《Challenge System》


 Prologue

    After exhausting the latest and greatest porn apps, I found an app unlike any other. My endless scrolling stopped at the thumbnail with the shadowy outlines of hot fantasy girls, monsters, and even aliens. Had my search finally ended, or would I be disappointed again? I clicked on the app and waited for my slow-ass internet to download the massive 15G file, only for it to download instantly and install.


    A chill ran up my spine. There was no way my old internet could handle something like that. It took nearly half an hour to download 1G. Even as the file was uploaded, I raced against time to stop the installation and even tried turning my phone off and back on to stop it.


    No luck, the app appeared and opened on its own.


    "Are you bored and want a chance to try something exciting? Has the mundane world betrayed your dreams? Or do you just want to take a chance and roll the dice?"


    I tried to minimize the screen, but my phone wouldn''t listen to me.


    "Don''t be afraid with me; all your dreams can come true. I will bestow upon you all the challenges and power you can handle. All you have to do is complete a few missions for me." Another message read.


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    Challenge 1 Time Limit 1 Hour


    Complete 100 Push-Ups


    Reward: 1 Red Pill: Red pills increase physical strength and blood flow. Take enough, and your strength could rival the incredible Hulk.


    Complete 100 Squats


    Reward: 1 Blue Pill: Blue pills increase speed and lung capacity. Take enough, and your speed could rival the Flash.


    Complete 1KM Run


    Reward: 1 Green Pill: Green pills increase cellular regeneration and life span. Take enough, and your body will heal like Majin Buu.


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    "What does this have to do with having sex with pretty girls?" I asked.


    "No one wants to have sex with a loser. Only by completing challenges and fighting powerful opponents will you be worthy of mating." The Message said.The author''s tale has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon.


    "Why should I care what you have to say about that?" I asked.


    "Tick-tock your time is ticking away." The Message said.


    I didn''t know if I believed the system or if this was just one of those weird workout apps. But if this was legit and I could get superhuman power-giving drugs, I wanted to try it.


    I did my pushup and squats before running my ass off outside in the mosquito-infested south in an old pair of gym shorts and barefoot. The soles of my feet had peeled off, my heart pounded into my throat, and I was on the verge of an asthma attack. My damn childhood weaknesses were getting the better of me. My phone buzzed, and I didn''t know if that was a good thing or if I had just failed.


    All the gnats and a horsefly an inch long revealed themselves and inched closer towards the light from my bright screen. I tried to flick the massive black fly off, but the damn thing only buzzed louder than a helicopter before buzzing back to me. Three checkmarks appeared beside my challenge when my blinded eyes fell into focus. Then, a little cheerleader appeared, jumping up and down with massive titties. Next to the cheerleader was an option to double my pills by listening to a 30s ad.


    I thought nothing of it and hit accept, and an ad played for an alien dystopian world with giant people eating sexing aliens. With no other choice but to watch or turn my phone away, I saw the aliens gulp down human bystanders. It was like attack on titan but with massive bulletproof titties. The ad finally ended, asking if I wanted to open the door to the gluttony gate. I exited the app, and a bag formed out of data before falling in my hand.


    "You have completed your first challenge. I''m impressed not every fat out of shape American could do what you did. Now eat your pills and feel what true power is all about." Message said.


    I turned up the bag and swallowed all six pills at once.


    "Be sure to take one at a time." Message said as the mass of pills went down. "Never mind, you will be fine. Be wary your next challenge could come at any time. Some are more difficult than others though all are based on your current world. Why don''t you explore the dimensional transportation tab?" Message said.


    I followed the tutorial as I felt a sudden rumble in my stomach. "Message what happens when you take too many pills at once," I asked.


    "You explode," Message said. I pushed my fingers down my throat to force myself to vomit.


    Another ding made me lift my phone. "Just kidding, you will have stomach cramps, muscle pain, and a terrible headache. It will pass." Message said.


    I started the slow walk back home while opening the dimensional transportation tab. So far, I had Earth and Xion Prehistoric. "What happens when I click on the other world?" I asked.


    "You will be transported across space, time, and dimensional barriers to your destination. You must complete 3 challenges to use the dimensional transportation function again. Once the initial challenges have been completed, transportation can be activated at no cost and timelines saved."


    After an hour of trudging back, I made it back home and stumbled into bed. My head was killing me, and blood seeped out from my nose. The entire time I laid in bed, my muscles felt like they were filled with rocks constantly grinding against each other. Every joint felt like I hit them on a coffee table, and my lungs felt like someone sat atop them. I couldn''t get a wink of sleep, and the pain didn''t die down until morning.


    When the pain finally subsided, I fell asleep and didn''t wake up until the next day. My phone had several missed calls from work, but I felt refreshed. After eating a hearty breakfast, I sat down at my table and checked the charge on my phone. Since downloading the app, my charge hadn''t gone down.


    A buzz alerted me. "You will be transported to the next world soon. Prepare to leave within the hour." My eyes widened, and I put on some clothes and stuffed some old jerky in my pants. Apparently, I was stronger and faster, but I didn''t know by how much, and the system was already transporting me to another world.


    "What gives why are you transporting me?" I asked.


    "Baby birds only fly when they''re pushed. This is my push now fly or fall." Message said.

 CH1 Island of Futa Elves and Kaiju Human Sacrifice

    Waves rose and crashed down, tossing out old limbs and empty shells in their wake. The warm waves of an unknown ocean crashed against my feet as I laid on the beach staring at an unfamiliar sky. Twin moons, one split open and spewing molten rock and the other hovering close enough to swallow a good portion of the sky, floated overhead. Some visible stars twinkled in the distance beyond the moon, forming alien constellations. A warm sandy breeze rolled in, and slowly I pushed myself up.


    Prehistory meant before a writing system was invented. So that didn''t necessarily mean dinosaurs, but it was possible.


    I rolled over on my stomach and forced myself up into a handstand before pushing myself into a backflip and landing on my feet. My muscles felt more alive than they had ever been, and I was ready to some shit up.


    That''s when I froze and turned my head to see a chocolate-skinned elf with the largest rack I''ve ever seen rubbing the foreskin on her dick. Then, just when I thought I had seen everything, she cupped her balls and spread open the hungry red interior of her cunny.Reading on this site? This novel is published elsewhere. Support the author by seeking out the original.


