Legend of Trelkoara: The Serpent of Sex
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Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
10,121
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.
Epidemic
Chapter 3: Epidemic
Construction began soon after they had toured the site. The small population of the island swelled as workers flooded in from the mainland, drawn by Tallweather’s offer of American dollars instead of the local currency. Any man who worked on the project would be a rich man indeed. As the city itself grew from the influx of new people, so did the number of construction projects that were taking place. The small island of Nukata soon resembled a small city from any major first world nation, as Tallweather decided to build the new headquarters of Tallweather Hotels in the tropical paradise.
Deep in the jungle, Construction was proceeding at a rapid pace. Tallweather had hired extra stoneworkers to bolster the ranks of the Nukatani artisans, and the group set out at once to repair the crumbling ruins. They went beyond merely repairing the structures, replacing and repairing the damaged statues that had been lying around. Tallweather had been very explicit in his orders, and the Nukatani had full control over the restoration process. The temple and city soon began to resemble its original glory. Outside of the ancient city construction had already begun on a series of bungalows meant to house hotel staff and richer patrons who may which a more intimate experience of the jungle around them.
The construction was soon ahead of schedule, the large number of people working on it making the process so much easier. All the men working on the project seemed to be filled with energy, easily putting in ten hour work days, and being ready the next day for another go. So far the only problems had come from the local military. The small nation of which Nukata was a part was a haven for the drug trade, and the military brass had become accustomed to having their palms greased. Even though the Americans weren’t smuggling drugs, they saw no reason for this to be any different from any other circumstances. A few old destroyers, purchased from the Russian mafia in exchange for a few favors, had been parked off shore, and one of the admirals issued a warning to Tallweather. Pay the ransom of one million dollars, or Nukata would turn into a target range for the navy. Tallweather refused, swearing all sorts of war on the navy if they even tried. The admiral was furious and gave the orders for the shelling to begin.
Before a single shot could be fired, a huge storm swept out from the center of the island, allaying siege to the trio of destroyers parked off the coast. Lacking modern technology, there was no way they could use their guns, their crews terrified of the unnatural storm. While the winds howled around the island, Tallweather made a few calls to several senators who owed him favors. Just as the storm began to quiet, the First Fleet was taking anchor off shore. It was made clear to the admiral in charge of the destroyers that should any ship fire on the construction works, the American fleet would put in some target practice of their own. The admiral backed down, though the First remained on station for maneuvers practice and a mini war game. It was clear to all involved that Nukata was essentially American territory, and would be defended as such. As a side effect, the local drug trade dropped dramatically, the smugglers not wanting to brave the American radar and sonar systems. The few who tried where never heard from again. Though the First did seem to be spending more on munitions then it had previously when on a training cruise.
A thankful Tallweather offered the fleet free use of his facilities to any sailor or marine on verified shore leave, and soon the First Fleet became a regular sight around the island. Tallweather purchased a few World War II destroyers that had yet to be scrapped or musuemed, along with a German battleship from the same area. Thus Nukata gained a miniature fleet of its own, guaranteeing its safety during the times the First had to depart for refit and resupply. The Nukatan warships were given a massive over haul in Florida, and were soon equipped with the most modern of systems. The American Navy even sold Tallweather some old shells that had been sitting in storage since World War II. They had originally been designated for training purposes, but the Navy was glad to make the small profit from their sale.
The ships were crewed by a mix of local sailors and mercenaries hired off the black market. Tallweather didn’t quite understand why he felt the need to keep a small army on Nukata, but he did realize that it was vitally important. The leader of the mercenary band was a Dutch man who answered only to the name of Roland. His favored weapon was an old Thompson gun, with which he was a crack shot. He drilled his men until they were a rival for the marines of the First. In fact, once a year they would hold a miniature Olympics in which the marines would face the security forces. Usually both sides made out evenly, a fact which made both Roland and Tallweather happy.
