Legend of Trelkoara: The Serpent of Sex

Trelkoara:The Legend of the Sex Serpent




1000 years ago, on a small island off the coast of South America.

The jungle echoed with the sound of a large body crashing through the dense foliage. Something was being chased, and didn’t care how much noise it made. The creature left a wide swath of destruction in its wake, broken branches and torn plants mingled with the bodies of small animals which had failed to get out of the way in time. Behind the creature came the sound of a large hunting party, the war cries of tribal warriors ringing in its ears, reminding the creature of its constant pursuers.

The jungle ended before it, and it found itself trapped in a small clearing. It was too tired to go on, and decided to face its hunters. It didn’t have long to wait. Ten minutes later it was totally surrounded. The hunters were determined to end its life, and it was just as determined to preserve.

The scene itself had been played out many times over the years. A large animal, deemed a threat, was hunted down and destroyed by the men of what ever village it menaced. It was a common event, which knew no boundaries. Yet there was something different about this time. For one, not one of the men standing before the creature was over the age of fourteen. All were mere boys, just now going through the stages of puberty. They held small spears, though they were large in comparison to the boys themselves. The eldest one held the largest, a long thin piece of gold, sharpened at one point into the head of a spear. He was obviously the leader, even though he seemed unsure of himself.

There was one other factor besides the young age of the hunters. Their quarry itself was unusual. This was no wild beast that had taken to the taste of human flesh. In the center of their midst stood a huge serpent. It was unusually long, stretching a good thirty feet from tip to tip. The boys standing behind it were careful to avoid its whip like tail. Those in front were focused on its heads. All three were watching the one with the golden spear, waiting for him to make a move. Its patience finally ran out, choosing to speak with its attackers before destroying them.

“So Tychon. You have come to destroy your god.” The boy glared at the monster before him. “Come now, I’m sure we can work something out. I made your father chieftain after all. I am sure I can do the same for you.” The creature offered. The boy finally decided to speak.
“And pay you in the same manner as our fathers? Shall we too pay you with the flesh of our sisters and daughters?” He paused, and the small boy at his side nodded to him. “I do not know with what spell you bewitched our parents. Now they are free of it, though it cost them their lives. I do not know what freed us from the same spell, but it has shown us the true path. You shall pray upon the Nukatani no more!” He lunged forward, and sank the tip of his spear into the creature’s chest. Blood fountained from the wound, soaking his spear and hands.

The beast howled in rage, ignoring the pain from the wound. It fell upon its attacker, seeking to crush the young boy under its weight. It was forced back, however, the points of the other spears driving it away. It howled once more, as now all of the hunters fell upon it. It snapped its tail, sending several boys sprawling. Two did not get back up, their backs snapped from the blow. The battle raged for many more minutes. The spears were weak against it, but there were many, and the boys were courageous. They thrust them into the beast time and again, drawing blood from each wound. Each stab made the beast madder, and it thrashed even more.

Unknown to the fighters, the clearing had been formed because of a large hole beneath it. The surface was weak, and did not hold roots well, so nothing besides grasses could grow there. Under the shuddering of the beast, the land began to give way. Unable to support the weight, it finally collapsed, dumping the creature and several boys too slow to escape into its depths. It continued to collapse, until it had finished burying all that had fallen into it.

The boys gathered around the pit. The smaller boy looked up at Tychon. Tychon nodded, and the smaller boy ran off into the forest. Several minutes later he returned, leading a small group of girls, only a handful of whom were older then the boys. The older girls were carrying small children, boys and girls who were too young to have joined the hunt. One of the girls ran out of the group and rushed into Tychon’s arms. She hugged him tightly, and refused to let go.

“Is he..?” she asked.
“Trelkoara is gone. I do not know if he is dead, or if one can kill a god, but he lies there, buried with some of my friends.” He kissed her on the forehead as she began to cry. “Do not worry. You are safe now. You are all safe now.”
“But what shall we do now?” she asked. “The adults are dead, the elders, our parents, even the temple priests who didn’t follow Trelkoara.” She shuddered. “Ours is a dead village.”
“Then we shall build here. The Nukatani shall not forget the god they buried, even if they follow him no more. Our fathers have taught us to haunt and to build, just as our mothers taught you, their daughters how to farm and care for children. The first seasons will be harsh, but we will survive.” he hugged her closer. “We will pray to the moon to bless our crops, we shall ask the earth to guard our children, and we shall ask the sun to give us the strength to keep the evil we defeated today bound forever.”

