Legend of Trelkoara: The Serpent of Sex
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Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
10,119
Reviews:
16
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Ressurection
Chapter 2: Ressurection
1996
As the years passed, Trelkoara’s powers began to fade even more rapidly. The land had feasted on his powers over the millennia, and he had little left to offer it. As the years passed the island became like all the others. Droughts came to the land, and disease followed. The Nukatani moved away from their jungle strongholds, turning to the sea to provide their bounty, turning to the Christian beliefs that missionaries had brought to the island. The island was soon claimed by a small country of no importance besides its usefulness as a way point in the drug smuggling business. Yet the island maintained a small vestige of power, just enough to keep itself from becoming tainted by the foul trade. Underneath it Trelkoara slowly faded into the stones, only his spirit surviving the long years with out nourishment.
As the Nukatani turned away from their ancient beliefs, they held onto but one bit of ancient lore. Despite the many assurances from the missionaries, the fear of the resurrection of Trelkoara remained ever present. Even as their numbers dwindled, families moving to the more prosperous mainland, a few Nukatani kept guard over the ruins which housed the serpent god’s tomb. They pledged to prevent that evil from ever being released, especially now that the evil could gain access to the rest of the world. For even in such weak a state Trelkoara would be released, should the blood of a virgin be spilled on the seal above his tomb.
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Stepping off the ferry from the mainland, Michael Tallweather couldn’t help but smile. The small island would be the perfect home for his newest tropical resort. The waters around it were sparklingly clear, and the jungle was a healthy green. The natives seemed healthy, and a few inquires had already proven they would welcome the tourism and business the hotel would bring to their small section of paradise. Their only conditions had been issued by a small tribe which still lived in the interior of the island. They had been few, simple requests to not disturb their ancient monuments.
Tallweather had been more then willing to compromise. He offered, instead of simply ignoring the structures, to repair them, at no cost to the villagers. They had questioned his motives at first, but they had accepted his answers easily enough. First, it would be cheaper to build the hotel near the beach, as it wouldn’t require clearing a vast section of forest. The beaches already had wide clearings suitable for building, and the easy access to beach would draw the crowds. As to why he wanted to renovate the ancient village and the massive temple behind it, that too was easily answered. Ancient structures were always attractive to tourists, but having them fall down on someone’s head could prove a disaster for his company. So he would clean up the old village, and even add a few modern conveniences, such as electricity. He even agreed to allow the tribe to move back into their ancestral home, as long as he could use a small portion to house the hotel staff and a few buildings so that they could coordinate and run tours of the temple and city.
The last remaining Nukatani agreed quite readily to the plan. Not only would they be able to stay closer to their ancient burden, but they would also be able to benefit from the tourist trade. Several craftsmen had already displayed an interest in setting up their own shops in the village, selling their wares to the tourists who would flock to the island.
Tallweather had yet to actually see the ruins of course. All the negotiations up to this point had been handled by his underlings. He had no problem with the deals that had been made. He had seen the results of dealing negatively with villagers such as these before. He remembered what only recently happened to a new Holiday Inn that had been planned in Africa. The construction team had purchased some land, and then found out later that it was the burial ground for a nearby tribe. The fools had scoffed when the villagers asked, and then warned them, to leave. The project had barely begun when the entire frame was burned to the ground. It was burned another two times before the company called it quits. Site security never managed to catch any one after the blazes, and apparently all the tribal members had had solid alibis. The company had been baffled; hardly believing the villagers when they insisted it was the angry ghosts of their ancestors who had burnt down the hotel. They did, however, ask where it would be safe for them to build. The villagers pointed them towards a secondary site, and as of today the hotel was one of the most successful ventures in the area. When a nearby war had threatened the area, the hotel had been spared by the invading armies. A small detachment did try and attack the hotel, but was chased off by what one eyewitness described as a “rain of arrows and spears.”
Tallweather had laughed when he heard the story. It proved an old belief of his. You could take their land, you could take their lives, and you could take their women and children. Hell you could even take their souls, as long as you left them their gods in the end. It was one of the reasons none of his overseas ventures ever failed. He was always careful to take into account the locals and their beliefs. This was not going to be an exception to the rule.
