Marco Verse 9.25 - Wizard V (The Fall of Eleanor Pt.1)

Marco POV

As soon as Marco was reunited with Eleanor, he wasted no time in urging them to leave this strange town. There was a sense of unease that lingered in the air and he wanted to put as much distance between them and this place as quickly as possible. The only advantage they had here was that they didn't need to spend any coin on supplies - everything they needed was readily available due to the overly happy atmosphere that strangely felt way too unnatural to be true.

Quickly stocking up on provisions, the two set off on their journey once again. Marco kept a watchful eye on Lady Eleanor, her demeanor seeming strangely calm and collected. Her energy felt more controlled now, almost like she had found a new inner strength. It was clear that after relieving herself of her urges, her state of mind had shifted significantly.

'This only proves what I had questions over in the first place regarding the curse mark.'

Eleanor's ever-changing moods and sudden bursts of intense arousal all stemmed from the same affliction that plagued Zia and Threyja. It was a condition that left them all with a dangerous level of obedience, to the point where they would do anything he wanted.

For almost a year, Marco had worked tirelessly to perfect the potion that he and Winston had poured endless resources into. Chief Razziel had ordered them to produce enough batches for an entire army, a task that weighed heavily on Marco's mind from time to time. He couldn't help but wonder why such large quantities were needed but eventually concluded that it must be for Chief Razziels ambitious goal of claiming the throne as King of all Elves.

The thought of such a war breaking out sent shivers down Marco's spine, knowing it would likely span decades and result in countless lives lost. Despite being a gold-rank knight with powers bestowed upon him by powerful relics and Gears crafted by the most skilled wizards, Marco still felt inadequate compared to the strongest elders and seasoned Golden Ranked knights around. As he thought of his peers, one face in particular came to mind.

"Rhaegar..."Marco gently whispered beneath his breath,

Marco's Day Dreams...

Amongst all those pompous Golden ranked knights he had met. That fellow was the most troublesome by a great mile.

The first time he was granted the esteemed power of a gold-ranked knight, when he had first entered the citadel, Marco could feel the usually hidden energies pulsing through the city. The sheer magnitude of this realization caused sweat to drip down his neck, as he came face to face with the startling truth: the world was much bigger than he had ever imagined.

'If Razziel wishes to ascend to the throne and become king, controlling the Queen, the literal figurehead of the entire Elven race would be the surefire way to achieve that goal. But I can't seem to find a way to exploit his plans and those of my father.'

Despite his efforts, Marco still couldn't decipher a way to manipulate Razziel and his father's schemes. He was only certain that he refused to continue being their pawn in this sinister tale.

Together, he and Eleanor journeyed through the countryside, passing lush grasslands and rocky hills that overlooked crystal-clear streams snaking their way through dense foliage. The sun beamed down upon these aisles, radiating a pleasant warmth that left Marco with a rare sense of appreciation for the great outdoors. Growing up on a secluded mountain and being whisked away to train at the citadel shortly afterward, had not given him many opportunities to experience such simple joys during his childhood. Perhaps that was why his heart turned so cold.

Although Eleanor's demeanor towards him had softened slightly, she still kept her emotions guarded whenever he attempted to strike up a conversation. However, Marco couldn't help but notice that she now regarded him as an equal rather than a burden she was **** to tolerate. A sly smile crept across his face at this thought that, being strong held its benefits, something the weak could never understand. For things like women, and power only the strong were afforded these rights. He knew this newfound respect from Eleanor would serve him well in the future when it was time for him to make his move.

As they journeyed on, Marco couldn't help but steal glances at the alluring figure of Lady Eleanor. Her curvaceous body was truly the most wondrous sight to behold, and it only grew the desire to have her all to himself with each passing moment.

But each time he thought about how it would feel plunging his cock deep into her wet and narrow cunt, he couldn't shake the uneasy feeling in his heart about Julien and the strange bond that bound them together. How that loser managed to get such an incredible woman was beyond him.

Marco sought advice from his guardians on whether he should attack Lady Eleanor and complete the cursed seal started by the potion once and for all. But they urged him against it, knowing that she still possessed untapped power beyond what he had seen, it would be suicidal to attempt to do that. Eventually, Marco had to agree, after all, he much enjoyed watching them slowly fall, to the point they end up begging for his cock. 'Heh just like Frey-Frey...shit I kinda feel a little sorry for the cripple. I'm about to fuck all the women he holds dear. Maybe you should've stayed dead.'