    I held up my phone and took a picture. "Would you like to post your photo online for style points?" Message said.


    "Go ahead," I said and slipped my phone into my pocket.


    "In three hours, the first challenge will update." Message said.


    I approached the sexy dark-skinned elf as she rubbed herself.


    "Will she be able to understand me?" I asked.


    "No, that feature costs 10 stylish points per world; you currently have 3SP (Stylish Points). Over time as other users view your favorite photos, your stylish points may increase. Take many photos, and you will have plenty of stylish points." Message said.


    "Whatever, I guess it''s the language of love after all," I said with false confidence. Her dick was bigger than mine, and she didn''t back away as I approached. So either she was supremely confident in her abilities or hornier than I thought. Then, of course, there is the real question. Was it gay to suck a futa girl''s cock? The answer was, yea, a little, but I was a degenerate anyway.


    She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out, and I took another picture before I grabbed her dick. Her foreskin felt soft and delicate compared to my own cut dick. I reached around her to put her dick and face into the shot before snapping another picture.


    Now the question was should I go down on her or shove my dick in her mouth and ignore that she has a penis. Her sexy black lips seemed to be beckoning, and she couldn''t keep her saliva dripping tongue in her mouth. This little chocolate elf girl was something else.

 CH2: Going Down

    Hours from sunrise on an alien world with a chocolate futa elf''s dick in my hand, I decided. What''s the point of being with a Futa if I don''t use all of her accessories? With that in mind, I pressed my lips against her feminine dick.


    The elf girl moaned and whispered something in her musical voice. I snapped a picture of her catching the moon in the background with her half-lidded gaze.


    "Threshold reached. Do you want to make a purchase?" Message asked.


    "Yes, go ahead," I said.


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    System Function Unlocked: Translator


    Xion Islander Elves Language selected


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    I pushed the elf''s soft foreskin down, revealing the delicate swollen mushroom. "I''m glad I''m not dying alone. But time is running out; if you don''t get to sucking soon, I won''t have a chance to do you before the God comes." She said.


    I froze and pulled my mouth off the head of her meat stick with a pop. "Come again," I asked.


    "Darling, I haven''t cum the first time; that was just pre." The elf said, then she blinked. "It''s a miracle you can understand me. Oh, I''m so happy. Maybe when the sea God comes to kill us, we can say each other''s names as we die. That would be so romantic. My name is Elorael of the palm singing clan." Elorael said.If you stumble upon this tale on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it.


    Suddenly she spurted out of control, gushing up like a geyser she spilled all over my face and into my mouth. Elorael was salt and sweet with the consistency of putting. If I closed my eyes and used some imagination, I could convince myself it was warm sea salt ice cream. She collected some off my face and stuffed it in her mouth.


    "I''m sorry everyone says I''m a quick shooter, and when I imagined someone with me in the end, I couldn''t hold back anymore. So don''t worry, I know I can last longer now. Oh, by the way, darling, what''s your name?" Elorael said.


    "Red, what did you mean by sacrifice to a God?"  I asked.


    "We are in prehistoric times, sacrifices to massive creatures worshipped as deities is normal. If you don''t want to die, then I suggest you ditch this bimbo and get off the beach. Good luck fighting an elf-eating sea monster with your current fighting experience." Message said.


    "These sure are some fancy clothes. Do you come from off the island?" Elorael said.


    "You could say that. Why don''t you come with me and forget about being sacrificed?" I said.


    "That''s not possible. I have a little sister, and the gods proclaimed that only so many people can live on this island. So if I don''t die, then my little sister won''t live. My parents couldn''t be the sacrifices because they needed to protect my little sister and none of my cousins volunteered. But don''t worry, they say death by the water god is gentle." Elorael said.


    That was unacceptable. "Well, then why not leave the island with me?" I asked.


    "If we run away and the God doesn''t get his sacrifice, then my family will pay for it. It''s all my fault, I''m the one who always wanted a sister, and my mother said I was overeating. But, darling, you don''t have to stay. I know death is scary. You only just got here."


    In the distance, a massive creature trudged through the sea, growing large as it approached until it towered over the island. All I had on me was a combat knife. The monster was large and covered in armored scales; my little knife had no chance of killing it. Even if I managed to stab it in the eye by some miracle, it wouldn''t pierce deep enough to do more than piss it off. The closer the monster came, the larger and more reptilian it appeared. Multiple sets of eyes on the creature''s head moved autonomously to stare down at us.


    "Darling, this is it; hug me if you want to stay or run now if you want to live. I won''t blame you; we just met." Elorael said.

 CH3: Going Down The Hatch

    My heart hammered in my chest as if it wanted to leap out of me and escape my decision. Elorael was shaking. This wasn''t what she wanted, but the consequences for living were too much for her to bear. I had my whole life ahead of me and an avenue to get real power, so why did I wrap my arms around her? Why did I hold her tight even though I knew this was it?


    "Don''t move; it will only make it worse on us if we struggle," Elorael said.


    The kaiju didn''t wait long. It opened its massive maw revealing rows of white teeth and a massive sticky tongue. It was a monster through and through. When its tongue shot out at us, I was sure we would die on impact. Instead, when it tagged us, we sank into its gooey flesh, and I knew then what a fly trapped in amber must feel like. The tongue continued forward before quickly reeling us in. Powerful crushing jaws clamped down even as the beast''s throat opened wide and sucked us down. Neither Elorael nor I moved while we were dragged into its squeezing, suffocating gullet.


    We pushed against the harry flesh of the monster''s other victims as they struggled and spasmed in their death throws. The smell alone was enough to make me sick. Only Elorael didn''t seem so troubled; she fiddled with my belt even as the fleshy walls of the monster''s stomach squeezed against us. Then, finally, all the air was expelled from the creature''s gullet in a great rush. It wouldn''t be long before we suffocated, too.


    I could see us becoming just like the spasming creatures in the monster''s guts. As it fed, fresh air rushed into its gullet only to be expelled later, leaving us in a state of suffocation. However, even with the gases being expelled, the monster had enough breathable air to make suffocation slow.


    Even my enhanced lung capacity wouldn''t do much to help. But, of course, I didn''t get swallowed without a plan. So even if the plan had only a small chance of success, it might work. But unfortunately, this plan had many downsides.You might be reading a stolen copy. Visit Royal Road for the authentic version.


