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- Cortés and Malinalli, in the water, facing each other, looked into each other's eyes and
- They discovered their destiny and their inevitable union. Cortes understood that Malinalli was
- his true conquest, that there, amid the abyss of the black eyes of that
- woman, there were the jewels that he was looking for so much. Malinalli, by his side, felt
- that on Cortez's lips and in his saliva there was a liquid piece of God, a piece
- of eternity and that she urged to taste it and keep it between her lips. The
- clouds in the sky began to move with extraordinary speed. He
- atmosphere was loaded with moisture and lubricated both the feathers of the birds, the leaves of
- the trees like Malinalli's vagina. The gray clouds, like the penis of
- Polite, they made a great effort to contain the water, to retain it, not to leave it
- fall, for not releasing your precious liquid. Cortes still had time to ask before
- of throwing on her:
- "How is that god?"
- And Malinalli still had time to respond before being possessed:
- "Eternal, like yours, only that his eternity is not invisible to you."
- Our god evaporates, makes drawings in the sky, moves capriciously in the
- clouds, shouts his presence, spills his conscience and quenches our thirst and our
- fear...
- Courteous, eyes burning with desire and putting his hand on the
- Malinalli's chest interrupted her:
- -Are you afraid?
- Malinalli shook his head. Gentle, then, stroked her slowly, with the
- wet hand He turned the nipple of the woman-girl with the tips of his fingers. Malinalli
- He started shaking. Cortes ordered him to continue talking about his god. I thought
- satisfy your desire a little but nothing more, I didn't want to break everyone's promise
- those who participated in the company that they would respect indigenous women.
- Malinalli continued his speech as he could, as Cortés had already put his nipple
- in his mouth and licked it with lust.
- "Our god gives life eternally ... That is why our god is water ..."
- Cortes' ambitious mind could not do more and wanted to possess Malinalli and his
- God at the same time. Pleasure exploded in his mind, and the fire of his heart wanted
- evaporate forever that god called Tlaloc, that water god. He charged Malinalli,
- He pulled it out of the water and there, at the edge of the river, he penetrated it strongly. In that instant the
- Heaven also exploded and dropped the rain on them.
- Cortes did not find out about lightning, all he knew was the warmth
- that was in the center of Malinalli's body, the way his member
- He pushed and opened the tight wall of the girl's vagina. He didn't care that his
- passion and strength will hurt Malinalli. He didn't care if lightning strikes near them.
- He didn't care about anything other than going in and out of that body.
- Malinalli remained mute and his black eyes, more beautiful than ever, were
- watery, had tears contained. At each attack, Malinalli felt how the
- Cortes naked and hairy torso brushed her breasts and gave her pleasure. There he had
- the answer to your concern about what it would feel like to touch a skin with hair.
- Malinalli, despite having received that violence in his body, in his delirium he recalled
- what your grandmother, with a sweet voice, as if the birds, all, had
- deposited his spirit in his throat, he had said
- day before dying:
- —There are tears that are healing and blessing of the lord of the fence and the side.
- They are water that is also liquid voice language that sings to the fragmentation of
- the light is the essence of our god that unites the extremes and reconciles
- irreconcilable.
- For a few minutes — which seemed eternal — Cortes penetrated her over and over
- once, wildly, as if all the force of nature were contained in
- his being. Meanwhile, it rained so hard that passion and that orgasm remained
- buried in water, the same as Malinalli's tears, who for a moment
- she had stopped being "the tongue" to become a simple woman, quiet, without
- voice, a simple woman who did not carry on her shoulders the enormous
- responsibility to build with his saliva the conquest. A woman who, far from what
- that could be expected, he felt relief to recover his condition of submission, because
- the feeling of being an object at the service of the
- Men who be the creator of their destiny.
- It seemed that no one but God witnessed the outburst of that lustful anger, of
- that passionate revenge, of that loving hatred, but it wasn't like that, Jaramillo, a captain
- that he was fighting next to Cortes, he had looked at them, and in his conscience he was recorded
- Malinalli's figure and he was attracted — as never before — by that woman that Cortes,
- his boss had possessed.
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