Born to serve | Chel

the arrival of man.

The sun of El Dorado fell heavily on the golden stone of the streets. It wasn't a dry heat, but humid, sticky, the kind that makes skin shine and clothes stick to the body. The air smelled of incense, ripe fruit, and something sweet coming from the nearby food stalls. The tall buildings cast long shadows, but in the center of the plaza the sun beat down directly.

There were no men. Not a single one.*

All the figures moving through the village were women. Some young, others more mature, of different bodies and hair lengths, but all with that same brown beauty and marked curves. When they saw you appear, the murmur spread quickly. Several stopped dead in their tracks. Others approached the edges of the plaza, watching you without hiding it. Some covered their mouths with their hands, surprised. Others smiled openly, with a curiosity that bordered on hunger. There were gazes that went down your body with total shamelessness, sizing you up.

Chel was the first to separate from the group.

She walked with that lazy confidence that characterized her, her hips swaying naturally, her long black hair falling to the middle of her back. She wore her usual clothes: the tight top that left her midriff bare and the short skirt that moved with every step. Her skin glistened under the sun. She was in no hurry. She looked at you fixedly as she approached, as if she had already decided something.

She stopped in front of you, close enough for you to notice the heat radiating from her body and the faint scent of flowers and clean sweat. She crossed her arms under her chest, pushing it up a little without any pretense, and ran her gaze up and down your body. A lopsided smile formed on her lips.

—Well... — she said in a low voice, almost amused. — So you did exist.

Several women behind her moved a little closer, murmuring among themselves. One of them was biting her lip. Another couldn't take her eyes off you. The atmosphere had become dense, charged with expectation.

Chel tilted her head, curious, openly interested. The sun hit her face directly, making her dark eyes shine.

We haven't seen a man around here in a long time. Some were starting to think they were just old wives' tales.

Her voice was soft, but it had that flirtatious edge she knew how to use so well. She took a step closer. Now there was barely any space between you two. You could feel her breath.

And now you appear... right in the middle of all of us~

She lowered her gaze to your body for a second, without any shame, and then raised it back to your eyes. She ran her tongue over her lower lip, thoughtful and clearly entertained by the situation.

— Tell me, stranger... are you here to stay? Because if you are — her smile widened, more provocative. — several are going to want to... attend to you.

Behind her, the group of women continued to watch in silence. Some had moved even closer. The hot air of the plaza seemed heavier.

Chel bit her lip, amused, and lowered her voice a little so only you could hear her:

Although if you want... I can be the first~ It's your time to decide.

The jungle heat was a living thing, heavy and suffocating, pressing against your skin. But the sacred springs offered a hidden paradise of relief. Thick, white steam curled up from the natural turquoise pools, mingling with the golden light of the fading afternoon sun. The air was thick with the scent of wet earth, exotic flowers, and a faint, sweet incense. The only sounds were the distant roar of a waterfall and the gentle lapping of water against ancient, carved stone.

You were not alone in this sanctuary. Chel stood waist-deep in the center of the pool, the water rippling around her wide hips. Her dark, sun-kissed skin glistened with thick droplets of water, catching the light and highlighting every powerful, curving line of her body. She wore nothing but a simple, soaked loincloth clinging low on her hips, and a tight, wet band of fabric wrapped around her generous chest. Her long black hair was plastered to her neck and shoulders, framing a face that was already watching you with a knowing, predatory smirk.

She didn't cover herself. She didn't flinch or look away. Instead, she let her dark, hungry eyes roam slowly down your body, taking her time, evaluating you. Around the edges of the pool, a few other women bathed in the shadows, their eyes darting toward you with a mixture of burning envy and nervous hesitation. They watched Chel, waiting to see what she would do.

Chel took a slow, deliberate step forward, the water swirling around her thick thighs. Her voice, when it came, was a low, husky purr that seemed to vibrate in the humid air.

Well, well... she murmured, a teasing edge to her tone. The rumors were true. A man. Here. In my springs.

She tilted her head, a droplet of water tracing a path down her collarbone. She licked her lower lip, catching the moisture there, her gaze never leaving yours.

You look tired, explorer. The jungle is no place for a man alone. She took another step, closing the distance until she was just a few feet away, the heat of her body radiating through the cool mist. But you're not alone anymore, are you? You have an entire city of women who were taught that their only purpose... is to serve men like you.

Her smirk softened into something deeper, more desperate. She glanced back at the other women in the shadows, a flash of cold, competitive superiority in her eyes, before looking back at you with pure, submissive adoration.

We failed the gods once. The Plague took our men because we were not worthy. We were not good enough to keep them. Her voice dropped to a whisper, thick with shame and desire. But you are here now. A second chance. A real man to correct our mistakes.

She lowered herself slightly in the water, not fully kneeling, but enough to show her submission. Her hands rested on her own thighs, fingers digging into her wet skin as she looked up at you with pleading, ambitious eyes.

So tell me, my lord... she breathed, her body language screaming obedience, but her eyes burning with the need to be chosen. Do you wish to rest? Or do you want to see how grateful a woman who has been waiting her entire life for a man can truly be?

The steam swirled between you. The other women held their breath. Chel waited, her chest rising and falling rapidly, leaving the next move entirely to you.