Legend of Trelkoara: The Serpent of Sex

Chapter 4- Beginnings

Jason stepped off the boat and couldn’t help but admire the scene before him. Off to the side he could see the luggage being removed from the ship’s hold, on its way to be carted to the hotel. In front of him the jungle was a lush green, and even at this distance he could hear he calls and cries of the various residents of its undergrowth. He could easily believe that this was going to be a vacation to remember. He was right in a way, but not the way he was thinking.

Standing at just under six feet (it depended on what pair of shoes he was wearing at the time) Jason Oxford was rather well built. His short blond hair hung still in the gentle seas breeze, and the smile on his face was one that never really left. He was an eternal prankster and joker, a natural born comedian if there ever was one. He was also a bit of a geek, a life time member of his high school band, and a relentless gamer. He made sure to keep himself fit, as his body was the type that ranged from stocky straight into fat. He really couldn’t picture being fat helping him through life, so he maintained a stocky disposition. He and his family had come down to the Nukata resort for summer vacation, intending to enjoy the pleasant atmosphere and to possibly explore the jungle and the mysterious ruins it was promised to hold. The deciding moment had come when his father had read an article about the island and its personal renaissance in National Geographic.

Down at the base of the dock Jason saw some one waving up at him and smiled. He had met Eileen on the cruise down and he had become rather well taken with her. They had become inseparable over the last few weeks. Even better, she lived in a town only a few miles down the highway from his, which meant this was one summer romance that might just last. They both had cars, so meeting up when they got back home was hardly going to be a problem. He began to make his way down the walk way, sliding his backpack across both shoulders, when a pair of blond blurs nearly knocked him off the edge. Jason got to his feet and shook his head as he watched his twin sisters Emily and Erica ran past him, heading for the tour busses that would take them to the hotel. The only way to tell them apart was that Emily wore her blond hair in a long pony tail that she had spent several years on growing out. Erica, on the other hand kept her hair cut short, no longer then shoulder length. Both girls were slender, standing only a few inches over five feet, with athletic builds they had earned running track in junior high and now in high school. Jason had already had to thump several boys who hadn’t quite figured out that no meant no or that being dumped meant to stay away, but that he acknowledged that was the price one paid for having younger sisters.

Righting himself, Jason made his way down the gangway and walked over to where Eileen was standing. By the time he reached her she had been joined by two other guys, her older brothers Eric, Byron and David. Byron was essentially a larger version of Jason, a bit taller and rounder altogether, and he substituted Jason’s blond hair for a short cut of red hair and a beard. David and Eric were even taller, both of them topping out over five feet. They had inherited their mother’s blond hair, which they kept close cropped to keep it out of their way. Eric wore a slim pair of glasses, one of the few extra features which made him distinguishable from his brother. But the three of them were of little interest to Jason. His focus was on Eileen.

She stood a little over five and half feet, closer to 5’7 really. She wore her fiery red hair long, though not as long as Emily did, and she didn’t keep it bound in a ponytail, preferring to let it hang free. It had been her hair that attracted him to her in the first place. He hadn’t admitted this to her, but had first seen her while exploring the ship, and the wind had been whipping her hair around the wall. The way it had been flapping about he had first mistaken it for a distress flag, before realizing what it really was. As that meeting had lead to their current relationship, he conveniently left that part out when talking about it. But it was more then her hair that he was attracted to. Besides having a gorgeous figure, she had a delightfully corrupt mind backed by a heart capable of forgiving and ignoring just about anything he did by accident. All in all, it was fairly easy to realize he was deeply in love with her.

“So, glad we finally reached the island?” he asked her.
“Well, as long as the food is better then the stuff we had on the ship. After a while one gets tired of refrigerated fruits and veggies, and cant help but wish for the fresh stuff.” she answered.
“Hmm, well I can’t say anything, as I don’t know what the hotel has arranged for, but I do know we are in for some odd treats.” he told her.
“Oh really?”
“Yeah, I was reading the article my dad had found which caused us to come all the way out here. Apparently one of the island delicacies is chocolate covered spiders.”
“Please, please tell me you are kidding.” she pleaded.
“Well, you’ll just have to find out for yourself, now won’t you?”
“Are you teasing me again?”
“Maaybee. Again, you’ll just have to wait to find out, now won’t you?”

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Trelkoara had been busy for the past few years. His simple cave had grown, filling the space that had been given him. He had tried to dig his way out, but the magic behind the seal was too strong, limiting the diameter of his living space. Instead he had been forced to either vanish the dirt and stone, using even more of his powers, or he had converted the leftovers into furniture for his current home. He had converted it into a minor throne room of sorts, carving himself a bowl shaped throne which was large enough for him to coil inside of comfortably. Each day saw him increase his powers, his essence having spread all over the island by now.

