What did Marco get up to during the last 3 weeks? (2)

“Actions speak louder than words. I thought we already agreed you would leave Thorjen alone.” Threya said

“Ahh that was an agreement which expired quite a long time ago. If memory serves me well, you were quite friendly enough to offer me your-“

Whoosh

Marco’s Qi shot up suddenly as he was **** to dodge to one side hastily. Threyja’s punch just about missed him and created a deafening *Bang* sounding throughout the store house, as though the air was smashed into pieces. The maids shrieked in fear whilst a few pots were blown away into bits.

She’s not messing around is she.’ Marco looked at his shoulder which had bruised. Maybe I went too far too soon.

Threyja was breathing steadily with her fist coated in a visible white aura. Her eyes filled with a malicious intent.

“I told you before. If you ever mentioned that again…I would break you.”

Marco immediately tossed both of his arms up in protest. “Forgive me-forgive me, but you’ve mistook my words as me taunting you, when I simply wanted to remind you I did follow our agreement. That was until the crip-I mean Thorjen! Decided to not know his place and challenge me.”

“You’re a liar Thorjen isn’t the type of person to go around looking for trouble. You and your minions are the ones that wont leave him alone.”

“He’s put two of those minions! In states where they are unable to cultivate for a short while. Let’s not be hypocritical and pretend Thorjen isn’t a genius when it comes down to understanding martial forms and the principles of things. Even if he is unable to cultivate he’s smarter than my friends and he uses that to hurt people too when all they want to do is test the so called genius born once every thousand of years. Go and ask Elder Mathella about the youths shes been **** to heal after sparring with him.”

Threyja seemed unable to refute that point. Although she was certain Thorjen wasn’t picking fights with anyone. It was true that he did have a slight advantage when it came down to understanding martial forms. Marco had seen the two spar, and what surprised him the most was despite clearly seeing Threyja holding back by not using any Qi in her attacks, she still wouldn’t overwhelm the cripple. He saw all her attacks and carefully understood how to manoeuvre himself in a position to counter. His movements and calm demeanour during battles was truly something worth praise, even if Marco hated the half ling, he wasn’t a fool towards the matters of martial techniques and forms.

In truth, deep-deep down Marco was awed by it, he even felt a little sorry for the cripple on the rare occasion. If he carried the ability to cultivate, he was assured Thorjen would be quite the **** to be reckoned with. But alas fate behaved in its own way. And Marco was going to take advantage of fate and get everything he personally desired. And this buxom Elf standing in front of him was on his list of wants.

‘Shes probably thinking back during their spars. A battle ape like her has probably doubted whether he’s an actual cripple or not by how well he moves. heheh i can read her like an open book.'

“Let's mate a new deal. I promise to leave your friend alone, and to show my generosity I'll help you get the flower you want.”

Threyjas eyes widened in disbelief for some moments, but her usual chilling gaze soon surfaced as she looked to have thought over some things.

“Wh... what do you want?”

“Ah nothing-nothing I just wanted to help. It’s my fault you’re missing out on cultivating because of what I did. And as I stated before, I meant it when I said it's important for the betterment of our people if you’re as strong as you can possibly be. I’ll even help you brew it.”

Threyja again was taken aback, Marco could already sense the discord within her thoughts.

‘Don't you worry precious my Frey-I'll take my time and wear you down! After all, that cripple wont be around to disturb us once we reach the mainland. Then lets see how long it takes for you to be begging for my cock like the rest of them’ Marco could hardly contain himself, but he understood this was not something he could rush. Just like the most potent and important flowers. Time was needed to enjoy the benefits.

“Fine, but if you try anything funny Marco, I swear you’ll regret it.”

“Ah yes-yes I wouldn’t dare. We’ll use my father's brewing station, but it has to be done at night. Don’t worry its only because he keeps an eye on that place during day but usually spends time at night away from this place. It should only take us a few days to make it.”

“Then why do you need me there if you’ve got it covered?”

“I don’t need you, but I know you’ll doubt whether I brewed it successfully or added poison. I understand of course with my track record of being vile to people. But you’re one of the few people I wish to make amends with before our departure. And trust is something earned.”

