The Rokkaia Chronicles

by Rhys Thomas

  The purring began to sputter out into a light chuckle, possibly at my expense. *My love, you’re possibly one of the most pedantic people I know when it comes to your power. Your scrupulous endeavour to understand every little thing, believing that by doing so you’ll understand the whole being. Where as in fact you’re overly complicating so much, and completely forgetting what ones will really is. It’s a little endearing watching you fumble so,* she explained primly.

  *Thanks...* I replied dryly, unsure whether I had just been insulted or not. Marisa hopped over to the door with Sishshik following close behind her and opening the door so that Marisa could slip through.

  I closed my eyes to sound of the door scraping shut, then I concentrated and felt about for the power. It was just out of my perceptive reach but, coming closer.

  With each passing second into minute, I focused on the building power as it began to spread and stretch out towards me, like a wave of heat in the air. I wasn’t sure when contact was made, but I suddenly felt myself slipping into my delve.

  Where I found my floating island within the vast bright custard void. With my misty grey construct, showing all the inactive runes across the entirety of my body and the gloves upon the constructs arms. Seeing this after my conversation with Marisa, I could see how this was both simple and complicated, and too inefficient for practical use.

  I needed to remember what will is. “What is will?” I ask aloud and heard Sishshik chirp outside of my delve. I had forgotten that I wasn’t alone, “sorry Sishshik,” I muttered to the trog-boy. He chirped back a response and I continued with my introspection.

  I thought over everything I had done or tried to do since the start. I knew my dimensional plane was unique to me, something that had set me apart from everyone else back on earth. But I never fully explored it, test it yes, but never drove to understand what it really was and why I could do it. I have and can, use it as easily as breathing. So, how was this power any different.

  I thought back to my fight with fire-variant fodraca.

  How the residue from that subtle wave cast from the portal, had allow me to do things intuitively that I couldn’t before. I knew now how to generate and lure ambient power with intangible constructs, yet I couldn’t remember how I had formed it. I had simply done it instinctively, which was great help then, but not necessarily helpful now.

  I needed full control and I needed it soon, my arms itched but I denied myself the temptation to scratch at the healing burns. Deciding my course of action; I withdrew from the island and floated within the custard void of my delve. I unfurled a tendril of my will and spread it out like a feathering wing. Feeling for the familiar intrusion of power circulating throughout my body, it was dormant with nowhere to go, simply filling me.

  I needed an outlet that wouldn’t immediately expire all of the power gained. So, I formed a second island within my delve and felt my consciousness expand, like it was stretching to make room enough for two. I knew three would be pushing it for now. So, I destroyed the misty construct and its island, feeling my consciousness press back in.

  Doing the same as I had with my first island, I created a barrier around the second. This island however was far smaller, and with my feather-like strand still gliding lightly throughout my body. I willed the tendril to start absorbing the power within me, pumping it out of my body and into the smaller island in my delve.

  Willing a hole to appear in the domain surrounding the small island, I tore that same tendril away from myself. There was a horrible squelching tear in my mind as I tore a piece of my own will and jammed it into the opening of the small domain.

  Distantly I heard a scream as heat rushed through me, I didn’t have long. I kept the tendril there, connected between the small domain in my delve and the area of my body where the power would accumulate.

  I watched as the semi-transparent tendril of will pushed out several bulbous lumps that throbbed. The lumps were a small murky gold substance, that seemed more like custard than anything. As they moved through the tendril, I floated to my small island as the lumps of power custard oozed out and I formed a domain barrier like an orb; catching them.

  Then I made two separate leashes. One that connected the pumping tendril to the filling barrier, and another from that to the larger domain bubble surrounding this island. Then I dismissed the constructed island seeing no use for it anymore.

  As I was leashing the floating orb of custard to the domain, two more lumps came through, but were as small as Sishshik fist. Threading they’re way through the line and into the orb. Flicking out with my will, I increased the domains size, expanding it to 10 times the size of the orbs own.

  I felt the distant drain and wariness hitting me hard and knew I could crash at any moment. I looked around, seeing my handy work.

