Marco V. 6- Old Faces and Terrible Feelings (Pt 2)

Marco

A regally poised Elven youth leisurely sat on top of a nearby building, overlooking the busy citadel streets beneath him. The wind moved at a gentle pace, he could feel the slight frigid bites against his snow white skin.

Marco arrived rather quite some time before the skirmish began. He was watching Threyja idly roaming the cobbled streets for a little while. He was about to approach her but found himself lost in her enchanting beauty. HIs mind drifted to the days he remembered being capsulated by their time spent on the azure mountain.

Perhaps he never truly hated that cripple. And his detest towards him festered from the truth he understood long ago. That Threyja had no eyes towards him. But only the cripple. There was something from a past memory which spoke into his deepest heart during that perioud. A voice belonging to his mother, one which cried out in pleasure whilst his father way away from the mountain. Marco tried to forget that memory, he used to think remembering such things only tainted her memory. But now that his power had grown to such a level, the feelings of guilt and inadequacy had been quelled.

His attention was quickly drawn to a heated discussion between Threyja and who Marco perceived to be two members from the Valkryie company.

‘Why is she quarrelling with her guild members?’ he pondered, the advancement in level allowed him to pick up on everything they discussed. His gaze slightly widened upon him learning she had been exiled from the company.

‘That’s bizarre? Did she commit a grave offence or something?’ Before he could arrive at the possible truth he saw Threyja audaciously launch an attack towards one of the duo.

Marco finally saw his chance to again, remind Threyja that only he could he protect her. Also, it presented him with an opportunity to test this new holy gear he had received. He expected Threyja to need his help almost immediately, considering the poison was at a point now where it had rendered her cycling of pure Qi almost impossible.

“There is no way she can even fight against someone of the Silver rank in that state.” Was what he thought,

What had actually played out was quite the surprise to him. Threyja was not only using Qi, she had also managed to land a good blow against her opponent. Observing this, Marco was torn between intrigue and slight annoyance. ‘She was supposed to be helpless by now. Her only option to seek me instead...hmm, what went wrong.’ He decided to study Threyja for a little longer, eager to gauge just how far she had come in her cultivation.

Marco's eyes flashed open, suddenly he felt something sinister within the air. He hurriedly tore his gaze away from the duo and peered with intent towards a particular distant place nestled within the skies.

“Wh-what the fuck was that?” His voice almost cracked a little bit, Marco had sensed a bountiful score of dense and powerful auras since he first arrived within the citadel. But nothing quite like this before. Whilst his eyes narrowed, he tried his best to form what was clearly hidden from human eyes, his eyes flashed a little as he noticed several tiny silhouettes moving at great speeds towards that particular place within the air.

‘What the fuck Is going on over there.’

‘Perverted one. Be vigilant...there is something mighty above”

‘Heh, you think I don’t know that already...Belle can you sense anything? Is it...another guardian.’

‘B-belle does not understand master...this presence...it reminds belle of...o-o-f the...the old ones.’ her shaky voice brought great alarm, but he was more befuddled by that name Belle had mentioned.

“The old ones...who are they?” He spoke beneath his breath

*BOOOOOM*

Marco’s attention was brought back towards the fight. He saw a small trail of blood streak against the ground followed by Threyja’s slumped body lying against the cobbled stoned in the near distance.

Seeing her pitiful appearance sent a surge of anger welled within his entire body, Marco took a single step forward and miraculously continued to walk against the empty air. Each footstep he took sent a clattering sound echoing fourth as though glass was being crushed beneath his soles. Marco leisurely walked as though it was the most natural thing to do. Once he appeared directly on top of them, he stretched out his right hand.

“Ignite...Holy Gear.” As soon as those words were spoken a golden trace of light coiled around his entire hand. A surge of dazzling gold formed heavy chains which wrapped around his fingers.

He lazily waved his hand and the chain shot forth like a viper towards the ground, slamming ferociously into the girl Threyja was fighting.

“GYAAA!” she howled in pain before she was pinned head first into the firm ground, leaving a deep crevice against the cobbled formation of stones .

