Secret of Mana - Always Together

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Volume 4 - Secret of Mana
Chapter 1 - Always Together [mf]


"I'm sorry..." the old man said, lowering his head. Leaving it at
that, he quickly closed and locked the gate to Potos village, forever
sealing young Randi outside.

With a heavy heart, he turned around quickly so the man would not
see the tears welling in his eyes. Potos had been his home all his
life, and to have it ripped from him so suddenly was more than he
could bear. His feet carried him lazily through the wilderness while he
pored over the curse that was the Mana Sword.

Suddenly, he came to a small bridge spanning a running brook. Until
now, he'd never been able to cross this river, what was the barrier
between the farmlands outside Potos and the mysterious, outside world.
Resigned to his fate, he crossed over without looking back, boldly
striving forth into the unknown.

He hadn't gone far when a high-pitched chittering caught his
attention. Peering into the underbrush nearby, he tried jumping back
when he saw what it concealed, but wasn't fast enough. A large, yellow
blur flew at him and landed on his arm, biting into it with fanged
teeth. He slapped it away with his other arm, drawing his sword to face
his foe. The rabite snarled at him from the ground before leaping for
another attack. Randi was quicker on the swing from his battle with the
underground monster, and managed to strike it midair before it was near
enough to do any more damage.

Immensely pleased with himself, he turned the sword over in his
hand, admiring it's faded beauty. It may have been old and rusty, but
it was still a handy piece of equipment. Playfully, he tossed it up and
tried to catch it by the hilt, but missed. It fell to the ground with a
dull thud a few feet from where he stood.

A lullabud had been lurking in the bushes also, and saw it's chance
as the boy stood distracted. Inching closer, it slowly got into range
before releasing it's cloud of pollen. Randi unknowingly looked right
into the gaping mouth of the flower, inhaling a lungful of the potent
tonic. Within seconds, he was struggling to stand as the sleep potion
took effect. Desperately he reached out for his sword, but it was too
far away for his flailing hands to reach. Near blacking out, the last
imagine he saw before darkness overtook him was the deadly lulabud
licking its lips in anticipation.

***

When he came to, he instinctively reached for his sword on the
ground, only to find himself in a wholly different place. As he became
more conscious, the blood rushed through his veins and splitting pain
rang through his skull. His hands rushed to his forehead in an attempt
to massage away the excrutiating pain, but it did not help much. Laying
there in agony, he was surprised to hear a voice call out to him.

"Better take it easy lad." the man said. "You were almost plant
food. Luckily me and my boys are on a mission to Elinee's castle, or
you'd have been done for."

Randi forced open his eyes, groggy even though he felt he'd been
asleep for days. "It hurts..." he whined most unheroically.

"That's from the sleep pollen." the soldier replied. "It'll pass.
Here, have some stew. It'll make you feel better." Looking over, past
the man, Randi could see utter blackness in all directions. It was
night already, and there were 3 more soldiers taking turns tending a
small campfire and eating from the bubbling pot atop it. One of them
passed him a bowl filled with a rather unappetizing-looking meal.

"It's rabite stew." said the chef soldier indignantly. "About the
only thing you can eat around here." Then he turned back to his own
bowl.

Although the food had an odd smell about it, Randi found himself
wolfing it down as if it were a feast of kings. Evidentally, he was
hungier than he thought. As he spooned the last juice into his eager
tummy, he suddenly remembered his manners. Turning to the man nearest
him, he uttered a quick "Thank you."

"Aye"Aye, it's no problem." the figure replied back, coming more into
focus as Randi's head cleared. "The name's Dyluck, but the way -- of
His Majesty's Pandorian Army. And what, might I ask, are you doing out
in such a dangerous place?"

Randi recounted his story to Dyluck, leaving no part untold, even
though it seemed more and more like a fairy tale as he went on. The
other soldiers listened with occasional interest.

"So you say this is the legendary Mana Sword?" Dyluck said,
reaching behind him to reveal the rusty blade. He looked over it,
squinting his eyes to see in the faint firelight. "It looks like's it
seen better days..." he muttered, not trying to be so rude as to
instantly discount the youth's story. "And what about this mantis ant
you said you fought... beneath the village?"

