(Through the looking Glass POV (2)) The fall of Threyja

Threyja POV

The room was covered in a drifting blue mist. A small sized hut with closed windows and stoned tiled walls. Threyja sat partially nude in the middle against a white furred rug. Draped in only martial wrappings covering her breasts and her lower region. Sweat ran down her smooth olive skin profusely whilst she fought tirelessly against the raging heat coursing through her body. Noticeably her cheeks were incredibly rosy whilst her lips quivered every now and again. Her mind was in turmoil as tried to resist the animalistic urges throbbing throughout every part of her body.

‘This is...this is becoming unbearable’ Ever since she returned from that mission Threyja was barely able to keep her lust in check. She spent the first few days relieving her urges in ways she would never have dared too before. Her fingers had explored nearly every inch of her tight pussy. Before the sheer thought of that would leave her completely embarrassed. But these days the thought of that action was enough to leave her tingling all over.

‘Something had happened... some-something has gone wrong.’ A few months ago when she had first noticed these changes within her body she trained twice as hard in an attempt to steer her mind clear from the sudden primal urges pouring into her body, for some odd reason her hands in particular were the object of her deep arousal. At first she merely brushed it off as part of her growth spurt as an Elf. So in response to that she decided to wear clothes to escape the torment her body was putting her through. Gloves had become her new fashion accessory.

That was three months ago and although her cultivation progress had slowed down, she still was able to complete quests and strengthen her powers a little. But now...now she could barely stabilize enough pure Qi to reinforce martial movements.

She felt the burning sensation against her back subside dramatically and then her ears captured laborious breathing from her rear.

“Master! Don’t overdo it!” she voiced whilst she swiftly twisted around to find an elderly pale haired elf seated in the lotus position, with strands of her silver hair stuck against her leathery pale skin.

‘M-Master...her Qi...She’s been draining it nonstop for 6 days now to dispel the poison. Th-this can't go on.’ Threyja understood very well that she had incurred some sort of bodily poison somehow. By the judge of how this had worsened over time she could only conclude that the poison had been incurred quite some time ago.

“It’s...cough-cough...n-nothing my disciple. I am merely nowhere young nor strong enough to perform the distilling of Qi over long periods of time.” she wiped the black blood stains away from the corners of her lips.

“But have no fear. We will find a cure. I swear it...but for now sigh. I'm afraid yo-your Qi is only making the poison spread quicker. I’ve never seen anything quite like it my poor disciple. A poison that eats away at Qi and the more you attempt to use Qi to get rid of it, the worser it becomes.”

Threyja could sense the deep sadness through her master's stiff words. Her master was not only a renowned cultivator, but ever since she had migrated to the Lucien kingdom. Her fame as a well-versed healer had spread across the entire citadel. if her master had no hopes of healing her then all was doomed. The worst part about this unknown illness was the shattering truth that she could no longer cultivate until she figured out how to deal with it.

“I have already sent letters to high officials within the royal palace. I am calling for their aid especially for all the favors I’ve done for the crown. I...I just need you to be patient until I know more.”

“B-but mast...”

“I know...your martial way...I understand it better than anyone. But you only leave yourself at the mercy of this poison if you choose to continue to expose yourself to the world whilst carrying such a thing.”

Threyja didn’t know what to say. She eventually nodded her head to acknowledge her masters' words. She swiftly got changed into her dark hunter wears and bade her master a goodbye’.

‘My martial way...h-how do I overcome this.’ She almost wanted to cry but couldn’t bring herself to break down outside. All Threyja wanted to do was go home and shut herself in but it seems the world had a habit of forcing her to do the things she didn’t want to do and ignore the things she wanted.

After she closed her master's homely cottage doors she saw an elegant dressed Elf leaning against the tallest tree hidden beneath the shade as he closed his two eyes. Seemingly meditating or lost in his own world.

A familiar and devilishly handsome fellow with green hair and expensive looking armour on..

‘Marco? W-what's he doing here.’ Threyja wasn’t sure why but seeing his handsome face sent a little flutter in her bosom. She shook her head to free herself from the thoughts creeping into her mental. The poison was truly making her think disastrous things.

“Ah Frey-Frey you’re done...h-how are you feeling?” Marco asked with a sincereness in his lowered tone.

“Sigh...it’s not good, I... I’m not allowed to cultivate...”

“What! Why not! Threya tell me everything what’s going on!”

