What did Marco get up to during the last 3 weeks? (1)

Marco's POV

Marco was in a sour mood today . He was expecting to be enjoying his final days on this mountain, relishing in his usual dealings. Such as coercing beautiful Elven girls to stick his cock inside of. Instead, he was admonished for his antics back in the training halls, and was now **** to clean out the herbal stall houses until told otherwise. The only saving grace about the entire ordeal, was the pleasure he found in beating the crap out of that arrogant weakling he hated so much.

This all started because of him.

He recalled the earlier days when Thorjen was doted upon by everyone. The ability of foresight had been a lost art for generations he was told. But somehow the half breed was born with it. Because of which, they all expected him to grow into a pivotal figure within the Elven world. But how wrong were they! Marco enjoyed watching the decline of the half breed, being unable to cultivate was just the right outcome for someone like Thorjen. It also became apparent that no matter how hard he struggled he would never be able to match him. His father had loaded his body with expensive potions and body growth pills. He never slacked in his cultivation either and eventually had risen to becoming one of the most strongest youths of his generation within the Azure sect.

Marco massaged his temple whilst he tried figuring out a way to make the best out of this problem. He glanced down his robes, his large cock was erect and throbbing.

‘Usually fucking two of my fathers maids in the morning was enough to keep me going until night time. But these last few days my balls have never felt so full before.’ Other than his maids, Marco had been enjoying a few of the Elven girls who were of a simple status compared to him. They were always trying to cur the favour of the highborns or the geniuses. He was considered both, so he was frequently fingering them after training or having them suck his cock when he was bored. But Marco had grown bored of the plain Elven girls thus far. He wanted to try conquering the stronger ones, the geniuses of his generation like Threyja.

‘Like that bitch Threyja’ he thought to himself. He always wanted to devour her the moment he laid eyes on her. She was just his type, innocent and beautiful face with curves and an ample bosom. She was also incredibly strong. Her feats would definitely not be ordinary in the future. She was just his type down to the last detail. There was even a brief moment he had with her a long time ago, that day he managed to caress her ample bum cheeks for a short while before she almost killed him with a viscous blow to his stomach.

‘Just you wait, you’ll definitely be tamed by this cock one day. You just haven’t realised it yet, but I’m the one that can give you all the things you desire in this world. Not that weakling you’re always **** to protect.’

Marco had gotten fed up lazing around and decided to cultivate his centre of powers for a short while. He was on the cusp of breaking through again, but couldn’t stable his mind enough to focus. So he decided to begin his arduous chore of cleaning the herbal store houses for the day.

The morning was a bright one, the warm sun fell upon the mountains and a glorious light bathed over the gardens.

Marcos father owned the herbal gardens where the ingredients for most of the elixirs and potions brewed on the mountain came from. The garden was situated behind a large greenhouse with various growing plants and flowers trapped inside. Marco waltzed through the golden road leading towards the store house. On either side of him he could see patches of lavishly green gardens with tiny flowers or large stalks growing across a field of green.

He glanced at the maids and helpers clothed in grey uniforms tending to the fields. Most of them noticed his arrival and quickly dropped their tools and performed nervous bows. Marco hardly spared them a single glance, instead he focused on the Elven women, specifically the young maidens he had already had his fun with on numerous occasions. Whenever he caught one of their gazes their cheeks would blush and they would turn their large eyes away shyly. Marco scanned their bodies as he walked, he was deciding which one too bring back to his room tonight.

‘Maybe I'll bring three with me this time and take turns fucking them.’ He pondered whilst he walked.

Marco eventually arrived at the large store house. He placed his hand against the door and gently pushed it aside. Upon entry, he was bombarded by a mixture of sweet and sour aromas flooding through his nostrils. The store house looked as it always had done. Far stretching rows upon rows of flowers, each with it’s own unique scent and colour patterns.

There were also large pots filled with soil with incredibly large bulky stalks with thorns wrapped all over them growing wildly. On the end of some of these stalks were bulbous sized flowers with gaping mouths and rows of sharp teeth. Marco observed the distant short trees growing with vines tangled all the way towards the glassed roof. On the other side of the store house, half a dozen shelves were built into the walls. Stacked along the shelves were rows of glasses filled with powders from herbs of all varieties.

Marco’s eyes suddenly widened as he noticed the ample round bottom of a familiar curly brownish haired girl.

‘Well-well what do we have here’ he thought to himself whilst he licked his lips.

Threyja was too busy arranging herbs into jars that she hadn’t noticed Marco’s lecherous gaze scanning her behind. Threyja wore brown shorts and a revealing bra fashioned out of leather. The store house tended to get quite hot, especially during the mornings. So it wasn’t unusual to see people go without their robes inside of here. Watching the sweat roll down her smooth skin, Marco had an idea and quickly begun to unbutton his robes. He tossed them aside, revealing his chiseled torso, barely covered by his tunic. He noticed one of the workers nearby was a familiar face. She was much older than most of the Elven workers here. So he wasn’t as cordial towards her as he was to others.

