Marco Verse. 2.5 (A) - Seeking Threyja, the fall is not usually so wet.

Marco

Marco tilted his clear eyes towards the partially clouded azure-coloured skies above. He had gotten used to the warm Lucien air by now. And he somewhat understood why he used to hear the elders say how they believed Elves were supposed to spend their days beneath the warm springs and golden sun. In fact, he had heard long ago that the first Elf was born in spring.

Today he had finished his early morning cultivation training and perched himself on top of one of the three grey standing pillars, sat on the outskirts of one of the barracks where ranked knights could find lodging. There existed around 7 of these places, dotted across specific areas across the citadel and usually known by the monstrous sized pale statue of a knight erected into the heavens. You could see all 7 of these statues usually from anywhere high enough around the citadel. Find one and eventually one will stumble upon the barracks themselves.

Of course, Marco held no real interests in esteeming himself so low enough to actually stay at one of these cockroach infested places. His tastes were more refined than that. But he did however arrive at this place in hopes of surprising a very special person in particular, one where he had to see it in person to believe it, but the more he thought about what he had discovered concerning her origins. Things were beginning to make a lot of sense.

Dawn had finally lifted, and the morning sun finally took its rightful place in the skies above. Marco glanced towards the western side of the barracks, towards the hillside where the many homely looking stoned houses with orange roofs were built. A few faces started to appear along the grassland road which sloped down and past where he was currently perched. His brows gradually lifted before lowering into a cruel smile.

‘So my sources were right then? Hahaha she’s staying here.’ He couldn’t believe it himself. But he saw her slightly petite but full figure strutting across the sandy ground with a quickness not usually seen within simple pedestrians. Marco was also certain that many knights were probably nowhere near as fast as she was at her best.

He timed it to perfection and jumped down once he saw that flowing silvery silken hair dancing behind her in the wind. The moment their eyes crossed, whilst her own was filled with an initial shock, slight embarrassment before a cold rage started to fester. His own was a light hearted chuckle, making sure he held up his two hands to show his intentions were not hostile.

“What the fuck are you doing here Elf?” she snarled venomously without giving him a moments to explain, In an instant Marco felt her dense battle aura falling against his head as though a mountain had been dropped on top of him. He kind of expected it but nonetheless he had to give her credit for how swift and cold it she was.

‘Despite being the youngest, she is still one of the Holy 13 Wielders.’

He glanced down at his arm beside his side, he was shaking whilst beads of sweat softly rolled down the side of his head.

‘I’m not even scared and yet my body automatically reacted this way.’

The strength of the Holy 13 was clearly not a joke. A part of him was still unable to process having to do battle against one of these monsters tomorrow in an open arena.

“Are you deaf Elf? What the fuck are you doing here...”

“Forgive my intrusion, miss Lucy house of Deville the Grand knight of Compas” He sung with a gentle bow. Marco had been around enough of these high borne brats to understand they all suffered from that same problem. Their egos were too big and flattery was the usual drink to quench that dried problem.

“I come offering an accord...but first, I need to tell you something.” He lowered his raised arms and patted his clothes down gently. “OK here goes...I...I know what it’s like to have a...s-sick mother and a Dad who is an arsehole.”

Once those words flowed out from his mouth Marco could visibly see the moment where Lucy allowed her aura to skyrocket. Golden particles consolidated around her two fists that crystalized into glimmering gemstones. And in moments a golden claw wrapped over her dainty hands. Marco didn’t hesitate and sensed danger almost as soon as the golden lights appeared.

‘Kasumi- Arrow of ****...b-but don’t go overboard’ He made sure to mention

He heard his guardian scoff within his mental, he imagined she was probably rolling her eyes at his behaviour. After all how could she even dream of taking it easy against a holy gear. Marco wasn’t trying to kill nor fatally wound her so he thought at worst he would need to flee.

The black and violet flame appeared in his grasp. And a bow and arrow seemed to be drawn like magic around his outstretched arms. Marco released the spear like arrow which whooshed menacingly through the air and directly towards Lucy.

*CRACKLEEEEEE* *SHRIIIIIII-BOOOOOOOOOOOM*

A large dust cloud covered what was once a quiet sloping path. The nearby thin trees shook from the tremors before softly quietening down again. The air was filled with the chorus of crackling stones rolling against the ground with the soft pitter patter from tiny dust particles settling down against the ground.