    I pulled my knife free and stabbed it into the monster''s stomach lining as the organ contracted. The stomach spasmed, and I cut down with all my might. Blood poured into the stomach, and I wrenched and knife free and stabbed again. As hot blood flooded the stomach, I realized there was a real chance of us drowning in this thing''s blood. I grabbed ahold of a patch of flesh and began cutting deeper. Blood continued to pour in as I cut and slashed. All the while, Elorael held on to me by the waist.


    Even as the stomach flipped trying to force its contents out, I knew there was only one way to survive, and that was to destroy the creature. So I ripped and tore with my bare hands; even as my arms strained to their utter exhaustion and adrenaline pumped hard, I knew I needed to find something essential to cut.


    While clawing and cutting, I could feel the monster moving. It emptied its stomach of blood and sucked in fresh air, only for its stomach to fill back up. I had torn a cavity into the monster''s stomach lining. It was bleeding out slowly but surely. But I had no idea whether we were out at sea or not.


    My phone buzzed. With blood-soaked hands, I lifted up the device to see it was clean as if not a drop of blood had fallen on it. Unfortunately, my next challenge started in a few minutes.


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    Challenge 2 Time Limit 1.5 Hours


    Pulverize The Secondary Heart


    Reward: 5 Red Pills: Red pills increase physical strength and blood flow. Take enough, and your strength could rival the incredible Hulk.


    Lobotomize the Secondary Brain


    Reward: 5 Blue Pills: Blue pills increase speed and lung capacity. Take enough, and your speed could rival the Flash.


    Abort Its Young


    Reward: 5 Green Pills: Green pills increase cellular regeneration and life span. Take enough, and your body will heal like Majin Buu.


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    I was exhausted; there was no telling where either of those organs was, or it''s young.


    "What happens if I fail the challenge?" I asked.


    "Failing a challenge would not be advisable at your current strength. I would have to send you to the fields of punishment for twice the length you had to complete the challenge. Your elf friend would no survive." Message said.


    "Tick Tock, the time is about to start." Message said.

 CH4: Rip And Tear

    I sucked in a breath of stale air while hot blood rushed all around us and soaked my clothes to the bone. Getting rid of them would make me faster, maybe fast enough to win. I had no idea where its vital organs were, but I could feel the opening of one of its arteries. I hadn''t cut it yet, but feeling its size, I knew it had to be a major artery. Unfortunately, arteries led away from the heart, and I could feel the mushed-up veins around us wiggle, and a few put themselves back together. Give this thing enough time, and it would recover.


    Searching through the light of my phone, I accidentally snapped a picture, and suddenly my SP started increasing. Elorael happened to be in the shot, and suddenly the mystery solved itself when I saw the usernames. If Alucard109 wasn''t a dead giveaway, Dracula69 and DVempyrLesat made it obvious and were either vamp goths or actual vampires. I pushed Elorael against one of the bleeding manhole-sized veins and took a picture for good measure.


    As the SP poured in, I formed the beginnings of a plan. Veins, unlike arteries, went to the heart. "Follow behind me I''m going in," I said and stuffed myself in the constricting, near airless vein leading into the kaiju''s heart.


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    I crawled faster than any man had before through the tight tube even as it constricted and pulled us. Blood filled the vein behind us and gave us a hard push as the heart pumped.


    "Take a breath," I yelled as a pressurized torrent of blood pushed us into the heart. Then, finally, I ripped, tore, and sliced open the massive heart. Air had already filled the massive organ like a balloon; all it took was a slice to end the organ, but even as the heart we were in stopped beating, I heard another rhythmic boom. The beast fell at that moment and rolled while my knife cut into the hard tissues of the heart. Still, the rhythmic boom couldn''t be hidden, and I crawled using the thick musculature of the heart to keep Elorael and me from falling.


    It was the pills that did it. There was no way I could have held on as long as I had before or held my breath long enough to make a difference. Even as I fell, my muscles tear they were also healing slowly but surely. Time ticked away as I stabbed and crawled my way towards the secondary heart.


    We crawled out of a gaping wound in the heart, and I turned on my phone''s flashlight to have a look around. Sure enough, a heart shaped like a soda can swelled and squeezed. I turned my light to shine it down on a grey brain-looking mass of flesh covered in spindly white nerves and the kaiju''s spine.


    The monster suddenly rolled over, and I threw the tear aiming myself like a missile. I yelled and punched a hole through the hard muscle of the secondary heart. Blood bubbled up, and the monster convulsed as I punched hole after hole into its heart with my fist and knife. Finally, the monster rolled and picked itself up. I held my breath, ran, and jumped over the edge.

 CH5: Successful Jump

    My knife was first to land and slice into the fatty tissues surrounding the organ. The monster turned, and my knife cut, and for a second, I thought I would fall into the monster''s depths. Who knew what would happen to me if I let myself fall through? But I was lucky a bone caught my knife and nearly ripped my arm out of its socket. That was ok; I would heal just like this monster might eventually heal.


    "You ate us," I yelled and stabbed, punched, and clawed my way through feet of the fatty membrane. I stuffed my hand in knife first, and the monster shook as my knife finally found what it hungered for. Then, when I was sure I had hit something important, I twisted and slashed to the side, making a new hole to free my hand and blade.


    I checked my phone to see 3 of the three objectives were completed. From above, Elorael watched me from the first heart. The monster wasn''t moving, and she was safe enough. While the air in the heart was probably a little thin, it was manageable. Next, I turned my attention to the depths of the beast and jumped before running down the spine and using my phone light to look around.


    "Are there any maps or anything I can buy to help me find the next objective?" I asked.


    "For 100SP, you can purchase a pair of augmented reality glasses with a finder function. Do you want to spend 100 SP?" Message said.


    I checked my account I had a little over 120SP. Money would be tight, but it would help.


    "Go for it," I said.


    A pair of sunglasses appeared through a cube of blue data. I snatched them before they could fall and slipped them on. Suddenly the world adjusted until everything became visible; a blue line appeared pointing to my next objective and even as the time ticked away. Then, finally, a moving glowing yellow sack appeared, and I had to kill everything inside it.


    I grunted and felt the strength in my legs increase for only a moment before I shot up 10ft and slashed through a lung. The organ collapsed in on itself, and I moved. My augmented reality glasses showed me an artery large enough to swim through.