“Hey you there. Tell me something, you see that girl over there? what is she doing?” He asked the middle aged chubby woman with shrewd eyes.

“Ah-y-young master. Miss Threyja has been working in the store house recently. I…I cant say why but I did overhear the Lord of this place speaking of Casicial Red root being too expensive to be giving out, and so the young miss started to work here soon after.”

‘Casicial Red Root? That’s usually used to brew a Hyper body nourishing potion…of course! She's trying to help that weakling. Pfft- figures.’ Marco remembered that bloody smile gazing up at him despite him pummelling that weak shit Thorjen repeatedly.

He clenched his fists until his knuckles paled.

'Father would never give away such a root so easily. And If I recall he doesn’t have many left. So I’m guessing shes doing all this work to pay for a large portion of the red root.’ Marco could just about gather the scenario and felt even more annoyed the more he pondered about it. ‘Shes always cultivating, non stop like some wild beast. So for her to be doing this…for him…grrr’ Without realising Marco accidentally squeezed one of the empty jars beside him too hard, the **** of his well-honed martial body easily pulverised the glass into dust.

The noisy disturbance alerted Threyja, who swiftly turned on her heels. Her previous soft gaze beheld Marco and instantly hardened into a stern frown. ‘This bitch really has it in for me doesn’t she. No matter, it’ll only make conquering her that more fun.’ Marco creased his usual boyishly wide smile.

“Aha what a pleasant surprise, I didn’t expect to see you here beautiful Frey-Frey.”

“Don’t call me that! And why are you here.” Her stern tone was just as cold as it always was whenever she addressed Marco these days, he didn’t mind it as long as it was coming from her.

“Well, a little birdie told me you were tasked by my unruly father to spend your free time cooped up inside of this glassed fortress. So of course, being the gentle fellow I am, I decided to come here and keep you company.” Threyja didn’t say anything for a short while, merely keeping her curious glare fixated on the over jubilant standing Marco. Her eyes finally trailed down towards his half bare torso.

“Why are you not wearing your robes?” Although a clear look of disgust was written all over her face, her eyes trailed longer than Marco would’ve expected on his torso.

“Ah- I can ask the same about you.” He smiled boyishly; his eyes trailed down from those almond shaped eyes, along her slender tanned neck and towards those lovely busty moulds of flesh, hidden only by scantly brown leather. Thanks to the humid air trapped inside of this place. Marco could see her nipples hardened and poking slightly through the leathers she had on. He couldn’t help but get aroused by that.

“What the hell are you looking at! And what do you want I’m busy here.” Threyja snarled at him.

“I can see that, but I’m curious to understand why someone who dedicates so much of their time into cultivation, is spending the last days we have on this mountain playing with herbs.”

Marco noticed Threyja’s gaze softening whilst she pondered something.

“What I do with my time is none of your concern.” She replied less colder than before.

“Well considering we’ll both be representing the next generation of Elves aiming to become heroes. I have to say it is my duty to care about you.”

Threyja’s eyes lowered but once she saw the grin plastered across Marcos face her usual cold gaze resurfaced.

“You think I’m stupid like the rest of those idiots you’ve sunk your claws into. Don’t mistake me for them Marco, I’ll ram my fist down your mouth if you keep saying weird things.” Marco felt the surge of her aura and quickly took a few steps back.

‘She looks as beautiful and innocent like a lily but she has the temperament of an ape.’

“I wouldn’t dare. I heard you’re stuck here because you wish to acquire something from my father? Is it something I can help with.” Marco’s tone remained soft and slightly playful. He knew how to talk to women, his charming features were only the icing to his seductive powers. And years of perfecting his moves had created an immovable wall of confidence within him. To Marco he believed there was not an Elf or human that he couldn’t have. He either just needed enough time with them or enough power.

He knew what Threyja prided herself in was her strength. And now they were about to leave the blue mountains, where they would create their own adventures across the mainland. Marco was confident in overcoming the gap between their powers.

‘After all my, father has contacts in the mainland and he’s already started building his businesses. Hmph what can someone with no backing hope to achieve.’

“Sigh I don’t need anything from you Marco, how many times do I need to say that. Also, what I currently need I only need it because of you. If you wasn’t such a cruel and prideful person, more people would like you.”

‘Ah so she is doing this for the cripple. I still don’t understand what she sees within that weakling. Are ambitious women all like this?’

“If I was nicer then and say less prideful would you like me more then?”

Threyja wore a confused expression as she turned her eyes away from him.

“Just-just go away and stop disturbing me. I have a job to do.”

‘She didn’t say no. That’s a slight improvement.’ He thought.

“I know -I know and I merely just wanted to say sorry. I know it doesn’t mean much but I truly didn’t mean for things to go so far. Regardless of the issues me and Thorjen have, I shouldn’t have allowed you to get involved nor should I have picked on someone weaker than me. Because of that, here you are, choosing to ignore vital days of cultivation. I’m truly sorry.”

Threyja observed him for a while in silence. Before she merely sighed and turned back around to continue sorting out the herbs.