So this chapter has some sexual stuff in it, but just to let you know, this is a martial arts story so there wont be much other sex stuff. However it will have it, so just ignore it if you don't like and read the other parts of it. The sex is only a little bit of the story
WARNING: Mature
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Now that I broke the crystal it has teleported me to a large room with stone walls and no objects or furniture of any kind. The only thing around is the magic circle I am standing on and a door on one side of the room.
To quench my curiosity I go to the door and slowly open it to peek out. After making checking both directions of the hallway I step out of the room and walk in one direction. The hallway is quiet and an eriee silence fills my surrounding, except for the sounds of my footsteps.
The sounds of my footsteps seem to reverberate off of the walls while walking down the corridor. On the walls are various large paintings of people. That makes my body freeze as I look at the people the paintings depict.
Red/black hair, red eyes, and two DNA-look-a-like strands on either side of the neck going up to the back of their ears.
They look exactly like me, except more rugged and scarred. Scarred is strange since I have yet to find anything that can cut my skin back home. Other than the small puncture wounds of the military looking people who shot me.
Shaking off the strange vibe and people from the paintings I continue down the corridor until I see a door. Finally! Another door. As silent as I can I slowly open it and step inside. The interior is a bedroom with a couple of couches seated across from the largest bed ever. So are the nightstands next to it. The bed is black and pink in color and has a canopy with cloth that looks like what the rich would buy.
Before I get to look any longer, a blade appears in front of my neck and the light flickers for an instant before I feel pressure on my back. With my arm twisted I can’t see who it is but it doesn’t take long to figure out since he whispers to me.
“Who are you intruder and what are you here for and why should I not snap you neck like a twig immediately?”
Shit this is some ninja stuff, I didn’t even notice him when I walked in. That isn’t the weirdest thing either. The ninja guy
isn’t even speaking English. It’s the same language Gramps taught me: Draastifarian. I might as well spill the beans on why I’m here. If I piss off this guy who knows how many others there are in this building. Even though I am confident in my morphing combat abilities, I’d rather not test it out. Who knows, those paintings of people who looked like me had scars, so this guy might be able to inflict more damage than normal.
Best not to underestimate opponents.
“Uhh sorry mister, my name is Jared Bane and my grandfather told me to break a crystal, so I did and ended up here. Also I would like to keep my neck the way it is please.”
“Jared Bane?” For some reason he drops the dagger and mutters my name in disbelief.
I take the risk and turn to look at him. He starts inspecting me more, looking at my hair then my eyes and finally notices my red body strands. Now he looks like he’s going to piss his pants in fright. You’d think he saw a ghost or something.
“Yeah that’s me what’s wrong?”
“P-p-please forgive me I had no idea, I didn’t mean to attack you, and I should be executed for my ignorance!”
The ninja guy then scurries over to his dagger, picks it up and almost plunges it into his heart before I stop him.
“What the hell are you doing? What’s going on?! Don’t kill yourself!” This is ludicrous. One moment hes about to make me a human pincushion and the next he wants to shank himself.
“A-as you wish sir. We must tell the elders about your arrival, they will be ecstatic to see you! Please come with me.” He bows then starts walking away leaving me flabbergasted.
Apparently we made too much noise because someone on the bed starts stirring and sits up half-asleep. Woah she is gorgeous. Black long hair down to past her shoulders, and blue eyes. Also she has almost no clothes on so I can see her perfectly shaped body and ample breasts. If I had one word to describe her it would be ‘goddess’.
She finally fully wakes up and is shocked to see me standing next to Mr. Ninja, who is still bowing except at the door now.
This time I hear Mr. Ninja’s voice.
“Lady Melody, sorry to wake you, this is our new Clan Head, Jared Bane who has returned to the clan. It is a special occasion and we are heading to the elders to bring the good news. Would the Lady be willing to join us?” He uses the same humble tone when speaking to me, so she must be pretty important. Wait, clan?
She turns to look at ninja guy then to me with a weird expression. Hmmm, some of my books said that it is lust. Yep, definitely lust. Since I haven’t been near a woman my whole life I don’t really know how to react to that so I just try and put on my best smile.
“Yes, I will join you soon sir just let me get dressed please. Drake can you send some servants to help me pick through my wardrobe to find a good dress?”
Apparently Mr. Ninja’s name is Drake. I look back at him to and he still has a ninja mask on but I can tell he is salivating over her body as much as I am.
“As you wish, I will send them right away. Please follow me Clan Head.” One last look at Melody and we exit the bedroom.