Threyja was a little surprised to see the speed in which Marco used to appear right in front of her. Without even saying anything back he clasped her palmswithin his own. His slightly trembling gaze focused on her .

“Eh?”

Seconds later and Threyja felt an uncontrollable urge of lust bloom from the space just above her pussy.

“Auh...ahhh” her knees went weak as she tumbled to the ground.

Marco swiftly held her arm to help stable her footing.

“Threya talk to me! What's going on-sh-shal I call for some help?”

“N-n-no its fine.”

‘He touched my hands and my body instantly got so hot...I... I need to keep my distance from him…this…this is very bad.’

She took a few steps away from Marco who’s concerned look swiftly changed into one of bewilderment.

“Wh-what wrong Threyja? Is it the poison?”

Threyja’s body was hot...very hot and with her cheeks completely red she understood her only option was to keep a safe distance...especially from Marco.

She could only feebly nod her head whilst she felt a burning yearning heat between her legs.

“T-tell me all about it...it’s ok if you want to keep your distance. Here I have something for you.” Marco tapped one of the three silver spatial ringers against his finger and took a small violet bottle with green liquid swirling inside of it.

“Erm this...this should help” he shyly said taking a few steps away before he lightly handed the bottle to her. Making sure their hands never touched in the process.

Threyja caught all these signals from him, inwardly she was both shocked and glad he was being considerate. But her attention was more focused on the glassed bottle.

“Marco...wh-what is...”

“Trust me Frey just drink it...you’ll cool down afterwards.”

‘Cool down? H-how...no! Don’t tell me he knows.’ Her mind started to race whilst she drew all the possibilities of Marco discovering the effects of the poison coursing through her veins.

She noticed Marco slightly turning pink whilst he almost childishly avoided her gaze. Threyja took another lasting look at the glassed bottle before uncorking the lid away and gulping the entire liquid.

Like an ice cold storm against a raging volcano. Threyja felt her body slowly cooling down. Her eyes flashed wide in astonishment. ‘What sort of high-grade potion was that?”

“Marco! Where did you...”

“I made it myself. You forget on the Azure mountain what my family specialized in? Which is how I know...sigh…which is how I can tell you’ve been tainted with a poison which carries aphrodisiac qualities .”

Threyja’s bones froze upon hearing that. ‘S-so he did know” She wasn’t sure why but she started to slowly roll Qi through her feet readying herself to run away.

“Sigh. I’ve worked with countless flowers, herbs, potions and what not. I can tell when someone has been afflicted with particular poisons. That potion will only last for a few hours and its not something I advise you to rely on.”

“Wh-whats wrong with it.”

“Well...the more you take it the less time you have between...arousal episodes.”

Threyja’s eyes couldn’t help but flash wide out of horror . “Then tell me how to cure myself! Marco I need your help! I cant cultivate like this” her voice had almost broken into a **** cry.

“Sigh. It’ll take me some time but as far as I know there isnt any common cure for those sorts of high-grade poisons. And to make matters worse we’re Elves Frey-Frey. We’re most **** to ailments and afflictions of this nature…so I...”

“Wh-what is it? Tell me please I'll do anything?”

“There is something less risky, less painful and doesn’t cost a fortune.”

“Yes what is it tell me.!”

“D-don’t hate me for saying this but...you have to give in to the urges.”

Her brows narrowed slightly with confusion.

“What I mean is Threyja...as Elves we naturally have cycles where our libido so to speak rises to a crazy level. As you may already know that is the reason our ancestors used to take life partners at an early age in order to practice the art of...dual cultivation.”

“D-dual cultivation...w-what Is that.”

“haha well its better you go and read about it yourself. But that would be your only option...and...and if it is something you will to go through with. Come and find me. It helps to practice the cultivation method with someone strong. Here’s another of that potion. But be careful Frey-Frey.”

**

That night Threyja could hardly sleep. Her entire body was covered in sweat as she couldn’t stop rubbing the top of her pussy with her fingers. She had first started off slow and clumsy but over time she had found the perfect way to stimulate herself into climaxing.

“Ahh...auh...ahhhhhhhhhh!” Her thighs shook as her body convulsed for the fifth or so time in quick succession ; she bit down against her robe as pieces of her muffled scream broke free. *Squelch* a stream of liquid sprayed out from her pink pussy wetting her legs along with her bed in the process. This would be the 12th consecutive night where she had made herself cum multiple times.

But although she had temporarily relieved the heat within her body. She felt a slight disappointment.