“You dared to lay a finger on my woman...let this be a lesson to all who don’t know. I Ser Marco, the 14th holy gear wielder. Will not tolerate such impudence's”

he announced loud enough for the entire street to hear him. He captured the soft mutterings from the girl below, but he gave her no chance to speak more words.

Marco moved his pinky finger this time, the chain wrapped itself around the girls neck even tighter and brought her up towards him. By now all eyes below were firmly locked against his ethereal figure. From the unmissable golden rays surrounding him, to the notion that he was flying. He knew that to these peasants and simpletons; he appeared just like a God would.

In truth air walk was a martial technique known as which he had mastered with the help of Kasumi. Before his ascension to the gold rank, he could only maintain this stance for 30 seconds. Marco paid no mind to the girl wheezing for breath beside him, her legs helplessly kicked out at the air as he could feel her Qi being sucked dry by the chains of absolution. The scary thing about this holy gear was that he didn’t need to command it to do so, by design it reacted of its own accord and begun draining her qi like a hungry lion.

The horrible sounds of spluttering mixed with sudden gasps were hastening her demise it seemed. Marco felt a stillness, or was it a lack of concern towards the weak? His eyes lazily moved to one side. His gaze filled with a violent patience, this power he wielded, truly it was one set above on its own mantelpiece. The moment he locked eyes between the girl bound in his deathly chains, her eyes swiftly filled with horror. Perhaps until this very moment her mind thought he would spare her. But a single gaze had spoken to her heart, and her heart would know just how insignificant such an action would be for him.

Marco was on the cusp of snapping her neck in two, when his eyes trailed down again. Noticing Threyja’s slightly strange behaviour he untangled his chains, allowing the girl’s almost limp body to fall from the skies. There was a noticeable gasp from the onlookers below as they watched this happen. Marco never paid anyone such a single glance all the while, although he heard someone catching the body below. He suspected it was the other girl who never made a move against Threyja. Her actions, or rather lack of had saved them both. Marco would’ve decided to kill them if they both felt the need to bully a weakened Threyja.

‘Frey-frey? What is it she’s doing?’ his mind wondered before he slowly descended towards her. His feet lightly brushed against the ground. Threyja’s eyes shot open, her gaze filled with a noticeable glaze of worry and slight wildness to them. Marco found this a little strange.

‘I was expecting a softer gaze by this point from her, so then why...why does it feel like she’s still hiding something behind those eyes of hers.’

Marco sensed the change within Threya’s spirit since the last encounter. He had made sure he filled her with his cum. The final act would ensure she would receive a portion of his Qi which would’ve enabled her to freely cultivate like before. Of course, in reality he understood this was an illusion since the poisons affects would act against the progress her body makes during dual cultivation. Meaning Threyja would continually seek him out to be fucked, if not just from the lustful spirit the curse had inflicted upon her. But also, from the understanding of the changes within her body each time they had done so.

‘She needs me...so why isn't she begging at me knees?’ He searched for anything which might steer him towards understanding what was wrong with her. But on the outside, he remained as cool as a lily erected in a soft shallow brook.

Marco stretched out his hand towards her. “Shall we leave this place then?” He creased a knowing smile, effortless and yet bright. He noticed the brief tint of rose blush against Threyja’s cheeks. Her lips remained tightly pressed together, but she didn’t take long in nodding her head. To which Marco stepped forward and wrapped a single arm around her waist.

“Void step.” he announced proudly before vanishing away.

*****

Marco arrived at the foot of a tall rising pagonda which would now be his new purposefully built home. From the outside looking in the place was as grandeurs as he imagined it to be. Three floors with an incredibly luscious courtyard outside and a tall gated entrance.

Upon entry there were maids dressed in kimono’s awaiting for his arrival. They stood in a line before the entrance with their heads hung low.

“Welcome to your manor...Lord Marco!” their voices sweetly sung in unison. Marco remained unmoved, he merely nodded his head before turning back around towards Threyja. Her countenance was definitely off, she almost **** herself to trail behind his walk. But amusingly enough neither of them confronted the situation as of yet.

With his two hands clasped behind his back in a leisurely manner, Marco walked across the courtyard, admiring quietly the beautiful flowers sprouting, the clear fountains with polished jade stone arrangements. Back on the blue mountain, he remembered the elders had similar styles of dressing around their homes. He creased an amusing smile, pulling one corner of his mouth upright.