As the day gradually turned to dusk, they arrived at a dense forest and were immediately attacked by large humanoid bat creatures. Their screams were deafening and their poisonous breaths deadly, but Marco used this as a warm-up and effortlessly took them down with his chains of absolution and martial arts skills.

The more he trained and fought since reaching the Golden rank, the more he found himself relying on the graceful techniques taught to him by the Azure Feather sect, instead of the rough knights' training he learned from the mainland.

He couldn't help but wonder if this change was due to the guardians he inherited during his ascension ceremony. The ethereal being trapped within the golden temple was an Elf and a powerful one at that. If her powers truly began to blossom within him, perhaps he was destined to follow the martial path of the Elves of old. A shiver of excitement ran through him as he imagined becoming even stronger, perhaps even reaching the immortal stages one day, just like the legendary beings spoken of in tales across realms.

With strength, he would have the freedom to do as he pleased, including taking Lady Eleanor for himself.

He smirked at the thought as he watched her inspect their fallen enemies for materials with her buxom figure on full display. Her large breasts were practically begging to be set free.

Out of the blue, a distant voice interrupted their conversation. Marco's curious gaze was met by Eleanor's narrowed look.

"Be quiet, let's check it out together," she urged.

They both crept stealthily through the forest, keeping low and deliberately hiding their auras to avoid detection. The voices they had heard were growing louder and more distinct. Laughter? It seemed to be coming from two people near a body of water. As they approached, Marco carefully parted the dense greenery in front of them.

"What in the world?" Eleanor gasped softly at the sight before them. Marco remained silent, but his eyes widened with disbelief. In the middle of the forest was a small river, its gentle flow cascading into a stream that disappeared deeper into the trees. And there, submerged in the water, were two stunning Elven women.

Their long, silvery hair flowed down their slender backs as they playfully giggled and touched each other. But as they began to kiss and caress each other's bodies, Marco suddenly realized what was happening. A wave of desire swept over him as he imagined joining them for a steamy three-way encounter. Alas, he knew this was not the time or place for such indulgence.

Turning to face Lady Eleanor, Marco was surprised to see her cheeks flushed with color and her breaths coming quicker.

'Well, would you look at that?'

he thought slyly to himself. He quickly conjured Belle's arousal technique, allowing him to see the areas on her body that were most sensitive to pleasure. His vision shifted into swirls of cool tones as he noticed a concentrated energy of arousal emanating from Eleanor's stomach - right where the cursed mark was located.

A wicked smile spread across his lips as he slowly reached out and lightly took hold of Eleanor's hand, pretending to get her attention. But in that same moment, he sent a pulsating wave of Bell's ability through her body with his touch, causing her breathing to escalate even more. "This could be fun," he thought mischievously as he waited to time activating Belle's ability.

'Belle. Raise her arousal by 60%'

Eleanor's arousal levels = ❤️❤️❤️❤️ (Horny/Close to obedience)

A soft pink hue spread across Marco's palm as his attack swiftly found its mark. Eleanor's eyes flashed open in horror, her heart racing as she realized that Marco had touched her. A strange and unimaginable sensation coursed through her body, making her jump away with a loud moan of pleasure. But in doing so, she gave away their position, rolling out into the open before stumbling into the awaiting stream below.

'Oh shit!'

Marco sprang into action to help Eleanor out of the water, but their sudden movement caught the attention of the two Elven girls who were previously engaged in a steamy kiss. They turned towards them, curiosity and surprise etched on their faces, noticing two things: first, she didn't shy away from his touch like she normally did, and secondly, her erratic breaths indicated that she was still under the spell of arousal.

This could be his chance. His cock throbbed painfully against his pants, begging for release. But before he could act, voices interrupted them.

"Hello...and who are you two?" a voice called out from across the stream. Marco turned to see two naked Elven girls staring curiously at him and Eleanor.

They didn't react in the typical way - no shock or embarrassment or even anger at being caught naked. They seemed almost amused by the situation. Marco couldn't help but notice their striking silver hair, a sign of high-born or noble lineage among the Elves.

Eleanor stepped forward with a bow, trying to hide her blush.

"Forgive us for trespassing," she began, "we come from the Lucien Kingdom and belong to the Azure Feather sect in the Blue Mountains where the Elves reside. We are on a quest to find Her Noble Highness, The Great Queen of the Elves' traveling entourage."

She trailed off, clearly struggling to maintain her composure in front of these alluring creatures.

"We couldn't help but notice..." she started again before trailing off once more with a pink tinge to her cheeks. It was clear that she was barely holding onto her self-control.

But before she could continue, the two Elves burst into playful giggles, seemingly unfazed by the presence of their unexpected guests.

