Tsunami Saga 3

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Eiren`s Saga By Maglad

Tristan: “Uhnggghhhh!”

The force upon him was like the thumb of a god, robbing the air from his lungs as it crushed him to the floor, the very stones under him shattering and cracking while he felt his compressed ribs about to snap. All around he, the air looked strange, things around him looked squatted, as if compressed. It was not just him, nor was it only the air. The very pillars seemed wider and shorter, the roof bloating down as gravity increased and called things down with force. The warrior clenched his teeth as he looked for a way to fight it, or at least a way to stand.

Tristan was thinking, out of all the Orbs, this is the one he had hopped never to come across, Chaos was unpredictable, whimsical and cruel, and the champions meant for it where usually the same, precisely all things he was trying to flee from, the rage inside, the pain, the sorrow. He was looking for Order of all things! The he felt it, suddenly he became lighter, and could feel it, he was starting to raise, the little pebbles around he where rising in mid air, and for a moment he thought the orb was reversing the effect in the area. Then he saw it, and then he felt it. The pebbles where growing, changing and becoming brighter and harder, his own skin becoming brittle and shinier as it took on a texture of steel, he was turning to metal or steel or such. -Trust in Chaos for the unexpected- He reminded himself, and quickly took his chance to reach for his rope and hook and toss it to the pillar by the exit.

The rope spun twice around the pillar and the hook held from it with strength, and Tristan pulled for dear life, away from the influence area of the Orb, its effect on his body going away as there was no will to sustain them, his flesh returning to normal and his skin softening again. Finally, the young warrior realized he was holding his breath and took in a deep breath before exhaling in relief.

The Orb pulsated with power for a few more seconds, and not feeling anyone near it, it simply went dormant once more, the room going back to its previous state as if nothing had happened, and Tristan knew he was not the chosen champion for Chaos. In a sense, it was a relief.

I suppose it only activates as someone approaches –he thought- But I should test this theory.

Securing the rope to the pillar, the young warrior made sure it was firmly anchored before tying himself to its end. First he casually tossed a glove, the smallest coin he had, towards the orb, and seeing as it bounce off harmlessly on the statue, took a step forth towards it, and another, and suddenly the orb was glowing with strength and intent, and the air itself seemed to turn to sand and Tristan was left buried alive in mid air for the few moments it took him to react and pull himself free with the rope.

If this was the Orb of Chaos, he knew himself a fool for expecting it to repeat itself. Then again, chaos being what it was, of course it was just as likely to do so as it was to sprouting wings and fly. He could not approach, nor was it meant for him. Tristan realized he would have to leave it, but at least he could hide it and win some time for himself on the race.

Carefully, he studied the room. The pillars where strong and wide, but he had no doubt he could collapse them. That is, of course, assuming he could get close enough to them within the room…

The Hallway, then?

After retrieving his rope, he walked back the hallway to where Mako awaited. Beautiful and fresh, the kind spirit was where she left her kneeling on the cool stone floor, sitting on her heels, knees together with her palms up over her thighs. She stood up as he approached and stood with her small feet at shoulder width on tiptoes, wrists crossed behind the small of her back in attention. The sight of her beauty, her feminine nude body almost distracted him from his task, yet he allowed himself to kiss her lips with a smile and enjoy the loving kiss she returned before having her move back to the stairs and kneel there as he looked for a way to collapse the secret hallway.

Mako: “Master Tristan, can I help you?”

Tristan: “I told you on the day I stole you, didn’t I? You are not a tool anymore. Except to love that is” –he winked at her-

Tristan could feel his heart melt as he saw her blush and smile with genuine joy.

Everything we’ve been trough, everything we’ve done, and she blushes still! Spirits of the world, thank you for your daughter!

He coughed and corrected himself for such distraction, lovely as it was, and went back to the task at hand; using the morningstar he was still carrying to smash the roof and walls of the hallway until it collapsed before him and filled with rock and sand.

Tristan: “Lady Mako, will this be enough to hide magic on the other side?” Mako: “It will from most, master Tristan”

That will have to do, then.