‘They’ve done their research it seems...that bitch of a Queen.’ He understood he had to play his part for now, time would soon breed a chance for him to take her head

“You will stay here with me Frey-Frey. This place is big enough to house quite a few people living with us. And I can sense there must be some kind of formation within this place, which has allowed a condensed level of Qi to flow naturally here. This would be the best place for you to heal your cultivation problem, and it means we can remain close beside one another. I’m aware your company has abandoned you?”

Threyja’s body showed noticeable signs of tensing up. Her gaze seemed to distort before quickly falling back to their usual expressionless gaze.

“Th-thank you.” She softly spoke which brought a delight within Marco.

They both toured the rest of the very tall and well decorated manor in silence. The first floor consisted of a spacious living area, whilst the ascending two above were more purposefully made for cultivation, there was even an outdoor bath at the very top of the floor, which was quite a well-made room with glassed walls which overlooked the entire courtyard outside. Marco even noticed Threyja’s gaze soften at the sight of this, staring at her side profile, he couldn’t help but be filled with growing urges to bend her over and take her wildly. Now that she would be living here, his mind was racing with all the many times he would be fucking her.

“Frey-Frey I would like to take a bath, join me. It’ll help relieve some of that tension you must be carrying” he suggested. Threyja’s gaze trembled a little but again she nodded in agreement.

Marco removed the soft silks away from his tall frame. HIs body formed like a Grecian statue, his pure jade skin unblemished like porcelain marble, with each muscle against his torso sculpted with precision. The stirring warm air moved through him, he was growing increasingly aroused by the minute and so his thick cock started to gradually pulsate as he allowed it to swing between his legs whilst he moved towards the open bath.

He stepped into the warm waters, the surface covered in pink petals and a sweet scent of calmolive mixed in with various fragrances. Just the thought of fucking Threyja within such a picturesque scene filled with him a wild lust. He waited a few minutes before Threyja appeared before him again. This time she had a long open kimono dressed over black lace lingerie, her large breasts were shaped so sexily in the black bra barely holding them in place. The sheer sight of her sexiness made Marco’s heart dance wildly.

Threyja then started to remove her lingerie, slowly, until her bare full breasts were out on show and her shaven sweet pussy between her legs.

Threyja’s gaze had noticeably softened, she wore a slight smile whilst she walked casually towards the bath with careful measured steps. Her graceful movement were enticing, the anticipation of getting his hands over her body only fuelled Marco’s lust to the point he started stroking his throbbing cock submerged within the lukewarm waters.

There was a sudden pause in her movements. Her feet held their footing on the edge of the lowered bath. Marco found a vacant gaze within her perfectly shaped almond eyes. An absent look which stared dreamily into the empty air. He noticed her curly dark hair had grown slightly longer, bringing out Threyja’s mature features a little more. Within his gaze she was indeed the most radiant amongst the elves he had ever laid eyes upon.

“You are...truly magnificent.” He exclaimed truthfully. Those words awoke Threyja from her distant daydream, a wry smile appeared across her veal-coloured lips. Slowly, he watched her perched lips parting.

“Marco...do you love me?” She asked him softly.

Caught off guard by that sudden question, Marco felt his heartstrings wane and uncharacteristically he found his words very few and far between as he searched his thoughts for the appropriate response.

‘Love?’ he thought crudely to himself, the idea of such an emotion felt slightly laughable to him these days.

‘Why should I love? When I can be strong enough to just take.’ That was the mentality drilled into his bones by his father. To Marco, love was an affluence which he held no care to hold. Up until now of course, could he deny himself of allowing this beauty to roam free without being beside him? No. Nor could he imagine a day where she wasn’t within an arms length of his reach. No matter how many times he delved into the deepest, warmest parts of her body. His hunger was never full. So he studied his feelings, and posed the question to himself.

‘Do I...l-love her?’ He thought about the truth within his heart, if he had to choose someone to stand beside him. Surely it would be Threyja

“Thr-threyja...I...I think I-” his voice spoke softer than it had ever done so before but it was cut short by the surprising sounds of laughter flowing from her lips. What started of as a soft cackle quickly turned into a rousing hysterical howl. Its sudden arrival sent a brief shiver crawling against Marco’s skin. He narrowed his gaze soon enough sensing something was off about her.