This all seemed expensive, but the hotel easily made up for the extra costs. In its first year it pulled in close to half a billion dollars in profit. The idle rich found it a wonderful place to visit, the mix of modern and ancient being exceptionally intriguing. The world had had very little experience with Nukatani art before now, and it was soon one of the most popular souvenirs for purchase. The hotel would hold semi regular auctions of the more exquisite pieces, taking a small percentage for itself, but giving most of the profit to the artisans themselves. Cheaper pieces were sold directly, tourists walking about the old city discovering many fascinating pieces for sale. For those who didn’t make the Who’s Who list, there were also accommodations. Jungle tours were popular with people of every race and wallet, especially since the island animals had almost no fear of humans. It wasn’t uncommon for a tour guide to pause mid speech in order to chase a slumbering panther of the roof of the tour buses. They all carried guns as a precaution, but the big cats generally ran off when they started rapping on the roof, and no one had yet fired a shot. All of this made for wonderful photo opportunities. Even more popular then the jungle tours where the tours of the ancient temple. The Nukatani and their assistants had done wonders in restoring it back to its full glory. The shrines were active once more, fresh offerings being given to spirits who had been but words for the past several hundred years ago. As the offerings were renewed, so was the land. The storm that had spared the construction had been only the first of several miracles to occur around the island. The blind began to see once more, and those of clouded minds could think clearly once more. These benefits were granted solely to the Nukatani, the people of the island, and they were careful to keep the miracles quiet, but they rejoiced nonetheless.
As the island experienced its new found prosperity, none thought to worry about the growing evil which existed below their feet.
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Tallweather smiled at the beauty before him. The girl had turned eighteen only a few days before, and her father had been more then willing to offer her to the man who had made the island a modern paradise. In the other room he could hear Danielle fucking the man for all he was worth. He didn’t mind. After all, if he had been offered such a tasty morsel as this girl, why shouldn’t his wife have a little fun as well? The only worry he had was that their child may be at risk, but the doctors assured him it was perfectly alright, as she was only two months pregnant.
The girl lay on the bed naked, her tanned skin glowing in the dim light. Her small breasts heaved with each breath, sending a shiver of desire down his spine. Her dusky nipples were already hard from anticipation. As he watched, she slowly parted her legs; one hand slipping down to the nest of curly hair nestled there. A finger slipped inside, and she arched her back at the sensation. He began to slowly undress, watching as she continued to fondle herself. He dropped his boxers, revealing a ten inch cock. He didn’t know what it was about the island that had gifted him with such a magnificent penis, but he thanked whatever gods were responsible for giving him the ability to truly pleasure women with it. She stared at his rod with a mix of fascination and fear, wondering if it would fit inside of her.
He approached the bed at a steady walk, his confidence erasing any doubts she may have had. Walking around on the side of the bed he climbed on next to her, their bodies meeting in a variety of places. He kissed her gently, finding her tongue with his. He gently squeezed her breasts, massaging them with his hands. He bowed his head to one and took the nipple between his lips, gently flicking the bud back and forth with the tip of his tongue. She moaned at the contact, pressing his head to her breasts. Taking it as an invitation he moved lower, finding her clit barely poking through into the warm night air. He began to give it the same treatment he had given her breasts, toying with it lovingly with his tongue. She twisted underneath him so that she was now in the reverse position that he was in, and began to gently rub his cock in much the same way a person rubs a fine piece of art. She gently licked the tip of his cock with her tongue, and then began to run it all along his length she began to suck on it eagerly, as if she was a small child with a lollipop. Tallweather could feel the pressure building in his balls from the blow job, but was hardly worried. He would cum when he was good and ready.
He turned himself around so that they were once more facing ach other, and gently spread her legs with his own. He placed the head of his cock at her waiting entrance and pushed it into her slick tunnel. He had managed to get several inches in, her cunt tight around his cock, when he felt her barrier resisting his intrusion. He pulled back slightly, and then thrust into her with all he had. His cock broke through her maidenhead in one clean stroke. She cringed as the pain shot through her, but it quickly passed as her clit became trapped between them. He began to move slowly at first, picking up speed with each thrust. He reveled in how tight she was. He could feel her pussy rubbing against every inch of him, her walls slick with her arousal. She wrapped her legs around behind his back, trying to draw him in as deep as he would go. As their pace increased he pushed as far as he could go, sinking every inch of his cock into her virgin cunt. He felt her climax, her walls closing down around his rod. He wasn’t ready yet though, and held back his own load. Her juices squirted out around his still pumping member, soaking into the sheets below them.