Randi opened his mouth to go into detail about the creature, but
was stunned into silence when the ground began to shake with an ominous
roar. Dyluck pushed his sword into Randi's hands and stood up, his men
following suit. The four soldiers immediately drew their own weapons
and scanned the blackness for anything moving, but failed. Against an
unseen foe, they milled about uselessly until a tearing sound focused
their attention on a small plot of ground not far from them. A large,
green claw rose up out of the ground, followed by a seething mass of
scales as the rest of the creature burrowed out onto the surface.

"Is this it?" Dyluck asked incredulously, barely able to take his
eyes off the creature which stood at least twice as tall as he. Randi
nodded slowly, eying the multiple slashes on the mantis' armour he'd
inflicted less than one day ago. It seemed much stronger and more
ferocious than before, however, menacingly swinging it's claws at the
soldiers as they stood on waiting for word from the commander.

"Then run, boy!" Dyluck shouted with an urgency that shocked the
lad. Without even thinking, Randi took off in the opposite direction,
fleeing as fast as he could from the sounds of battle behind him. In
the darkness, he could barely keep from tripping as he scampered away,
knowing full well the possibility of blindly running into more trouble.
He ran for miles, unwilling to stop for fear of letting his distant
pursuer gain any ground

As if a great veil had been lifted from his eyes, he finally
emerged from the forest to come upon a beautiful lake. The moonlight
reflected brilliantly on the water, illuminating the entire area with a
faint glow. Satisfied he was safe, he plopped down on the damp grass,
panting furiously to catch his breath. As he lay there, trying to plan
his next move, he suddenly became aware that his sword was glowing. So
busy had he been running, he'd never bothered to sheath it, and it was
locked in a deathgrip with his fist.

Bringing the blade before him, he was almost blinded by the sudden
shimmer. Then he could feel the waves of heat flowing off the metal.
They started to burn his face, so he moved the sword away from him. But
then the hilt began to heat up. Panicking, he stood up and heaved the
sword away from him. Too far, he thought as soon as he let go. The Mana
Sword arced through the air and landed about ten feet into the lake.
The water erupting in a small cloud of steam as it sank.

To his great surprise, the air around him started to distort and
bend. Rubbing his eyes, he confirmed it was no illusion. Out of the
wavy chaos he discerned a shape taking form, and as his vision began to
return to normal, he could clearly see what it was. A shrine had been
in the center of the water, shielded from sight by some sort of magic.
And his sword had broken it.

The ground shook again, but with a purpol mol motion that did not
frighten Randi. The waters in front of him parted as something rose up.
A bridge of land appeared from the bottom of the lake, leading directly
to the building he'd just discovered. And about ten feet from the shore
was his sword, brought back to him by the water. He stepped out onto
the bridge with trepadation, still not quite sure what was going on.
But after the sights he'd seen that day, this seemed strangely
peaceful. Picking up his sword, he crossed the lake swiftly, arriving
at a set of strong-looking stone doors that led to the strange shrine.

He pushed on them lighty, surprised to find they flew open as if
without effort. Stepping past the threshold, he could see this place
was lit as if it were daylight. Everywhere water flowed from majestic
spouts. It ran down the outer walls, and over falls that were spaced
along the edge of the shrine. The ground was covered in a few inches of
water as well, and gentle fountains bubbled streams of clear fluid from
holes in the floor.

"Welcome, Hero of Mana." A gentle voice echoed throughout the room.
Looking towards the back, he could see a pedestal encased in a beam of
light, and a woman standing before it. He approached her trustfully,
sensing nothing evil about this place. "The Water Shrine appears only
to those that have the blessing of Mana." she continued. "Do you seek
my power?"

Not knowing what to say, Randi blurted out the first thing that
came to his mind. "What is Mana?" he asked? The lady in front of him
stared thoughtfully into the watery pool before stepping off the altar
and closer to him. Now that Randi had a clear view of her, he was able
to see how absolutely stunning she was. Long, flowing green hair
surrounded her smooth, creamy face, while a golden tiara rest atop it.
She wore a dark, blue robe with white trim on the sleeves and botton,
which flowed around her seductively as the water flowed around both
their legs.

"Mana is everywhere." she finally said. "Flowing with the Water.
Raging in the Fire. Whispering in the wind. Silent in the Earth. It is
in all things, living and not. You might call it... nature."