He turned around when he heard someone call his name. He turned and smiled at his newest ‘acquisition’ Danielle Rosemary was a beauty to rival that of the jungle. She was younger then he by a good seven years, but that hadn’t stopped them from falling in love with each other. He hadn’t been sure at first, fearing that she was in it only for his money, but after being out with him for three years when he proposed to her. She was only twenty four at the time, and had been putting in hours as a waitress to pay her way through college. She was now the wife of one of the richest men on the planet, and served as a tertiary accountant for the company. Some had accused him of favoritism when he had hired her directly to such a high position. They stopped doubting after she caught one of the hotel directors embezzling funds. Besides a beautiful physique, she had one of the sharpest minds he had ever come across, and enjoyed both equally. Besides examining the location of the newest hotel, they were celebrating her graduation from college. They had taken his private yacht for the cruise, preferring the rather private nature it offered them together, time a plane would have severely cut into.
She hopped off the boat next to him and he wrapped her in his arms. They kissed for several minutes, until the hooting from several local boys interrupted them. Danielle blew them a kiss while Michael waved for them to scamper off. They gave one last hoot, and then ran off into a narrow alley, one of many that could be found around the docks. They waited where they were until their car was driven off the ship. A tall lithe figured exited the driver’s side and held the rear door open for them to get in.
“Thank you James.” Michael greeted his butler. He and James had been together since he had founded Fair Weather Hotels fourteen years ago. The man was loyal to a fault. He served as butler, driver, secretary, occasional chef, and even more occasionally thug.
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Michael and James were good friends, and had drunk together every Friday night until Michael had gotten married. Michael paid for almost all the drinks, but James insisted on standing at least one round himself. One night they had exited a bit later then they had planned, having encountered a group of regulars they hadn’t seen in a while. As they were walking out they were confronted by a group of four or five punks. (Michael wasn’t sure of the count, having been just a bit tipsy, and James always refused to comment on the details.) They had demanded money and the pair’s watches, and several were carrying knives or baseball bats. Michael didn’t quite see what happened next (the alcohol again) but in the space of several minutes all were disarmed, three were on the ground moaning, and two were running away as fast as their legs would carry them. James had then bent down and emptied the punks’ wallets of what little cash they had. When Michael had asked him about this he had only replied, “As a lesson in humility.”
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“To the mayor’s please, James.” Michael instructed. James merely nodded and the car pulled off. The car was rather new, and had been built to James’ exact specifications. On board was a small satellite uplink computer that could give directions to anywhere on the planet, including both poles. It quickly displayed a map of the area, and highlighted the path they needed to take in order to get to their destination. He sped off, checking the route map every so often.
After a brief meeting with the mayor to discuss construction contracts and haring agreements, Michael exited a happy man. There had been some negotiating required, but that was always a given. Both sides had left happy, which wasn’t, and that had made him pleased. The mayor had even offered a pair of local guides to lead him into the ruins. The guides were in fact a pair of Nukatani brothers, and they had been waiting for Tallweather to arrive.
The tour started out rather slow, the brothers being careful to guide their charge around all the dangerous areas of the city, places where the ground had collapsed or a building had become unstable. Tallweather made sure to get the location of each of these points so that the work crews could start on the places most in need of repair first. Finally, after touring the city, the brothers led them into the great temple. It had been transformed into a large triangular fort over the years, each corner serving as a shrine for one of the three nature spirits. In the center lay a great courtyard, paved in stone with the great seal in the center.
The seal was the most fascinating part of the tour. While the three Americans walked around it and examined it, the brothers took turns telling them the legend of Trelkoara. Michael was fascinated by the image depicted on the seal. It looked remarkably like the old peace sign, one long line branching into two more, each with a tip connecting it to the outside of the circle. But in this case, the simple lines had been carved in the form of enormous snakes. The branching legs were simple serpents, their heads ending just shy of the edge of the circle, the crooked tongues completing the mark. But the main branch was the most impressive. Unlike the other two, this was a more complex carving. For one, this serpent was on its back. It had a flayed hood, much like a cobra’s. Unlike the two smaller carvings, this one’s head did reach the edge of the circle. The face had been carved so that it was looking inwards though, as if it were staring at whoever was standing on the seal. The three Americans gathered on the seal.