  My final act was to will a massive construct, I focused on the centre of my being and pictured it like a radiant sun. Suddenly bursting into light, my sun swam in the centre of my delve, rotating slowly. I willed several transparent chains into existence and leashed them to the sun’s none-existent core, yet it held. Then I formed one last leash and threw it at the power orb.

  Now my delve looked more like the starting’s of a solar system, though with one custard power planet floating around the blazing star. I couldn’t wait to add more planets, to float around my sun.

  My consciousness spun as I was being sucked back into my body.

  ~*~*~*~

  Fire, I thought and pulled on the thread of my will through my delve. A rush of warmth ran through my arms, igniting my runes and suddenly, two small flames burst into being on the palm of my hands, above the swirling vortex rune. With my most shit eating grin I absorbed and extinguish the flame.

  I had been doing this exact same thing for the last hour after waking up from unconsciousness.

  Now I was dancing and hooting in celebration. Someone must’ve heard my jig, cause the next thing I knew, the door of the wagon wedges open and the familiar black and green Valakharian leathers of Ariana’s slipped inside.

  She turned to find me completely naked and in the middle of my gratulatory jig. “Well, it’s good to see you awake at least,” she said, rolling her eyes as she removed the outer layer of fur from her hood.

  I gulped and fumbled for an explanation, “I – uh...” I started. “...I figure out how to use my power, ignite it at least. The shaping is what I’ll have to work on next—where are we by the way?” I asked, trying to scoot back to my blanket as nonchalantly as possible. The wagons had been rolling on for a while, but I’d been too caught up in my own development, to really notice.

  Aria smiled at me as her slightly angular violet eyes roamed over my body and I could practically hear her salivating, like I was some juicy steak.

  God, I miss steak. “You’ve got nice ass,” she commented when I turned around. I spun back to her covering my junk, and weirdly covering my ass as well. “Hah, ha-ha... you’ll not be pegging me,” I said quickly and nervously. Yet images flashed through my mind and I mentally tried to fan them away. Thoughts of Ariana with a strap-on as she slams into Marisa from behind, the latter straddling me as she got D-Ped.

  Nope-nope-nope, not the time for these thoughts, as arousing as they were. I could still feel the kisses we had shared back in Wheldrake, it lingered like a subtle reminded that she wasn’t completely mine yet.

  Ariana had closed the distance between us in three long strides, an almost mirroring of our encounter in Wheldrake. She pressed her lean bodily against me and thrust her tongue forcibly into my mouth as her hands and arms cling to my shoulders and chest.

  We clash together lustfully, as she hummed agreeably into my mouth. I thread one hand into the tight braid at the back of her head and pulled her face even closer, if that was possible. My other hand roaming the tight contours of her body, back and her tight ass trapped within the form-fitting leathers.

  Squeezing her roughly and eliciting a moan from Aria into my mouth. Then the hand she had on my ch
est roamed down my pectoral’s. Down my abdominals and past my waist line and straight for my rigid cock press against her stomach. Kissing my neck, she stroke’s the shaft of my penis. “You’ll not fuck me,” she said, as I bit down on my lip to stop my moan of approval.

  “What?” I asked, confusion and pleasure laden my voice making me breathy with arousal.

  “We’re not close enough yet for that… But I like you enough that I want to taste you,” she explains and before I could ask what the hell she meant. Ariana trailed kisses down my body till she was on her knees, nuzzling my growing cock with her face, like an affectionate pet.

  “Oh fuck!” I said roughly, as her tongue glides slowly over my throbbing head, her violet gaze drifting up my body to meet my grey-blues. Her mouth opens in an ‘O, my cock pulsing on her tongue at the entrance.

  “Damn! You’re so beautiful,” I said and gently rested my hands-on-top of her head. The Valakharian scout smiles slightly then bobbed her head forwards; sliding her lips tightly down the shaft of my penis. My fingertips unintentionally digging into her scalp as I thrust my hips forward slowly to meet her thrust.