Still quite perplexed on the whole situation, but thankful the
woman could phrase it in terms he understood, he regained his resolve.
"What must I do?" he a bol boldly.

The woman smiled in a lecherous way which suddenly unnerved him.
"Hand over your sword." she said politely, extending her hand.

Randi was torn between two choices. Hand over the sword, and risk
the possibility that this was all an elaborate illusion, giving the
blade of legend to the same evil force that was terrorizing the land?
Or trust the beautiful woman. And oh, how beautiful she was. Her deep,
blue eyes seemingly pleading with him to give in. Helpless to resist,
he felt himself unsheathing his weapon by the blade, and waving the
hilt towards the girl's outstretched hand. She grabbed hold of it, and
instantly his doubt vanished.

"Very good." she said, as if reading his mind. "You passed the test
of trust. You trusted the sword, which in turn trusts me. I, Luka, the
Guardian of Water will protect it as I have protected this Palace for
over 200 years."

The boy was shocked to learn the true age of this magical being,
but he was about to be really wowed. "First," echoed the girl. "I must
restore the power of this sword..."

Letting go of the sword, she allowed it to float in midair in front
of her while she raised her hands to the sky. Randi could barely
beleive his eyes as a blast of light ripped through the quiet chamber,
tearing Luka's clothes asunder and sending them adrift in the bubbling
water below. She was now naked. *Very* naked, and very beautiful.
Randi's pants bulged slightly at the eyeful he was getting.

She had a smallish frame concealed under the heavy robe, but her
skin was a smooth and clear as the water surrounding her. Her
apple-sized breasts stood firmly on her chest, the pert nipples already
hard and pointy from the damp air. His gaze followed down, past her
tight stomach to the beautiful vee between her legs. A small patch of
green hair grew over her almost child-like pouty slit. It looked
paper-thin, and he doubted *anything* would be able to fit inside there.

But Luka took no notice of his visual groping, and grabbed the
sword from midair. Spinning it around, she pointed it towards her
stomach, and Randi stepped forward in a cry of protest, hoping this
ritual did not require the sacrifice of such a great body. But Luka was
quicker than he was, lowering the sword until it pointed at her most
sacred spot. The boy stood th dum dumbfounded as the doors to her
womanhood opened slightly, and the Mana Sword slipped in.

"Ahh!" she cried softly, her concentration broken.

"Let me help you..." offered Randi in condolence, unsure of how he
would even begin to bring himself to push a sword up this girl's pussy.

"No..." Luka said to him, waving him off with her free hand. "I
must do this." She stepped back and grabbed the altar for support,
still inching the two-foot long blade deeper inside her. "Oh! Nnng!
Uh!" he frantic grunts resonated loudly, causing Randi to become even
more aroused. He wasn't sure if the girl was getting pleasure or pain
out of this, but it was quite a show!

Tears started flowing from Luka's eyes as she began to stall
halfway through. Her cries increased in tempo from her frustrations,
but to no avail. She could not get it any further, her dripping folds
flailed uselessly trying to swallow the impossibly large monster.

Randi had just enough of this. Stepping closer, he reached for Luka
to tell her stop this. Nothing was worth seeing her suffer any more,
not even the fate of the world. Seeing the boy about to interrupt the
sacred ritual, Luka stepped back reflexively. However, the altar was
there, and she slipped on the watery steps.

The way she was positioned, her feet fell out from under her, and
the first part to hit the ground was the next-lowest part of her body
-- the hilt of the mana sword. She realized dimly what was about to
happen, but it all happened so fast. The sword plunged all the way
inside her as she fell, with only the few inches past the handguard
remaining outside her. "Nnnngguuhoooh!" she groaned fiercely, absorbing
the impact. But it was complete. Her body began to glow softly with an
almost transparent aura. Randi could clearly see the outline of his
weapon inside her, glowing brilliant white as it had done by the lake.

"I'm... okay..." Luka panted, looking up and Randi. "It hurt, but
it's over now."

"But why?" demanded Randi, wondering what good this could possibly
do for his journey.