Tristan: “Very well, it will have to do I suppose… it would be naïve to think it will truly stop the chosen of Chaos, but it should at least slow him down a little –he pressed again the disk on the wall, having the secret door close again to hide the hallway- Should we search for valuables now? You may be a spirit, but I’m still very much flesh, food and drink have a cost, you know?”

Mako: -eagerly- “I could provide you with b- -she stopped as he gave her a look- You are right, master Tristan”

Tristan:. o O (You are not a tool anymore.)

It was still in the evening when they approached the steps to the upper floor, and Mako suddenly stopped. She could go no further, the curse in the sands surface prevented water from getting close and as a spirit of it, and she was especially susceptible. He took a look outside and came back inside, the glare of the suns still strong enough to send the air dancing with heat, and to turn any cloud to shreds against the bright blue sky.

Tristan: “We’ll wait for the night and move –he said as he lowered down his backpack again and pulled out a few rations, dried flesh and some fruit- Lets go a bit lower into the temple so you can keep me company till nightfall”

They went back downstairs, neither one needed any light to see in the dark, yet he had lighted a steel lantern, a small copper cylinder with a grease candle within and a glassed eye on its front to light the way. The sight of colors was so much preferable to the gloom of the dark, after all, and the beautiful luscious globes of the perfect ass globes rolling before him where so much more enjoyable with the proper light.

Tristan: “Mako?”

Mako: “Yes master Tristan?”

Tristan: “Hold the lantern for a moment”

No sooner had he held it when he picked her off her feet into his arms and kissed her fresh, silken lips, enjoying to feel her between his arms, her beautiful body barely weighting enough for him to notice. She opened her beautiful blue eyes in surprise for just a moment before kissing back, enjoying his arms holding her to him and keep her so close, enjoying to feel his strength and love around her in such a simple way.

Tristan: “How can you be so warm while nude in the dark?”

Mako: “Your slave is not nude, master. It has your arms to keep her warm”

Tristan: “Oh you…”

She laughed softly, with a crystalline happiness as he kissed and squeezed her between his arms, walking down the steps to the next level of the temple before kneeling and lowering her to the ground under him.

Mako: “Won’t the god of this temple get mad at us for doing this?”

Tristan: “It was a dark god, so chances are it is mad at us just for being in love, already”

She cooed as he leaned over and kissed her soft lips with hungry lust, his right hand feeling up the smoothness of her torso up to her full breasts, cupping one and caressing it while he used the other hand to steady himself over an elbow. The dark haired beauty gasped a little as her little nipple was gently pulled and twisted between his fingers, her small feet sliding over the cool stone as he trailed kisses down her chin and neck to reach her other breast, first gently blowing his warm breath over her nipple, then kissing and nibbling at it, sending shivers trough her feminine body.

Mako: “M-master… I… I love you”

Tristan: -with a chuckle- “I know you do”

Mako: “Master!”

Tristan: -smiles- “I love you too, now shush”

He kissed her nipple, and nibbled at it. His hand moved down from her full breast over her soft body to the flower of her feminity, his fingers gently caressing at its petals until her nectar began freely flowing over them and then he inserted them just slightly, only to the first knuckle, and moved back to look at her beautiful face as he spread them, exposing her warmth, wet folds to the cold of the chamber, the girl shivering and moaning as he slide them even further, still apart and spreading her widely as he kissed her, enjoying to have her moan unto his own lips, her long legs pushing her body upwards slightly, supporting her on the balls of her feet while he skilfully fingered her sex.

Mako: “M-master Tristan… it… it feels so good”

He smiled and leaned down slightly to kiss at a nipple and then the other, gently caressing them with his lips and nibbling at them just as gently while he slipped his fingers into her to the second knuckle, making her gasp even louder as he began rubbing his rough fingertips against the tender walls of her sex, spreading her and stirring the nectars of her flower, casually guiding her upwards until she began to rise her back from the stone and was left on her elbows without realizing it, her gorgeous face rising and lowering softly as she gasped and moaned in the middle of her ecstasy. Her beautiful body tense and trembling, her long legs supporting her on the balls of her feet, her elbows under her to keep her off the stone, the small of her back high above the ground while the orbs of her breasts danced above her heaving chest, there was little she could do to last beyond mere moments.

Mako: “TristanIneedyoutofuckmeplea-aah!”