‘By the morning the heat will come back and it’ll be just as bad as it always was.’ Her mind was in chaos as she tried to find things to keep her busy. She had already decided on four quests she was hoping to speed run tomorrow. ‘I...i should ask Marco for another potion...just in case.’

She headed his warning about the potion but she also understood how vital it was for her growth to keep cultivating at this level. ‘ I can handle it...for the sake of my martial way I must overcome this.’ Whilst she tried her best to psyche herself up she recalled what Marco suggested concerning that ancient martial technique.

‘Dual cultivation? I haven't heard of it before but I should be able to find something about it in the library.’

The next morning Threyja made sure she got up early enough to take a trip to one of the libraries open to Bronze ranked knights and above, located not too far from the adventurers guild. The western part of Lucia was busy as it always was. Jam packed with people peddling all manner of goods, from weapons, useless or old treasures, fashionable wears or enchanted apparel, spell books and even a few exotic mounts.

Threyja moved swiftly through the throngs of bodies and eventually discovered the place of her interest. A tall stoned looking tower with a modest merchant stall out front and a wide entrance. The library was far from the largest one in the citadel , but it was the closest to where she was staying and also was supposed to be one of the best in storing books about all things concerning cultivation methods and techniques from across the realms. Similar to a martial hall, only people at a certain level of power could enter.

There was an old fellow seated by the front desk, half asleep with a strong scent of wine wafting from his baggy clothes. His eyes snapped open as soon as he sensed Threyja’s arrival.

“Knight rank?” he asked lazily

“Br-bronze”

“hm?” He seemed to notice the shape of her ears suddenly as he observed her face

“Cultivation?”

“Second stage of the Qi condensation.”

“Hmm not bad. Here, take this, you have access to the first 3 floors and the restricted section for 30 minutes. Don’t try to stay longer than that, your mind will turn into paste if you disobey.”

Threyja didn’t mind the old mans stern comment and gave him a sweet smile before she accepted the jade token and proceeded up the wooden stairs.

The first two floors were rather crowded but once she made it to the third floor she hardly noticed anyone here. Time was of the essence as she had already scheduled a mission with one of the companies she had formed close affiliation with due to the ties they both shared with one of her masters.

Threyja flicked through random books, finding herself lost in the love stories she always enjoyed reading whenever she had the time to come here. Her mind would always fall upon her first love, Thorjen. She spent a little more than usual with this before she pried her eyes away and placed the books back in their keep. Next she searched the cultivation sections but was unable to locate anything close enough to the ‘Dual cultivation.’

Almost 1 hour had passed and she still found no luck. When she was just on the verge of giving up, she decided to check briefly in the restricted area. Reminded that this section was supposed to be a lot different than anywhere else within the library.

Threyja took a few steps into the restricted area and instantly knew why. The air had turned so thin she almost struggled to breathe. A gentle pink smoke begun rising out from her skin, swiftly coating her in a protective layer of Qi. Knowing she couldn’t possibly keep this up her eyes eagerly scanned the shelves.

‘W-wait what is this.’ There was a book bound in golden and brown casing which jumped out to her. The words Dual cultivation and the art of seduction written on its front. A small sense of excitement surprisingly welled within her chest, she swiftly opened the book and flipped through the coarse pages. The more pages she turned, the redder her cheeks turned.

Threyja couldn’t believe what was contained inside of this book. She almost wanted to throw it as far away as she could, wash her eyes out and pretend she hadn’t just spent a great deal of her time reading through such filth.

‘M-marco what the h-hell...he...he wants me to do...’ The sheer thought of it had left torn between fright and sheer rage. Refusing to believe he was actually serious about this she put the book back in tis placed and swiftly left the library.

‘Th-that is crazy...everyone is crazy I just need to deal with this on my own. I’ll get stronger, cultivate to a higher realm and overcome this problem. I won't fail.’ With her new found resolve she balled her fists tightly and headed towards the meet up point for her first quest of the day.

The summers evening marked the skies settled above the Lucien kingdom in sandy gold and violet tint. A watch guard beltched a loud yawn as he wiped the tears against his eyes.

A group of beautiful women approached from the forests. They were all dressed in skimpy skin tight armour, long smooth legs and alluring full breasts.

“Shh be nice Mimi it’s not her fault.” spoke a girl with blue and pink hair, hooped earrings and dark tanned skin.

“Pfft! Little miss perfect is having a hard time controlling her Qi and I’m the one who has to be quiet. Fat chances that Selpha. Hahaha she almost got eaten today if she was half a second slow enough.”