Sinking in as far as he would go he spun her around on his cock, so that she was now on her hands and knees, he kneeling behind her. Her legs were shaking below her, making it even easier for him. The tip of his cock began to rub back and forth against her g-spot, driving her closer and closer to another orgasm. Once more the walls of her pussy closed around him, trying to coax him into filling her with his seed. This time he obliged, thrusting one last time as far as she could take him. He buried his quivering cock deep in her thirsty cunt, and shot his load into her. It took him several minutes to finish filling with her his cum. He cried out as the pleasure coursed through him. Exhausted, they sank to the bed. Tallweather didn’t know how he knew, but he was confident she was now carrying his child.
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In the other room Danielle lay on her back, her knees tucked up against her. The construction worker’s cock was pounding into her, the man finally nearing his orgasm. She had already cum three times that night, and now all she was waiting for was for him to fill her with his seed. She was hardly worried, since she was already carrying Michael’s child. Her only regret was that this fuck was barely half the length of her husband. But oh, what this man could do with his tongue!
She wrapped her legs around him as she felt him begin to cum, preventing him from pulling out of her. Realizing what she wanted he sank as far into her as he could, spilling his cum all over the inside of her cunt.
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Deep in the center of the island Trelkoara began to carve into the soil. The small cave he had dug for himself all those years ago had collapsed in several areas, and he set about repairing the damage. His power was increasing nightly now, and he could feel as even more people became tainted with his essence. He didn’t understand why some seemed to leave the sphere of his influence never to return, while others seemed to come and go at regular intervals, while still others seemed to remain permanently. It didn’t matter however, as he was now corporeal again, and he was still receiving a constant influx of power. The Nukatani were still outside his influence, but he could wait the several years it would take to gain that much power. After all, what was time to a god?
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A/N: Read and Review please!
Construction began soon after they had toured the site. The small population of the island swelled as workers flooded in from the mainland, drawn by Tallweather’s offer of American dollars instead of the local currency. Any man who worked on the project would be a rich man indeed. As the city itself grew from the influx of new people, so did the number of construction projects that were taking place. The small island of Nukata soon resembled a small city from any major first world nation, as Tallweather decided to build the new headquarters of Tallweather Hotels in the tropical paradise.
Deep in the jungle, Construction was proceeding at a rapid pace. Tallweather had hired extra stoneworkers to bolster the ranks of the Nukatani artisans, and the group set out at once to repair the crumbling ruins. They went beyond merely repairing the structures, replacing and repairing the damaged statues that had been lying around. Tallweather had been very explicit in his orders, and the Nukatani had full control over the restoration process. The temple and city soon began to resemble its original glory. Outside of the ancient city construction had already begun on a series of bungalows meant to house hotel staff and richer patrons who may which a more intimate experience of the jungle around them.
The construction was soon ahead of schedule, the large number of people working on it making the process so much easier. All the men working on the project seemed to be filled with energy, easily putting in ten hour work days, and being ready the next day for another go. So far the only problems had come from the local military. The small nation of which Nukata was a part was a haven for the drug trade, and the military brass had become accustomed to having their palms greased. Even though the Americans weren’t smuggling drugs, they saw no reason for this to be any different from any other circumstances. A few old destroyers, purchased from the Russian mafia in exchange for a few favors, had been parked off shore, and one of the admirals issued a warning to Tallweather. Pay the ransom of one million dollars, or Nukata would turn into a target range for the navy. Tallweather refused, swearing all sorts of war on the navy if they even tried. The admiral was furious and gave the orders for the shelling to begin.