It had infiltrated everywhere at this point. The entire hotel staff was carrying it at this point by now, it having spread through the entire hotel staff, through various means. The Tallweathers were responsible for the most, having been the source of the various transmissions. AS the original carriers they had insatiable appetites for sex, meaning they were always ready and willing. Though they preferred their own company at this point, being the only two with enough stamina to last that long in the sack, they had no problem getting it on with some one else when their spouse was away. This meant that anyone, from personal servants to regular hotel staff was fair game. It had in fact affected their normal lives to a point, as Mr. Tallweather now hired young females exclusively, while Mrs. Tallweather hired only virile young men. It was an open secret that they were screwing their individual staffs, and Mr. Tallweather always supported and children he got on the girls, giving them comfortable places to live, and checking on the children every once in a while. For some reason that no one could figure out, Mrs. Tallweather never seemed to get pregnant from anyone but her husband, no matter whether or not she used protection.

As the staff rotated through the hotel, a small cottage sex industry sprung up behind it. Prostitution had never been illegal on Nukata, it having been one of the few profitable businesses before the hotel had been built. After the hotel went in, business began to boom. Between the guests, the mercenaries, and the Navy crews, there was no end to the demand for willing girls, or in a few cases, willing guys. Those running the various rings were careful to keep things clean though. All the walkers were checked to make sure they were at least eighteen, and drugs were strictly forbidden. No one was sure where exactly these rules had come from, but they followed them to the T. The last group to try had gone up in a fireball. The fire department arrived on the scene, but did little more then make sure the blaze didn’t spread to neighboring buildings. By the next day there was nothing left of the building except for some smoldering wreckage and a few skeletons. Despite the fact that it had been a child prostitution ring, all the skeletons had been adults. That meant someone skilled had gone in, pulled all of the kids out, and then toasted the place. There were only two groups capable of pulling it off, the marines and the mercenaries. All of the local gangs were less efficient, and would have ended up destroying the entire block. Every month there were STD tests, though they all came back clean. One of the more beneficial side effects of being a host meant that the essence would do everything to protect the host, effectively killing any disease or foreign agent that tried to get into the host body.

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Jason and the others knew none of this though. They hadn’t come to the island looking for more then some clean fun in the sun, and possibly a bit of adventure. It was the desire for adventure that had lead them to where they were now. They teens had barely dropped off their luggage before hopping into the nearest bus to the ruins. The exchange rates on Nukata were fantastic, mainly because it had never separated from the main country. As a result, all the local stores charged in the main currency, which had something like a two hundred to one exchange rate with the dollar. Nukata didn’t import any major brands, except at the hotel, so everything was at local rates as well. Thus a full course meal for two could cost about ten cents American. It was just another part of the island’s appeal. Thus the kids had more then enough sending money in their wallets for the ancient city when they got there. The girls all managed to find impressive pieces of jewelry which they eagerly purchased and began wearing. The boys found a little less to catch their eyes, though they did linger over a weapons shop, where Jason purchased a knife whose blade was almost as long as his fore arm. The strapped it his leg, the owner of the shop showing him how the knife was belted on. He wore it over his pants, where it would be in easy reach if he needed it. They had all been warned ahead of time about the various dangers the jungle might hold if they wandered off, and it seemed like a good idea to keep it in easy reach. He didn’t have to worry, as he had been told by the store owner that there were no problems carrying it as long as it was out in the open and not concealed.

They made their way over to the main temple, as they had wanted to catch the next tour. They lined up, and then realized they were the only ones in line. It seemed there were benefits to catching the last scheduled tour of the day. They waited at the assigned post, Eric flipping through a small pamphlet he had found detailing a brief outline of the temple’s history. After they had been waiting for a few minutes they were approached by an elderly native, who looked to be in his late forties or early fifties.

“Greetings, my name is Mikul. I am one of the Nukatan story tellers.” he greeted them. He scanned the area for a few minutes and then turned back to the teens. “Is this all of you? Just the six?” he asked.
“We are.” Jason answered.
“Hmm, normally get a bigger crowd then this. Oh well, who am I to complain if the world wants to make my life easier? I should be able to handle six teenagers.” Mikul remarked.
“Can I ask something?” Eileen raised her hand as if she was still in school.”
“Of course you may, though raising your hand is not necessary, I assure you.” Mikul answered.
“Are you really from Nukata?” she asked. Mikul laughed at the question.
“I am indeed. I have lived for all seventy fie years of my life. May I ask why you asked?”
“Well, it’s just your name sounds an awful lot like Michael, and your English is excellent.” Eileen said.
“Well, that’s easily explained. Several hundred years ago some missionaries landed here and began to try to convert our tribe. They were partially successful. We all began to adopt European sounding names, and we easily embraced their technology. Some of us even adopted their gods, but my family carries the ancient legends of Nukata. We remained faithful to the old ways.” Mikul explained to them.
“Didn’t you guys have to face the conquistadors and all those other gold hunters?” David asked from in back. If he was remembering his history classes right, the missionaries usually came after the guys with the guns.
“There were a few who came to try and conquer. But those who didn’t join us, or at the least decide to leave us in peace, were killed or died. The island takes care of us, just as we respect the island.” Mikul answered.
“But what about diseases and all of that? The tribes in both North and South America suffered heavily from those.” Emily tried.
“Again, the island provides. Many times those who carried diseases failed to reach our city. Unlike many other tribes, we had no need for the coast of our island, as a river runs through the center of the island carrying fresh water. Thus any visitors to the island had to cross the jungles to reach us. As you may have been warned, the jungle can be quite hostile. And when those who did carry illness reached us, a few did die, but there are many different plants on this island, and they hold many secrets.” he informed them. He clapped hands together. “Come, there is much to show you inside, and even more stories to go with it.”