*Cough-cough*

Marco appeared just outside of the dust cloud. The sleeves along his left arm were completely tattered, revealing his bare arm covered in slight cuts and black ash from his singed clothes. His arm slightly throbbed but all in all he was alive.

He wore a deep scowl whilst he pressed his gaze into the cloud of smoke.

‘She held back...and yet still.’

If it wasn’t for Kasumi’s space time ability helping him flee away in time. He might’ve come out a lot worser than what he endured. Though what surprised him was when he saw the state Lucy was in, drawing his attention to the second guardian he had sired. Wondering just how far her abilities go.

Lucy was hunched against one knee, trying to gather her lost breath with hard coughs in-between, her clothes were a complete mess and one would’ve thought it was Marco who carried the holy gear. He could see her fair slender legs, small gaps of her chest as well as a more clearer look at those ample breasts usually hidden behind her armour.

Marco couldn’t help licking his lips whilst his eyes scanned every piece of her firm body. ‘She’s not as full as Threya, but she's not as slim as Zia. Also, I bet she must go wild in the sheets.’ He amused with himself. Lucy eventually caught her breath back, least to say her face clearly revealed just how shocked she was.

“Y-y-you fucker!” she yelled at him

Sigh...She won't rest until she kills me at this rate. Let me wrap this up quickly.

“Listen I’m sorry for mentioning your mother at a sudden, but don’t take my words for insult. I simply found out your situation during my intel gathering on all the potential 13 wielders I could fight during tomorrow's festival. You-you see...my-my mother died when I was young...”

He saw Lucy’s anger suddenly cool down rapidly, her eyes even flashed with a sadden look briefly before their usual cold chill resurfaced.

“I also understand your father is being held at one of the prison camps for war crimes-”

“LIES-HE DIDNT DO ANYTHING! B-B-But that damn...grrrr”

‘ho-oh so my intel was right? Which means the person who actually sentenced him would be none other than...’ An image of an almost perfect looking slim faced young man appeared in his thoughts. With lavishly long golden hair, an imposing golden armour and the most peculiar set of glowing amber eyes. That face which gave him chills was currently the unofficial leader of the 13 wielders. Gramethus, but everyone called him Gram the Golden.

_“I...I agree. Your father was wrongfully imprisoned” _he said feigning a look which showed he felt pained by even speaking those words.

“My father holds a good standing amongst the elders of our Azure feather sect. Coincidentally, he’s also part of the justice union which deals with common place criminals especially Elven cultivators who have been trialed on the mainland. If you want...I can see if there is anything he can do.”

His words drew the expectant response he predicted. Lucy could no longer hold her emotions back, her grey eyes opened wide in disbelief. Her pretty mouth trembled slightly but no audible words came through. Marco saw her usual cold exterior melt before his very eyes. There wordless gaze did eventually awake her from her stupor, she shook her head free and stared towards the ground in silence.

‘She’s thinking about it.’

He tried to remain aloof, understanding in these matters it was very important that he upheld some level of outward ignorance. His experience watching his father manipulate others had always stirred something unusual within the way he saw others. His mother briefly showered him with love, but then that love turned cold when she died. And instead he had his father, a cold and shrewd face fellow who insulted his efforts more than praise. ‘Why am I even thinking about that right now’ he grimaced beneath his false smile.

“Sigh...I...I know you want something from me in return, isn't it? So go on” t-t-tell me what it is?” Lucy nervously asked. Marco noticed her fair cheeks had turned bright red. Which surprised him a little and filled his mind with wild ideas.

“Ah-well I would need some sort of compensation but for now...I merely need a single thing.” He said raising a single finger.

“A-and what is that?” Lucy begrudgingly asked him.

“Tomorrow I fight for a chance to obtain something I’ve been dreaming of for my entire life. But as with all things during my life, fate desires me to spend 5 minutes in a den filled with beasts aiming to kill me. And I'd like to make sure I'm well equipped for what's to come. So...Lucy, I need you to tell me everything you know about the Golden Ranked Knight ill be fighting.”

She started to ponder his words deeply. By now she had regained her full vitality and stood firm as the two swords seated in their sheaths. “Out with it then? Which one of us will you be challenging.” Marco instantly noticed her guard being raised again. He found her bashfulness more so amusing than anything else.