    After slicing the vessel open, blood rushed out even as I squeezed myself inside. I swam through the artery and cut holes to drain some of the blood. All I needed was some space, and I could run the rest of the way. Cleary, my best method would have been taking care of the eggs first.


    Through swimming and eventually crawling, I made my way to the monster''s reproductive organs and cut my way inside its egg sac. Inside was the scene of a massacre. The beasts were eating their unhatched brethren. Blood poured into the egg sac, and the monster spotted me. It shrieked and charged.This content has been misappropriated from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere.


    After climbing through the kaiju''s body, I realized. I was powerful. Not only was I powerful, but I had a whole 20 minutes to deal with these creatures. Even if it was 10 feet tall, covered in a brown version of its parent''s black scales, and hungry as hell. I could do this.


    The monster opened its maw, and its giant tongue shot out. It grabbed my left and yanked me off my feet. Instead of panicking, I led with my knife even as it swallowed my arm up to the shoulder. For the first time since fighting these monsters, my knife did nothing. The tip of my knife bounced off, and I was in trouble.


    Its fangs bit into my arms, sinking into my flesh and muscle like a hundred hypodermic needles. Then, as my hand shook and my nerves were on fire, I turned to the monster. Even if it was dumb, I had an idea.


    I switched my grip and shoved my other hand into the creature''s mouth. The monster''s eye switched to my hand on its jaws opened wide. My other hand fell down into the monster''s gullet, and it lunged. I pressed the knifed down as its wide mouth fit over my shoulders. The familiar coppery tang of fresh blood spilled as I cut into the monster. After the next long, racking, deep piercing slash, I cut the thing into ribbons inside.


    I stabbed with my right hand and tore with my left with both hands inside the creature. Soon its blood and guts spilled out of its mouth and piled up at my feet. The infant beast spasmed and died.


    10 minutes to go, and I still had another egg sac to finish off. I stomped and slashed every egg I could find before taking another vein artery leading me to the other sac.


    Before the monster could even open its mouth, I shot over to it. Unfortunately, its eyes turned to me too late. I couldn''t stab it to death, and its neck was too fat to throttle properly. But everything poops, and there were plenty of arteries there too. So I found whatever the thing used for an ass and stabbed.


    It shrieked and bled as I shoulder-checked it to the ground and stabbed it repeatedly. Finally, the creature flailed, and I turned to deliver a hard knife handle to the back of its armored head. Blood flowed as I went for the kill kicking through the soft ovum and gutting immature kaiju groin to the skull.


    With little more than a knife, I had destroyed a Kaiju. But the counter still ticked down, and the little fucker still twitched. I studied the back of its head until I found a slight separation in its armored scales for flexibility. Then, after lining the tip of my blade against it, I reared back and stabbed true.


    The infant kaiju spasmed before going still. I sucked in a breath and let it out.


    A happy bag of pills fell in my hand, and I hit the ad for a double-up. What''s better than 5 pills each? What else than 10 pills each. I could multiply my strength by 10 after a single challenge.


    "Before you get any ideas, pills aren''t cumulative. Consuming 10 won''t multiply your strength by 10; they will give you greater potential. Techniques or magic that increase your strength will be much more effective on you than anyone else. You should ask your lady friend about her people''s breathing techniques. Without it, she would have suffocated by now." Message said.


    I took the blue waypoints directed by my interface to get back to Elorael, and together we made the long trek up the monster''s gullet. Unfortunately, some seawater flowed in, and when we climbed up through the kaiju''s nasal cavity, it was clear we were lost out at sea on a now-dead kaiju.


    "How are we floating? Shouldn''t this thing have already sunk?" I asked.


    "Gods can make themselves lighter with their natural breathing techniques. You must have cut into one of its lungs mid-breath and spilled that breath in its diaphragm. I think we''ll be afloat long enough for it to start rotting. We might have up to a week or maybe more of floating before the predators open enough holes in it to sink us." Elorael said.


    My stomach rumbled, and she giggled. "We might as well eat as much as we can before it rots and cycle out breathing techniques. I believe a sea god will be quite beneficial for me." Elorael said.


    "I don''t have a cycling technique; could you teach me yours?" I asked.


    Elorael smiled; maybe if you do something for me.

 CH6: How Did I win

    The twin yellow stars were high overhead, and the rhythmic rocking of the kaiju corpse really set the mood. Elorael''s white smile seemed so sweet, even covered in blood. I gambled with her and won; if that didn''t mean something, then nothing did. She laid back using the beast''s tongue as a bed while she lifted her cheek and showed off her tight little black elven pussy.


    Elorael smiled before lifting her oversized balls and plunging her dark fingers into herself. Then she leaned over her own oversized futa cock and licked the head, kissing it before letting her black lips spread over it.


    "Darling, it isn''t the same when I do it. Could you help me, and then I will teach you my breathing technique?" Elorael said.


    "Really, that''s all I have to do for you tribes secrets," I said.


    "I won''t be sweet much longer; there is nothing to eat but meat. Please, darling, help yourself while I''m sweet and only a little salty." Elorael said and slowly moved her fingers in and out of herself before rubbing her clit with her thumb.


    I sat down and spread my legs, and pulled her closer to me until her balls touched. Her delicate hairless black sack pressed against mine, easily dwarfing mine. Her overly large black elf cock slowly dribbled a few drops of pre, and she humped forward.


    I pulled her foreskin down with a gentle hand and kissed her head. She moaned, and I looked up to see her play with her rising dark nipples. The taste of her sweet cream came up a little at first with slight trickles of pre as I licked at her head and slowly went down. My tongue lathered her swollen urethra before brushing against her lower glands and her hips bucked. Finally, her hands stopped playing with her boobs and little elf pussy and pushed through my hair.


    "Darling, that feels so good. I''m going to cream so much. Don''t stop." Elorael said as I bobbed my head, slowly enjoying the sweet taste. There was something different about futas; her urethra could nearly fit my tongue, and licking it only made her hips rock. She pushed, and I let her futa cock slide back into my throat. I could hold my breath for a long time when I needed to.This narrative has been purloined without the author''s approval. Report any appearances on Amazon.