He took them into the temple proper, and began to teach them about the various customs the Nukata had established around their many beliefs. He started with the Earth shrine and explained how the earth provided them with everything it takes to survive, from the plants and animals it took to feed them, to the materials necessary for building a lasting home in the damp of the jungle. He explained how different materials they used were made, and how different animals were used for different purposes. When Erica asked about a series of figurines lining the walls Mikul explained that they were totems to the various animals of the island, representing the various traits the Nukata tried to emulate in their everyday lives.

After the Earth shrine he led them to the shrine of the sun. He then taught them about the Nukatani belief that the sun was the mother of the earth, and that it was responsible for all life as well. As such they worshipped the sun, thanking it for their existence, and the existence of every other living being on earth. Though they offered sacrifices, they were always non human, and only on certain days of the year, mainly the solstices and equinoxes.

The sun shrine was followed by the moon shrine. The Nukata worshipped the moon in reverence of wisdom, and its ability to shed light on then darkness. To them, it was a symbol of life, constantly waxing and waning, coming from and returning to nothing. It too received sacrifices, the offerings made on the days of a new birth or a day of death. Having toured the three shrines, they began to make their way back to the entrance, when Jason stopped them in the court yard. He stared at the seal in the great floor, and became extremely curious about it.

“Excuse me, but what is the meaning of the three headed snake? I don’t think you mentioned it before.” he asked.
“Ah, Trelkoara.” sighed Mikul. “He is an evil god, but if it were not for him, this great temple would never have been built, and the Nukata would not be the tribe they are today. Over one thousand years ago, there was another tribe living on this island, and they too called themselves the Nukata. But they did not just worship the moon and sun and earth, but they worshipped Trelkoara as well. For Trelkoara walked among them, just as they saw the sun and the moon and the earth. To him they offered sacrifices, but the sacrifices were their own virgin daughters. And so it was for many years, until Trelkoara chose the chief’s daughter as his next sacrifice.”
“Did the chief rebel and destroy him?” Emily asked.
“Alas, no for that would have made the story a happier one. No, Trelkoara held the villagers under his sway, having corrupted them with his foul influence. The only ones not under his control where the younger children and teens, who had not yet finished their journey into adulthood. When he found out his sister’s fate, the chieftain’s only soon pleaded with his father to put a stop to the foul god. When his father refused, the boy took matters into his own hands. Gathering his friends, they set out to destroy Trelkoara. The snake god was furious at them for their lack of faith, and ordered the adults to slaughter their kids. This proved too much for the villagers. The desire to obey Trelkoara was strong, but the love they held for their children was just as strong. As the two forces waged war inside each and every person, they fell dead, the forces too much for their frail human bodies to hold. Their deaths further enraged the children.” He paused to take sip of water before continuing.

“For one day and one night the boys and their sisters chased the foul god into the jungle. On the morning of the second day, Trelkoara, exhausted from his long flight, stopped in the middle of a vast clearing and challenged the chieftain’s son to individual combat. But the boy was no fool, and instead he had all the boys charge into the fray. He himself wielded a golden spear, the same one that had hung in the temple for generations. For an hour waged the battle, until the very earth took up the cause. The ground beneath Trelkoara split open, swallowing him whole. The earth shook for several minutes, and when all was clear, there was nothing left to see of the evil god but a small pit where the ground had not entirely filled in.” He paused, and took another sip.