He saw many changes of expressions across Threyjas face. She was wrestling with her doubts and the obsessive need to brew the potion in time which would still allow her to use the natural mountainous air to cultivate.

Marco was very aware that many of the geniuses were trying to breakthrough in time using the natural resource around them. The air itself was coated in pure ki, something they wouldn’t be getting once they descend the mountain and arrive at the mainland. Threyja must be clearly thinking about that. Marco could see her eyes shifting around in deep thought.

“Fine ill accept. I’ll meet you here at night. Don’t be late and don’t screw me around...I'm going now.” Marco stood rooted to his heels as he saw her nonchalantly place the herbs down and walk away.

‘Wait is she going like that? she wont even help me pick the seeds I need...this bitch.’

“I suspect you have no issues with carrying on the rest of the job for me right?” Her mischievous smile almost sent his mind running wild.

“Ah of course Frey-Frey I’ll do anything you want.”

“Good then we have a deal, and stop calling me that” She smiled a little when she said that and proceeded out of the store house.

Marco could only greedily watch her ample ass swaying from side to side whilst she walked away.

‘Fuck, I’m going to need to find someone to help me empty my balls now. Damn you Frey, you’ll regret this one day.’

The next few days Marco was true to his word. He and Threyja snuck into the store house filled with herbs, and Threyja marshalled over him whilst he purposely took his time with brewing the hyper body enrichment potion. In Truth Marco was confident he could brew a good enough potion in 2 days, but he stretched out the process to four to help him spend more time with Threyja. The first night she was very reserved and stood by the door with her arms folded. Her words were brief too, Marco expected that and made sure he looked as though he was arduously focused on brewing the potion. The second and third day she brightened up a little more. The next day they were both going to undergo the blessing ceremony and Marco could sense her uneasiness.

“Hey, you don’t need to feel so nervous. You’re destined to become something incredible on the mainland. And just watch, the blessing ceremony will confirm that. So let your worries not cloud your martial heart.” Marco was merely reciting some of the nonsense the elders always said to him growing up.

“Thank you, Marco...you’ve been quite nice these last few days, I thought I'd have beaten you up to a pulp by now in all honesty, but you’ve shown me you can be decent if you choose too. I hope this isn't a one-off thing. And like you said, we both will be important figures for our clan. We must do our best to set an example for those who may depend on us once we reach the mainland.”

“I agree with you and I working together in a team I don’t think there’s many who can challenge us.” He saw a surprised expression briefly flash across her gaze, and with shy eyes Threyja slightly turned away and nodded.

“I must go now. Good luck in the blessing ceremony tomorrow.”

“Ah yes you too Frey-I mean...Threyja”

“Haha you’re an idiot I’ll see you later, Marco, try and get some rest we have an important day tomorrow.”

‘She didn’t react this time...nice.’

Marcos boyish smile vanished as soon as Threyja left. He made his way towards the door and peered through it left and right before shutting it.

Then he lowered his trousers and allowed his throbbing thick cock to fall out. He was so hard it was starting to hurt a little, Marco could see the pre-cum oozing out of from the tip of his cock. He could barely contain it any longer and started to stroke his thick cock as quickly as he could.

“Hmm yeah that’s it...ah Frey-yeah just like that- ah your wet pussy feels so good – it's so tight and wet-ahh-shit I'm cumming-ahhh im cumming ahhhh!”

*Splurt-Splurt*

Marco shot a huge load of cum across the air and watched a streak of white semen land across the worktable. He even managed to get a large portion of it into the potion mixing bowl

‘Ah fuck-how did that happen...ah well I doubt that should ruin the potion’ he couldn’t hold back his laughter as he imagined Thorjens face once he drank the potion which would be coated with his own special ingredient.

‘Hmph not my fault, that sexy bitch Threyja Is to blame for me feeling this frustrated. This is quite odd though, I'm never usually this horny.’ Marco was feeling slightly concerned as he looked at the amount of semen he had shot out over the worktable.

Sigh...I should get some sleep.