  Her wet silky mouth and muscular tongue rolling around my shaft as she bobbed up and down. All the while her eyes never leaving mine, before I knew what was happening, her hands came up behind me gripping tightly at my ass as she slammed her face roughly forward, her lips sealing around the base of my cock.

  I cried out in bliss as her throat contracts around me and I throbbed violently with need and release. Yet her expression never changed and frankly, it started to unnerve me, then she was tugging back and forth with her hands.

  I focused my lust addled gaze back to her properly. She hummed a few words around my shaft as it slid out of her throat, and a pleasure filled spasm hit me. I was so close to release, “fuck my throat,” she demanded as my slick cock slid from her mouth and she jerks me off for a couple of strokes.

  “Y-you sure?” I ask, swallowing dryly.

  This woman had absolutely no gag-reflex, or maybe... even a dimensional pocket at the back of her throat. Better off not following that line of thought. She pinched the skin of my shaft, “this isn’t enough,” she stated looking at my cock as she stroked it, and I wasn’t sure if she meant my dick or something else. “Do it,” she looked back up at me and I could see a sort of pleading need there.

  So, I did. I grabbed the back of her head as she swirled her tongue around the tip of my cock lathering it with more of her saliva.

  Then I pulled her towards me as I pumped my hips in a blur, feeling myself driving deeper and deeper into her throat, after several seconds of none stop thrusting into her, I began to pull away worried I might actually hurt her.

  Her teeth grazed along my shaft sharply, and she squeezed my hips and ass painfully with her nails. I forgot how mightily strong she was as well, and she wants it, I thought and plunged back in. Her cheeks hallowed out as I drew backwards, then filled in as I blurred my hips forward till; I felt my balls slap against her chin over and over.

  This went on for several minutes, and I was at the point where I was basically straddling the top of her head and pushing forward into her throat as she lay beneath me. I had one hand on the back of her head holding her in place as the other gripped her throat feeling like cock sliding and bulging each time, I’d thrust into her.

  Her own hands had left me at this point and were simply supporting her upper body. I kept pushing in and out, groaning as I throbbed deeply inside of her mouth, then I felt her caressing and squeezing my balls. I pumped my hips twice, then thrice more, my balls now slapping wetly against her nose and I shouted out and moaned, my chest twitching as I squeezed my hands around Ariana’s throat feeling my cock swell and release deep inside of her as I came.

  For a second, I thought I may just pass out as I felt her throat contract me as she swallowed each spirt of my seed, pulling my still throbbing cock from her throat, mouth and lips. I dropped Ariana as she fell to the ground gasping, I flopped back onto my ass behind her. And suddenly, I felt sickened by what I had done.

  “Are you okay?” I asked breathlessly, yet Aria stayed there on the ground. Her eyes fixated on the ceiling of the wagon.

  Eventually she replied, “I’m fine. It was exactly what I needed.”

  “Yeah but-”

  “I asked you to do it Ally, and I to my great shame,” she shivered as her legs crossed together. “I loved every minute of it.” I gaped at the back of her head as she sits up and begins to finger at the bits of saliva and cum, still on her chin, lips and cheeks. Wiping them up and then sucking on them noisily. She didn’t look back at me, and the noise of her slurping my cum made me want to take her. To claim her as mine.

  But I pushed those needs aside and went to find my own clothing. As I dressed; I heard Ariana stand up and pace towards the door.

  “What is this exactly?” I blurted out.

  She stopped and turned to look at me; head canting to one side, “meaning?” she asked.

  I scratched at my cheek thinking, “are we together? Or is this something casual?” I asked her. Her gaze flicked off of me and to the wall as she thought on her reply. I noticed that her fur layering was to the left of the door besides the spot where Sishshik sleeps. The trog-boy surprisingly loved the cold weather, which I felt was odd because weren’t lizards cold-blooded.

  “We are,” Ariana started drawing my mind away from earth documentaries. “We are together in the sense that I’ve got a task to complete. Though I admit to liking you a lot, it’s strange really; like there’s something drawing me towards wanting you. So, till I’ve figured this out, we’ll keep it casual. Agreed?”