After walking back and passing the door I first exited from, we take a couple turns and Drake asks me to wait here while he tells the servants to go and help Melody out. Now that he’s returned I follow him to a room with a huge double-door entrance.
“Please enter, sir.” He opens the door and bows again, which is really odd considering I don’t feel that important.
Calling it a room is an injustice. It’s more like an auditorium with pillars on both sides. In the middle is a table that reminds me of the Knights of the Round Table. Except for the fact that they are all old looking men and that there are at least a hundred other guys in a ninja get-up lined along the wall. And a heated debate seems to be going on.
“-I’m telling you Knife, we need to gut those human bastards, cut off their head and mount it like an animal! Those assholes think they are the true powerhouse here. Bullshit!” Oh that’s one sailor mouth geezer right there.
“Vindel, I understand your hatred for them but we are too few and they have a whole kingdom! The whole point of staying off the map and surviving is to stay off the fucking map! Go find a book to read or better yet take a shower. You smell like a beggar/slut hybrid from the red light district!”
Okay, never mind. Maybe all these guys are really blunt with their words. Gramps obviously taught me not to shout curses to others, even though I may be lacking in the social aspect; pretty much everyone knows not to let loose the f-bomb in
the middle of a meeting. The last part of the paragraph was pretty accurate though. I can smell him from the entrance.
Speaking of entrances, time to make mine, I guess.
“Uhhh, excuse me, apparently I’m a clan head or something like that? I don’t really feel special thooough.”
All eyes turn towards me and I feel like a mouse in front of a viper. Maybe I should take my coat and shirt off so they can see my DNA-strands. Taking off my coat in front of a bunch of geezers and ninja’s feel weird but I do it anyways. When did I become an exhibitionist?
Everyone gasps when they see me. Okay come on and say something guys this is embarrassing. What’s even worse is the old dudes or ‘elders’ are starting to cry.
Then they all stand up out of their chairs and in kneel on one knee in sync. So do all of the ninja’s. then they shout:
“WE GREET THE CLAN HEAD!”
Good god that was loud. I just scratch my head because I have no idea what to do…
“Ah its ok guys you can stand up.” Awkward…
“Clan Head please come over here, we have a throne where each Head sat. It has been over 100 years since it has been occupied.” He points over to a pretty majestic looking throne placed at one side of the table.
He wasn’t lying saying it’s been a long time. There is dust on the chair. Are maids not allowed to touch it because it’s sacred or something? Dust doesn’t really matter because I don’t care about getting dirty, but these little things irk me. OCD is the closest thing to it I guess. During the awkward silence I brush of the dust. I probably look like wimpy doing this.
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Taking my seat I finally get a good look around the auditorium-let’s call it throne room from now on-and it was bigger than I thought. There are small areas where the wall is extended and has a few tables and chairs. Maybe for a small party?
First thing I need to do is get my bearings on what is happening. Draastifar’s history was always with its small skirmishes and maybe an occasional war, but when Gramps was teaching me he never mentioned the clan or hiding from humans.
And the part about how they said ‘humans’. I guessed that I was the only one that wasn’t human in here because of the obvious appearance difference. But it seems like these people who look like human’s aren’t
“Can someone give me a background on the clan and why we are against humans and why all of you look human but say otherwise?”
Knife the seemingly more mature elder despite his name explains.
“This has to do with the history of humans evolving into 2 branches several hundred years ago. It was over a period time that mana and ki was discovered. Some people could use mana while others could use ki, and one cannot have both.
Mana was more popular because it was easier to learn and less physically demanding. Thus magi were rising in power, and also warriors started to learn how to control it. Warriors could control the mana in their bodies for a short period of time. Like a burst of strength in the arms, or toughening the skin for a few seconds.
However, warrior’s versions of increasing strength is crude compared to ki. When a person trains with ki it is not temporary. Your muscles break down then reform over and over again. Making them more powerful each time. This gave practitioners strength beyond what a warrior could reach.
The bloodline of the people who could use ki were hailed as the best fighters. Even though they were the best, they did not flaunt it and try to terrorize or start wars. Each just wanted to train and meditate without interfering in politics and power struggles.
This didn’t calm the king at the time. He was paranoid and thought for sure the martial artists were gathering forces and waiting for the right moment to invade. But he knew his kingdom of mages and warriors couldn’t do this on their own. So he bribed other races to join in on the war. Furthermore the fact that ki users can live as long as elves or even longer because of infusing our ki, made him see us as an even larger threat.