"That's great news!" one of them exclaimed between laughs. "We happen to be part of the Queen's traveling party!"

Marco couldn't believe his luck. The girls were not only beautiful but also part of the same entourage they were searching for.

'Hmm if it all goes well, perhaps tonight might end in me having a foursome.'

****

In this moment, neither Marco nor Eleanor could fully comprehend the situation they were in. The pair of Elves led them deeper into the forest. Eventually, they arrived at what appeared to be a grand temple crafted with modern techniques, its sleek exterior standing out among the natural surroundings. Two guardsmen, clad in royal Elven armor, greeted them upon arrival.

As they were guided inside, Marco's uneasiness only grew stronger. Something felt off to him, a nagging feeling that he couldn't shake. The damp tunnel they walked through was barely illuminated, and Eleanor stayed close to him for comfort. He could smell the sweet fragrance emanating from her body and feel her curves brushing against his arm as they walked.

"Stay vigilant, Lady Eleanor...it's quite dark in here," Marco stuttered pretending to be nervous.

"I know...be careful. We don't know what awaits us," Eleanor replied, her voice trembling slightly despite her efforts to remain composed.

In the dimness, Marco planned another devious trick, he waited for the right moment before he tripped over his feet and purposely fell to the side. In one swift motion, he wrapped his arms around Eleanor's ample curves, creating the illusion of catching her from falling. As she tumbled on top of him, he took advantage of the situation and squeezed her full buttocks with his hands. A soft moan escaped from Eleanor's lips as she fell on top of him in the darkness. But Marco didn't mind being buried beneath her massive bosom, feeling his throbbing cock pressing between her thighs whilst he made small circles to further deepen his cock against her flesh. After a short tussle to stand up, Eleanor eventually staggered to her shaken legs.

While it was still dark, Marco could see well enough to notice the sheen of sweat layered on Eleanor's bosom as she fought tirelessly to catch her breath. He had been successful in riling her up. All his senses were telling him now was the time to strike.

Suddenly he saw a powerful blue aura burst free and swiftly surround her body, with sparks of bright azure dancing around her. This was followed by a calming blue glow that emanated from Eleanor herself. Realizing that she had used an advanced breathing technique to regain control of her desires, Marco stepped back, regret and shame filling his heart.

"Tsk! I should have known it wouldn't be so easy with her," Marco thought to himself as Eleanor exhaled a soothing breath and opened her beautiful eyes. He flinched slightly at the imposing aura that radiated from her expressionless gaze.

"Let's continue, Marco. And forgive me, I wasn't in my right mind just now. But I will be fine from here on," Eleanor spoke with a stern tone, observing herself as she drew in wisps of pale mist from her surroundings into her body.

Marco swallowed thickly, knowing that he would have to tread carefully around her now. There would be another opportunity for him to make his move, but for the time being, he would have to play innocent and patient. He realized that he would have to subdue her mind completely in order to fully control her. But first, he needed to bide his time and wait for the right opportunity.

They followed the two noble elves through the rest of the tunnel, their footsteps echoing off the smooth, polished dark stones that lined the walls. As they neared the other end, the ground sloped downwards and the voices from beyond grew louder. An arch-shaped exit awaited them, adorned with intricate golden embroidery that glinted in the soft light emanating from within. Marco couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and apprehension as they stepped through, into an open area that was both ancient and regal. The ground beneath their feet was covered in dark, velvety soil, while towering walls made of shimmering grey stone surrounded them. Countless noble elves milled about, all dressed in identical armor and conversing with each other in hushed tones. But something felt off to Marco - there was not a hint of hostility or tension in the air, despite their unexpected arrival in what should be the Queen's personal domain.

Eleanor shared his suspicions, her sharp gaze scanning the area before she hurried over to stand by Marco's side. He could feel her warm breath tickling his ear as she whispered urgently, her words stirring something primal inside him once again.

"Something is amiss here...be prepared to fight if necessary." Her warning sent a shiver down his spine.

Marco nodded in agreement, unable to shake off the strange aura that permeated this place. It was almost as if everyone here was under some sort of spell - no one seemed to care about the presence of two outsiders, even in a place where the Queen supposedly resided.

'Belle...Kasumi...Be ready.'

'Yes perverted one'

'Yes Master'

****

As they approached the door, Marco could feel an eerie atmosphere emanating from it. The two girls giggled nervously as they made their way inside, leaving him to observe their playful backs as they skipped down the dark hall.

"This place is strange, doesn't it remind you of the village we passed through?" Eleanor remarked, her voice tinged with unease.