"You'll see." Luka replied with a smile. "Pull it out now..."
Inviting him to control this most delicate procedure, she reached
around her back and gripped the altar with both hands, then stood her
lower half up, so she ended up horizontal with her filled tunnel
pointed right at Randi. "Go ahead." she encouraged him.

Randi gripped the hilt of the Mana sword and gently applied
pressure to it. To his surprise, it began to slide out with great ease,
accompanied by a deep moan from Luka. Not one of pain, but of great
pleasure and relief. Carefully, he slipped it out all the way, the
entire surface glistening with her juices. It was still glowing, but
not as much as before, and was dimming by the second. He could see,
however, that the blade was no longer pot-marked and tarnished. It was
clean and clear as the day it was forged! Looking back to the girl, he
saw her gaping slit slowly close up again, returning to it's previous
shut form.

Luka stood up, unabashedly rubbing her sore gash in front of him.
"Your sword was restored by the power of water." she said, sounding
once again like her old, oracle-self. "*My* water..." she continued
seductively, running a hand over his chest.

"But how did you..." stammered the boy, still perplexed as to how
she could accomplish such a feat with no apparent damto hto her
stunning body.

"Shh..." she interrupted him, placing a finger on his lips. "Just
accept it. And accept, me..." Embracing him lovingly, she met his lips
with her own, and they kissed wetly. Randi was no rocket scientist by
far, and this was the breaking point for him.

"Hell," he thought. "I'm going to enjoy this." He ran his hands
up and down Luka's bare back, the feeling of her smooth skin as
pleasurable as their passionate liplock.

Slowly sitting down on the stone carrack behind her, the girl took
Randi down to the ground with her without breaking their bond. The
water emerging from the top of the altar flowed down the stones, and
washed over Luka's petite behind, causing her to moan softly from its
coolness. Randi broke off and stared at this wondrous sight before
him... a naked, sexy woman in his arms willing to go all the way. It
seemed almost too good to be true.

Looking at him lovingly, Luka took her hands from around Randi's
neck and brought them to her chest. Taking each of her creamy breasts
in a hand, she raised them up, closer to his mouth like an offering.
The boy got the hint, and quickly took one in his mouth while he
reached over to massage the other one with a free hand. Her damp skin
was slippery in his mouth, and her nipple brushed all over his dancing
tongue, accompanied by occasional sighs from Luka's pursed lips.

Randi switched to the other mound, giving it the same loving
attention he did to it to it's partner. But Luka had been in heat since
the sword had first penetrated her, and the stimulation of her breasts,
while nice, was merely a tease for the main event. "Randi..." she
whispered in his ear. He let the saliva-coated boob fall out of his
mouth, for the first time realizing he'd never told her his name. But
she knew.

"Randi... I need you to make love to me." she cooed.

"Who am I to argue with the Legend?" Randi replied, returning the
lustful gaze. Luka smiled and closed her eyes. Her naked form shimmered
briefly, and before Randi understood what was happening, he was as
naked as she, pressed against her body. His dick rested against her
cool stomach, and grew instantly to it's maximum size from the
unexpected touch.

Luka knew Randi was still young, and had never experienced sex yet,
so she would have to teach him. With a hand straight and true, and
grabbed his rock-hard shaft and without a word, placed it at her wet
folds. Her slit was tiny like when he first saw her and his cock simply
bounced off her as he instinctively tried to enter her. She giggled
softly, not in a mocking but gentle way.

"Just take it easy..." she assured him, still clutching his tool in
her warm hand. Then with a low moan, she pulled him slowly inside her,
feeling her passage open up again to accept another invader.

"Ohhh..." Randi groaned as he felt her smooth, puffy lips wrap
around his meaty pole. "You're so... good..." he stammered, scrambling
for words to describe this wonderful experience.

"Mmmm..." Luka sighed, pleased at how much better this boy felt
than a cold piece of metal. "Thank you." she replied, happy he was
enjoying something as simple as her body.

Sensing Randi was far too lost in his own sensations to know what
to do, she resigned herself to teach him everything. "Okay," she
started. "First, get all the way in me." With that, she slowly thrust
her hips into his, causing the hard shaft in her to slide all way way
through to the hilt. Randi shut his eyes tightly, almost wincing from
the pleasure welling up in him.