    Her massive cock rubbed against my throat only once before she started spurting. She humped with all her might as I slowly pulled away. I reached down under her balls and pressed a finger into her pussy while she came. I wanted to feel her pussy clench and shake. When I pulled away, Elorael sucked in a breath and stuck her tongue out, letting her drool fall between her tits.


    I stood up. "Darling!" Elorael said before I pressed my cock between her lips. She kissed my tip, licked my balls, and smacked her lips before opening her mouth wide.


    I grabbed her long ebony ears and pressed my cock down her throat. She pushed her nose against my stomach and swallowed. Her rippling throat muscles felt like a vacuum hell-bent on sucking me dry. She bobbed her head hard like a woman on a mission. Finally, I came hard and pulled out of her throat with a pop. "This is going to be fun." She stretched and licked her lips. "Salty, my favorite."


    "So, about the breathing technique," I said.


    "Sea God''s Breath after the titan you slew. It''s hard to explain, so copy me, and I will adjust you as we go. Oh, and remember to picture an unstoppable behemoth with impenetrable armor that''s very important. Normally we would have to make a potion from its dropping when they occasionally wash up onshore. But since we have all of its meat, I don''t think a potion is necessary. Instead, we should eat as much of it as possible before it rots. That knife you used must be made of an excellent material to have pierced the sea god''s inner flesh." Elorael said.


    "Why is that?" I asked.


    "Most knives would have snapped or chipped when it hit bone," Elorael said.


    "I don''t think it knew how to protect its insides," I said.


    "Message, how did I kill it?" I asked.


    "You have taken six pills, 2 each of different types. While your strength has increased by leaps and bounds, your physical body doesn''t match the world powerlifting champion or the greatest Olympic runner. However, your potential qi has increased, and your actions have a greater impact. While the sea god was larger and more powerful than you, the concentration of your qi is higher. You did not want it to heal, and it didn''t have the will to stop your own. Compound that with its elemental weakness to refined metals like steel, and your victory was assured." Message said.


    "What happens if someone with more qi than me doesn''t want me to heal?" I asked.


    "Depending on the disparity of qi, it will be determined by will. Whoever has greater willpower will win." Message said.


    "Wait, but if a breathing technique increases qi, then how did I have more qi?" I asked.


    "You did not; the sea god did not have the sapience to wield will defensively. It would take many centuries for the adolescent beast to gain the sapience to wield its will." Message said.


    "That one was an adolescent, then how big can they get?" I asked.


    "They will grow until they die." Message said.


    "Hey, you aren''t paying attention start over," Elorael said.


    I let go of my breath and tried again.

 CH7: Futa Dolphins

    Gentle waves crashed into the sea god''s mouth, rolling in and out, giving the dolphin girls all the seawater they needed to comfortably invade. The first girl smiled and chittered while her massive pointy worm-like penis danced in the light breeze. Each of the girls was grey-skinned like the common bottlenose with a bit of pink around their cheeks. The poor things looked jittery, like college students working on a last-minute paper. But, while they were petite and to the point of washboard abs and exposed ribs, they didn''t look completely underfed.


    I couldn''t help but wonder how strong they could be compared to me. While the thought was ludicrous, I had no comparison. The chittering girl didn''t react until I had already picked her up and tossed her over my shoulder. The other girls suddenly froze as if only just now realizing they were in a dangerous situation.


    Then I heard a flopping sound and felt the girl''s whip-like dick push against me, looking for a hole. "Well, that answers that question. I guess you guys aren''t a threat to me." It flopped, making a wet shaking noise as it searched and leaked some pre on my chest.


    "Um, Flipper, maybe you shouldn''t do that against the scary land walker''s chest." I reached up between her legs and messaged the base of her long stiff dick. She groaned and splattered my chest on the spot. After she came, I could feel her dick slowly slide between my fingers back into her protective sheath.


    Elorael walked up beside me and grabbed some of the spooge before giving it a taste. "Tasty and look, their dicks are still out and wobbling. But, darling, I will give them a taste; want to join me? I think I''m going to suck them all." The girls seemed to relax.


    "Hey, don''t think you have the advantage just because you''re fast here. No one can catch us in the water, and there is a whole ocean out there. So all you have is a dead sea god and not a very old one either." One of the dolphin girls said.


    "I wouldn''t dream of it," I said and snapped a picture of them all with their dicks out and posted it for the SP. There would be time to post other pictures like that later. Then I grabbed Flipper''s ass and spread her cheeks for another shot. My SP started to spike almost immediately. The picture wasn''t bad either Flipper had the shiny, smooth look going on and her cut dolphin pussy had a healthy pink. And that asshole of her was all grey tight and appeared unused. Dolphin dicks clearly had the advantage in not splitting buttholes.Unauthorized duplication: this tale has been taken without consent. Report sightings.


    I pointed to three of them and laid Flipper on the left side of the sea god''s tongue. The squishy organ had made a great bed. "You underestimate my power," Flipper said and lifted her head to give me a gummy dolphin girl blowjob. I pushed myself deep into her throat, but she didn''t seem to mind. Her little blowhole kept her breathing. That made the suction of her throat, tightening, and warmth all the better. Even while I fucked her throat, I could feel her long dolphin dick climb up my leg and tap against my thigh. It tapped higher and higher, edging closer to my own ass.


    Before it could go any further, Elorael grabbed it and pulled Flipper''s dick away. "Only oral until we find land; that''s the rule. Darling, that applies to you too, only blowjobs until we find land."


    I came and felt Flipper''s greedy throat suck down my load before I pulled out of her throat due to over sensitivity.


    "Then you''re in luck; the current you''re on leads to one of the biggest lands in the world. We see people like you there sometimes with pointy ears, but they are colored the same as you." The pod leader said.


    "Who wants the first blowjob?" I offered. The leader jumped up and down on the tongue with her dick flapping about. Even after I grabbed the base of her dick, her tip was still prehensile and flapped against my lips and nose, looking for entry.


    "Sorry, can''t resist." I opened wide, and she rammed it into me. Her tip flopped and explored as her dick slipped down my throat, rubbing and squirming the whole time. She sighed before wiggling her hips, obviously in no hurry.


    "Hey, you said no going further than oral with the two of you but do you mind if we go further and do fingers count?" As I worked, my dolphin girl''s dick Flipper did something I didn''t expect. She chittered before opening her mouth wide and sucking on my balls.


    "Salty," Flipper said.