“Oh Marco, poor Marco...abandoned so young, and left to fester such a hateful view on such a beautiful world.”

Marco’s gaze turned cold, now he was almost certain something strange had happened to Threyja.

“Frey-w-what are you talking about?”

“It’s my fault...he warned me about you. He...he told me you were no good. I shouldve listened... but instead I thought you were like us. Like me and Thorjen...but I was...I was a fool.” Soft sobs spoke between her crackling voice. Once Threyja raised her sunken gaze, the previous empty gaze was now glazed with tears. She wore a sardonic smile whilst she locked eyes with Marco.

“I know it was you...I know you were the one who did this to me...y-you poisoned me and ruined everything...I... I can never be whole again.” Marco heard alarm bells going off within his thoughts, he couldn’t believe she was still sane after the poison’s effect had taken root.

‘What the fuck-what the fuck is going on? How can she still be-’ Whilst a bizarre feeling of anxiety washed through Marco’s bones, Threyja took a careful step forward, only this time a surge of Qi exploded from beneath her foot sending a cascade of water flying upwards towards the ceiling. Momentarily Marco found his vision blurred but more so his reaction was very slow due to the mental discord Threya’s behaviour had caused. He stood upright, expecting a flurry of her palm style attacks to arrive.

‘MASTER LOOK OUT!” he heard Belle crying fourth, a feeling of impeding danger surprisingly appeared against his neck. And by the time he sensed the sudden attack, Marco clapped his hands together without a second thought.

“VOID HALT!” he roared almost crazed

*Vrmmmmm* *Shreeeee*

He felt sweat softly trickling down the side of his face, his eyes rattled with a chilling fear he hadn’t felt in such a long while. There was an almost invisible thin needle surrounded by a pink hue, floating only a few inches away from the space between his eyes. Luckily Kasumi’s power had reacted just in time, holding the needle in place.

‘M-master...th-that was close.’ Belle’s voice filled with worry vibrated through his mind

Marco could only blankly stare at the thin needle held in place inches away from his skin. He sensed the needle most likely contained all of Threyja’s accumulated power, which he was confident wouldn’t have actually killed him. But he might’ve sustained unnecessary damage because of it. His ire continued to slowly swell, but just when he thought the attack was over he felt Threyja’s Qi exploding again.

She arrived bearing down upon him this time around, Marco glared emotionlessly at the glimmering curved sword. A dance of silver curved through the air as Threyja brought the sword crashing down. By now Marco had found his senses again. And that all too familiar shroud of arrogance resurfaced around him, he coldly watched the steel curving towards his head. Marco waited until the sword fell dangerously close, then his eyes flashed open as he shot his hand forward catching the sword between his two fingers.

Holding the sword firmly between his fingers, he steadily rose to his feet, the waters from the bath still sliding down his porcelain smooth skin.

What surprised Marco the most wasn’t actually Threyja’s deception, although he was irked by how easily she managed to fool him. But more so he felt troubled by her eyes, Marco had met a number of knights, warriors and bandits during his time spent earning his fame and honing his skills across the mainland. He could tell from a single look within their eyes, the moment their wills would break, and they surrendered to their fates. He could count on one hand the rare few who defied him until the very end. And overtime Marco had sensed a common spirit amongst these particular fellows...’madness.’

He applied enough strength to toss Threyja aside but she recovered well, landing on her heels before pushing forward for another attack. Annoyance filled Marco, he didn’t want to kill but he wasn’t going to continue with this nonsense. A golden Qi appeared against his bare arm; A benevolent chain wrapped down his slender arm from the top of his shoulders down to his fingertips. Marco waved his arm once.

*BOOOOOOOOM*

The sounds of the air cracking pierced his ears. He held out his hand again, but swiftly lowered it sensing another pink needle flying towards him. Marco barely sidestepped the attack. But he did feel a slight burning sensation against his abdomen. He lowered his gaze and was truly surprised to see a short cut against his chiselled stomach.