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And they did. At first, it was simple lean-tos, simple shelters to keep out the rain. But the boys worked hard, and cleared the forest. Dirt was carried from across the island, and the rest of the hole that held Trelkoara was filled in. Great stones were hauled to the site, and the boys who had apprenticed with the carvers formed them into blocks, which were then used to cover the site. A single great seal was carved, with the image of Trelkoara carved into it to serve as a warning.

The village grew swiftly after that, as the boys were good hunters, and the land was fertile for the girls. They grew to adulthood, raising first those younger then themselves, and then raising families of their own. The ground under which Trelkoara rested was deemed sacred, and a temple soon rose above it. It contained three shrines, each forming one corner of a triangle around the great seal, one each to the moon, earth and sun, the three spirits which kept their dark brother prisoner. Several girls and several boys volunteered to serve as temple guardians, dedicating themselves keeping the evil bound, and ensuring the future generations were warned about the evil lurking beneath their feet.

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The children were warned, and warned often. For Trelkoara was a malevolent evil. He had no reason to take control of your body; merely implanting his essence in a man was enough for him. This was done by pouring a bit of his own spirit in through the man’s cock, ensuring the man’s children would also contain Trelkoara’s essence. Any woman with whom the man slept would also become infected. It was this way in which he had ensnared the last village. He had ruled the village for the last twenty years, ruling the villagers, and demanding their worship. They gave it thankfully, his willing slaves in everything. Each week he was provided with his tribute, the virgin blood of a village girl. Thus he grew in power, gaining new powers. Some he shared with the villagers, his ability to generate fire being his favorite to display, no matter the cost to the village.

Yet something had gone wrong with his followers’ first generation of children. When hey had hit puberty, their bodies had removed his essence. This hadn’t mattered until he had selected the chieftain’s daughter as his next tribute. Her twin brother had objected almost immediately. When he went to silence the boy, Trelkoara had discovered he had lost control. He ordered his followers to butcher their children, and all hell broke loose. The adults tried to resist the command, but the compulsion to obey was too strong. Their brains literally tore apart under the strain. Any male over the age of fifteen died, and any girl over the age of fourteen as long as she wasn’t a virgin died as well. They were gruesome deaths, blood and brain matter pouring into the street.

The teens had rallied at the sight of their friends and family dying, and chased their god into the forest. There he fell, and it was on that spot that they built their new home. All the children were given the same warning. Beware the Great Seal, for the blood of a virgin would wake the sleeping god

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Two years later.

Tychon paced nervously. The hut was being prepared, and soon it would be time for the ritual to begin. He had been dreading it for the past moon. Today was his day of birth, and today was the day he would take his first wife. She had been waiting for the past year, having reached her fifteenth summer already. It was an odd tradition, but for the Nukatani, a girl became a woman at fifteen, while the boys became men at sixteen.

Marlavo came into the hut where his chieftain had been pacing. The small boy from two years before had grown into a large man, and served as Tychon’s chief bodyguard. His day of birth was not for another two months, yet already the girls lined up to be chosen by him. Tychon almost envied his friend. He himself had been lucky. His first wife had been chosen at birth, and he was fortunate to have fallen in love with her. He looked at his friend, and Marlavo nodded. Tychon followed his friend, and they approached the newly built hut. It was larger then any other in the village, as it was not only going to serve as the home for chieftain and his wives, but as a palace and place of business for the village. But today, it would serve a far more important purpose.

He strode into the room the priestess pointed him to, and couldn’t help but chuckle. He remembered the original priestess. She had been an old crone of nearly eighty, and the new one had only just turned seventeen. She was quite possibly the youngest to ever hold the rank. But that was common. They had lost much of their history when the lore keepers died, but the apprentices assured him he would be one of only three to become chieftain and sixteen at the same time.

He stopped when he entered the room. Before him stood a vision of loveliness. Nylea lay on a bed of rushes, her arms folded across her nude body. He walked over and lay beside her.

“Are you ready?” he asked. She merely nodded, too nervous to speak. He unfolded her arms, and lay above her. His manhood throbbed at the touch of her, and he felt just as eager. He spread himself out above her, tapping his cock between their stomachs. She shifted nervously at his touch, and he soothed her with a kiss. His hands wandered down her belly. One of his hands moved between her legs, and he was surprised to feel a touch of damp in the patch of hair nestled there. He decided to explore this unknown territory, and slipped o finger inside of her. She moaned at the touch and he thought he had hurt her in some way. Yet when he pulled his hand back, she clasped her own two around it, and pushed the finger back inside of her.