Before a single shot could be fired, a huge storm swept out from the center of the island, allaying siege to the trio of destroyers parked off the coast. Lacking modern technology, there was no way they could use their guns, their crews terrified of the unnatural storm. While the winds howled around the island, Tallweather made a few calls to several senators who owed him favors. Just as the storm began to quiet, the First Fleet was taking anchor off shore. It was made clear to the admiral in charge of the destroyers that should any ship fire on the construction works, the American fleet would put in some target practice of their own. The admiral backed down, though the First remained on station for maneuvers practice and a mini war game. It was clear to all involved that Nukata was essentially American territory, and would be defended as such. As a side effect, the local drug trade dropped dramatically, the smugglers not wanting to brave the American radar and sonar systems. The few who tried where never heard from again. Though the First did seem to be spending more on munitions then it had previously when on a training cruise.
A thankful Tallweather offered the fleet free use of his facilities to any sailor or marine on verified shore leave, and soon the First Fleet became a regular sight around the island. Tallweather purchased a few World War II destroyers that had yet to be scrapped or musuemed, along with a German battleship from the same area. Thus Nukata gained a miniature fleet of its own, guaranteeing its safety during the times the First had to depart for refit and resupply. The Nukatan warships were given a massive over haul in Florida, and were soon equipped with the most modern of systems. The American Navy even sold Tallweather some old shells that had been sitting in storage since World War II. They had originally been designated for training purposes, but the Navy was glad to make the small profit from their sale.
The ships were crewed by a mix of local sailors and mercenaries hired off the black market. Tallweather didn’t quite understand why he felt the need to keep a small army on Nukata, but he did realize that it was vitally important. The leader of the mercenary band was a Dutch man who answered only to the name of Roland. His favored weapon was an old Thompson gun, with which he was a crack shot. He drilled his men until they were a rival for the marines of the First. In fact, once a year they would hold a miniature Olympics in which the marines would face the security forces. Usually both sides made out evenly, a fact which made both Roland and Tallweather happy.
This all seemed expensive, but the hotel easily made up for the extra costs. In its first year it pulled in close to half a billion dollars in profit. The idle rich found it a wonderful place to visit, the mix of modern and ancient being exceptionally intriguing. The world had had very little experience with Nukatani art before now, and it was soon one of the most popular souvenirs for purchase. The hotel would hold semi regular auctions of the more exquisite pieces, taking a small percentage for itself, but giving most of the profit to the artisans themselves. Cheaper pieces were sold directly, tourists walking about the old city discovering many fascinating pieces for sale. For those who didn’t make the Who’s Who list, there were also accommodations. Jungle tours were popular with people of every race and wallet, especially since the island animals had almost no fear of humans. It wasn’t uncommon for a tour guide to pause mid speech in order to chase a slumbering panther of the roof of the tour buses. They all carried guns as a precaution, but the big cats generally ran off when they started rapping on the roof, and no one had yet fired a shot. All of this made for wonderful photo opportunities. Even more popular then the jungle tours where the tours of the ancient temple. The Nukatani and their assistants had done wonders in restoring it back to its full glory. The shrines were active once more, fresh offerings being given to spirits who had been but words for the past several hundred years ago. As the offerings were renewed, so was the land. The storm that had spared the construction had been only the first of several miracles to occur around the island. The blind began to see once more, and those of clouded minds could think clearly once more. These benefits were granted solely to the Nukatani, the people of the island, and they were careful to keep the miracles quiet, but they rejoiced nonetheless.
As the island experienced its new found prosperity, none thought to worry about the growing evil which existed below their feet.
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Tallweather smiled at the beauty before him. The girl had turned eighteen only a few days before, and her father had been more then willing to offer her to the man who had made the island a modern paradise. In the other room he could hear Danielle fucking the man for all he was worth. He didn’t mind. After all, if he had been offered such a tasty morsel as this girl, why shouldn’t his wife have a little fun as well? The only worry he had was that their child may be at risk, but the doctors assured him it was perfectly alright, as she was only two months pregnant.
