There was, for a brief period, panic in the room as Chel's temper rose and the Spaniards made excuses for their countrymen at home. Tellingly, however, it was excuses that they jumped to... not denial. All manner of reasons why, that their countrymen would be confused, that they were misled, that they would not understand but could learn... but not even the faintest attempt to claim that Jaguar was wrong, or lying to Chel.
At their core, after all, Tulio and Miguel were also con-artists. Liars. Cheaters. Swindlers. But it took a real fool to tell a lie that they knew would be exposed while they were still near enough to face complaints about it.
And once they got back to Spain? With people crowding in and clustering to have a look at the strange foreigner? It was almost a certainty that someone was going to yell something terribly racist or misogynistic. Honestly, it would be surprising if they made it all the way off the boat before it happened. Despite what was shown in the film, this was not an enlightened period of time when it came to racial tensions, and the place of a woman in a good European household was either in the kitchen or in a man's bed.
Jaguar was served well by letting this little detail tear a similarly 'small' rift between Chel and the Spaniards, who had yet to become more than allies of convenience anyway. With that in mind he took a ripe guava off the stone table and bit into it like an apple, watching the fight progress as both sides struggled to keep their voices down enough that any nearby servants or attendants would not come rushing in to see what was wrong.
Then, once he finished the piece of fruit, he clapped his hands together sharply to interrupt the dispute.
"The difference between an individual and a consensus is stark." Jaguar noted. "A person or two can be intelligent, empathic, understanding and welcoming to others as they explore the interesting differences in culture and religion. A people strangely become a group made up of dumb, panic-driven, obstinate animals that immediately circle to drive out or to destroy anything that isn't one of their own, or which they do not understand. You know this to be true."
He shrugged, paying little mind to the Spaniards' irritated looks for calling the wrath of Chel down on their heads.
"It seems you would do well with a little breathing room, to calm down." Jaguar suggested. "Tulio, Miguel, why not enjoy some more of the hospitality of El Dorado. I'm sure that there are attendants that will be more than willing to cater to your needs and ensure you are comfortable. I will need a further word with Chel, I think."
Once the men left, and Jaguar poured a cup of cool water for himself, Chel groaned her frustration into a cushioned mass of fur.
"It was supposed to be-" she started, looking for the right word.
"Different?" Jaguar suggested. "Better, maybe? I'm sure that was the hope. But, I'm sorry to say, while there are individual exceptions when you speak in general about the people across the sea... they do tend to have strong opinions about foreigners, and women, and women foreigners would have a particularly rough time of it. It seems a poor repayment for your own role in seeing those two to where they needed to be."
"You're still saying that?" Chel huffed.
Jaguar responded with a smile. There was, after all, no way for his statements about latent divinity being buried, slumbering, within the bodies of Tulio and Miguel to be proven a lie. So why admit to it? In the end, he could make it true. Eventually.
"You were in the right place, at the right time, because you wanted out while they wanted in." Jaguar outlined. "And so you agreed to work together, so that you would both get what you wanted. However... I can give you more than that. Walk all the world and you will find that no matter where you go, things are not much different between one place and another. The trappings change. The gods a group worships. The clothes they wear. The language they speak. The... immaterial details that humans are so prone to go to war and slaughter each other over. The people themselves do not change, with the color of their skin or the features of their face. Not without things that are not so easily available. Time. Understanding. Respect. Even as centuries pass, however, it is a slow and painful process of society changing and growing, like an infant into an adult. Even centuries hence, there will be people who sneer at foreigners, who will hold women in contempt, who will scorn and demand that you go back to your homelands or into the kitchen. But their voices will become smaller. Drowned out in an ocean of general apathy, in a world where such things are no longer considered so important and that bile recognized for bitter hatefulness even when the voices speaking it grow loud enough to be noticed... But that time is not yet to come. No matter where you go in this world, it will not yet be found."
He paused, before continuing with a slight smile.
"But I am Jaguar, and I walk between worlds. I can offer you so much more than this one has available." he said. "Comfort and wealth scarcely imaginable. Power. Adventure in places truly unknown to this world."
Chel sniffed, rubbing her eyes as she acted as though the argument before had not left her... emotional.
"Uh huh? And in exchange, you want... what, huh?" she responded.
Once bitten, twice shy, he supposed. After being slapped in the face with the realization that she might not find everything she wanted by leaving to the world outside of El Dorado, Chel was naturally hesitant to make another immediate deal.
All the same.
"What I want is you, Chel." Jaguar spoke huskily, letting out a throaty purr with hooded eyes. "Through chance and circumstance, you have caught my attention. My interest. I want to have you. All of you. My lover, one of many sharing my bed in throbbing and rutting ecstasy when I will it. My priestess, spreading the glory of my name to those who have not heard it. My woman. My servant. My pet, and my lover, a mother to my children, and a blade raised in defense against intruders to my household. I ask everything of you, everything that you are and everything that you have to offer, and in return I will give you more than you have ever dared to dream. Do you doubt the words of a god?"
"Can you even do that?" Chel asked, startled and visibly flustered at the aggressive pursuit... but, critically, not refusing.
"A god does not bleed, not in normal conditions. But this body is formed of flesh, permeated by the divine power that it contains and conceals. It will respond in all the ways flesh ought... leaking blood when cut. Shivering when chilled. Tasting the stinging burn of chilies. The coupling of a man and a woman is no different." Jaguar said, half-boasting. "As for the stature... appearances may deceive. Care to find out for yourself?"