“Heh...Kheiana.” He replied firmly. Lucys eyes rattled again, this time her shock ran deep. “Wh-what are you insane? I don’t know what rock you’ve been hiding under recently- but she’s insanely strong. Even without a Holy Gear. My goodness so the rumours were true, you are completely mad.” Marco could only crease a knowing smile in response, of course he had already weighed the beast kin general and wielder of the Holy Gear known as ‘forsaken cuffs’ was perhaps one of, if not the natural strongest amongst the 13. But Marco wasn’t as scared as quite a lot of others in his shoes might’ve been.

‘There’s no way in hell I’d feel good enough stepping into the ring with that beast without Winstons bag filled with tricks.’ He smoothed his spatial ring, filled with countless accursed potions. After perfecting the once treacherous curse used to enslave the Elves. The wizard boy had found a way to change its properties and created something world changing. Marco was willing to stake his life on testing how effective it was in front of one of the strongest beast kin he could think of going against.

‘And if all fails, I’ve got both Belle and Kasumi...which reminds me. We need to look for another guardian...Isn't that right belle.”

“Yes Master belle agrees.” The sprite playfully sung through his mental.

Lucy couldn’t believe the sheer look of confidence he was exuding. Marco observed her whilst she continually fought against the different thoughts swirling within her mental.

“If I had known you’d be going through with this I might’ve preferred if you just...” Her cheeks turned red again as her lips refused to finish that sentence. Marco caught all these details but all he would do was smile for now. ‘Your time will come.’

He approached Lucy with measured steps. Never lifting his gaze away from her. She looked less imposing and cold like before. Now her shoulders were even slightly slouched. Once he was a few feet away from her he held his hands behind his back in a leisurely manner.

‘Belle...Show me her erogenous zones.’

‘Yes master...’

Marco’s palms were covered in an unseen violet hue. He noticed as soon as he stood within touching distance Lucy looked to have noticed something. Marco flinched every so slightly but redeemed himself quickly but pretending to trip over his heels, which bundled him forward forcefully. He managed to steer his fake fall just to the side of Lucy. Who by instinct caught him by his arm.

“H-hey watch it!” Marco smiled lightly back towards her and used his hand to softy pat her two times.

‘Arousal x40’

“A-ahh?” Lucy moaned unexpectedly before swiftly releasing Marco’s arm. She was completely flustered now but looked to have used her battle spirit to calm her body down. Marco only needed the single touch. Now he could see bright jade and violet particles gathered around her neck, her breasts and her thighs.

“L-listen ahem. I’ll...damn it I'll help you! But on one condition.”

“Anything you ask...I will give you. You have my word.” This time he stepped closer towards her and stood imposingly over her shorter frame. He could see her arousal growing, she was sweating ever so slightly and couldn’t stop looking away once their eyes made contact. Marco decided to strike whilst the iron was hot and cautiously moved his hand towards her face, he noticed her eyeballs shaking, scrutinizing, before finally softening as he gently moved one of the silver strands of hair behind her ears.

“I will free your father...you have my word.”

‘Arousal 40’

Lucy’s eyes welled with water, he noticed her body slightly trembled before she delicately moved a few paces backwards and then forwards again, Marco followed her retreat so as she swayed forward she fell into his firm chest. He wrapped his arns around her, feeling her delicate body flinch and become rigid.

“Wh-what do you think you’re...”

“It’s alright you know...it’s alright to believe in people. Not everyone will betray you like those from before. "Lucy's body stiffened before it gradually started to sink closer into his chests. She buried her face into his chest. And very quickly Marco heard soft sounds of sobbing and sniffling.

‘Hehehe easy. Now then, shall I break you first...or go find Frey-frey'

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The town was filled with countless folk this afternoon. He remained well hidden, standing in the shade afforded to him by a rather well purposely built merchant stall selling fishing equipment and boatswan's for hire. No one bothered him after the owner had asked him what he wanted and he replied back with a cold glare. His Qi and battle aura were tightly in sync these days, so Marco found it easy to allow his spirit to control the mood of others around him.

He gave a lazy yawn whilst he waited for his target to arrive. Marco could feel all the different aura's around him, bronze...iron...iron...silver...iron...bronze. To keep himself busy he tested just how in tune he had become with his senses. 'This place looks like it's crawling with weaklings. But only an idiot would think that tells the full story.' Beneath the heartfelt songs, the beautiful tiled stones and the wisteria gardens sprouting throughout the city. He could faintly feel the aura of experts secured in the shadows. Marco chortled, 'One day soon, i'll be the strongest. And ill uproot all you hidden experts.' He suddenly felt his mood darkening to the point he considered going back to his living quarters to train for the day.