The dwarves of the west were promised a sizable amount of mines in the human kingdom.
The beast tribe of the east were promised a percentage of shares from livestock trading and farming.
The demon race of the south were promised weapons and armor.
Unfortunately for them, the woodland race (Elves and such) decided against joining the alliance, saying they would rather remain in their ancestor’s forest biome.
The human kingdom’s territory was split in two. The north part of it was mostly inhabited by ki users. The south by the magi/warriors. The Alliance gathered and marched onwards towards the martial artist territory.
It was a bloody war that ended up with the martial artists being overrun by the alliance and forced to extinction. At least that is what everyone thought. The last surviving clan, the Bane Clan, retreated and moved to the elven woods. Humans would never dare enter the elven territory due to the home ground advantage of seemingly endless woods and traps.
The only reason why we survived through the woods is the martial arts we practice. We rely on speed and perception, rather than those big hulking warriors from the human kingdom. Elf traps are child’s play. When our human race betrayed us in that war we no longer considered ourselves human.
Also the one that gave our lives for us-the previous leader-who has the morph ability made it to where the clan could keep running. We 10 elders have been taking care of the clan until the next head shows up.”
Wow they have really been holding out for a long time. Except they are all going to be looking to me for help on managing
this organization. I guess I can ask for help from the elders though. They surely don’t expect me to know everything.
“Elders I am new at this so what do you think would be a good idea to start doing? I’m sorry for my incompetence.”
“No no, it’s perfectly fine sir we understand it’s your first day and this is big news. Let’s rest for today and tomorrow we can work on your training! Vandel will be your teacher for the most part. He also helped train your father.” [Knife]
My father? I guess I can’t see him huh? My mother isn’t here either. Maybe the same thing happened to her.
“Ah okay thanks, I guess I’ll get going…Uh I don’t know where to go…”
“Drake, show to the Head to his living quarters!” [Knife]
“Right this way sir”
Following Drake we go through some hallways and enter my room. And it’s amazing! It is at least 4 times as big as
Melody’s room. In perspective you could fit 5 of my cabins in here. There is a living room with furniture that is even more expensive looking than Melody’s bedroom. Not to mention my bathroom that has a bathtub engraved and lined with silver and gold. Furthermore my bed is waaaay too big for me to ever use it all. Drake’s voice brings me back to reality.
“Sir if you ever need anything just clap your hands twice and one of my brethren will be at your service immediately.” He points to his outfit, meaning his ninja buddies.
“Sure, thanks for showing me here.”
“No need for thanks, it is my honor to be of service!” After that he disappears from sight as if he faded into nothing. That’s awesome I wonder if I get to learn that hehehe.
Well, time to go to sleep so I’m ready to train in the morning. I wonder why I never saw melody. She said she would meet up with me…
-----2 hours later------
[Author note: Due to comments I put this adult scene as a spoiler. So if this still isn't enough to satisfy your distaste in this, then you can just go to the next chapter and 'erase' this from your memory]
[ALSO, the reason they are about to get it on, will be explained in the chapters later on! This isn't some random sex scene!]
Spoiler :
*creeeeaaaak*
The sound of the door opening wakes me up. Sitting up quickly to see who it is, there is a shadow moving slowly towards me.
“Umm hello who’s there?”
I try doing the clapping thing to get one of the ninja’s attention but nothing happens.
“Don’t worry Jared, Didn’t I tell you I would see you later?” Oh shit its Melody!
Before I can open my mouth to reply, she jumps on the bed in only underwear on top of me. My head freezes up but thankfully my other one takes over. It seems like I can’t hold back and I grab her breasts and start teasing them.
“Ahnn, it seems like you need to let out some steam. Go ahead an-“
I immediately reach up and pull her into a deep kiss, then move her body under me so she’s laying on her back. Without rush I pull her panties off while kissing her again breathlessly. Taking off my clothes too, I line up myself with her wet core and impale her quick, not caring if she is a virgin or not.
Propelling in and out of her tight hot cunt while gripping her huge breasts, she her sheath starts to tighten up and finally releases her juices. I’m still not ready to give in yet so I go even faster with overflowing desire.
“Oh fuck yes Jared, go fas-“
Taking that as my cue I drive even faster and grunting in wild sex while she has another orgasm. Feeling mine about to climax I put it in as far as it can and let it all out while she is whimpering. Both of us have light sweat while I take it out and lay next to her.
"God we need to do this again.” [Melody]
“I’m still not done.”
Needless to say we went on for a while after that…