    The pod leader saw what Flipper was doing, and her dick swelled to the point where I would be worried if I didn''t have regeneration. Still, she didn''t speed up but instead grabbed my hand and jammed my fist in her mouth. Once my hand was good and covered in dolphin spit, she pulled it out and inspected my slimy digits. She looked back as another dolphin girl ran forward and rammed their dick up the pod leader''s ass. Instead of screaming or swearing revenge, the dolphin girl chittered and moaned. Then her member pulsed. The girl smiled, revealing her pointy teeth.


    "Please finger my cunny darling." The dolphin girl said.


    Even with a dick down her throat, I could interpret her threat to the pod leader. "Say that again, and I''ll toss you down the sea god''s gullet." Even so, I stuffed my fingers into her tight passage only to feel the other dolphin girl''s dick pushing against the love tunnel through the ass.


    I felt her pulse and push deeper before I felt a wet splatting sensation, and she pulled back slowly. The tip stopped between my lips, ejaculating a steady stream of dolphin girl cum. She was creamy and a little fishy. I guessed her cum was like a fish oil pill. Another dolphin girl wasted no time lining up to jam her wiggling dolphin tip down my throat.


    Once the fun and games ended, I laid in a pile of dolphin girls and snapped a few photos to up my SP. Apparently, land was just a few days away. More than likely, my next challenge was right around the corner too.

 CH8: Forest Elves

    More sharks and dolphin girls floated alongside our dead sea god to eat at its flesh as we approached the mainland. Out in the distance, massive trees towered over us, large enough to block out one of Xion''s binary stars. In the distance, I saw giant lumbering long-necked reptiles more than large enough to pick at the leaves from the higher branches. Small monkeys with red and blue faces peered from behind trees, and even the rare canid darted out and back into the trees, either chasing or being chased by something.


    I realized that these creatures didn''t fear humans, and I had no idea what they could do. Some creatures like the kaiju had natural breathing techniques, multiple hearts, and extra brains to help fine-tune their motor functions. What kind of reflexes would smaller creatures have with those same organs? What if some of those monsters had extra hearts? Did that mean my only real way to put them down was the brain?


    More important than any of that, what about my breathing technique? How did it compare to others, and why couldn''t I keep it up for extended periods? While I used it, I felt nearly indestructible, but it fell when I slept or lost focus. Worse I seemed to have hit the limit of what eating sea god meat could do. Of course, I lived on a diet of sea god meat exclusively since we were stranded, so it was bound to happen. My problem was a lack of comparison.


    Just when I thought nothing else could go wrong, I had time to think about myself and my technique. The sea god''s corpse hit the reef again, only this time the current didn''t tug us back off. Instead, splashing up from the water, Flipper crawled up to us.


    "I think it''s really stuck this time," Flipper said without preamble.


    All thought of focusing on myself and planning a training schedule to get my breathing technique up the level I needed flew out the window.


    "Well, darling, I hope you know how to swim; if not, I''m sure Flipper could always help you out for a favor. We did find land, after all. You can give her your ass after I have my turn, of course. I have only three holes and so many cute wiggly dicks to choose from and yours, of course." Elorael said.


    "Be serious; we need to get to shore, then find a steady supply of food and water, then we need shelter." I felt the tongue move a little to the left, then turned to see the flesh around the jaws begin to mend. Between the three of us, we could hear a pin drop. A breath swept through the sea god flowing into its lung, and then the flesh began recovering rapidly.


    "It''s not dead," I said in bewilderment. I had destroyed both of its hearts and obliterated its secondary brain.If you spot this story on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation.


    I grabbed Elorael and threw her out of the mouth hard enough to skip her twice on her way towards the beach. The jaws began to move when I threw Flipper and ran myself, focusing on my breathing to increase my speed. The tongue moved, and it wouldn''t be long before it fired out and the sea god fed. We needed to be far away when that happened.


    The real question was, what could I do to kill it? Getting to its brain was nearly impossible; its skull was like a maze.


    While I ran, the monster''s teeth began to close as more of the jaw regenerated. New flesh filled in gaps we had harvested. I stepped on a patch of new flesh and realized something. The new flesh was sturdier than its old flesh. Not only was the monster healing, but it was also healing stronger than it had initially been. The teeth clacked together, and I sucked in a breath.


    It wasn''t the only thing stronger. I had grown in both SP and physical strength. The pills I took magnified the effectiveness of the sea god breathing technique. If anyone was closer to that terrible adult version of the beast, it was me. I pulled back my fist and used the technique Elorael had taught me.


    "Island Obliterating Fist, I lifted my fist, and it felt like it had been replaced with the clawed paw of a sea god. When my fist collided with the teeth, bones exploded, and I threw myself out of the adolescent sea god''s mouth amidst an explosion of bone and blood. Tiny shards of bone blasted against my toughened skin and bounced off as I fell into the warm waters above a truly massive pink reef. My breath slowly left my lungs, and I knew it could be half an hour before I needed to take another breath. I dove down as the sea god thrashed while sharks and other predatory sea life fed on its flesh. Blood fell down its great maw in a series of powerful pulsing geysers before the kaiju''s healing factor took over.


    I felt the mighty power I wielded leave me the second my blow struck. Swimming to shore was going to be a hassle.


    The second I hit the water flipper, her pod snatched me under the arms and swam quickly down into the reef. Other dolphin girls parted ways for us as I heard a mighty roar underwater. The ground shook even as Flipper tossed me on the other side of the reef. I swam up and saw what looked like a wingless dragon easily three times the sea god''s size step through the trees.


    As it moved, I realized its entire body was made of wood. It hadn''t just moved through the forest; it seemed to have phased through it. Not a single tree had been felled as it made its way to the other kaiju.


    "The gods hate it when another god invades their territory," Elorael said beside me.


    Flowers bloomed across the giant forest lizard''s body, and its mouth opened. A ball of yellow energy gathered there and for a few heartbeats as the sea god struggled to stand. Blood and guts gushed into the water as the sea god''s flesh tore under its own bulk. Scales that seemed impenetrable had been slowly worn away by the reefs and armies of crabs and fish.


    The giant lizard fired its beam in a vertical arc. From the top of the sea god''s head to between its legs, it had been sliced in twain, and the sea boiled in response. Then, the forest god opened its great jaws with a roar and fed.


