Winston

Marco POV

Marco followed his father into the lonesome cottage house. The first thing he noticed was the pungent smell of burning flowers wafting around the air. Since he spent a great period of time around his fathers store houses back on the mountain, he was frequently used to being around this familiar scent. It usually meant someone had been brewing a strong blend of dried ingredients and herbs for potions.

Inside of the house was a wall filled with herbs and glassed liquids placed on long shelves. Beneath it sat a peculiar squared table with odd appliances and knobs affixed to it. Marco hadn't seen a workbench quite like it before. It reminded him of the ancient style sketches he once saw illustrations of within his mothers old notebook.

A lot of these olden styled benches tended to be used to brew potions and body enhancing pills. Marco didn’t know why, but he was assured these style of work benches in particular had been synonymous to a particular group of fellows he heard his father mention once upon a time…The Wizards.

His father and the old man wearing blue had sat down and already engaged in a deep conversation. Marco understood these matters were not for his ears directly. He decided to pretend he was busying himself by admiring all the different odd appliances or glassed roots he noticed around the cottage.

“You’ve not aged a day since I've last seen you hahaha. Fucking Elves ey!” said the old man

“You’ve aged terribly of course. Surprised you haven’t found a potion to reverse all the wrinkles against your face.” Varriel replied back nonchalantly.

“Hahaha age or not, as long as my two hands and the one between my legs still work. That’s all that matters. Say that your boy?”

“Yes...His name is Marco....he’ll be part of the chosen select we’ll be sending to learn from the Lucien Kingdom.”

“Not bad-not bad a single glance tells me he’s quite strong too. Interesting...” Marco felt uncomfortable whilst the old man watched him from afar with a strange gaze.

“Ahem-about what we discussed.” His father interrupted.

“Yes-yes serious matters as per usual with you ey Varriel. You should be more like Raz. despite his pompous attitude that Elf knows how to enjoy himself haha."

Marco pretended to not pay any attention to them, but secretly he was listening to every word spoken. 'So he knows Chief Raziel as well, that would make sense, I imagine whatever my father has been tasked with was ordered by the chief. Hmmm still though, wonder what sort of relationship these three have.'

"But business first with you isn't it ahaha. Hey kid! Why don’t you go in the back there and ask my boy to come out here. His room is the last one to the right.” the old man said to him gesturing towards the outer rooms behind him.

Marco was a little annoyed he was being referred to as a kid but after he glanced towards his father and met his cold gaze, all he could do was obediently nod his head.

“Of course” Marco replied with a plastic smile. He made his way towards the corridor behind him, four doors sat against the narrow walls here. Marco walked to the last door on the right and wrapped his knuckles against the brass wood.

“Come in-come in-I'm almost done.” he heard a gentle voice from within

Marco could hear weird noises coming from the inside and so he chose not to enter.

“You’re being called...the old man requests for your presence.” He said stiffly.

There was a brief silence from inside of the room, before the door opened and the voice inside finally showed its face.

A boy with dark brown skin and spiky blue hair appeared. He was wearing what Marco could only make out to be a workers jacket, covered with dark stains and grime. “Oh- we have guests. Pardon my tardiness. I am Winston...and you are?”

Marco narrowed his gaze whilst he watched the outstretched hand moving towards him, he recalled what his father said about showing hospitality but he still couldn’t shake off his disgust towards humans. Begrudgingly he did however eventually shake the youth's hand.

“Nice! Now we’re friends. Say, you’re an Elf aren’t you. Don’t be alarmed! I have been studying your kind for quite some time , hahaha well, you can say its become something of an obsession on my end. Tell me if this is weird or not but can I touch your ears?” the chattering boy asked

Marcos eyes widened before falling into its usual scowl.

“No...you cannot touch my ears!”

“Damn it! well im sure you might change your mind later on hahaha. Anyway, the old man wants me does he?”

Marco nodded whilst making sure he kept a good enough distance apart from the strange youth.

“That’s great! This means I can finally show off my hard work. Ah would you be interested in testing out this new potion I made, it's supposed to help you advance your battle spirit by 10 folds. But before that, haha you should follow me, you’ll not want to miss this. Oh by the way do you mind helping me carry something.”

Marco frowned a little once he heard the strange request, but seconds later he was left mortified once he was allowed to peer into the door behind Winston. There was a naked blonde headed Elf laying on the floor. Her eyes were wide open, but carried a vacant look within them. Marco could hear her soft moans muddled with her stable breathing. His first thought was to bash this humans head into a bloody paste. But then he noticed odd lilac ruins formed almost like a tattoo over her crotch.

“OK before you go crazy because I'm quite the good judge of character, and I can almost guarantee you’ve taken this the wrong way. Here me out. Ahem...Well I’ve been tasked to reverse engineer a curse spell. I don’t think I'm allowed to say much about it, but I don’t imagine you would’ve been brought to us if your father didn’t want you to know .

Anyway, here it goes. The curse is based on an ancient spell that was once used to subdue the Elven race a very long time ago. I’ve spent almost 5 years perfecting that curse, and instead of it being a ticking time bomb which turns its victim crazy. I've managed to twist, bend and renew its framework in order for it to act as a highly potent aphrodisiac. It still requires a few steps to achieve total domination but still...”

“An aphrodisiac...but why? And what's that got to do with that Elf.” Marco eyes trailed over the body. Her breasts were shaped nicely, and her pubic hair was modest. He couldn’t help but feel slightly aroused, although most of it was being suppressed by the rage growing inside of him.

“Well considering the curse was made just for Elves, the potion I've made also only works with Elves too, Elven women more so.”

“Wh-what did you say!” Marco couldn't believe his ears

“Haha I see now that’s piqued your interest. Well, all I can say is someone from your mountain wants a potion strong enough to ignite an uncontrollable lust within Elven women. To the point they basically become mindless slaves who live solely to consume the potion. It's quite highly addictive and if you asked me shouldn’t be seeing the light of the day. But the old man instructed me...so here I am.”

Marco was speechless, on one hand he wanted to disapprove those claims. But the more he thought about the situation on the azure peaks, and the nature of the one who is currently the leader of the tribes. Things started to make more sense. He also understood the entire Elven race, including the elders on the Azure mountains answered to one particular being. The Elven Overlord, Queen Hada.

‘If this is true...then my plans to capture Threyja will be easier from here on out. I just need to have her hooked on this potion and then I'll be able to claim her as my own.’ Marco understood Threyja was just the starting point. He intended to take them all, any beauty he came across that satisfied his growing urges would be his. Suddenly, Marco could see the road laid out before him to become king. Not only did he also have the guardian of desires on his side now, but he also had this potion. He chuckled inwardly, this was going to be easy for him.

“You’ve got a host of questions to ask me I'm sure, but don’t worry I believe this is the start of a very lucrative partnership between us. Oh, you didn’t tell me your name?”

Marco was still lost in his thoughts and didn’t capture Winstons chattering voice straight away,

“Oh-right yes...I am Marco...and suddenly I'm looking forward to this friendship between us.” a charming smile creased over Marco’s face, it seemed as though the world wanted him to fulfil his goals. And he couldn’t wait to fulfil them