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Below ground, Trelkoara sensed the presence of a young woman above him. She was no virgin, but she was close enough for him to leech a small amount of energy off of. Using the energy he split a small part of his essence away from him and sent it above ground. This was always a risk. He couldn’t split enough of himself to escape, not with out killing himself, and the independent essence would vanish after a few days with out finding a host. It would regenerate with in him, but it would require more energy to attempt this again. He hoped this worked, for it may be many years before he got another chance.
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Michael felt the urge to relieve himself, and headed into the jungle. He popped open his fly and pulled himself out. As he let it out, he felt a small tingle pass up his cock. He dismissed it as just sore muscles, having spent quite a bit of time in bed with his wife on their way down. He finished his business and headed back to the group. No one had a clue that he was now carrying the essence of a demon god inside of him.
The tour finished with out any more incidents except for a lone black panther ranging across their path. The large cat had stopped at stared at them. It gave them a lone yawn and then walked back into the jungle. Michael became excited at the prospect of such easy going wild life, and decided then and there if perhaps he could arrange for wild life expeditions into the jungle. Maybe an isolated clearing in the back of the hotel that would be off limit to any one except animals, complete with Jungle access so that they could come and go at their own convenience.
The three Americans headed back to the boat, as they were all staying on board the yacht. James departed later, leaving his charges to their own devices. He knew they could use some time to themselves. He silently blessed the fact that the boat had sound proof rooms, as it had granted him a small measure of peace during the voyage. He flipped to a certain picture in his wallet and sighed. He was definitely going to have to propose when he got back to the States.
Back on the boat, Michael was feeling a bit horny. Danielle was lying on the deck wearing nothing but a bikini bottom trying to erase some of the tan lines she had gotten on the way down. She liked James, but was still a bit hesitant about being that open around him. He walked over with a pair of drinks in his hands. He set them down next to her, and gazed lovingly at her body. Her breasts moved gently with each breath, and one arm was shielding her eyes from the hot tropical sun. He could feel his cock as it slowly began to fill his trousers. His hands began to roam across her body. He knelt at her side and gently took one of her nipples into his mouth. It reacted immediately, the little nub stiffening in his mouth. He grinned at the reaction. He moved onto the lounge next to her and she made way for him. She turned onto her side so that they were facing each other.
He dropped his hands down beneath her bikini bottom and slipped a finger into her waiting cunt. She moaned as it entered her, his finger feeling its way around inside of her. He slipped her bottom down her legs, and dropped it on the deck below them. His trunks were already tented by his cock, and she couldn’t help but think that even then it looked slightly larger then normal. He used one hand to remove the trunks, while the other continued to explore her body. She looked down at his member and gasped. It must have been pushing nine inches at the least. She had never seen a cock so large, and wondered what had caused his to grow to such extraordinary lengths. They shifted positions once more, so that he was now above her.
She reached down and guided him to her waiting entrance. Her pussy was soaked from his actions, and the bulbous head of his cock easily passed into her. She gasped as she felt him enter her, his girth pushing against the walls of her cunt. His thick cock was tight inside of her, and he began to thrust as deep as she could take it. She could feel the head of his cock bouncing against her cervix, and could do no more then moan as the sensations of pain and pleasure mixed in her body. She shook as her first orgasm hit, her juices pouring out around his penetrating member. He kept pumping into her, his climax getting closer with each thrust. Her second orgasm hit, and her walls clenched down around his cock. The pressure was too much, and he thrust into her as deep as he would go as he began filling her with his cum. It took him five minutes to finally finish dumping his load inside of her, collapsing once he was spent.
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At the center of the island Trelkoara grinned. He could sense his essence being spread to another person. Already he had two new disciples, and he could feel a small amount of his power returning to him. Some of it had already been taken back into the land, but most of it had remained with him. It was nowhere near enough to grant him the power to break the seal above his head. For that he would need the pure energy only a virgin’s blood would grant him. But the surge of power he now felt was refreshing. Soon he would have even more.
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A/N: Geh, trying to juggle two and a half stories at the same time can be annoying. I will try to keep this one updated every Tuesday or Thursday, depending on what my schedule looks like. It will probably be updated a bit more frequently as the semester closes, but we shall see. Make sure to leave some reviews!
