Chapter 66: The Costs Of The Blade
Fresh bite marks could be seen on his forearms.
Holes had been dug deep into his skin because of the fangs on the wolf statue.
But at last, Michael obtained the sword, and in spite of all the costs, he could now finally hold it in the palms of his hands.
As soon as he held it in his hands, he felt like he held an enormous amount of power. Something he didn't quite know how to comprehend just yet.
It was all well that he acquired that blade, but there was only one small problem…
The two of them, Michael and Maleva, were still down here in the under shrine.
They still had to make it out of there without being seen by Marsha's surviving followers, who were still patrolling the shrine under the shrine, searching for a certain something.
"This sword. This has to be what they are after," Michael uttered as the two hunters were slowly traversing the various ancient chambers of the under shrine. Careful. Wary.
"Can you stop thinking about that darn sword for one moment—one moment, please?" Maleva had had enough of this.
"But think about it, Mal. This has to be what they were looking for."
"Sure."
"I wonder what this sword can do…"
The hunter was sure about to find out soon enough…
Something he had not realized was the fact that he had the tip of the sword pointed at her girlfriend. Not in any form of threatening or menacing way, but the tip of it would be pointed at her as she would be looking at it from all sides.
"Quit pointing that thing at me."
"I'm simply inspecting it—"
Huh! This thing is a lot heavier than I thought it was going to be, Michael was suddenly interrupted by his thoughts as he continued inspecting the sword.
During the inspection, he would slowly move it up and down.
Up and down…
Up and down…
"Hey, what are you doing to my tits? Quit playing with them so much. It's not the appropriate time, you know?" Maleva reminded him as she felt her large breasts being grabbed and played with. She did not look down at her own chest, but she could definitely feel that her boobs were being moved up and down in a continuous motion. She truly thought it was him, but that couldn't be farther from the truth, since Michael held the treasured sword with both of his hands.
"I'm not doing anything," he pointed out to her.
"Quit joking around. I'm not kidding," she wouldn't believe him.
"I am not messing with you, Mal. I'm not grabbing your breasts. I swear."
He certainly wished he was, but something even more unique was going on in that particular corridor of the under shrine.
"Then… In that case… Who's playing with my tits and constantly making them bounce in the air?" Maleva asked herself, more confused than ever.
…
"Mal. No one is," her boyfriend confirmed to her.
"What are you talking about?"
…
A split-second later, Maleva finally looked down at her chest and saw that what her mate had told her was true. Technically, no one was touching and playing with her tits. They would move all by themselves.
"H—how are they moving by themselves?"
Then…
It all clicked together. Not only for Maleva, but for both of them at the exact same time. No one was moving them with their hands. They look like they moved all by themselves, but that was not exactly the case either. There was something bigger at play. Finally, after being confused for so long, Maleva switched her gaze to what her boyfriend held. The blade he withheld was pointed right at her, and every time he'd move it up, her breasts would go up as well. Every time he'd move the blade down, her tits would follow and go down too. Everything finally made sense to her.
"You were telling me the truth. It's not you that's doing that. Not really. It's that—sword!" it all came out in the open now.
"I believe you're right, but how can a sword do that kind of thing? I've never seen anything quite like this," he replied to her.
"I guess that's why it was hidden down here," she mentioned.
"And that's what they were looking for. We must keep that weapon away from them at all costs," Michael elevated his tone a little, becoming excited that they accidentally found this blade before they did.
"Otherwise, they'll have an item that can make boobs move," she sternly mentioned.
"And we don't want that. It has to be mine, right?"
"You're such a pervert," Maleva called him, blushing as she did because as her girlfriend, she didn't mind the fact that he was like that. She accepted it, and she even secretly adored it.
"Look at that!" Michael pointed out to her as he doubled down on the fact that he could remotely swing her big tits up and down and left and right by moving the weapon.
"Ahn!" this quickly resulted in Maleva blushing even more than before. She even moaned a bit as her breasts went much higher this time around.
"Do you like it, honey?" Michael asked her, twisting the hilt of the sword—
"Ahn!"
Her nipples were twisted a bit because of that!
"I do! But we shouldn't be doing this. We should move on and escape the shrine. Mhm…" she squealed and moaned much more as he wouldn't stop remotely teasing and playing with her.
"This can wait. Right?"
"I wish—we could, but we have to go. Oh, God. I'm so wet. Michael. My nipples are all thick and hard because of you and my pussy is dripping wet now!" she erotically declared to him as her back firmly hit one of the walls of the under shrine. Resting against it as she had more and more trouble standing up because of the beautiful and erotic things he did to her.
…
To them, everything was fine and fun for the most part, until—
"There they are! We found them! And they have the blade!" all of a sudden, one of Marsha's followers intruded into the room where they were in the under shrine and disrupted them.
"Oh, no, that's bad," Michael uttered to himself.
"It is," Maleva agreed.