“Shut it Mimi-That’s no way to talk to a senior!”

“We all know master is playing favourites. Why else would an Elf who couldn’t wield a sword 8 months ago be placed at the top of our group. Hmph, maybe she’s using those seductive Elven powers I've heard about. Look at those tits bouncing around. She damn well almost got me”

“She can hear us Mimi be quiet...”

Threyja of course could hear every word being spoken behind her back. But what could she say to defend herself. Mimi was right, today she had only been a burden to the rest of the group

Nothing she said would change that truth. Threyja couldn’t remember the last time she felt so useless. It was painful to even imagine going another day like this. She held no control over her QI to the point she felt as though the more she used it the more harm she was doing to her body then good.

What made matters ten times worst was that instead of guilt and rage, she was still feeling so horny and flustered. The only thing she could think about was rushing home and rubbing the wet folds between her sacred place many times over.

‘Times like this I wish...I wish you were here.’ Thinking about Thorjen again always made her heart hurt, so these days she tried her best not to dwindle on those beautiful and yet painful memories of him. But if he was around, he would surely have all the answers she needed.

“Hey who’s that hot fellow by the gate there?”

“Hm oh my he is devilishly handsome isnt he...say he’s an Elf isn't he?”

“Ho-oh looks like your boyfriend is here Frey. Thats why you couldn’t get your head in the game. Too busy worrying about cock-Ouch! Why you hitting me for Salpha.”

Threyja narrowed her gaze ahead as a slenderly tall, handsome young Elf was standing by one of the tall grey pillars placed just before the entrance into the Eastern gate leading towards the Lucian Kingdom. Marco had his two arms folded and his eyes almost closed whilst a soft breeze moved past him, his lavishly green hairs fluttered with the wind. Creating a picturesque scene as though in this very moment he was carved by the guardians themselves.

Threyja felt her heart beating wildly. ‘Threyja get a hold of yourself...this is the poisons fault... It-it’s just Marco?’ She tried to reason with the insatiable urges pouring into her heart, but how could she win against this constant pulsating heat moving through every part of her body.

Marco sensed her approach and creased a cheerful grin. Threyja felt her cheeks warm again but she was also pissed off he tried to suggest those nonsense antics for her to partake in. She lowered her head and made an attempt to ignore him as she walked straight passed him.

“H-hey Threyja wait” Marco was swift on his heels and swiftly grabbed hold of her by her hand.

“Ah!” Threyja almost jumped as she felt a n intoxicating shock against her hand which ran along her arm and settled against her breasts. Making her nipples harden.

“D-d-don’t...touch me” her mouth whimpered whilst she tried to hide her excitement mixed in with pain at the same time.

“Hey why are you avoiding me Frey-frey? Didn’t you follow my advice about the-”

“Stop it Marco! I k-know what you’re trying to do. I thought you had...changed.”

Marcos eyes flashed with a look of surprise before they slowly lowered into a half vacant, half disappointed gaze.

“You still think so lowly of me...after everything we’ve been through?” he sighed whilst he gently rubbed the side of his temple

“We haven’t...b-been through...anything” Threyja could hardly sustain the growing heat coursing dangerously throughout her body. She needed to leave right now! Before...before she did the unthinkable.

“Dual cultivation? I...i know what that is...an-and-and I don’t need to sink into doing something so vulgar...I’m st...strong.” She was constantly fighting her words through her gritted teeth. Staring down at the delicate touch Marco held her with, her mind couldn’t fight away the troubled thoughts racing around there.

‘This is bad...this is really bad-wh-whats happening to me.’ Threyja couldn’t wait another second more and snatched her arm away from Marco’s grasp before she turned on her heels and stomped away without looking back.

She hadn't moved far enough when she heard Marco’s voice echoing from her rear

“For your sake...I hope you’re right Threyja! But if not...I’ll be waiting for you!”

Later on during the night.

Threyja again found herslef drenched in sweat, her night gown clung to her skin lewdly. Her two hard nipples rubbed against her thin shirt and sent her into a lustful frenzy. Her slender fingers traced down her firm abdomen, polished in sweat, further down beneath her white lace panties and finally towards her button like clitoris. She rubbed it gently, making a circular motion with her two fingers to stimulate her even more. Then she finally slipped three fingers into her sopping wet pussy.