  I nodded agreeing with her. “Where are we anyway. I guess I passed out during my meditation,” I muttered.

  “Yes, you did. We’ve been on the move for most of the morning and you’ve been out for several hours. The Venyin were not pleased with the screaming; but when I told them to shut up, they thankfully did,” she replied. And I had to laugh at her handling of the Venyin. “As to where, well, we’re just about to exit the forest completely and hit the base of the mountain.”

  “So, it’s a good thing I’m up now then,” I noted.

  “So, it’s good thing you’re up now then,” she parroted a beat later. Once I changed into my clothing I scanned about for my armour and furs, and found them neatly folded and dry besides the dry rack. Ariana must’ve caught of my look, “Sishshik, he wanted to help in some way. So, I gave some a few jobs to keep him occupied when he wasn’t sat in here watching you.”

  “Watching me?” I asked.

  She nodded, “he kind of worships you in a way, kept making this chirruping cry when you wouldn’t wake up.”

  “Marisa?” I asked and mentally noted to give Sishshik some extra attention later on.

  “You can’t simply call her yourself?” Aria asked me with an arched eyebrow.

  I frowned at her. “You forgot, didn’t you?” she asked me.

  “I forgot,” I replied sheepishly warping my sword to hand and sheathing it. Fully equipped, I followed after Ariana. We stepped outside and I squinted my eyes as the sunlight reflecting off the nearby ground was so intensely bright.

  “Ah, Alaric your all good?” asked Hurallan, clapping me on the shoulder.

  “I’m all good now,” I agreed and looked about for Marisa and Sishshik. *Marisa?* I sent out questioningly. And then winced at the immense annoyance radiating through the bond from her, she didn’t reply; however. And I blinked into shared sight to find her and Sishshik sat on some tree stumps and Marisa was talking to him. “Right,” I said to fill the void I was feeling. Is she mad at me for the Ariana thing or is she mad at me for the whole passing out, thing.

  *Latter,* came her curt answer. Shit, keep forgetting she can read my mind, so does she know what I manage to accomplish? I thought and waited for a reply. My mind measuring the bond between us, I could feel her intense interest in what I had done, as she quickly scoured over ev
erything, I had made in my delve.

  *You know I’m sor-*I began to say mentally when she cut me off.

  *This delve as you call it Al, this may even benefit me as well. Have you thought about how I might be able to form connection between the delve and you through the link of our bond?*

  “No, I haven’t,* I replied, shaking my head. “What I did though was a trial run and I’m surprised it actually worked.*

  *60-40?* Came the immediate reply, her tones clearly broaching no argument.

  *Done,* I grumbled back a reply.

  *Now off with you, I’m teaching Sishshik and you’re distracting, love.*

  *Love you to,* I sat beside Hurallan and watched the forest thin around us as the snow mounds grew thicker.

  “Perfect place for an ambush,” Ariana commented helpfully.

  “Gee, thanks,” I said dryly, getting to my feet so that I had a better view of the lead wagons. I turned back to Ariana, “did we have any more trouble with the Sti’gry?” I asked the scout.

  “Sa’teigy,” Hurallan corrected me. I blinked realising what I had said and gave him a nod. “None, like you said killed one and the rest will ran away.” She answered me and I nodded.

  Turning back to looked skyward at the mountain. “What was this mountains name again?” I asked aloud. “Dale Mountain’s and the Sar’raqs Peak,” Ariana answered me.

  I looked on thoughtfully, “are we making good time?” I asked Hurallan. The older man gave his head an itch, the movement dislodging his hood slight.

  “It’s hard to tell. But we usually get a day or so with barely any snow, then...”

  “It gets messy,” I finished for him with a nod.

  “At least your mountain’s aren’t homes to thousands of tainted bearers,” Ariana commented, at my look she explained. “In the early days of the Valakharian order, during the time of Zwericania’s fall in the Farland’s. The then royal guard of the order would gather the willing, both men, women and children alike. They would introduce large quantities of gaara into their systems either through ingestion or other means,” Aria stopped to gather her thoughts.