle hug and a soft rub on his back.
"I think I'll be fine. Besides, it's not the first time I've had to deal with people like them." Chel assured her.
"Oh. Yeah, but… are you sure?" Mateo asked.
"Definitely sure." Chel said with a determined tone. Something told him she wasn't gonna take no for an answer. Besides, he had to admit, she may be too clever for them anyway.
"Alright. I've got a new deal. You can have my share of the gold if you'd… come along with me to Spain." Mateo offered sincerely. "So… deal?" Chel's eyes lit up. She had no idea what she could be more excited over at this point, the hold, Spain, or the man who offered him all that and more. Not that it was hard to figure out.
"Deal~" Chel answered softly. The two lovers kissed and wrapped their arms around each other, eager to begin another round.
"If we were to stay here, though," Mateo added, "I don't think I'd mind being able to fuck you every day."
"Me neither~ After all, it's what the Gods demand~" Chel said with a blush. "So, let's have some fun while it lasts, Mateo~ I could show my body to you 24/7~ And no one would dare raise a finger against us or our love~"
"Yeah… are you sure we can't stay?" Mateo asked, really wanting to live that fantasy now.
"Relax, Mateo~ There's plenty of time~" Chel told him.
To be continued... ;)