Beyond El dorado

A short after story of an alternat ending of Road to Eldorado

The sun dipped low behind the jungle canopy as Tulio and Chel pushed off from the golden shores of El Dorado.
The boat, hastily patched and loaded with sacks of gleaming treasure, bobbed gently on the river’s current. Miguel had stayed behind, choosing the thrill of legend over the weight of gold. Tulio, however, had chosen something else entirely — Chel… and gold of course.

“I mean what’s the point of having so much gold if you can’t enjoy the riches of society… well at least he’s a king there so it should be reasonably fun” Tulio thought of Miguel absent mindedly.

They didn’t speak much at first. The jungle’s sounds faded into the distance, replaced by the rhythmic splash of oars and the occasional clink of coins shifting in their haul. Tulio sat at the helm, eyes scanning the horizon, while Chel lounged near the bow, her fingers trailing in the water.

The silence wasn’t awkward; it was an illusion, as they would have been all over each other if it weren't for numerous interruptions previously. But alone together now, things seemed different.

Every glance lingered a little longer. Every accidental brush of hands sent a ripple through the air, more electric than the river’s breeze.

Chel broke the quiet first. “So,” she said, stretching like a cat in the sun, “what does a man do with a mountain of gold and no plan?”

Tulio smirked, his voice low. “He improvises. Spain’s nice this time of year, I hear.”
She laughed, and the sound was warm and unguarded. “Spain. With you. And all this gold. Sounds dangerous.”

“Only if you’re afraid of pleasure,” he replied, eyes locked on hers.

The boat drifted into a calm stretch of river, the jungle thinning into open sky. The air grew warmer, heavier. Tulio moved closer under the pretense of adjusting the sail. Chel didn’t move away.

Their shoulders touched. Then their hands. Then, slowly, deliberately, Tulio reached up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind Chel’s ear. She caught his wrist, holding it there for a moment longer than necessary.

“You’re not as clever as you think,” she whispered.

“And you’re more dangerous than I imagined,” he murmured back.

The boat rocked gently beneath them, gold glinting in the fading light but neither noticed. Spain could wait. For now, the river carried them forward, and the space between them grew smaller with every breath.
Still, she knew what waited in Spain. Tulio’s world was full of polished women with powdered faces and practiced smiles. Courtesans who knew how to play men like violins. Chel was wild, sun-kissed, and unrefined by their standards. She didn’t wear silk. She wore fire.

She wanted him to remember that.

Chel stood slowly, the boat rocking beneath her bare feet. She took the initiative.
“You’re going to see a lot of beautiful things,” she whispered, more to herself than to him. “But none of them will burn like I do.”

She leaned in, close enough to feel his breath on her lips, then pulled back before he could wake. The moment was hers, a secret, a promise, a spark waiting to catch.

Back at the bow, she stretched out again, letting the wind play with her hair. Spain would come. So would temptation. But tonight, on this river, she was the only thing Tulio dreamed of.

She suddenly pushed him away gently before completing the kiss.

Tulio, too stunned to speak, watched her walk away, her hips swaying seductively.

He wanted to leap at her immediately but could tell she wanted him to be patient until she was ready.

She laid comfortably on the rocking boat

Her already revealing clothes made this little action extremely seductive and caused Tulio’s heart to skip a beat.

Before he knew it, she had already lifted her upper garment, revealing her sun-kissed breasts. Her brown skin somehow reflected light, and their beauty complemented the sea in the background.

Her hand reached for her loincloth that had still not revealed her genitals even in her seductive posture.

*gulp*

Tulio let out an audible gasp as he watched.

She lifted her legs into the M position.

Tulio stood still, Mesmerized by the sight as he watched her spread her forbidden petals.

“Ahhh” Chel moaned lightly as she gazed up in the air before looking Tulio in the eye and speaking.

“Come”

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