"Indeed, I imagine whoever was responsible for the bizarre behavior in that place has somehow tainted the royal party," Marco replied.

"But to what end?" Marco questioned inwardly, joining Lady Eleanor by a closed sandy stone door.

They paused for a moment, taking in their surroundings. Marco noticed a set of elaborate golden markings on the front of the door - two winged beasts with long reptilian necks facing off against each other. A faint memory of similar carvings flitted through his mind, but he had no time to dwell on it. He pressed his palm against the door and pushed it aside.

A wave of trapped musky air hit him, carrying the scent of spices and humid air. As he stepped inside, he could hear audible sounds of deep moaning and panting. Straining his gaze to see through the thick mist, Marco tried to make sense of the scene before him. The mist slowly dissipated, revealing a cavernous hall filled with nude Elven women engaged in various sexual acts. There were almost two dozen women in total, some sipping on sweet wine from delicate cups while others took drags from lavishly crafted glass bottles containing blue smoke.

Despite his body responding naturally to the arousing scene before him, Marco couldn't shake off a feeling of tension and unease. Something dark was at play here.

‘What the fuck is all of this?’

Eleanor too held the same bewildered look against her face. But then her gaze looked to have caught wind of something, which drew a surprised look across her face, shortly followed by a gasp.

“You…you are…not the Queen?”

The words hung in the air, drawing a deep shock from Marco. He had never met the legendary Queen of the Elven race before, an enigmatic figure so revered and widely known that her very decree could call to arms the heads of the five sects. As he scrutinized his gaze towards this figure, he couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and intimidation. Amongst the Elves in attendance, there were a few who stood out amongst the rest, not just in their physical attractiveness but also in the powerful aura they carried. Most of these women were not simple beings; they were all at least equivalent to a silver-ranked knight. But among them were two who exceeded even that rank, one of which was a stunning Elf with luscious platinum hair woven into a lengthy braided tail. Her perfectly shaped almond eyes held a slight vacancy as she languidly caressed a glass of dark auburn liquid.

Despite her beauty, there was something unsettling about her stare, causing Marco to shudder instinctively as he activated Belle's power.

"Master, Belle smells something familiar," she chimed in his head.

"Just like those strange people we encountered in the town. Something is influencing their auras."

It was evident that this was not just a mere indulgence, but rather a cunning and sinister scheme at play. Marco's mind was reeling as he tried to piece together the puzzle of who could possibly be behind it all. The feeling of admiration for their cleverness was overshadowed by the chilling realization that they were dealing with someone far more powerful than expected.

A sly smile played upon the lips of the Elven woman before them; her beauty almost unsettling in its perfection.

"Ah, so you must be...oh wait, I see. The ones sent from the citadel? The elves who drink from the cup of our oppressors. Hehehe, come, won't you join me for some sweet wine?"

Eleanor exchanged a worried glance with Marco before returning her gaze to the highborne Elf. "We have come to escort the Queen's traveling party to the Blue Mountains, where the Azure Feather sect resides. But surely, you are not her?" she stressed.

"Very perceptive," the Elf responded nonchalantly. "No, I am not the great sovereign you came here expecting. Her highness is currently somewhere between the Northern Empire and Sauldon Lake. This so-called pilgrimage to the Azure Feather sect was merely a smoke screen."

A smoke screen? Marco's thoughts raced as he tried to make sense of everything. "So the Queen never intended to visit each of the five sects...then why-"

"Hahaha, oh dear, you still haven't realized it yet," interrupted the Elf with a mischievous glint in her eye. "I really shouldn't say this...but we've been enlightened. So I'm feeling quite good hehehe. You see, her highness did have plans to visit each sect until she received troubling news shortly after the decree was made."

"What kind of news?" Eleanor asked warily.

"The most valuable kind," replied the Elf with a smirk. "Insight that suggests the next demon King is due to awaken soon...and guess where he'll arise from?"

Marco's stomach dropped as he had a sinking feeling he already knew the answer. "The Azure hills," he muttered.

"Correct!" exclaimed the Elf, clapping her hands in delight. "Where the Immortals sleep, a new dragon shall be born. A harbinger of darkness and chaos never before seen. It will roam the land and awaken ancient beasts from their slumber. And it will serve its master- none other than the new demon King."

"This is madness! Who would believe such nonsense?" Marco retorted angrily, though deep down fear was beginning to gnaw at him.

"It doesn't matter if you believe it or not," replied the Elf nonchalantly. "It is the truth. I am incapable of telling lies now that we are free from the burden of secrets and ambitions." As she spoke, beautiful Elven women began to surround her, taking turns showering her with passionate kisses. Marco couldn't help but grimace as he realized something was very wrong with them.