‘Was that her sword? Or something else...interesting.’ He studied the harmless mark against his near perfect skin. Marco understood his abilities were still quite new, he still felt he needed some real time battles to get used to it. And although Threyja’s Qi had plummeted to a level which barely made him break a sweat now. Her battle prowess had surprised him.

‘Could I afford to make these mistakes with stronger enemies.’ He had a lot to think about. But first.

Threyja’s attacks ended with that final needle. From within the rubble his keen senses captured the sounds of her heavy breathing. As he expected, she was probably on the edge of fully damaging her Qi centre and thus turning herself into a cripple. A deep sigh escaped Marco’s mouth whilst he begun to casually make his way towards her.

Threyja remained on all fours, her robes were torn whilst her body was sleeked with her sweat. Her nipples were noticeable hard whilst sweat dripped down her hanging breasts. Marco couldn’t help stealing a lustful glance at her cherry pink areolas. Before he enjoyed his meal, he at least needed to know what the hell this was about.

‘By now she should’ve already fallen completely. So what the fuck is going on...did that idiot Winston fuck this up? Damn it! If my father finds out the curse isn't full proof then I'll be...’

Marco felt his thoughts disturbed by the harrowing sight of Threyja rising to her unsteady legs again. She could barely lift her arms up, but the resolve within her gaze had not waned for a single moment, she was still willing to continue this one-sided bout. Witnessing how far she was willing to go filled was beginning to stir Marco’s rage to an uncontainable level. He grit his teeth and watched on with crazed eyes whilst Threyja attempted to form a striking palm. Tiny blue wisps spat around her shaking body, if she continued to **** the purification without enough Qi, she was going to destroy her meridians.

Marco grimaced at this sight; his heart felt a lasting coldness which somehow filled his heart with bitter memories of rejection, he couldn’t piece together why it was so hard for her to accept him.

“W-why? Why are you willing to go so far.”

Blood trickled down the side of Threyja’s mouth. Her eyes were glazed with exhaustion as she struggled to from a broken smile.

“I...I...would rather die...th-then...betray him.” Her weak sounding words struck a chord within Marco, and suddenly an old face appeared within his thoughts again, that mocking face of the half ling who they thought would become the saviour of their kin.

Marco unconsciously allowed the aura he was holding back to spill fourth. A howling surge of power filled the entire room, Threyja’s legs buckled instantly. She was brought back to the ground again leaving her appearance in a more pitiful state than before.

“Him! Y-you still put HIM above me...hahaha good-very good so you’re in love with the dead? Fine! Let me grant you your wish then Frey-Frey... and send you to him.” Marco’s rage had reached its limit. There was no more use for talking, whether or not he would live to regret what he was about to do was a tale for another day. Right now, he merely wanted to erase this feeling of inferiority burdening his heart. He had become a golden rank for goodness sake, a wielder of one of the Queen’s Holy Gear’s. And yet...

“You would still choose him...” A bitterness soured his mouth, he couldn’t stand this feeling this pain any longer and chose to erase Threyja along with the haunting memories of that cripple along with her. He held out his hand covered in chains.

“Chain of demise...” he spoke finally

*Ching!* His index finger struck forwards and with it a small chain with a spiked end darted forwards like a thin viper. The chain moved so quickly Threyja barely saw it coming, she merely felt the impact as it pierced between her bosoms. Her eyes flashed wide with a look of shock, her breath ceased before a warm smile creased against her face.

“Th-thorjen...l-live...live on...” she brokenly uttered before she fell back against the ground.

Marco suddenly felt a deep hollowness in his chest. ‘This feels wrong...why-why is this wrong.’

His mind couldn’t search for a reason behind all of this? Weeks ago she would do whatever he wanted. She knew it back then that he was the cause of her curse, but she still allowed him to take her body. ‘S-so what changed...h-how did this happen.’ A single rear rolled down his cheek as he felt his hands covered in glowing chains shaking. He knew once he removed the chain away, she would die in moments.

Marco couldn’t remove this feeling from his heart that somehow he was missing something...but what could it be. At that moment he heard a distant voice speaking to his soul. The voice was no louder than a whisper, but he heard it clearly in spite of the chaotic pool of his thoughts. Obeying the foreign voice nestled deep within his sub conscious. He motioned his middle finger.