“Hah!...Nh...Ah...ha-ah...ooou..nh...ah”

*Squeltch...Squeltch*

“Hmmm...squish...squish...ah...hmm..f-fuck-hmm...squish”

‘It feels so good...I...cant get enough of this.’ Her teary and excitable eyes traced down towards her actions. She notcied a brightly pink mark glowing against her abdomen.

‘F-fuck! Whats...whats happening to me!’

“Nhhuu...ahhh....hah” *Squish-Squish-Squish-Squish*

She rammed her three fingers faster and deeper into her flooded hole. The lewd sounds were driving her insane and Threyja found her body only sinking deeper into this pool of unimaginable pleasure.

Whilst her mind was going crazy Threyja suddenly remembered that lewd book, the contents detailed within those pages. The pictures and obscene practices. She was getting so turned on just recalling those pictures. Her fingers continued to wreck her pussy, in and out as fast as she could. And just when she had thought she reached the pinnacle of her lustful pleasure.

She suddenly started to imagine a certain green haired elf, gradually teasing her before violently violating her from behind. The simple diagrams she had seen within the book were quickly replaced by the faces of both her and Marco.

“n-n-no..nyaa...ahhh...wh-why...himmm...hah...*Squish-Squish-Squeltchhhhh!”

“hyaaaaaaaaa...c-cumingggggg”

She lifted her pelvis with her finger still lodged into her soaking we pussy. Threyja sprayed a fountain of juices into the air and climaxed so hard her eyes started to roll back.

“Nyaaa...ahhhhh...f-fuck-it-it won't stoppppp”

*Squeltchhhhhhhh”

After she squirted a large spray of her juices into the air again ,Threyja’s body collapsed against her bed. Her eyes were fuzzy but managed to catch the glimpse of the glowing mark against her womb slowly fade away back into her skin.

Threyja at that moment realised that releasing her lust was the only way to temporarily get rid of the poisons control over her. And at this rate she could only imagine just what she would have to do to overcome this problem.

There was no one she could turn too. None of her friends could understand and how could she risk waiting for her master to find a cure? She only needed to take a glance at the mess she made against her bed.

Her entire legs were dripping with her juices.

Threyja remembered what Marco had shouted out to her whilst she departed, making her body shudder as she could only cover her two eyes with both of her hands and cry deeply into the long night.

**

The next morning the eastern town of the Citadel was bustling with noise as word finally reached all, how Marco had become the youngest ever knight to complete 40 silver ranked quests. What shocked everyone the most was the idea he was a full blooded Elf! Which looked to have giving him more respect amongst the knights and people of the citadel. Since every Warrior understood just how difficult it was to cultivate and hone the true arts of battle aura at such a young age. He was now poised to undergo the Golden Knights exam which will allow him to become a Golden knight and fight for a seat as one of the 13 chosen Holy Wielders of Lucia.

The Lucien Royals would be setting up a tournament in 15 days. On one hand it would be a great way to boost morale amongst the young and aspiring squires. The queen vowed to grant 20 squires the title of an official knight, so long as they participate well during the upcoming tourney.

Threyja took a walk through the crowded cobbled streets, lost in her own thoughts as she tried to piece together the best way to tackle this problem. For the sake of her cultivation she needed to do something about the poison quickly. There was a part of her that even considered venturing back to the Azure mountains for a while in a bid to find a cure.

Amidst her walk she accidentally bumped into the passing towns folk. The nudge was by mistake but the fellows broad shoulders just happen to knock against her left breast and when she stumbled over, he grabbed hold of her hand to help her from falling. For one strange reason Threyja was sure the fellow had mistakenly injected his own Qi into her body in the process, an act that she could usually ward off on most occasions. But this morning, well...she soon realised the depths to the changes of her body.

Threyja suddenly felt that horrible feeling of lust waking itself up again. This time, it arrived with such a violent **** that she ended up keeling over and crumbling to her knees

‘Oh no-oh no-no-no not here’

“Ah sorry there beautiful miss...m-my mistake”

Threyja started to pant as she placed a hand against her chest to help stabilize her breathing. Her legs felt wobbly, she could feel the paralyzing warmth beginning to move from the back of her hands and through her arms towards her breast. With each passing day, Threyja could tell her condition was only worsening. This time the feeling didn’t stop itself there and ended up moving downwards towards her abdomen.

She could feel shadows surrounding her, voices filled with worry whilst wondering what had happened. Threyja couldn’t move, she dared not too in this situation. Her nipples were so hard just the sensation of feeling them rub against her outfit sent deep pleasures running through her body. Knowing that she was on the verge of climaxing in public, she shut her two eyes and bit her lower lips vigorously.