1996
As the years passed, Trelkoara’s powers began to fade even more rapidly. The land had feasted on his powers over the millennia, and he had little left to offer it. As the years passed the island became like all the others. Droughts came to the land, and disease followed. The Nukatani moved away from their jungle strongholds, turning to the sea to provide their bounty, turning to the Christian beliefs that missionaries had brought to the island. The island was soon claimed by a small country of no importance besides its usefulness as a way point in the drug smuggling business. Yet the island maintained a small vestige of power, just enough to keep itself from becoming tainted by the foul trade. Underneath it Trelkoara slowly faded into the stones, only his spirit surviving the long years with out nourishment.
As the Nukatani turned away from their ancient beliefs, they held onto but one bit of ancient lore. Despite the many assurances from the missionaries, the fear of the resurrection of Trelkoara remained ever present. Even as their numbers dwindled, families moving to the more prosperous mainland, a few Nukatani kept guard over the ruins which housed the serpent god’s tomb. They pledged to prevent that evil from ever being released, especially now that the evil could gain access to the rest of the world. For even in such weak a state Trelkoara would be released, should the blood of a virgin be spilled on the seal above his tomb.
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Stepping off the ferry from the mainland, Michael Tallweather couldn’t help but smile. The small island would be the perfect home for his newest tropical resort. The waters around it were sparklingly clear, and the jungle was a healthy green. The natives seemed healthy, and a few inquires had already proven they would welcome the tourism and business the hotel would bring to their small section of paradise. Their only conditions had been issued by a small tribe which still lived in the interior of the island. They had been few, simple requests to not disturb their ancient monuments.
Tallweather had been more then willing to compromise. He offered, instead of simply ignoring the structures, to repair them, at no cost to the villagers. They had questioned his motives at first, but they had accepted his answers easily enough. First, it would be cheaper to build the hotel near the beach, as it wouldn’t require clearing a vast section of forest. The beaches already had wide clearings suitable for building, and the easy access to beach would draw the crowds. As to why he wanted to renovate the ancient village and the massive temple behind it, that too was easily answered. Ancient structures were always attractive to tourists, but having them fall down on someone’s head could prove a disaster for his company. So he would clean up the old village, and even add a few modern conveniences, such as electricity. He even agreed to allow the tribe to move back into their ancestral home, as long as he could use a small portion to house the hotel staff and a few buildings so that they could coordinate and run tours of the temple and city.
The last remaining Nukatani agreed quite readily to the plan. Not only would they be able to stay closer to their ancient burden, but they would also be able to benefit from the tourist trade. Several craftsmen had already displayed an interest in setting up their own shops in the village, selling their wares to the tourists who would flock to the island.
Tallweather had yet to actually see the ruins of course. All the negotiations up to this point had been handled by his underlings. He had no problem with the deals that had been made. He had seen the results of dealing negatively with villagers such as these before. He remembered what only recently happened to a new Holiday Inn that had been planned in Africa. The construction team had purchased some land, and then found out later that it was the burial ground for a nearby tribe. The fools had scoffed when the villagers asked, and then warned them, to leave. The project had barely begun when the entire frame was burned to the ground. It was burned another two times before the company called it quits. Site security never managed to catch any one after the blazes, and apparently all the tribal members had had solid alibis. The company had been baffled; hardly believing the villagers when they insisted it was the angry ghosts of their ancestors who had burnt down the hotel. They did, however, ask where it would be safe for them to build. The villagers pointed them towards a secondary site, and as of today the hotel was one of the most successful ventures in the area. When a nearby war had threatened the area, the hotel had been spared by the invading armies. A small detachment did try and attack the hotel, but was chased off by what one eyewitness described as a “rain of arrows and spears.”
Tallweather had laughed when he heard the story. It proved an old belief of his. You could take their land, you could take their lives, and you could take their women and children. Hell you could even take their souls, as long as you left them their gods in the end. It was one of the reasons none of his overseas ventures ever failed. He was always careful to take into account the locals and their beliefs. This was not going to be an exception to the rule.
