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Fool's Gold 2
🕑 Added 2025-02-28 22:33:25 +0000 UTCIt had been a glorious few weeks since I’d crawled out of a hole into El Dorado.
The city of gold had made great strides in that time, ending a thousand years of isolation. In a few years it might even know something of empire.
Still, I admit it, I was an indulgent would-be god. When I wasn’t trying (and usually failing) to apply grand strategy game concepts to the real world, I was either mucking around with the local equivalent of witchcraft and wizardry or my priestesses, the number of which had grown to four, soon to be five.
Chel truly had impeccable taste. The first volunteers that passed her standards were a pair of cousins, Yatzili and Yatzila, the both of them lithe and limber, with skin almost like a dark burnished gold. They only hesitated a moment before drinking deeply from the cup Chel had given them, and with my load in their bellies, became my second and third priestess.
The next was what some circles might affectionately call a hag, an older woman almost as versed in the mumbojumbo as Tzekel-Kan, which was probably why Chel had chosen her, being a more palatable teacher of it compared to the bloodthirsty high priest.
I didn’t complain, and I honestly loved her sense of humor. Itzili had paler skin than was the norm around El Dorado, and was as top heavy as Chel was bottom heavy.
I half-listened to Tzekel-Kan complaining in my ear as I watched them prepare their soon to be sister, Yohla. Chel had outdone herself again, finding a girl that would have once towered over me. And she wasn’t just tall either, she had a warrior’s build, her body like a weapon to be wielded by me.
She was also Chief Tannabok’s niece.
Still, Tzekel-Khan just kept going, so… “I trust you to handle it, just as I trust those two will play their parts to the letter.”
He nodded slowly. “I will follow your judgement, Ahmanakan.” The name Chel had picked for me had caught on quickly. “I am less sure about these priestesses.”
He stared at them distastefully, almost jealously. I was honestly beginning to find his antics funny.
“They are my hand in love, Tzekel-Kan, as you are my hand in war.” That at least seemed to mellow him out somewhat. “How are your new acolytes progressing?”
“A lazy, indolent bunch, but I have whipped them into shape. They will not disappoint.”
I gave him a small smile. “Good. Until tomorrow.”
After another sour look at my priestesses, he departed, leaving me free to my indulgences.
“I think it’s time we began,” I told them.
They all stalked closer to my throne of pillows, each of them sporting a menagerie of very colorful feathers that denoted their new position. Well, each of them except for Yohla.
I looked into her dark eyes as she kneeled, the very picture of duty. Chel had meanwhile retrieved an obsidian bowl from somewhere.
She wasn’t showing yet, but I knew it was only a matter of time until her belly swelled.
The cousins proceeded to get handsy with my divine rod, Yohla’s eyes immediately swiveling to it. Itzili tittered behind her, whispering something into her ear that had her blushing up a storm.
The blush only worsened as Yatzili and Yatzila began a tag-team effort to get me to spill my load into the bowl, the sounds obscene as they worked their hands. My high priestess meanwhile just watched it all happen with a smug smile on her pouty lips, having pawned off all the hard work on others.
“Yohla,” I husked. “You should help them.” The warrior woman stared at my cock like a poisonous snake before she mustered her courage and crawled closer. I gave a happy groan as her tongue flickered out to shyly lick it. “Mmm…”
This was the life.
Pushing Yatzili and Yatzila’s heads down to join her, I turned my eyes upon Itzili, her hand between her thighs. Drawing her closer with a look, she bared and shook her heavy tits for my amusement, her long black hair pooling like a frame for the action.
Her nipples were so very prominent too, and sensitive, the older woman’s thighs rubbing together as she put on the show.
“Any luck with the improved recipe?” I asked as if I didn’t have three girls servicing me.
I had basically asked the witch or sorceress or whatever she was to make something as close to soda as she could manage, and she was getting close. Her last attempt even had a fizzy kick to it.
“Yesss,” she hissed out. “I think I’ve found the right amount of salt and honey.”
“Good,” I groaned out, gently playing with their hair. “I’ll want to see about producing it in larger quantities.”