"Who did this to you all?" Eleanor asked, her unease palpable.

The Elf's smile only widened. "Would you like to meet him? You could join us in our freedom and forget about your worries. And my, what a sexy Elf you are...him too..." Her words trailed off suggestively as she gestured towards Marco. "We could all have so much fun together."

Ignoring her suggestions both Marco and Eleanor understood what must be done.

'Good now I can finally kill this guy.'

A knowing nod passed between Marco and Eleanor, a silent understanding of their formidable abilities. Only a handful of people outside of the legendary masters could possibly handle them both simultaneously. Marco's body tingled with energy as he rolled his Qi through his muscles, preparing for battle. Inwardly, he spoke and readied his holy gear, his left hand covered in glowing white and gold chains that wrapped around his arm. The golden aura hummed with power, enveloping him completely.

Eleanor mirrored his preparations, her body surrounded by a dazzling azure light that caused the ground to tremble beneath their feet. It took only a few moments for them to prepare after hearing about their opponent's whereabouts.

Without wasting any time, they pushed past the crowded nude bodies and emerged on the other side to face a set of towering doors. Marco channeled his Qi through his palms and forcefully blew open the doors, sending a cloud of dust flying into the air. He led the way inside while Eleanor followed closely behind.

As they stumbled through the opening, they were surprised to find themselves outside in a courtyard. The sky above was a brilliant shade of blue, and their feet sank into a neatly trimmed carpet of green grass. Marco couldn't help but be drawn to the stone pillars and sandstone statues scattered throughout the area. As he carefully observed these strange objects, he began to notice a pattern emerging.

Dragons? Marco thought to himself in confusion.

Before he could ponder further, he heard Eleanor's voice gently calling out to him.

"Marco... look over there," she said, motioning towards the center of the courtyard.

There sat an obscenely large creature made from stone, far exceeding anything Marco could have imagined. But what caught his attention even more was the small youth sitting beside it. As he watched, the boy's short strands of black hair slowly turned snow white before his eyes. This bizarre transformation was not what surprised him the most, though. It was the piercing scarlet gaze of the boy that sent shivers down Marco's spine.

"Finally, the antagonist has arrived," the youth said casually before adding with a hint of disdain,

"And alongside the deceitful mother. How unsurprisingly expected."

With a fierce determination, Marco wasted no time in summoning his holy gear to arms. He could feel the intensity of the situation and knew exactly where it was heading. But just as he was about to strike, a strange repulsion washed over him. It was an unexpected feeling for someone of his prowess, causing his arm to jerk backwards in confusion.

Terror gripped Marco as he struggled to understand what was happening. Could it be that the chains of absolution were refusing his call? Just when he thought things couldn't get any worse, something sparkled beside the red-eyed youth. Something golden. A sense of dreadful familiarity washed over him as he realized what it was.

"It can't be! Is...is that a holy gear?" he exclaimed in disbelief.

The golden staff towered over the youth, adorned with a half-shaped moon crest on its helm. As a golden-ranked knight, Marco was highly sensitive to all types of auras, especially those of his kin. His mind raced as he tried to make sense of everything. Dragons? Holy gears? Amidst the chaos swirling in his mind, one question emerged from his trembling lips: "Who...who are you?"

"Hm? Who am I?" The figure replied with a chuckle. "Well...you can call me Wizard V, ahaha."

"Listen two on two wont be fair, so Ghraul...wakey wakey...go and fight them." The youth gestured towards the kneeling purple creature, who had been sleeping nearby. The deep growl that emanated from Ghraul sent shivers down Marco's spine as he prepared to defend himself. He didn't care about facing another holy gear; the danger radiating from this mysterious creature was suffocating.

His keen eyes caught Eleanor's aura skyrocketing as well, indicating that she too felt the same level of threat. Marco held a feeling that the boy was the snake's head that needed to be removed instantly, both he and Eleanor almost shared a telepathic message. And in seconds they both beelined towards the pale-haired youth.

But just as they drew closer, suddenly, black wings unfurled from the young man's back, propelling him up into the sky and out of their reach. Marco could only stare in awe at the flying figure, feeling a cold sense of dread creep down his spine. But then, a name that was once thought to be mythical escaped from his lips.

"Dra-dra-dragon!"

The youth hovered above them like a Guardian, looking down upon them with a crooked smile on his chilling mask. His partially opened mouth uttered a few words.

"Now then...shall we see if you're worthy enough to join my play?"