Geary

Thorjen

Thorjen wrestled with the truth within his mind for a short while.

Afterall, he understood better than anyone else the condition his body was in. He was born with a rare body constitution, the cold Yin meridian disease it was called. A condition which froze his acupoints and stopped him from being able to cultivate. But on the other hand he was born with an incredibly intellectual mind, a sea of conscious so vast that Elders had proclaimed he was a child of heaven, a boy chosen by the fates. The children of fates were usually the cornerstone pieces in every generation they were born into. The fates could also see the flow of time and thus sometimes see fragments of the days yet to arrive.

And now, his acceptance of the Guardian of Chaos’s inheritance.

Between the three states warring within his mind body and soul, not even he understood which one he had to thank for the often-little miracles which occurred around him.

‘I shouldn’t tell people about Mastramundus just yet, there’s no telling if they’ll treat me like a demon because of it.’ He wasn’t naïve enough into thinking the martial art Mastramundus had taught him was in any way noble or righteous.

Especially so when he considered the type of life Mastramundus himself lived himself. Thorjen could constantly feel that little red bead he cultivated gradually yearning for one single emotion in particular...chaos and rage. From it he was even more certain these arts would place him under the same banner as those labelled as unorthodox cultivators. He could remember that term being mentioned in one of the many ancient texts kept hidden within the deep halls of the Azure Mountain. 'The demonic sect...who once existed a very long time ago.'

Thorjen exhaled a deep sigh, he thought it was probably better to tell the truth considering Geary had been somewhat welcoming to him since he arrived at this place.

“You see...”

Thorjen began narrating to Geary his ill-fated life thus far. From his rare bodily constitution which had supposedly made him a child of the fates, to the rare cold yin meridians disease. His short-lived journey towards the mainland and his sudden arrival on these shores. He wasn’t so trusting at this point into revealing the guardian of chaos inheritance, but he could tell from the looks of shock, intrigue and sadness flashing across Gearys pretty face, that his story was enough to stoke an uncomfortable feeling inside of her for a short while.

By the end of his talk the woman wearing the large pointy hat could only watch her feet in silence whilst they slowly walked through the long corridor. They almost reached the far end where Thorjen noticed an open room to the left side of him. An open spaced room filled with porcelain tiles covering the entire ground and the walls.

There were two cubicles separating two spacious baths filled with steamy clear water. He could barely believe there was such a pristine looking bathhouse back here. He heard of these from some of the Elven elders but he never actually got to ever see one before.

Lost in the beauty of the ambiance and the idea he could finally take a relaxing bath, he hadn’t noticed when Geary arrived by his side. Standing so close to him, Thorjen caught a full whiff of her intoxicating scent. Other than his mother and possibly Threyja he couldn’t remember someone's presence making him feel like this. He tried shifting his mind elsewhere in a bid to steer his thoughts to somewhere else. The more he thought about Threyja the guilt would slowly counterattack Geary's invisible control enticing him.

“It’s something isn't it? This is just one of the small things magic can do “Explained Geary proudly. Thorjen nodded his head in understanding, he was beginning to imagine the things he would accomplish once he learned magic. ‘That’s if nothing out of the ordinary happens to me again.’

“Feel free to choose one of the baths over there, I'll prepare some clothes for you to wear. Fufufu don’t look so surprise I was able to gauge your sizes from a quick look”

“Ah-I see...M-magic again?” he asked a little unsure

“Of course not silly, a woman's intuition! “

**

Thorjen had shed his tattered garments away like a snake leaving behind its old skin. He couldn't help taking a second look at the pile of well worn clothes once clung to his skin. 'Nine months ey? sigh...'

He placed a single toe into the warm bath first before slowly descending his entire body into the incredibly soothing warm waters.

"Auhaa!" he exhaled with a breath filled with delight as a rush of great calmness ran across his bones.

Thorjen couldn't recall the last time he felt so relaxed, with half of his tired body submerged into one of the steaming warm pools. He felt a sudden wave of blissfulness washing through him.

‘So much has happened it feels like a blur’ he couldn’t sort out all the feelings and thoughts spiraling through his mental. He was too tired for that. So much had also changed within his own body. ‘This...inheritance.’ There was an insatiable hunger deep inside of his stomach. He knew it was the tiny red bead festering in his empty space of consciousness, feeding off his emotions and gradually changing himself.

‘I still don’t understand anything. My acupoints may have been forcefully opened by the guardian of chaos, but my body still can’t contain Qi for long periods of time and there’s no telling when I'll be able to properly start cultivating the inheritance...sigh...I wonder how they’re doing right now.’ He gently closed his eyes and could see the faces of both Julien and Threyja again. The last time they were all together their smiles were filled with excitement as they shared in the happiness of hearing he would be venturing to the mainland with them.