The girl lay on the bed naked, her tanned skin glowing in the dim light. Her small breasts heaved with each breath, sending a shiver of desire down his spine. Her dusky nipples were already hard from anticipation. As he watched, she slowly parted her legs; one hand slipping down to the nest of curly hair nestled there. A finger slipped inside, and she arched her back at the sensation. He began to slowly undress, watching as she continued to fondle herself. He dropped his boxers, revealing a ten inch cock. He didn’t know what it was about the island that had gifted him with such a magnificent penis, but he thanked whatever gods were responsible for giving him the ability to truly pleasure women with it. She stared at his rod with a mix of fascination and fear, wondering if it would fit inside of her.
He approached the bed at a steady walk, his confidence erasing any doubts she may have had. Walking around on the side of the bed he climbed on next to her, their bodies meeting in a variety of places. He kissed her gently, finding her tongue with his. He gently squeezed her breasts, massaging them with his hands. He bowed his head to one and took the nipple between his lips, gently flicking the bud back and forth with the tip of his tongue. She moaned at the contact, pressing his head to her breasts. Taking it as an invitation he moved lower, finding her clit barely poking through into the warm night air. He began to give it the same treatment he had given her breasts, toying with it lovingly with his tongue. She twisted underneath him so that she was now in the reverse position that he was in, and began to gently rub his cock in much the same way a person rubs a fine piece of art. She gently licked the tip of his cock with her tongue, and then began to run it all along his length she began to suck on it eagerly, as if she was a small child with a lollipop. Tallweather could feel the pressure building in his balls from the blow job, but was hardly worried. He would cum when he was good and ready.
He turned himself around so that they were once more facing ach other, and gently spread her legs with his own. He placed the head of his cock at her waiting entrance and pushed it into her slick tunnel. He had managed to get several inches in, her cunt tight around his cock, when he felt her barrier resisting his intrusion. He pulled back slightly, and then thrust into her with all he had. His cock broke through her maidenhead in one clean stroke. She cringed as the pain shot through her, but it quickly passed as her clit became trapped between them. He began to move slowly at first, picking up speed with each thrust. He reveled in how tight she was. He could feel her pussy rubbing against every inch of him, her walls slick with her arousal. She wrapped her legs around behind his back, trying to draw him in as deep as he would go. As their pace increased he pushed as far as he could go, sinking every inch of his cock into her virgin cunt. He felt her climax, her walls closing down around his rod. He wasn’t ready yet though, and held back his own load. Her juices squirted out around his still pumping member, soaking into the sheets below them.
Sinking in as far as he would go he spun her around on his cock, so that she was now on her hands and knees, he kneeling behind her. Her legs were shaking below her, making it even easier for him. The tip of his cock began to rub back and forth against her g-spot, driving her closer and closer to another orgasm. Once more the walls of her pussy closed around him, trying to coax him into filling her with his seed. This time he obliged, thrusting one last time as far as she could take him. He buried his quivering cock deep in her thirsty cunt, and shot his load into her. It took him several minutes to finish filling with her his cum. He cried out as the pleasure coursed through him. Exhausted, they sank to the bed. Tallweather didn’t know how he knew, but he was confident she was now carrying his child.
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In the other room Danielle lay on her back, her knees tucked up against her. The construction worker’s cock was pounding into her, the man finally nearing his orgasm. She had already cum three times that night, and now all she was waiting for was for him to fill her with his seed. She was hardly worried, since she was already carrying Michael’s child. Her only regret was that this fuck was barely half the length of her husband. But oh, what this man could do with his tongue!
She wrapped her legs around him as she felt him begin to cum, preventing him from pulling out of her. Realizing what she wanted he sank as far into her as he could, spilling his cum all over the inside of her cunt.
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Deep in the center of the island Trelkoara began to carve into the soil. The small cave he had dug for himself all those years ago had collapsed in several areas, and he set about repairing the damage. His power was increasing nightly now, and he could feel as even more people became tainted with his essence. He didn’t understand why some seemed to leave the sphere of his influence never to return, while others seemed to come and go at regular intervals, while still others seemed to remain permanently. It didn’t matter however, as he was now corporeal again, and he was still receiving a constant influx of power. The Nukatani were still outside his influence, but he could wait the several years it would take to gain that much power. After all, what was time to a god?
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A/N: Read and Review please!