‘please...help...someone help me...’

Once despair was practically on the edge of the door. She heard a voice

“Move-move out the way...let me through...” Marcos voice trumped over all the onlookers.

“h-hey is that...

“Omg its him-he's the one”

“The youngest golden knight”

“Potentially! Haha the pretty boy has to still go through the trial”

The gathered onlookers quickly turned their attention to Marco, whose unexpected arrival proved to be excellent timing.

Threyja could only delicately raise her head towards him. Her entire face was pink and drenched in sweat. ‘M-marco?’ Without a single word he scooped her up effortlessly in his two strong arms.

“Lets get you away from here” he whispered. Threyja wasn’t sure what happened next but she merely saw the entire world around her turn into a green blur.

*Whooooosh*

In the blink of an eye, she then found her surroundings had changed again. She was behind a wooden fence, beneath her were piles of hay and there was no avoiding that strong stench wafting in the air.

All of which currently felt as though it didn’t matter. As the only thing she could thing of was the noble man carrying her in his arms to safety.

“Sigh...I told you to be careful. There's no telling what that mob would've done...h-hey Threyja are you...are you ok?” His words were meant to admonish her, but the care in his eyes betrayed his words.

Threyja felt butterflies in her gut.

‘He’s always here...always looking out for me...since Thorjen died...it's...it's been so hard’ She wasn’t sure if it was the growing sensation of lust within her body or if she was truly starting to see Marco in a new light. But there was something about his presence right now which made her feel very safe and secured. Her face was so close to his chin that she could smell him.

“Auh!” Threyja couldn’t help but moan.

“Threy! Wh-whats the matter?” the warmth from Marcos mouth brushed against her face and Threyja felt her arousal spike beyond its threshold.

“I...I...n-need help.” Her pussy was soaking wet and she knew she was probably leaking juices down her leg. With her nipples still rock hard and constantly rubbing against her shirt. Threyja understood she could no longer fight away these animalistic urges.

Her mind was lost in a sea of pleasure and nothingness. Something switched inside of her at that moment and Threyja leant up and kissed Marco. He was shocked at first and almost stiffened a little.

“Slurp...hmm...hyup...mmm...ah...W-wait F-frey...” He dislodged his tongue out from her mouth and gazed passionately into her eyes.

‘Why ...why did he stop’ she frowned with a pained and excited expression.

Marco didn’t say much and proceeded to carry her to one side of the barn. He gently placed her on a pile of messy hay. Soft as clouds but prickly to her skin.

He then climbed on top of her and lowered covered his mouth over hers. Threyja was shocked by the sudden forcefulness he applied against her. His tongue was so wet and warm, he took command as they both shared a noisy and passionate kiss. Threya knew this was wrong, her insides were practically screaming at her but she couldnt control it any longer. The poison...the affects were just too great to handle.

"hmm...ah...mmmm...slurp...ah...mmm...nhum...Ah-ah...mmm...slurp"

Marco pulled away from her, briefly their slightly parted mouths remained within touching distance. Marco sucked her actual tongue before softly letting go and nibbling on her lowered lip. He pulled away and stood in front of her.

She could only keep her eyes focused on Marco. Somehow in a blink of an eye he had become the most beautiful being she had ever seen. Her heart and her arousal danced in unison

Marco started to remove his gear and allowed it fall onto the ground. He removed his leathers, his chainmail, revealing his chiseled and sculpted torso.

Lastly, he undone the rope tying his breeches together and allowed his trousers to fall.

Threyja almost yelped at the sight of the long and girthy meaty rod that had flopped out into the open. She couldn’t take her eyes away from it, as she started to feel a tingle between her legs worsening. Almost begging her to stick that thing deep inside of her pussy. Threyja unknowingly started to lower her hand towards her dripping wet pussy

‘No...No this...this is wrong...Wh-what am I doing.’ Her eyes stared pleadingly at Marco who had this look of defiance and confidence across his handsome smile.

“now then my beautiful Frey-frey shall we begin the healing process.” He wore a wicked smile whilst licking his lips. Suddenly those caring eyes he had once beheld her with had changed completely, and now he wore the mask of a predator waiting to devour her.

Threyja at this point was beyond too weak to even think of thoughts against it. With her breathing still jagged she could only lower her gaze slightly before she gently nodded her head.

“y-yes...p-please heal me.”