Tristan: “As you wish, my lady”

He smiled and moved from her, hearing her pleas as his fingers retreated from her body and his lips left her bountiful blossom for the moment. Her soft body slowly and gracefully returned to the floor, her breath spent and broken while he caressed her body with a steady hand, his maleness as straight and hard as an iron bar and almost as thick around the head as her thin wrist from the sheer excitement of what he was about to do.

Tristan: “No, no, my sweet slave. Did you not just beg me to take you, did you not just beg for my cock? No my love, don’t just part your legs and warm your fires for me, you begged like a slave and like a slave ill take you”

Mako: -smiling as she blushes, her clear eyes tightly closed- “I’m your slave, master. Yours to do as you wish”

Tristan: “I know. Plant your lovely feet in the ground under your knees, spread them wide…”

Her thighs perfectly spread, her dripping flower exposed without a shred of modesty or shyness, she follows his instructions eager and swift, rising to her elbows while still on her back over the stones, and pressing the palms of her hands against the floor. The strain of her body as she raises her shapely ass from the floor causes her to moan, arcing her back higher as she follows his instructions, the strain of the pose a curious exertion for her well cared body. She can’t keep her voice behind her lips as his strong hands move down to cup the flower of her sex and his voice compliments her on her beautiful body, as soon speaking sweet words as it makes her shiver with obscenities he reserves for such moments. Again, he kisses her, her body trembling from the excitement and the strain as he presses his lips to hers and caresses her fresh tongue with his, raping her lips as his fingers once more move to delve into her sex, if this time for just a few moments before his lips part from hers and he moves to kneel between her silken, spread thighs, caressing them at his leisure while she gasps and shivers.

Mako: “M-master, what are you d-oooaah!”

Tristan: “Anything I want”

With that, he moves forth in a single stroke, filling her with his flesh and slamming his hips against her thighs while he takes her in a new way, the girl on all four with her body facing upwards. She cries out from both exhaustion and excitement as he moves out and then back into her with ease and strength, again and again making her sensual form tremble as his malehood rubs against the roof of her love cave and its head pushes against the entrance of her womb. And all along she gasps and cries with a pleasure loaded voice, her beautiful orbs of lust dancing atop her chest and slightly to its sides as her lover moves into her again and again, each thrust more powerful and deep than before until he enters her womb and sends a powerful tremblor trough her body, pushing her trough the threshold and keeping there for him until he in turn feels his own build up explode and fills her with his seed, his powerful malehood twitching inside her as it shoots his seed against the roof of her womb and sends her trough another mind blowing orgasm just before she tenses and rises to the tip of her toes, arcing her body to the max before relaxing and gently letting him slip from her as she lowers her body to the floor, panting and gasping from the unbelievable fuck she just received.

In turn, he falls to all four atop her, gasping for breath himself as he watches her beautiful face and waits for her eyes to focus on his before kissing her again, his weight off her heavenly body on his elbows and knees, their mixed heat filling the small chamber while they kiss and laugh and caress each other like shy children.

Tristan: “Did you enjoy that, love?”

Mako: “I did… but I don’t think I’ll be able to do it again just yet, im exhausted”

Tristan: “But –he kisses her- your body doesn’t tires, does it, my goddess?”

She smiles and lifts herself slightly to rub herself against his body, her silken skin and full breasts caressing his body while she leaves the floor again, albeit for a little while.

Mako: “I could repair it with a thought… but can’t I wish to rest by your side, from time to time?” –she says while lovingly continuing to rub against him.

Tristan: “Uhmm… but this, right now… is delicious”

They kissed again, with him above her. She pressing her body against his, rising it from the floor to press against his as much as possible while they kiss. They stay like that for a short while, neither moving nor breaking the kiss as they enjoy eachother´s company and warmth.

Tristan moves an arm around her body, gently embracing at the small of her back, helping her to press against him by holding her without effort, so light she is in is arms. Her plentiful curves a delight to roam over with the fingers or the eyes, her soft lips trembling gently as her nipples rub against his powerful body. Her movements become shorter and more restricted as his malehood comes to life again between her thighs, as much a barrier as an iron bar would be to stop her movements. He smiles and kisses her again, passionately and lustfully, his tongue raping her sweet lips as it forces itself against her tongue for a few moments before he moves down, parting the kiss and skilfully aiming his malehood to the entrance of her feminity.