“On that ground, this very ground, the children built themselves new homes. The seal we now stand on is the marker for where the foul god fell, a warning and barrier to prevent his return. For only the blood of a virgin shall free Trelkoara, thus one of the reasons we never practiced human sacrifice. As for the children? The chief’s son took several wives, as was the custom. One of his wives was his sister, as they were required to keep the ruling blood pure. He had many children, with both her and his other wives, and their family ruled the Nukata for the next eight hundred years. The island prospered in that time, feeding off the powers of the god that lay trapped with in. It kept the tribe safe, allowing only those with benevolence in their heart to land on our shores. The last great king died two hundred years ago, having lived to the old age of one hundred and fifty. When he passed on, a small part of the island died with him. It was not until recently that the island has once more regained its glory.”
“How do you know all this?” David asked. The teens had been enthralled by the story, listening with rapt attention.
“After the death of Trelkoara, there was need for us to keep the history alive. One of the chief’s son’s wives assumed the role of storyteller, and it has been passed along our family line ever since. Yes, I am the descendant of our first great king, and I am very proud of my ancestor.” Mikul answered. He looked down at his watch and frowned. “Hmm, it seems we may have enjoyed the history of this place a bit too much. The last bus to the hotel left fifteen minutes ago. Come, my jeep is around back of the temple. I’ll give you kids a lift back to the hotel.” They followed him as he led them to the brightly colored jeep, painted in a smorgas board of colors. As they drove back to the hotel the teens pestered Mikul with questions about him and his tribe, all of which he gladly answered. He promised them another tour, this time of the less public areas, if they came back the next day.
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As the jeep raced through the jungle a pair of green eyes watched it go past. The owner of the eyes got up and began to follow, quietly leaping from branch to branch above their heads.

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In his lair Trelkoara sighed with pleasure. He had enough power now to accomplish his goals. Even better he had sensed not one, but three virgins above his head. Now was the perfect time for action. He contacted his followers, and implanted certain suggestions into their minds.

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Michael Tallweather hammered his cock in and out of his secretary’s tight cunt. The Gwen was an American, a worker at one of his other hotels, who had requested a transfer. She was obviously in the interest of getting promoted, and saw coming to the company headquarters as the way to do it. She had been kind enough include a picture with her transfer request, which is why she had ended up as his personal secretary. He had mentioned certain side benefits when making the offer and her eyes had positively lit up.

They were going at doggy style, with her between him and his wife. His wife was alternating between licking his balls and licking his secretary’s cunt. The poor girl was supposed to be tonguing Mike’s wife, but was too busy having an orgasm to properly perform her duty. Mike pulled her up against him, so that her back was pressed against her chest. Danielle turned herself around, so that she was now facing her husband. She wrapped her legs around his back, holding her hips in between theirs. It also meant that each time her husband thrust into his secretary his cock would run between the lips of Danielle’s pussy, his hard cock strumming across her clit like a bow across a violin. Her juices coated his cock, making it even easier for him to move in and out of Gwen’s tight cunt. She hadn’t been a virgin when she came, but the size of his member made even the most experienced lover feel as if she was as tight as her first time.

Gwen moaned as he sank his cock into her again. He was so big it was almost painful to be penetrated by him. Her walls clenched around him each time he entered her, her body instinctively trying to protect it. It didn’t matter because Danielle was below her, the other woman’s hand busy fondling her clit, causing her to spread her legs even wider, leaving her wide open for his member to slide in and out of her. She let out a small groan as his hands found her breasts, his fingers pinching her delicate pink nipples. He began to gently knead her breasts, crushing them together with his palms. This just made Gwen all the hornier and she began to bounce even faster on his cock. He was so thick, so big; he kept sliding back and forth across her g-spot, causing orgasm after orgasm to rock through her body.

He too began to pick up the pace, feeling his own orgasm coming on quickly. He began to hammer in and out of her. As his cum began to erupt from his cock he buried himself in her, spilling his seed deep into her womb. He knew instinctively it would catch, at that she would soon be carrying his child. The thought made him happy, even more so then usual. He pulled himself out of her as her last orgasm began to subside, and immediately plunged his still hard length into his wife’s waiting pussy. Danielle let out a gasp as he filled her with his entire length. She had been waiting for nearly a half hour for her turn. Her cunt was dripping juices, hungry for his cock. Michael plunged in and out of her at a furious pace, eager to share what was left in his balls with his wife. They let out simultaneous cries as they came together, and Michael covered the walls of his wife’s cunt with his jism. He pulled himself out of her, and stood of to the side, his hard on fading slightly after so much hot sex. Danielle moved over to where Gwen was lying on the floor and began to lick and tease the girl’s cunt, eager to swallow her husband’s cum as it came dripping out.

Michael looked over to where the two girls had resumed playing with each other and smiled. An idea occurred to him as he watched them fuck each other. The hotel was about to celebrate its anniversary. Why not celebrate with a special invitation orgy. He knew the best way to make sure the invitations reached the right people, and the more he thought about it, the better it seemed. He might even be able to cook up a little treat for everyone. He just needed to find the right person. In fact, she may have even come on today’s boat.

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A/N: vacation time means I can catch up with this again! Yay! Please leave some comments folks, this one isn’t under the same promises as my other story.