'Master...Belle can feel her...The big boobed miss is here.' Marco felt it too. His eyes instantly softened before he placed his gaze towards a certain area within the busy streets.

Not before long the one who kept him idly waiting had appeared. She was dressed in her martial kimono robes, barely able to keep a calm exterior. ' Even from here I can see her flushed face and awkward movements, hehehe she must've found the dual cultivation art I planted...Now then, how should I play this.'

Threya was without her armour today by the looks of things. She wore a skin tight fitted kimono similar to the style of dress often seen amongst the Elves from the Azure feather sect. Marco felt his urges rousing again, just from observing her from afar like this was enough to send his mind into an orbit of possibilities as to how he was going to capture her heart.

At the end of each one of his daydreams he finished off by filling Threya’s womb with his semen.

*Melodic melody being played*

Marco’s attention was quickly swayed by the sounds of a rhythmic toil of bells from the right side of where he stood. He found a hunched fellow with silver symbols placed on his lap, whilst his fingers hovered above the instruments, deftly moving without actually touching the symbols and yet producing such a soft sounding melody. What was bizarre to witness was the fact Marco instantly realised he was using Qi.

‘ A cultivator?’ he wondered. Whilst he was intrigued he didn’t think anything more of it. But then something flashed through his mind. A plan of some sorts. His eyes instantly moved towards the fellow playing the instrument using Qi. And without a second thought he leisurely strolled towards the fellow.

Marco didn’t need to do much convincing on his part. As soon as the man sensed him his eyes trembled with fear.

His plan was simple. He would pay the fellow to casually pretend as though he’s taking a stroll through the busy streets, unbeknownst to the Elven beauty casually walking from the other direction. The fellow would then inject a small ounce of Qi into her hand whilst passing by her. In most cases this was completely harmless, usually ones opposing Qi was enough to destabilise any small amount of foreign Qi entering the body. But Marco understood Threyja’s condition was anything but normal, and he imagined the slightest of discomforts to her Qi channels would send her body going haywire.

Of course to the helpless stranger, the request stirred an uncomfortable look from him. Marco could tell he was itching to refuse, but naturally the man felt compelled to obey after seemingly realising his own rank as a knight.

Marco casually dropped a few silver pieces into the mans open palm, then he threatened him and sent him away to complete his given task. He soon returned to his previous vantage point. Overlooking the winding busy road filled with throngs of people.

He saw Threyja closing in at a steady pace towards the hunched man who was awkwardly bumping into people along the way. Marco watched on with anticipating feverishness.

Unlike Zia, who had fallen to his clutches way before he managed to inflict the curse upon her. Threyja was naturally stronger willed and advanced in her cultivation compared to Zia, so Marco held no surprises that she wasn’t immediately subservient to him at this stage. He just needed to fuck her once, then the last bit of will she had will be gone…forever.

The anticipation was palpable for him, all those years he had been **** to watch her from afar. At first he might’ve brushed off his desires as a childish fetish, a spoiled child wanting all the nice things his eyes could see. But over time the more he saw her, the more he was drawn to her like a moth was to a flame. He wanted...no... he needed! To conquer her by any means necessary. To his own personal goals, bedding the strongest and most beautiful Elf would be the perfect way to announce his arrival into the world as a front runner for the position as the strongest Knight. Then he would become King.

He saw both Threyja and the fellow clothed in loose robes finally about to cross one another’s paths. Threyja looked none the wiser about her impeding fate. Marco could see signs of concern and absentmindedness riddled against her features. For a few moments he even felt slightly bad about that. Then it finally happened, the fellow slipped past Threyja and with the deftest of touches brushed past her hand. Marco’s eyes almost jumped out.

Threyja took two steps forward before she suddenly rooted her heels in place. She started to shake her head in denial, then she hugged her swaying body before she gently crumbled to the ground. Her sudden fall drew gasps and whispers from the onlookers, some of the tall broad-shouldered men licked their lips and tried to approach her.

‘Like vultures to the carcass of grade A meat. But those fools haven’t realized that is my meat they’re touching. Hmph’ Marco tapped his foot, circulating both his Qi and his battle aura into the same point. The results were as one of his level might’ve expected. He vanished from his spot as swift as a gust of wind.

*WHOOOOOSH*

“ahh-what the hell was that”

“Ahh-so windy all of a sudden”

“Damn it some one catch my hair-who the fuck done that-show yourself!”