“Chain of truth.” he coldly spoke

A second link whizzed towards Threyja, wrapping itself around her neck this time around. Marco watched one with feverish anticipation whilst brightly shimmering gold runes begun appearing around the chain. Threyja’s head slowly jerked back before the whites within her eyes were replaced with a swath of brilliant gold.

“T-tell me the truth...why-why did you do this” Marco strained his voice to say.

“Because...my love has returned to me” Threyja spoke under the influence of the holy gear’s power.

Marco was silenced momentarily. ‘Has she truly just gone mad?’ The ordeal still didn’t make any sense to him. But he was assured the Chain of truths power would **** the one bound by it to tell the truth. Therefore, he pressed further with the questions.

“Your love is dead? What good is a dead love? Why do you continue to choose a dead cripple over me? Why tell me damn it Threyja why!”

Marco felt his entire body shaking again, his breathing had become noticeably louder signaling his unsteady emotions. ‘I’m...i'm losing it...’ he thought worryingly to himself, if anyone saw him in this state, he would surely lose all face.

“My love...he is alive...my love is not a c-c-cripple. He is alive and well” she replied mechanically

“W-wait what are you talking about? Who is your love?”

“My love...Thorjen...my love is Thor...jen.”

“Y-yes that bloody cripple! And he’s dead! He's been dead for the past one year! So, what the fuck are you going about . Why did you attack me! Tell me why!”

With each roar bellowing out his mouth Marco was continuing to involuntary release Qi.

“T-thorjen...is alive...I attacked...to avenge...my honour...he returned...few days a-ago...d-d-during...the duel...The prin...prince...cess...knows.”

Marco needed a moment to himself, he couldn’t make sense out of what he was hearing. ‘How could the cripple be alive? But if he was...’ The pieces started to make sense. Suddenly Marco remembered that piece of paper his sister had handed to him. He swiftly tapped his spatial ring and conjured the half torn tiny paper onto his open palm

He narrowed his gaze pressing his eager eyes across the contents written against it.

‘Well done Mr 14th. The plan is moving along well. But we must deal with another urgent matter. You will accompany Eleanor the tempest on a journey to escort the Elven Queen’s entourage to the sacred lands of our ancestors. Your task is simple, keep Eleanor away from the capital. She must not find the lost disaster, which has returned... - Chief Lord Razziel.’

Marco read that final line back to himself over and over. Moments passed and he felt his entire body shaking again, but this time around sadness was not at the centre of his emotions. He felt genuine happiness. His body started to contort and soon enough he tilted his head back and erupted into a chorus of hysterical laughter.

“HAHAHAHAHA OF COURSE! That fucking cripple is alive! This is good-this is very good. I wouldn’t have wished for nothing more HAHAHA...y-yes...this is what it must be... I will see his face once he realises...I have taken what he loves the most. Yes...Frey-Frey it looks as though our story has only just begun...my love.”

Marco was assured that Thorjen was at the root of Threyja’s change of heart. He was alive...somehow, but it made all the sense in the world when he thought deeply about it. It would be considered some kind of miracle. But Chief Razziel was a shrewd fellow, and Marco had discovered long ago he was the one behind Thorjens ****.

“First Threyja...then perhaps...hmmm Lady Eleanor? I'll use this journey to have her submit to me...buahahaha how does that sound cripple? then you’ll wish you stayed dead...fucking loser.”

Marco clenched his fist so hard he heard his knuckles crackling. But amidst the swirling chaos he understood at this point there was only one option left for him to take.

He retrieved one of the unmixed potions from his storage ring. This solution was one of the earlier testing bottles Winston had discarded due to its very high potency. Each of the women who drank from this batch had turned into cum toilets. One of which even died.

He took a moment to admire the swirling bright violet liquid gathered inside. “Now Frey-frey, the last time we test fed this potent version to an Elf. She was not satisfied until she climaxed up to 10 times before the day ended.”

Marco still recalled the empty gaze within that Elven girls eyes, covered in thick sticky cum of over 7 men whilst she faintly begged for more.

“Hahaha im quite intrigued to see if you’ll break that record. Open wide now, the time for fun and games...has ended.”