For a moment, Chel hesitantly bit her lip.
Then she nodded, once.
"Alright then... My Lord." she said. "If you're going to make an offer like that, how can a woman refuse? How, ah..."
She trailed off as Jaguar stalked forward, like a great cat on the hunt and with the taste of a lamed and crippled beast's blood in its mouth as he guided her down to the floor and a soft fur that waited for them. One piece at a time, he peeled away her clothes to expose what few and critical patches of skin were not already open to the air.
Chel's aureolae were a little large, circling a small nipple that went from softness to erect rigidity quickly at the touch of his tongue as Jaguar's mouth engulfed first one and then the other in alternation until he settled on one and suckled fiercely at it, as though he were trying to draw milk. His fingers passed between a thatch of thick, crudely trimmed hair down below where Chel would have worn her loin cloth as he stroked and delved at her pussy with his fingertips and left her gasping and squirming for a few moments.
"It's... My Lord, I can..." Chel gasped out after a minute.
"Among the greatest indignities and inequality in the world is that when a child is conceived, the male must reach the peak of his pleasure... while no such requirement exists for the female." Jaguar spoke, releasing her nipple to do so and leaving it visibly engorged and twitching in the air. "I am a patient hunter. Be patient in turn, as I show you a little bit of the worship that we both deserve to have."
He lowered himself down between her thighs, ignoring Chel's confusion for the moment as he breathed in the heady aroma of her sex. Already moist, faint traces of her nectars were beginning to trickle out of Chel's pussy, and it was, possibly, enough lubrication for him to drive himself within and use her body as a tool to satisfy his lustful urges with.
Instead, he flattened his tongue and drew it up along the length of her slit, catching the droplets of thick and salty liquid and prompting a throaty gasp from Chel for his ministrations.
He did not stop that slow and steady motion, lapping at her sex like a thirsty dog or cat attempting to slurp up drinking water from a slow fountain, but found moments to slip in the search for her clitoris... to poke at it with a narrowed and thick tongue, to pop it briefly into his mouth to suck upon, and to let the edges of his teeth touch against it for very brief moments as she squirmed and gasped under the attention.
And then, with a garbled and incoherent noise that failed to appreciably resemble any words at all tearing its way out of her throat, Chel's slit clamped down in orgasm on the tip of Jaguar's tongue and left her panting sweatily for breath.
This was what Jaguar had been waiting for. Size was one thing, but stamina was another, and this body was yet untested. In the worst case scenario, where it had been built to quickly and humiliatingly ejaculate under even the slightest of pressure... well, hopefully having been brought to the heights of pleasure herself would leave Chel willing to be lenient about such bodily shortcomings.
All the same, he chuckled as he set his own lower clothes aside and Chel's eyes widened at the sight of his divine scepter.
"That's..." she gasped.
"Are you still so confident that you would have been ready, before?" Jaguar asked, idly, as he set the rigid length of it down to measure up along her belly.
Chel was at a loss for words. Before she had a chance to find them, to say something about the length of flesh that seemed even larger sprouting out of a small body like his own, Jaguar had already drawn his hips back and nudged the tip into place.
Then, mercilessly, he sank it into her depths with one slow thrust. At the tip, beyond the squeezing tight confines of Chel's pussy, he could feel the mouth of her womb resisting further penetration. He continued to push, forcing the organ back and deeper into her body as she sucked in a sharp, gasping breath.
Bottomed out, with his full length inside, Jaguar grasped at Chel's hips and raised them a little as he rapidly thrust his own, only pulling back the slightest bit before driving his length fully within once more. Chel's breaths became little panting gasps of pleasure as he hammered at her womb like a miner desperate to chip away at a stone wall to reach a vein of gold or diamonds on the other side.
It wasn't long before she let out another mewling cry, legs locking around him as the feeling of her cunt twitching and spasming around him pushed Jaguar himself over the edge into flooding her warm and wet caverns of fertility with his seed.
As they caught their breath, Jaguar rested across Chel's body, head on her breasts as tiny following pulses in his cock squeezed the very last traces of cum out of his balls.
"Priestess, huh? Not where I saw my life going." Chel admitted. "Who, uh..."
"I will have Tzekel-Kan teach you the rites and rituals necessary, before bringing you to any other worlds." Jaguar replied.
"That guy, huh." she muttered. "Not sure that he'll be really happy about it..."
"About someone else being brought to other worlds, to spread worship and expand the faithful in my name? Perhaps not. So if he objects then what I tell him will be this, instead:" Jaguar said. "That I am bringing you because I am willing to risk losing you, if something is to go wrong away in other worlds that leads to lethal danger. I imagine that this base flattery and claim that he is indispensable should sooth any ruffled feathers."
Chel laughed a little at that, then groaned as Jaguar slowly pulled his spent length out of her, leaving her pussy to twitch emptily in its absence.
"Clean me." he ordered, shifting to a reclined position.
"... As you command, My Lord." Chel spoke in a husky tone, picking up quickly on what he meant as she moved and allowed him to guide her movements with a hand stroking fingers through her hair, guiding her soft lips and hot, wet tongue to the length of his sticky cock.
It was good to be the king. Better still to be a god