He turned around when he heard someone call his name. He turned and smiled at his newest ‘acquisition’ Danielle Rosemary was a beauty to rival that of the jungle. She was younger then he by a good seven years, but that hadn’t stopped them from falling in love with each other. He hadn’t been sure at first, fearing that she was in it only for his money, but after being out with him for three years when he proposed to her. She was only twenty four at the time, and had been putting in hours as a waitress to pay her way through college. She was now the wife of one of the richest men on the planet, and served as a tertiary accountant for the company. Some had accused him of favoritism when he had hired her directly to such a high position. They stopped doubting after she caught one of the hotel directors embezzling funds. Besides a beautiful physique, she had one of the sharpest minds he had ever come across, and enjoyed both equally. Besides examining the location of the newest hotel, they were celebrating her graduation from college. They had taken his private yacht for the cruise, preferring the rather private nature it offered them together, time a plane would have severely cut into.
She hopped off the boat next to him and he wrapped her in his arms. They kissed for several minutes, until the hooting from several local boys interrupted them. Danielle blew them a kiss while Michael waved for them to scamper off. They gave one last hoot, and then ran off into a narrow alley, one of many that could be found around the docks. They waited where they were until their car was driven off the ship. A tall lithe figured exited the driver’s side and held the rear door open for them to get in.
“Thank you James.” Michael greeted his butler. He and James had been together since he had founded Fair Weather Hotels fourteen years ago. The man was loyal to a fault. He served as butler, driver, secretary, occasional chef, and even more occasionally thug.
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Michael and James were good friends, and had drunk together every Friday night until Michael had gotten married. Michael paid for almost all the drinks, but James insisted on standing at least one round himself. One night they had exited a bit later then they had planned, having encountered a group of regulars they hadn’t seen in a while. As they were walking out they were confronted by a group of four or five punks. (Michael wasn’t sure of the count, having been just a bit tipsy, and James always refused to comment on the details.) They had demanded money and the pair’s watches, and several were carrying knives or baseball bats. Michael didn’t quite see what happened next (the alcohol again) but in the space of several minutes all were disarmed, three were on the ground moaning, and two were running away as fast as their legs would carry them. James had then bent down and emptied the punks’ wallets of what little cash they had. When Michael had asked him about this he had only replied, “As a lesson in humility.”
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“To the mayor’s please, James.” Michael instructed. James merely nodded and the car pulled off. The car was rather new, and had been built to James’ exact specifications. On board was a small satellite uplink computer that could give directions to anywhere on the planet, including both poles. It quickly displayed a map of the area, and highlighted the path they needed to take in order to get to their destination. He sped off, checking the route map every so often.
After a brief meeting with the mayor to discuss construction contracts and haring agreements, Michael exited a happy man. There had been some negotiating required, but that was always a given. Both sides had left happy, which wasn’t, and that had made him pleased. The mayor had even offered a pair of local guides to lead him into the ruins. The guides were in fact a pair of Nukatani brothers, and they had been waiting for Tallweather to arrive.
The tour started out rather slow, the brothers being careful to guide their charge around all the dangerous areas of the city, places where the ground had collapsed or a building had become unstable. Tallweather made sure to get the location of each of these points so that the work crews could start on the places most in need of repair first. Finally, after touring the city, the brothers led them into the great temple. It had been transformed into a large triangular fort over the years, each corner serving as a shrine for one of the three nature spirits. In the center lay a great courtyard, paved in stone with the great seal in the center.
The seal was the most fascinating part of the tour. While the three Americans walked around it and examined it, the brothers took turns telling them the legend of Trelkoara. Michael was fascinated by the image depicted on the seal. It looked remarkably like the old peace sign, one long line branching into two more, each with a tip connecting it to the outside of the circle. But in this case, the simple lines had been carved in the form of enormous snakes. The branching legs were simple serpents, their heads ending just shy of the edge of the circle, the crooked tongues completing the mark. But the main branch was the most impressive. Unlike the other two, this was a more complex carving. For one, this serpent was on its back. It had a flayed hood, much like a cobra’s. Unlike the two smaller carvings, this one’s head did reach the edge of the circle. The face had been carved so that it was looking inwards though, as if it were staring at whoever was standing on the seal. The three Americans gathered on the seal.