The corners of his mouth slightly trembled, but then a dark thought suddenly invaded his daydream. Thorjen could see a naked Threyja wrapped in the arms of Marco! Their tongues were entwined in a lewd manner. Threyjas moans were growing louder with a look of intoxication filled within her gaze. Thorjen suddenly snapped his eyes open. He heard the still waters being disturbed around him. 'What the...what the fuck was that I just saw...'

“W-w-what are you...” Before he could say anything else, a very voluptuous and curvy naked figure slowly walked into the pool. Geary’s naked body cut an incredibly sexy image. One which held Thorjen in a speechless trance.

Her full breasts almost swayed from side to side by the gravity weighing them down. She had large pink areoles with wet long purple hair partially falling against her fair skin. Her eyes looked unbothered, but he saw a slight redness to her cheeks once their eyes briefly met.

“Thorjen…about what you told me earlier. Well…I know we don’t actually know one another so well yet. But I’ll…I guess what I’m trying to say is.

I’ve always been a believer in the fates and a lot of times our misfortunes tend to happen for a reason. You’ve been through a lot, just like me. So perhaps it’s fate’s desires to have us meet up like this. As bizarre as it sounds but maybe the one who brought us all here together understood we all needed each other at the right time.”

Thorjen felt his heartstrings being pulled. ‘Whats gotten into me.’ His eyes desperately tried to look anywhere else but Geary's alluring naked full figure, in the end his gaze always returned to her incredibly large breasts half submerged into the water.

Geary held a playful smile, trying to ignore the fact Thorjen looked star struck by her body. And at this point...he could care to hide it.

The idea she didn’t say much meant she probably didn’t mind it. They spoke about more light hearted things for a short while. Geary being much older than him had quite the number of adventures to share with him.

Thorjen enjoyed her playful attitude and her witty humour. She reminded him strangely of his own mother somewhat.

“Say Thorjen what do you think of older woman?” She asked him bluntly.

“Ah-wh-wh-w-h-at do you mean by that?” He knew exactly what she meant of course but couldn’t say anything else in response. Ever since she entered the pool with him his dick had been throbbing constantly, without the surrounding water he was sure it would be starting to hurt.

“Fufufu has anyone told you how pretty you look. I heard Elven men were even prettier than human women. And I can't say I trusted those rumors until today.” When Geary licked her lips Thorjen felt something wild stir in his lower region. A startling warmth which spiked a subtle hunger in his gut. Geary giggled like a young woman before she stood up again. This time she forwardly walked towards the stunned Thorjen. Her large breasts coated in water were a sight to behold. They bounced lewdly as she waded through the water. Her body was truly a work of art if he had ever seen one.

She submerged her curvaceous figure back into the water, from this close distance Thorjen could grab those two great mounds of flesh if he willed. He swallowed his spit down his throat and made a subtle attempt to move back.

Geary swam closer to him and almost trapped him into the corner of the pool.

“You’re blushing...why are you running Thorjen? Am I not pretty enough?” her soft mouth spoke sensually, Thorjen felt his heart jump, he almost winced at the saddened expression swirling within her pretty eyes, and suddenly he felt a foreign hunger fill his entire mind. Something sleeping dormant within him urged him to eat...to eat until there was nothing left.

Thorjen lost his clear reasoning and moved his face closer to her own. Their lips touched and he saw a slightly surprised look flash across Geary’s face. But then her eyelids lowered, he felt her wet and soft hands moving up his arms before wrapping themselves behind his neck. Geary pulled him closer as her mouth parted aside opening Thorjens own in the process. Her warm tongue swum into his mouth and started to playfully entangle with his own.

Thorjens movements were slightly clumsy but he felt an animalistic instinct growing the more Geary continued to passionately kiss him. Soon enough the air was filled with nothing but the loud sounds of their lewd and lengthy kiss.

"mmhmp...uhmp...slurp...slurp...chu-mmhmm...Ahh...slurp...hmmm"

Once their finally parted, their opened mouths remained close enough for their breaths to brush against one another. Thorjen had never felt anything like this before his heart was jumping so fast. One kiss had awakened something he wasn’t sure how to deal with at this moment. An animalistic lust.

Geary pressed her large wet breasts against his chest. At the same time she removed one of her arms away from the back of his neck and lowered her hand into the water. A curious glint appeared across Thorjens eyes until he felt a soft hand firmly grabbing hold of his dick.

“Auh!”

“Hmmm you’re so...so big” Geary’s eyes had changed and the corners of her mouth raised into a cat like smile as she brought her mouth closer to his ears.