I also decided I wanted something more than a tongue bath.
Yatzili only gave a soft whimper as I manhandled her over my monster of a cock, asking her cousin to hold it steady. They were both virgins… ish.
Maybe it was mean, but there was just something that tickled me pink about keeping them technically virgins until I deigned to put some divine brats in their smooth bellies as well. I would content myself with rearranging their guts for now.
Yolha watched nervously as I slowly lodged every inch of it inside the petite girl over the next minute, the sounds thick and depraved. It was a good thing I had such monstrous strength too, otherwise this would have been impractical with how much of a tight fit it was.
Her cheeks soon met my lap with a satisfying thwack each time I brought her down, her legs tightly pressed together.
Itzili I saw had only sped up the movements of her fingers between her legs, her brows scrunched together in torrid determination. Chel was the only one who only watched.
What a funny bunch my priestesses were.
There was a lurid pop as I pulled Yatzili off my cock, soon replacing her with her cousin who was much louder, grunting and groaning and hissing as I thoroughly enjoyed her insides.
My eyes found Yolha as she watched it all like a doe, I had the sudden urge to do the same to her, leaving the mountain of a woman a virgin in name only. I doubted she would even know what to do when she was being manhandled, having never imagined it could happen.
Still, probably better to ease her into things. Also, I was close.
Leaving Yatzila’s cloying insides with another fucked up pop, I let Chel empty my balls into the obsidian bowl, filling it first with white and then the rainbow.
Yolha gave it a thousand-yard stare as Chel brought it to her with a smile, but setting her jaw, she started to drink. It was a delight to watch her throat bob again and again, her hands tightly clutching the bowl so as not to spill a drop.
Finally, with a funny face and a heavy sigh, she showed the empty bowl.
Chel had in the meantime retrieved a cloak of black feathers for her, draping it around her shoulders as she stood, my new priestess an impressive sight.
“It is done,” I whispered.
The sun had already set, so we all kind of collapsed into a cuddle pile with me at its center. Sleep still came naturally to me, even if I wasn’t sure if I actually needed to anymore.
My dreams that night were just as strange as every other night here.
In the morning my coterie of priestesses and I descended from the pyramid to mingle among the people. It shouldn’t be long now.
And, like clockwork, a ruckus soon began, whispers of a strange people entering El Dorado traveling through the crowd like a swarm of bees.
That was my cue.
Miguel and Tulio were at the front of the procession of conquistadors, putting on a good show of introducing Cortés to the city. The man himself sat upon a mighty stallion, his eyes squirming with naked greed at all the gold in the city. It really was everywhere, admittedly.
I wasn’t surprised when they got spooked at the sheer height of me, but I still managed to plaster a pleasant smile on my lips. “Welcome, strangers, to El Dorado!”
“It is… impressive,” I heard.
“You are very kind to say so. We are a peaceful people as you can see.”
A small smile had found its way on his thin lips. “I can see that. Tell me, would your people be open to trading with the Spanish Crown?”
“I don’t see why not. At least… maybe in a good hundred years?” The plaza was suddenly swarming with soldiers in colorful garb, a sharp contrast to the somber blacks and grays of the Spaniards.
There were shouts of protest, but I quickly spirited away all their firearms, ripping them out of their hands like they were naughty children. One of them did manage to actually fire a shot at me, and it did actually hurt, leaving a small bruise. It wasn’t enough to actually stop me.
Tzekel-Kan meanwhile was directing his acolytes to bind and gag them.
As the fighting ended, while there had been some bloodshed, there were no deaths. It… almost fell anticlimactic? Which wasn’t to say that I would be trying to see if I could tank a cannonball, but I expected more of a fight.
The precautions I insisted the high priest take should also minimize the risk of any disease spreading.
I finally turned to look at the two con men sending me nervous looks. “You did well. You’re welcome to stay, and if not, well, he won’t be needing his ships anymore, yeah? You can return to Spain.”
Watching them huddle again, I sighed and left them to it.
