Marco Verse 7 - Journeying with Eleanor (Setting out)

Marco

Bathed in the warm embrace of the morning sun, I found myself reflecting on the unexpected twists of the day. The impromptu meeting concluded, and I embarked on a leisurely stroll that led me to the very edge of the citadel. A spontaneous yawn escaped my lips, a testament to the stiffness that had settled in—I realized I hadn't had much opportunity for personal training since Threyja took residence in my manor. Not that I was complaining; her presence brought a certain excitement, but it was high time to attend to neglected matters. Recalling the peculiar events from earlier, a lingering feeling of unease gripped me. There was an air of secrecy surrounding the gathering of company heads, and Chief Razziel seemed to be orchestrating something significant. The unknown nature of his plans left me restless, craving insight. However, amidst the uncertainty, I did find a silver lining—these upcoming days promised a rare solitude, offering a chance to regain a sense of order and clarity alongside that sexy Elven Milf.

As I entertained the tantalizing notion of commanding that exquisite MILF at my whims, a sudden shift in my peripheral vision seized my attention. There, standing with an enchanting grace that belied a hint of awkwardness, was a captivating dark-skinned beauty positioned near the slightly ajar entrance gate.

"Oh, Melinda? And to what do I owe the pleasure of your delightful presence?" I inquired of the beguiling brown-skinned beauty, whose endearing shyness never failed to stir a particular allure within me. Suffice it to say, she held a coveted place on my list of women earmarked for recruitment into my growing harem. With dreams of forging my own empire, a select company comprised of exceptional women whom Id be actively fucking was in the works, and Melinda was more than a welcomed prospect for this enticing venture.

Naturally, in the moment, I assumed the role of the esteemed leader, basking in the admiration evident in her starstruck gaze. Moving towards her, I enveloped her in a tender embrace, ensuring our bodies melded intimately, creating a closeness that spoke of my intent, which also afforded me a chance to admire her large ass sticking out.

"Ah... Marco..." Her voice stumbled slightly, the weight of admiration evident. "I just had to express my congratulations on achieving Gold Ranked Knight status. My father insisted that I bring this sword to you personally. It's a special creation, tailored specifically... for your discerning taste."

My brows lifted slightly in surprise, "A gift from her father? Isn't he one of the famed Iron Kings of the mainland, celebrated as one of the most skilled smiths across the entire region?" A mischievous smirk played on my lips as I contemplated the layers of meaning concealed within this unexpected present from the tactful iron welder.

'Interesting.' I thought to myself.

Accepting the sword with a graceful flourish, it arrived swathed in a rich crimson scabbard. As my fingertips danced along the textured surface, a peculiar and mysterious power seemed to emanate from within. Fueled by curiosity, I couldn't resist slowly drawing out the shimmering white blade from its crimson cocoon. A profound sense of awe washed over me, and I couldn't help but murmur, 'Th-this blade...'

Surrounded by an array of countless weapons in my lifetime, particularly those of rare and high-caliber nature, I found myself reminiscing. Yet, amidst this vast collection, none had left an impression quite like the divinely crafted sword in my hands, especially considering the Holy Gear. Chuckling to myself, I mused about her father's intentions—little did he know what awaited his daughter in my plans. My attention was caught by a set of delicate Elven engravings near the hilt.

'Blazing Serpent's Tail,' it proclaimed.

"Eh...d-do you like it, Marco?" she asked, her voice tinged with anticipation.

"I think it's incredible, Melinda. Your father is truly an exceptional blacksmith, just as the legends say," I replied, noting the subtle blush that graced her tanned cheeks as she averted her gaze.

"Au-hu-thank you, Ma-Marco," she stammered.

Gently placing my hand against her cheek, I stroked it tenderly, observing the deep trust and admiration in her eyes. It intrigued me, especially considering she, unlike both Threyja and Zia, was under no external influence.

"I'm planning a quest that will take me away from the citadel for a few days. But upon my return, the royals are hosting a party in my honor. Will you join?"

"O-of course..." I witnessed genuine delight blossoming in her timid glances. Fufufu, in truth, I found myself almost eager to conquer her now.

We exchanged a few more pleasantries for a short while, choosing to not waste any more time after delivering the sword, Melinda made her exit.

Leaving the Citadel, I absorbed the vast expanse of woodland and meadows stretching beyond my gaze. It had been quite a while since I had the opportunity to leave the citadel. Walking halfway down the golden road, a familiar figure emerged from behind a tall oak—a tall, leggy, and buxom Milf with luscious blonde hair cascading down her back. Clad in revealing leathers with partial iron plating, the outfit accentuated her incredible figure. Although typical for Elven warriors, the sight surpassed even my vivid imagination.