Marco fissured right in front of the approaching group. He turned around to lazily look at the tallest of the approaching fellows. The moment they made eye contact with him, he saw fear strike through their hearts. No one dared to approach further.

Marco turned back towards Threyja, she was keeled over, sitting on her knees with heavy breaths escaping her mouth. Marco didn’t waste any more time and moved forwards and scooped her up in his two arms.

“Hold on tight...” he whispered gently into her ears. He could see her face was completely red, she was starting to sweat a lot whilst her eyes were vacantly wide.

Marco took them both to the nearest quiet place he could find. He managed to locate a barn not too far out from the outskirts of the citadel. He swiftly carried Threyja inside. Looking down he noticed her excited gaze looking deeply into his eyes.

“Sigh...I told you to be careful. There's no telling what that mob would've done...h-hey Threyja are you...are you ok?”

Threyja remained silent, her mouth slightly parted a few times as she looked as though she was going to say something, she didn’t in the end and continued to stare dreamily into Marco’s eyes. Even he too had to admit he felt a slight fluster in his gut. After all, she was by far the most beautiful creature he had ever laid eyes upon. ‘Wait-wh-what the fuck am I doing.’ He swiftly removed those intrusive thoughts from his mental.

‘Belle...Arousal...80%’

‘As you wish master’

‘Perverted one...the little one's power is very potent. I advise you to be at ease with the level you raise that Elven maidens desires.’ Kasumi chimed into his thoughts. Marco nodded but he practically wasn’t going to stop at this point.

“Auhhh” he felt her body squirming again, and with Belle’s ability applied against the effects of the curse. Threyja could barely withstand the onslaught. He saw her lower legs tremble, *Squirt-Squirt* Marco felt something wet against his arm.

‘D-did she just...’ The warm liquid eventually penetrated through his clothes. And a confident smile creased against his face. ‘Hehehe well would you look at that. I made her cum. That cripple must be rolling in his grave.’

Marco brought his mouth closer as though he didn’t just orchestrate the changes currently going through her body.

“Threy! Wh-whats the matter?” he asked

“I...I...n-need help.” he heard her frailly mutter. Suddenly Marco watched as she leaned upwards and kissed him.

Her sweet and wet tongue explored his mouth willingly. Marco felt his concealed urged finally erupt. He took control and played with her tongue. They both embraced one another tighter. Sounds and splutters from their mouths as moans and slurping sounds filled the entire barn.

“Slurp...hmm...hyup...mmm...ah...W-wait F-frey...” Marco was feeling so excited he felt himself about to devour her. He wanted to savor every bit of this moment. After removing his mouth away he saw Threya’s face filled with blush. Her eyes completely lost to her arousal. Marco carried her towards one side of the barn. He saw heaps of hay piled against the wall and rather forcefully tossed her onto the heap of golden straws.

Before she had time to even gather herself, he mounted her, then used his hand to gently raise her chin before he forcefully parted her lips with his tongue and explored her warm mouth.

"Mmm...ah...mmpf...slurp...ah...mm... ahh...mh...nhum...Ah-ah...mmm...slurpppp"

"hmm...ah...mhpf...M-mar...mhmmpf...slurp...ah...mmm...nyum...Ah-ah...mmm...slurp"

Grappled by lust they both enjoyed one another's mouths sensually for quite time time. Constantly sucking away at each other's tongues. After a while Marco pulled away and stood up. He removed his clothes until his chiseled bare torso was on show.

He could see her eyes had finally surrendered at this point she was fully underneath the will of the curse. Heart shapes were practically in place of her pupils.

“Now then my beautiful Frey-frey shall we begin the healing process.” Marco could hardly wait to penetrate her tight virgin pussy.

Threya's eyes were filled with slight tear, Marco frowned understanding she was probably thinking about the cripple. He moved towards her and held her hand and placed it against his torso. ‘Belle Arousal 50%’

Threyja’s eyes sunk, he could see her facial expression finally fall into a depraved look.

“y-yes...p-please heal me.”

A sinister grin creased against Marco’s face. He helped moved her hand into his trousers and allowed her to feel the throbbing heat from his thick pulsating cock.

Threyja’s wild eyes were filled with a reserved excitement. She was biting her lower lip whilst smoothing his thick meat.

‘Hehehe Finally! Finally, Frey-Frey we’re about to have so much fun.’

*Continues in Threyja CH1*