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Below ground, Trelkoara sensed the presence of a young woman above him. She was no virgin, but she was close enough for him to leech a small amount of energy off of. Using the energy he split a small part of his essence away from him and sent it above ground. This was always a risk. He couldn’t split enough of himself to escape, not with out killing himself, and the independent essence would vanish after a few days with out finding a host. It would regenerate with in him, but it would require more energy to attempt this again. He hoped this worked, for it may be many years before he got another chance.
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Michael felt the urge to relieve himself, and headed into the jungle. He popped open his fly and pulled himself out. As he let it out, he felt a small tingle pass up his cock. He dismissed it as just sore muscles, having spent quite a bit of time in bed with his wife on their way down. He finished his business and headed back to the group. No one had a clue that he was now carrying the essence of a demon god inside of him.
The tour finished with out any more incidents except for a lone black panther ranging across their path. The large cat had stopped at stared at them. It gave them a lone yawn and then walked back into the jungle. Michael became excited at the prospect of such easy going wild life, and decided then and there if perhaps he could arrange for wild life expeditions into the jungle. Maybe an isolated clearing in the back of the hotel that would be off limit to any one except animals, complete with Jungle access so that they could come and go at their own convenience.
The three Americans headed back to the boat, as they were all staying on board the yacht. James departed later, leaving his charges to their own devices. He knew they could use some time to themselves. He silently blessed the fact that the boat had sound proof rooms, as it had granted him a small measure of peace during the voyage. He flipped to a certain picture in his wallet and sighed. He was definitely going to have to propose when he got back to the States.
Back on the boat, Michael was feeling a bit horny. Danielle was lying on the deck wearing nothing but a bikini bottom trying to erase some of the tan lines she had gotten on the way down. She liked James, but was still a bit hesitant about being that open around him. He walked over with a pair of drinks in his hands. He set them down next to her, and gazed lovingly at her body. Her breasts moved gently with each breath, and one arm was shielding her eyes from the hot tropical sun. He could feel his cock as it slowly began to fill his trousers. His hands began to roam across her body. He knelt at her side and gently took one of her nipples into his mouth. It reacted immediately, the little nub stiffening in his mouth. He grinned at the reaction. He moved onto the lounge next to her and she made way for him. She turned onto her side so that they were facing each other.
He dropped his hands down beneath her bikini bottom and slipped a finger into her waiting cunt. She moaned as it entered her, his finger feeling its way around inside of her. He slipped her bottom down her legs, and dropped it on the deck below them. His trunks were already tented by his cock, and she couldn’t help but think that even then it looked slightly larger then normal. He used one hand to remove the trunks, while the other continued to explore her body. She looked down at his member and gasped. It must have been pushing nine inches at the least. She had never seen a cock so large, and wondered what had caused his to grow to such extraordinary lengths. They shifted positions once more, so that he was now above her.
She reached down and guided him to her waiting entrance. Her pussy was soaked from his actions, and the bulbous head of his cock easily passed into her. She gasped as she felt him enter her, his girth pushing against the walls of her cunt. His thick cock was tight inside of her, and he began to thrust as deep as she could take it. She could feel the head of his cock bouncing against her cervix, and could do no more then moan as the sensations of pain and pleasure mixed in her body. She shook as her first orgasm hit, her juices pouring out around his penetrating member. He kept pumping into her, his climax getting closer with each thrust. Her second orgasm hit, and her walls clenched down around his cock. The pressure was too much, and he thrust into her as deep as he would go as he began filling her with his cum. It took him five minutes to finally finish dumping his load inside of her, collapsing once he was spent.
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At the center of the island Trelkoara grinned. He could sense his essence being spread to another person. Already he had two new disciples, and he could feel a small amount of his power returning to him. Some of it had already been taken back into the land, but most of it had remained with him. It was nowhere near enough to grant him the power to break the seal above his head. For that he would need the pure energy only a virgin’s blood would grant him. But the surge of power he now felt was refreshing. Soon he would have even more.
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A/N: Geh, trying to juggle two and a half stories at the same time can be annoying. I will try to keep this one updated every Tuesday or Thursday, depending on what my schedule looks like. It will probably be updated a bit more frequently as the semester closes, but we shall see. Make sure to leave some reviews!