Tristan: “Keep going”

With a thrust, he moves into her to about the half of his length, his powerful malehood parting her soft, warm flesh with the heat of a white hot spear while Mako lets out a little cry and whimpers. He holds her against him with an arm and waits for her to calm down, kissing her all the time, enjoying her gorgeous body under his own, and even more so when she moves again, restarting her motion against him, rising to the tip of her feet and hands as she presses against him. Her mind blowing figure trembling as she fucks herself on his raging cock, he lets go of her to support both hands on the floor while looking at her in awe of how beautiful she is while moaning and trembling under him, from time to time caressing her face before seeing in her the unmistakable signs he so well knows, her eyes close tightly and her sweet lips part slightly as her toes spread and her shoulders tense more and more the closer she gets to orgasm. In a gentle movement, he cups and caresses her head on a hand and holds her still under him by her dark hair as he starts to move into her now to the root of his malehood, filling her completely and then just as fast retreating until just a few inches of him remain inside her, fast and hard, then slowly and gently, assaulting her gorgeous body at an angle or another until both let out a sound of pleasure as they come against each other and then collapse.

In the peak of his pleasure, he pulls her tightly against him by the small of her back while keeping them off the floor with his knees and free arm, her soft body relaxed and her arms around his neck as she hugs him, both lovers entwined in a kiss while they rest for a while.

Tristan: -kisses her- “Did you enjoy that, love?”

Mako: -blushing a little, and then smiling- “Y-yes…”

Tristan: “I did so too, very much, to have your warm body caressing me, and to see you fuck yourself with my flesh”

He speaks with a smile, enjoying beyond words the simple pleasure of seeing her blush so beautiful, then kissing her again while gently descending to the floor, still within her.

Tristan: “So very much indeed”

Again, he kisses her, gently this time as he parts a few locks of her silken, dark hair to look at her gorgeous face before letting her rest and resting himself by her side.

It is along travel back, even more so as he has to return alone, the curse of the sands keeping Mako from showing herself as he doesn’t wants her to strain herself fighting the curse like she did in their first’s days on the desert. He had almost lost her at the time, all because she wanted to see him smile at her. This time he was adamant about it, and so he was alone until once more he spotted the ancient city of Alquia over the horizon.

He didn’t approve of “their” way of slavery. Back home, for a man to take a woman as his slave, they both had to go trough a five years period were they where slave and master, a time during which the woman would learn to honor her future husband, and the man would learn both to please and care for her future wife. It was quite different indeed from the way things were done around these parts. So much indeed that at times he wondered if that meant his beloved Mako was not really his slave, or if these men just were not really masters. The similarities were there, and were of course undeniable, but just as strong were the differences, as they were also undeniable and powerful. Here, slave meant “property” and not “beloved”, it did not meant a promise, it was merely a contract, a cold difference between someone free and someone owned. Even so, at least here he could enjoy walking the streets next to his beloved Mako, and no one would bat an eye at their status as master and slave, nor demand long and complicated explanations. It was the closest they could be to the traditional ways back home. Besides, he had to admit, they had some very amusing ideas about fashion and accessories for their slaves. Just before arriving, he had never even considered the idea of piercing or tattooing his beloved Mako. Some equipment seemed to be what could be expected from a society that saw slavery not as a status commonly agreed between individuals, but as the distinction between free or owned. Chains, bracelets, whips and the like to keep slaves from running or even from trying to do so, while some, on the other side, seemed to fulfil a merely decorative role, curiously the same chains and bracelets, whips and rack could be used on a different manner, and seemed to exalt the figure of the girl trapped within them.

Regardless, he had come to the city for a reason, and having fun was not it. Quickly, he moved about and asked about what possible job he could take, and how much it would cost him to move north and out of the desert. Mako was sensitive to the flows of magic, especially those of items as ancient and with such powers as the orbs, and they had done well taking this ability as a guide on which directions.

Sadly, it seemed that the closer she was to the source, within a few hundred miles or so, the most confusing it became, so they still had to go trough the old research process in order to find the exact location of the orbs.