"Now," she continued. "Just slide out a bit. Not all the way out,
though." To demonstrate, she let her butt splash back into the water
flowing from the altar, allowing him to slide out about halfway. "And
then just keep doing that..." she started to say, but could only moan
in response as Randi surprised her with a quick stab to her innards. As
if wakened from a deep trance, the boy started bombarding her tender
slit with long, repeated thrusts.

Luka's face flushed a rosy pink at the surprise, unconsciously
displaying her approval for Randi's sudden charge. For the first time
at a loss for what to do, she wrapped her arms around his back and held
on for dear life as he pummeled away.

Even in the damp, cool temple, the heat between their intertwined
bodies was building up. Sweat pooled on Luka's chest and her breasts
glistened in the blue ambience as bou bounced each time Randi's penis
found it's mark.

Meanwhile, Randi was heating up too, only at the opposite end of
his body. His frantic pistoning would have been too much for most
women's sensitive privates, but Luka was the guardian of *water* after
all, and her tight pussy was dripping more than enough to ease any
discomfort. Her wet channel made soft splashing noises as he entered,
in tune with her audiable sighs.

She was not moaning openly, so to speak. It was more like purring,
her pursed lips emitting pleasing sounds as she was fucked. She would
have liked for this to last forever, for it had been eons since she'd
last been able to indulge in the pleasures of the flesh. Unfortunately,
the lack of such release was quickly overwhelming her much as Randi's
immature buckling was doing for him.

Grunting and heaving, the boy knew something was going to happen.
The surprise felt just as good as the warm channel massaging his penis.
"Oh, Luka!" he cried out as the pleasure swept over him.

"That's... it..." Luka panted. "Put it in me!" She lifted her
shapely legs up and wrapped them around his backside, holding him deep
inside her as she felt the first squirts blast her pussy. It was all
she needed, and her face blushed bright red as she started coming as
well, flooding her canal with nectar. Her juices literally poured out
of her, washing Randi's seed away with it.

When at last he stopped shooting into her, he collapsed into her
bosom, contentedly inhaling her scent as he felt her vagina's last
throbbings coat his shaft in wet girl-come. Her legs finally released
their death grip and dropped limply back into the water, while she ran
her hands down his naked back and through his hair.

"Oh..." she moaned. "Thank you, that was so wonderful!" She look
deep breaths, lif Ran Randi's head along with her breasts. The boy
realized it was over, and got up on his knees, using the carrock Luka
was lying against to lift himself up. They both smiled at each other,
looking deeply into each others eyes in the last moment of their union.
Regretfully, Randi slowly slid his deflating member out of Luka's
hairless labia, still dripping from it's ordeal.

Her pussy stayed like that for a few seconds, engorged to the size
of Randi's cock. Then as he watched, it slowly closed again into it's
natural state, albeit more red, wet and puffy than usual. A low
rumbling suddenly shook the temple for a few seconds, and Randi glanced
around in confusion.

"I have to go now..." Luka apologized. "And so do you." She stood
up groggily, barely able to stand after coming so hard. Randi followed
suit, grabbing his floating clothes and quickly dressing. Luka stood
still, not at all abashed about her open nakedness. "But I want to give
you something to remember me by." She giggled at the remark. "Well,
besides the sex."

Taking his cheeks in her hands, she passionately kissed her lover
while he responded in kind. Their mouthes danced together for a few
seconds before they both realized it was time to go. "Hurry..." Luka
warned, feeling a pang of remorse at leaving him.

Randi grabbed the Mana Sword from the waters swirling around his
feet, then look one last look at his first love. Turning around, he
swiftly exited the temple moments before the doors slammed shut behind
him. He didn't look back, wanting his last memories of the Guardian to
be of her shimmering, naked body.

As he made his was across the land bridge, he could feel he
eyesight getting hazy again as the temple's cloaking magic took effect
again. Stumbling, he barely made it to shore in time to see the last
wisps of the stone walls fade away into the night sky.

Ging ing at the sword in his hand, he could see Luka's magical
enchantment at work. It was coated in a sheen of magic liquid now,
which trailed behind the sword as he playfully acred it across the air.

"And I thought you were only bad luck!" he chuckled to the weapon.
"If what you have in store for me is anything like what just happened,
I think I'm in for a real treat!"


7/25/02 - VGSS
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