Her sharply narrowed eyes held a blend of seriousness and wonder, unsurprising given that we hadn't spoken since my days on the blue mountain. As her gaze sized me up, I sensed an unexpected nuance. The faintest hint—was she...checking me out?

'Belle...use your ability.'

'Yes, master.'

My vision shifted into a violet and grey spectrum, revealing hidden depths within a person. Upon scanning her abdomen, my eyes widened in surprise.

"Hey... you're Marco, Varriel's son, aren't you?" she inquired.

Shaken from my revelations, I regained composure and nodded in acknowledgment. Placing a hand over my chest, I bowed.

"Y-yes. It's a pleasure to meet you, Tempest of the Blue Mountains, Lady Eleanor."

A fleeting disturbance danced across her otherwise stoic gaze, a brief crack in the icy exterior. "Don't fret about such matters. As a gold-ranked knight, you've earned the respect to be considered my equal. And, well done...I never thought I'd witness another Elf from our sect rise to such a status. Truly, you have grown since the last time I saw you, Ser Marco." Her voice, now carrying less chill and more emotion, caused my heart to skip a beat at the unexpected praise. It was oddly gratifying to be acknowledged by someone who had tread the same path before me.

Afterward, we delved into a congenial conversation. Surprisingly, Lady Eleanor proved to be more than the cold and tense persona her initial impression suggested. Light-hearted on certain matters, she seamlessly shifted to a serious tone when discussing the mission and quest briefing. Our assignment: rendezvous with the Elven Queen's traveling envoy, just two days away. Our mission unfolded, escorting them through the treacherous blue mountain, navigating secret underpasses until we reached the illustrious city of Gondor.

Lady Eleanor handed me a meticulously detailed map, annotated to ensure we took the swiftest route. Upon scrutiny, it involved cutting through dense forests, exploring deep caves, and traversing ghost towns. 'Good, this will give me a chance to warm up. I imagine there are quite a few bandits and monsters along the way,' I mused, anticipating the challenges that awaited.

As I was about to fold up the map, my eyes caught the destination of our first stop.

'Isn't that town famous for its outdoor bathhouse... hehehe—interesting.' A multitude of thoughts swirled through my mind.

"M-Marco... before we set out, there's something I've been meaning to ask you," she said, her speech carrying a slight reservation.

I couldn't help but wonder what had cast a sudden shadow over her mood. Little did I know, it was that cripple, ever ready to spoil my fun.

"Have you... heard anything about my son?"

Ah, there it was—the persistent thought of that damn cripple haunting these beauties. Despite being gone for nearly a year, he still managed to cause me grief. I paused for a moment before responding, realizing that how I spun this would determine the fluidity of my relationship with her.

'Hmmm, do I tell her I heard he's alive or not...'*Only one route active at the moment...Dao of Chaos*

I opted for deception; keeping Lady Eleanor in the dark about her son would make it easier to navigate the emotional terrain during our journey.

"L-lady Eleanor... I... I thought he was dead?" I feigned innocence, playing the fool. Her gaze drifted away, revealing the turmoil in her heart.

"Forgive me... sigh... let's focus on the quest. We should cut through the forest and spearhead straight towards the glades. We'll save a lot of time if we skip through a few checkpoints," she suggested, attempting to shift the focus.

"Ah, but Lady Eleanor. I mistakenly forgot to pick up a few things I'll be needing. I only just completed the forging of my Holy gear the other night... s-so I still haven't had a chance to fully prepare," I lied smoothly.

"Oh... y-yeah, that makes sense. Ok, we'll head to the first checkpoint and rest for a few hours," she suggested, and I instantly detected an urgency in her demeanor.

With our plan in motion, we embarked on the eagerly anticipated journey. For me, it was an opportunity to craft a meticulously thought-out plan, one that hopefully culminated with this alluring milf falling into my grasp. I still had the potion, and I couldn't wait to see how many chances I'd get to wield its enchanting power.

I lusted after Lady Eleanor's curvy form, mesmerized by her shapely ass as it swished back and forth. Her adventurer wear was scandalously skimpy, showing off more of her delectable body than I thought possible. But no matter how badly my imagination ran wild, my mission was to speak with Belle—to tell her what I had uncovered.

"Belle... do you recall when we marked her with the first strike?"

'M-master Belle remembers a while ago when you requested to spar with the milk maiden Elf. You had unknowingly landed a hit against her. You forgot to remove the finger seal, which inflicted the first stage of the poison against her.'

Upon hearing this, my heart leaped with joy. The intricate threads of my devious game had been set in motion, and fate had now presented the perfect moment for me to seize control. My thoughts moved towards that cripple.

Hahaha, I had already conquered the love of his life. Now, all that remained was to claim his mother...

My harem was finally taking shape.

Eleanor's Desire Level : ❤️❤️/ Growing lust