“You know-you could break a lot of hearts with a thing this big you know, fufufu I wonder how it feels deep...deep inside of me. Do you want to feel it too...” Before Thorjen had any chance of protesting Geary started to move her hand up and down in a continuous motion.

"Fap...fap...fap"

"Ahhh"

A wave of pleasure filled his entire body but thorjen couldn’t shake away this feeling of guilt. Threyjas beautiful face appeared within his thoughts.

“Auh...I...I-c-can't...Hmm”

“Of course you can baby...hmmm look how big and hard you've gotten.” Geary’s hand moved faster beneath the water Thorjen could feel his dick being massaged, jerked and smoothed in rapid succession as her movements sent splashes around the bath. He felt something about to happen and through his gasps he still attempted to plead for Geary to stop.

But just when her hands were getting closer to bringing his urges to their climax. Geary covered his mouth again with her own and swirled her warm tongue furiously into his mouth as though she wanted to devour him.

“Mmmm...ah..hmmmm...*smack*...mmm”

“Mmm-ah-s-somethings comiing...ah-ah-Grrrrrr-auhhhh! cumminggggg” Thorjen felt an incredible sensation of euphoria running through every fiber of his body. Within the darkness tehe red bead shook violently as he released a thick amount of a white substance as his entire body expelled a foreign power which left him floating in a blissful emptiness. Being in the pool he saw large ropes of milky white substance floating around the clear water.

“Ohh my look how much you let out fufufufu see baby...feels better doesn’t it.”

Her words were laced with something potent, Thorjen couldn’t resist her. Regardless of the deep feeling within his own chest of guilt. Whenever Geary moved her full lips, he fell into a trance.

‘This is bad...I can't...I cant handle her at all.’

Thorjen felt this newly relationship spelled nothing but trouble from henceforth. But that feeling...it felt so incredible.

Amidst his daydream and thoughts of slow growing guilt, Geary gave him a wet kiss against his cheek. She giggled playfully before she waded away back to her side of the bath.

**

Thorjen and Geary had gotten dressed and headed back out into the main tavern. The quartet were all gathered around a single table with a mug of what Thorjen could only make out to be that drink called wine that made his chest very hot.

The girl with colourful hair stood up dutifully and approached him first. “Call me Tails?” she said holding out her hand.

“Th-thorjen” he awkwardly stammered. Her hands felt slightly cold. Or was his own just unusually warm.

“Hehehe be careful, I hear the women of Lucia enjoy devouring pretty things like you cutiepie.” Her eyes were laced with seductive glare. Thorjen could only chuckle lightly whilst trying not to think too much on her words.

The next to approach him was the other girl of the group. She was short with a blue ponytail and a dead pan expressionless gaze. She merely nodded before returning to her seat. Her fitted armour lightly clanked whilst she walked away

“Buhahaha don’t mind her she’s a woman of few words, just don’t wake her up too early or disturb her sleep. That my friend is the quickest way to earn yourself a dagger to your ass. She’s Rain by the way and you can call me Max-mother named me Maximus- can you fucking believe it.” The loud voice also belonged to the largest man in the room.

A dark-skinned fellow with a chiseled jaw line, full lips with bright hazel eyes. Thorjen was a little taken a back at how gentle the hulking fellow looked when he smiled. He traced the tall axe placed flatly on the ground beside his feet. He felt a slight shiver when he imagined just how devastating the bite from such a blade would be.

“Hey weak one the names Morgan. Tsk cant say I've got any nice words to say. Unlike these motley fellows I'm not one to bask in comradery with weaklings. So you better tell us what's your deal.” The voice speaking was the one face he had almost forgotten about, but hearing his choice of words Thorjens brow narrowed and a look of annoyance crept across his gaze.

‘That’s what it was...he reminds me of Marco.’

Safe to say out of all the faces he missed on the azure mountain, Marco’s certainly wasn’t one of them.

Before Thorjen held a chance to retort he heard someone clearing their throat beside him. He took a quick look at the figure, his eyes instantly fell against her sexy figure and incredibly well-endowed chest.

“Morgan, we we should be celebrating number 6’s arrival. This means we can finally start the treasure hunt.” She clicked her two fingers and magically conjured a short map into her hands.

Thorjen noticed a very uncomfortable look currently formed against Morgans face. A look torn between annoyance and fear.

“Our benefactor wants us to complete a hidden trial secretly residing not too far away from here. Only the trial requires 6 people. Considering our overall combined level should be at the peak stages of a Silver Knight’s rank. I don’t believe we should be encountering any issues? Good now that’s been cleared up do we have any complaints? No? Brilliant then let's be on our way then!”

Thorjen somehow found himself being moved with the tide. In a single day he had stumbled out of a deep prison like cave, discovered a small group of knights, a sorceress and was now the 6th member of their unusual group. He couldn’t shake away the feelings of fear and subtle worry as he thought about what he read within that letter addressed to him.