    As it fed, Elorael and I made our way to land and to a new life on this strange continent. Yet, I couldn''t help but wonder what would have happened if the old sea-god had arrived undamaged. Who would have won that fight?


    We didn''t make it far into the forest before we had spears in our faces and angry-looking light-skinned elves glowing with the same yellow light as the forest god. Half the girls eyeing us licked their lips and made bedroom eyes. The other half wouldn''t mind killing us. "We''ll take them to our village and let the chief decide what to do with them." Their leader said.


    "Can''t we have a little fun with them first? I wouldn''t mind pumping that dark-skinned bitch full of my seed." I felt one of them shoe their hands under my balls. "This one is just weird, and it has round ears; all it can do is impregnate. Should we even bother taking a defective to the chief?"

 CH9: Elven Society

    The sounds of a feeding forest god traveled far, and numerous canids and reptilian predators made their way to the edge of the forest. Many passed our group, making no hostile moves. One massive cat even brushed up against one of the lights skinned elves only to give me the stink eye. The flapping sounds of thousands of birds gathered overhead as they too prepared to swoop in when the forest god''s feasting finished. Everyone, including the elves who captured me, turned their gazes to the beach.


    Once gathered, all the animals went quiet. All eyes focused on the beach where the forest god fed. A long thick barbed tongue lapped up brains one devastating lick at a time.


    Then an elf squeezed my testicle.


    Before I put any thought into my next move, I lashed out. It was pure reflex; I knew my position and wouldn''t have done anything to endanger myself. The elf woman''s eyes widened in alarm when my hand connected to her face before her headshot to the side. For a second, I worried I had been too rough. Her neck could be broken, and my next move would be to hit the next one before they could dogpile me with their spears. There was also the chance they would focus on Elorael instead of me.


    The sound of my slap echoed, and the woman who grabbed my balls fell to a knee. She looked up at me with stars in her eyes, and I didn''t know what to do.


    "What''s with that look?" I asked


    "I''m just thinking about how screwed you are. No one will disagree; your ass is mine. Thank you for giving yourself to me. Now, mother can''t," I stepped forward and jammed my dick down her throat. Sometimes when you step in it, you might as well keep walking.


    I didn''t know what it was about elves, but their throats were made to message dicks. Even barely pushing forward, her throat squeezed and relaxed, welcoming me in with ease. I leaned in forward, and her tongue lapped at the ball she squeezed. I grabbed her soft pointy white ears, and she moaned, causing me to swell up.The narrative has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.


    "Samael, can you not play with the prisoners before we get them to the village." The other elf said.


    She pulled away, sliding my dick slowly out of her throat before kissing it on the tip. Then, before I could get my bearings, she moved fast enough to leave behind after images and punched me hard in the face. Blood sprayed out of my mouth as a couple teeth fell out. Golden light gathered around her arm as she followed up with an uppercut. What teeth hadn''t fallen out cracked? I gasped as I tried to use sea god breathing to up my defense and strength.


    "Too late," Samael said.


    Another blow to my face ripped the last of my teeth free. Blood poured out of my mouth, spraying like a fountain.


    The next blow came in too fast to keep up with. Only this time, Elorael stopped it cold.


    "Interesting, you mastered your breathing technique. So why didn''t you make that defective into a cock sleeve." Samael said.


    "Spare him, and you can have me; I''ll even bare your children. Just let him join your tribe." Elorael said.


    "No," I said through my broken jaw. This was utterly self-inflicted. I wouldn''t be in this mess if I kept my hands to myself and let her treat me like a showhorse.


    "Oh, you aren''t fully broken yet. Alright, I''ll do everything in my power to make him a member of the tribe if you willingly become my baby maker. Do we have a deal?" Samael said with a smile showing off glittering perfectly straight teeth.


    Somehow my glasses survived the beating and updated, revealing a new function.


    My glasses read out what level of qi Samael had. She was an 11 to my 2. Elorael was a solid 10, and the other tribals were 8 or 9. It didn''t make sense how could they be so powerful. I saw something I hadn''t noticed before the elves were paying close attention to Elorael''s every move and mostly ignored me. That meant something.


    They knew all along that I wasn''t a threat to them.


    Samael placed a hand on my shoulder. "Don''t worry, our fun will continue. I hope you grow strong enough to think you can win again. Then, when you''re sure you''re strong enough, I''ll ruin you." Samael said with a light pink blush on her cheeks and ears.


    This elf was getting off on this. At that realization, I pledged to break her. "Yea, you''re going to love it," I said, but my words were unintelligible.


    My fists clenched as my mind raced. Mastering sea god breathing would make me stronger than her, and neither would learning and mastering her breathing technique. The pills should have given me the advantage, but it didn''t look like it. Hell, my body should be more defensive, but she still pulverized my face. I wasn''t in any shape to do challenges either. Thoughts of combining the two seemed ludicrous.


    What resources did I have?" I needed to think.


    I had been aimlessly using the system without a goal or build in mind. With SP, I could do more, but what did I want to do. Did I want to build myself up as a strength type, speed, or regeneration? Or were those even real builds? I could try for a warrior, mage, or stealthy type. What would give me the advantage I needed against Samael.


    My glasses alerted me to movement to my left. Samael hugged Elorael close and made out with her on the spot. I took a picture and posted it. I needed to make a build.

 CH10: Mage

    The elves tied my hands in vine rope and led me behind them like a prisoner while Elorael walked behind me on Samael''s arm. Through twisting forest paths, I was taken from the forest''s edge to the depths where a city of treehouses took shape.


    My shoes were in ruins, my teeth were gone, and my clothes were in tatters. When I closed my mouth, nothing felt right. I plucked shards of shattered teeth from my gums and nearly passed out. The only thing keeping me going was breathing. Thorns bit my feet, drawing blood despite my toughened skin. With every breath, my lungs felt like they could explode at any moment keeping the sea god''s breath going. The technique should help me heal faster; the sea god healed from losing two hearts and its second brain.


    If I had any of that being''s power, I should be able to do the same. But, instead, for a week straight, I did nothing but eat its flesh and fuck Elorael''s throat. She trained the breathing technique while I learned the basics and started extending my time. She didn''t need to stop using it while I had to use it in short bursts. Even if I bridged that gap, I didn''t know if it would be enough.