They went on like this for nearly an hour, exploring each other’s virgin bodies. His cock ached and twitched as she slowly massaged it between her hands. Her body shuddered with pleasure when his lips and tongue found her nipples. They each searched for what would please their partner the most, and neither stopped until they were sure they had found everything, all but the last temptation.

By now his need was driving him mad. He knew not where the desire came from; all he knew was that he wanted his member buried into her as far as it would go. She took it in one hand, and guided it to her entrance. She was already slick, and the thick tip slipped in easily. She was tight despite the flow of her juices, and it was tough for him to make any headway. His eight inch cock was thick, and her walls closed around it almost instantly. He pushed forward none the less, pausing only when she insisted. She could feel it as inch slid into her, and she wanted to savor the feeling of completeness it gave her.

He hit the final barrier and stopped. Neither had been warned of it, and neither knew what to do next. He knew it stood between him and her, and that hardly seemed fair. He pulled back slightly, and then thrust forward with all his might. His cock pierced her maidenhood, and it took all she had not to cry out as the pain shot through her. He stopped once he was past it, realizing he was now completely buried inside of her. She was tight, her walls squeezing his member. He waited for her to open her eyes, kissing away her tears. She smiled up at him hesitatingly, and he smiled back at her. She wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tightly to her. He returned the hug, rocking back on his legs so that he was kneeling. He was still deep inside of her, and the motion caused to her to moan with pleasure. He had come to recognize the sound, and was encouraged by it. He began to thrust into her, gently at first, but becoming more aggressive with each one.

It was over quickly. Both virgins, their bodies were soon overwhelmed with the feelings of sex. Their climaxes came together, the walls of her pussy clamping down around his cock as it shuddered deep inside of her, spilling his seed into her womb. They fell back against the rushes, utterly exhausted by their efforts. He hugged her tightly, kissing her lightly on the forehead. They stayed like that for many moments. Finally, he spoke.

“I fear for our future.” he admitted.
“Why?” she asked.
“We lost so much when the adults died. I have no guidance, no father to tell me right from wrong, and no lore keepers to compare my actions to those of the chieftains passed. The land has been good to us so far, but how long can it last?” he pondered.
“Do not worry yourself over this. Already, I feel our child growing inside of me. You shall be a good king, the first of a long line of kings. The land will remain healthy, and our people shall remain safe. The evil has been buried, and our people shall ensure that it remains so.” She kissed him on the lips and he smiled down at her. “You will be a good king, just as you were a good brother, and just as you are a good husband.”

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Nylea was right. Nine months to the day she gave birth to a small male child, and he too ruled as his father had, with justice and a fair hand. Tychon took two more wives, and had children with them as well. They took positions amongst the village as they reached adulthood, sharing equally in their royal siblings’ power. For of all his wives and children, Tychon loved Nylea and the children they had together the most.

The island prospered as well. The land remained rich, never failing to provide the village with more then enough crops to feed its people, even when neighboring islands dealt with drought or famine. The game remained healthy, never falling under disease or low numbers. When the white men came, with their guns and armor, they found the island hostile. Poisonous plants and insects plagued them mercilessly, and by the time an invader reached the village, they found themselves in dire need of help. The villagers never refused to aid those who sought it, and defeated all who sought to conquer. For as the years passed, the village prospered, growing slowly into a small city. Stone was cut from the mountain in the center of the island, and soon stone houses stood near two large stone edifices. The largest was the temple. It grew into a large trio of buildings, each representing one of the three Gods. In the center remained the Great Seal, a constant reminder of the evil that lurked beneath.

For that was the secret of the land. It slowly drained the powers of Trelkoara, leeching them in order to support itself. As his powers waned, the land grew healthy, never failing, even under the worst conditions.

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Deep under the growing city, Trelkoara sipped at the blood of one of the trapped boys. It was hardly the delicacy he had come to enjoy, but it was enough to guarantee his health. The others remained trapped, kept in stasis by his powers. He slept in his rock tomb, waiting for the day when he would be free once more.

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A/N: Please leave some feedback! This isn’t the only chapter to this story (I seem incapable of one-shots) and I want to know what opinions/ideas you folks have for this one!