Though as I looked around at the still nervous and frightened faces of my new people, I had a thought, and so I sent my priestesses among the populace to reassure them. All except for Chel. There were a few things I wanted to speak to her about.
“Is it entrance into my holy temple that you seek again?” she husked after we had climbed the final steps of my pyramid again. Seeing me slap them around must have got her all hot and bothered.
Sometimes (and usually after a bout of post-nut clarity) I wondered if I was in something of a gilded cage, my eyes again being drawn to the horizon and the whole world beyond it.
“They will return,” I admitted to her, “and in greater numbers.” If I remembered my history correctly, they were already entrenched in places like Cuba and Puerto Rico.
“Is that not why you have encouraged our high priest?”
I shrugged. “I like to worry.”
Her eyes regained their mischievous sparkle. “Then is that not why you have made me your high priestess? To soothe your worries?” I watched as she dropped her cloak of pink feathers to the floor, and her loincloth also, turning around to grace me with her all her glory.
I felt myself respond with some exasperation. “I was wondering if I should go and see the world. The city is safe for now.”
She turned her head to look behind her, her eyes hungry. I knew she also wanted to.
“Where? This Spain, maybe?”
I laughed. “They’d try and burn me at the stake. No, the world is bigger than El Dorado and Spain. We could go north or south… even east or west.” Though it would take time to reverse engineer caravels, even with a ready example.
“It’s hard to pick just one” Chel teased, giving her own rear a swat. The way it wobbled… hmph, she really could not take anything seriously.
“I thought you would try and convince me sooner,” I commented instead. “That was your plan with those two. In fact, I think one of them is still angry that I stole you away.”
She sighed in a whiny way. “That was when I wasn’t Ahmanakan’s own high priestess, my very presence treasured wherever I go.”
Chel gave a dramatic sigh as she plopped down on the pillows, her next words muffled slightly by them.
“You are right. If we are to see the world, it should be now, for in some moons I will give birth to the son or daughter of the same god. Then nothing will be as it was.” She beckoned me with a finger without turning around. “Now let me do my duty.”
I only had so much restraint, and with the way she was positioned…
Chel made a small sound as my cock slipped between her brown cheeks comfortably, and a louder one when I nipped her ear with my teeth. “Maybe if I keep spilling my seed in you, it might be twins or even triplets.”
And yeah, maybe that wasn’t how it worked, but, you know, magic.
“If they are anything like either of us, one is already too many.”
I soon listened to her hum and groan as I sheathed myself inside her snug little pussy, kissing her womb again. There was no sweeter thing.
That she was probably more comfortable than the pillows also didn’t hurt, her brown skin soft and creamy.
Her hands grasped at said pillows as I found a rhythm that had me kissing her womb with each stroke, her eyes feverish as she encouraged me. And hey, I really could feel my worries slipping away as I listened to the steady plap, plap, plap our fucking made.
“Ughhh…” she groaned, tightening up as one of her hands had slipped beneath her to push with her button madly.
I wanted to try something new as I saw something like a rainbow coating my cock as we continued. Planting kisses along her shoulder, I saw her make a funny face when I didn’t retreat after kissing her womb this time. Instead I start applying more pressure.
“Agh… Oooogghhhhhh—”
In the next breath I had pushed through, driving a scream from her as I lodged myself inside of her completely. Her nails dug deep into my thigh as she tried to adjust.
“W-Wait a moment…”
“I am.” I had honestly never felt anything like it.
Finally, she seemed to nod, her brow slick with sweat. “Spill your seed.”
I smiled and kissed her cheek this time as I continued, forcing her womb open each time and each time also driving a throaty scream from the bottom of her throat. It was something else, and I could only take so much of it.
Planting myself inside her womb one final time, I did as she asked, watching as she unraveled.
When it was done, she collapsed on the pillow like putty, mumbling into the fabric. I even felt slightly… empty, maybe?
I refused to pull out of her either way, breathing deeply of her scent as she became a sheathe and bed in one. As was only proper for my high priestess.
Free of worries now, I decided to take a nap, just like that.
Maybe after I would figure out where in the world I wanted to go…