‘This doesn’t feel right. In fact I can almost guarantee something bad is at play here. But I must stay calm, stay alert and just make sure I make it out of this alive. Mother...Julien...Th-threyja. I’m coming home’

After they left the lonely cabin in the woodlands behind. Thorjen and the group ventured through the surrounding crowded jungle. Now that Thorjen was washed and clothed in clean wears he felt much more alert to the things around him. There were primates watching them from a vantage point high up into the jungles. Covered in pale fur with bright pink faces.

Large birds with heavy colorful feathers too cautious to remain in close proximity of the approaching group . It was curious to see from Thorjens perspective as he wondered why they hadn't encountered anything near enough as problematic as that great dark-skinned beast he met when he first arrived here. Just picturing that creature in his mind made him shudder.

The area around him had changed somewhat, he noticed incredibly large mushrooms appearing in different colors with a host of whimsical looking furred creatures running along the crunchy ground whenever their group neared.

Along the way he also started noticing more and more closed brown doors appearing in random places along the jungle. Geary briefly explained that this side of the forest had once housed a large community of dwarves. 7 Tribes of Norman Half foots, famed for their exceptional wit in crafting the hardest materials into appliances and armour.

"That was until the demon invasion so long ago. Where the Elves had lost 2'3rds of their territory, whilst the human kingdoms somehow thrived amongst the genocide."

Thorjen enjoyed Geary's knowledge about the wider world greatly unknown to him at this point.

Eventually his curiosity got the best of him. He turned towards the sole person walking beside him during their journey. Whilst the rest of the company walked ahead the tall legged and large breasted Geary chose to stay close by him.

“Hm? Something on your mind cutie?” She asked in that sultry voice which stirred something inside of Thorjen each time he heard it.

“Y-yes...is it normal that we haven’t come across any trouble?” He asked slightly shifting his gaze between her clear eyes and her slender white neck leading down to her huge breasts.

“Oh right you’re still a baby fufufu. Well you see we aren't so different from animals. A lot of the beasts around here carry what we call beast cores. And beast cores depending on the rank of the beast, can either be fetched for a pretty penny, be used for trade or be used to create weapons and armor.

A stronger beast can use its aura to sense the aura of other beings nearby. So simply put it looks like our combined auras are strong enough to scare away most of the creatures here.”

Thorjen nodded his head in understanding. He had a feeling these fellows weren't weak. He couldn’t put his finger as to why he believed that, but he was glad what he sensed wasn’t wide off the mark.

“Geary? H-how strong is everyone if you don’t mind me asking.”

“Took you long enough to get to the point cutie” she winked

“Well, the weakest two would be Morgan and Tails. They’re both at the Bronze rank but one shouldn’t think too much into that, I imagine if they push themselves to their absolute limits they could cause quite the hassle for a regular Silver ranker. Both Rain and Big Max are both at the silver knights rank, most knights across the Lucien kingdom are at this stage of power. Not only is it quite tough to earn enough credits to evolve to the Golden rank, you also need to have mastered multiple aura manipulations and be quite proficient with advanced gears...."

"Gears?" he asked her slightly confused

"Hmm-hmm Gears are magical crafted tools used to enhance, produce power, or change the state of...I guess they're some what of a living weapon depending who you ask."

But best to not think too deeply about those things for now. I have something much more amazing to show you.”

She smiled prettily whilst she tucked one of her slender hands between her breasts and removed a slender black oak wand into the open. Thorjen watched with intrigue whilst Geary flicked her wrists and aimed the wand towards the air.

“Let it be cold...and let the snow gently fall.”

A swift cyan colored light spat out from the wand and struck the open air just above the four walking ahead. A small depression appeared in the empty air followed by the gentle fall of white snow.

Thorjen was speechless as he couldn’t believe how easily that was done. His eyes nervily traced towards the wand held firmly in Geary’s hand.

“S-so that’s magic...amazing”

“Hehehe that’s just a very basic spell. There are so many untold wonders you can do with magic Thorjen. Trust me when I say t's much better than anything you could learn with a sword in your hand. Stick with me cutie and I'll...” Geary’s eyes filled with wanderlust had suddenly changed almost instantly. She removed her eyes away from him, casting them ahead of the walking quartet.

“Stop!.” Her voice struck everyone at the same time and the leading four halted their steps. Thorjen was startled as he saw Geary suddenly grow inches taller what he only then realized was that she had suddenly lifted herself away from the solid ground.

‘S-she's levitating?’ the action was completely absurd but his eyes couldn’t betray the scene before him.

Geary floated across the ground arriving at the front of the group in moments. The rest of the group hurriedly closed in behind her.