    Mastering a breathing technique started at constant use, the minimum level of mastery. I had to make the technique as natural as breathing. After I tricked myself into replacing my normal breath with the technique, I would have mastered constant. But that wasn''t mastering the technique.


    There was more to it than that.


    My island obliterating fist gathered the power of the adult version of the kaiju. With it, I shattered the teeth of the kaiju and escaped. I needed to put that power into my normal punches to reach mastery level. Every blow should be an island obliterating fist, and from there, I could move forward into a specialization.


    I yanked another shard of a tooth from my gums and nearly fell to my knees. Then something scored across my back. While burning, pain flooded my system, and I turned around in time to see Samael with a glowing cane in her hand.


    "Don''t drop your breathing technique. If you''re going to be one of the tribe, you have to master constant breathing. That''s something I''ve been able to do since I was a child." Samael teased.If you come across this story on Amazon, it''s taken without permission from the author. Report it.


    "You can do it, just focus on breathing," Elorael said before Samael cut her off.


    "Not another word from you. You''re my baby maker, remember. Babymakers don''t talk; you just accept my seed and pop out little elves." Samael said.


    I seethed then felt another crack of the cane. A stinging welt lumped up on my shoulder. Hitting her started it. Instead of lashing out, I swallowed my anger and focused on breathing. The next whack of the cane bounced off my skin.


    We walked over to a pulley system and stepped into a primitive elevator. An elf up top pulled a crank connected to a series of wheels, and slowly we ascended.


    "Hey, pet, you know what would be fun?" Samael asked.


    "What?" Elorael asked.


    "I think I''m going to invite Red to watch me take your virginity. Doesn''t that sound like fun? I''ll have to invite whoever my mother sends as a minder for him too. We want him to master constant as quickly as possible to be of use to our tribe. If a little thing like watching me fuck you breaks his breathing, then what use is he?" Samael asked.


    My eyes went blank at that. How could any of this happen? Another crack ran across my chest, leaving a massive red welt, but I hardly felt it. Samael hit me again, crossing the welts, but I still didn''t take a breath. Finally, she caned my cheek, and other elves came to watch.


    Round ear one called out; half-formed another yelled. Still, my mind felt blank as welt after welt appeared on my chest. She drew blood, and then the cane shattered in her hand. A smile grew on her face as she looked at me.


    "That''s what I expect to see while I fuck her. There is nothing more beautiful than watching my rivals fall into despair." Samael said.


    "Breath," Elorael said, and I sucked in a shallow breath.


    I always preferred the meaty bruiser classes over the long-range snipers or mages. Unfortunately, the reality wasn''t the same as a game, and even a system giving out free drugs couldn''t change that. Being a bruiser was cool, but could I kill with my bare hands. How would I deal with long-range fighters? It didn''t matter how tough Bruce Lee was against a bullet traveling half a mile away. At the same time, what if that sniper faced a target like a hulk. Who would I rather be, the sniper or the Hulk? What about even more powerful beings like Goku or superman who used only their fists and special attacks? Well, what did I want? Samael was the problem now. If I specialized in a mage build, who knows, I might be able to do something and kill her. However, that wouldn''t fix the next situation. I was too weak.


    Another lash of the cane scored across my chest. This time it did no damage. Instead, I reached into my mouth and pulled out another shard of a tooth.


    A mage class would give me many options and flexibility with long-range attacks or debuffs. I might be able to even spread my focus around later. However, a class wasn''t a power or something offered by the system. It was a state of mind and a path to take forward. Being a mage meant researching my problem putting in the work through trial and error to develop a solution. It was considering my weaknesses instead of bulldozing my way through without caring. For now, I had an unreliable source of power and needed to master that to the point where being cucked wouldn''t stop me.

 CH11: The Chief

    I could do that, so I focused on my breathing. My every breath felt harder than the last as I approached my limit. With every step, we approached the chief''s hut, and I felt myself breaking. Finally, my lungs reached the point of collapse, and I fought on. I would heal. That''s what I told myself with every breath as we walked on.


    The interior of the chief''s hut was covered in spotted furs leading to a small seat where the chief a matronly elf with massive tits, thick kissable lips, and a dick on full display, including her sizeable pink foreskin.


    Blood dripped down my nose and pooled over my upper lip before dripping down. Still, I sucked in a ragged breath and refused to drop the technique. The chief gave me a strange look before sighing at the sight of Samael and Elorael.


    "So, you''ve found another girl for your little harem. Why am I not surprised? Please tell me you didn''t forgo the sacred rights and take her virginity outside a witness." The chief said.


    "Of course, not mother. I will honor our pact with the forest god and mate with a witness. The broken round ear and his minder will do fine." Samael said.


    "But not your own mother. Where did I go wrong with you? The broken are to be culled with no exceptions; instead, this one breaks himself with a bastardized breathing technique. Do you have no mercy?" The chief asked.


    "My mate asked only for me to spare him and accept him as a member of the tribe. A bridal gift must be honored. So, if he masters his breathing technique, he will be a full member. You can''t castrate him either, mother, because he has broken no law and is under my protection." Samael said.


    She looked at me then and winked. My hands shook at the implication. I existed with my balls intact only thanks to her. What was her game? Or was she just a sadist?This story originates from Royal Road. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there.


    "Our laws are not cruel; we don''t cull the unfit because we hate them. They will never be beautiful and often find it impossible to attract a mate. If they are to live, then we castrate them for their own good." The chief said.


    "Well, I tried. But, sorry, it looks like we''re going to have to castrate you for your own good. But, don''t worry, I''ll do it." Samael said.


    My eyes widened, but I kept breathing even when my lungs felt like they would explode. I refused to stop. A wetness dripped from my ears.


    Two warriors grabbed my arms, and it felt like I was held by two giants. I couldn''t move an inch despite keeping up my technique. Even while I kept up my breathing, I fought against the two elves holding me, only for another two to come and grab my legs.


    I swore then to get my revenge on them. I wouldn''t rest until their tribe was no more. Then I would kill their god and eat its brain just like it did to the sea god. All that came out of my mouth was a bloody gurgle as I breathed. Blood seeped from my eyes as my lungs protested, but I refused to drop the technique.


    "Enough!" A voice called.


    I turned to see a white-haired elf enter the chief''s house. The elf walked heavily on a cane but still appeared untouched by time.


    "Zosimael, what is the meaning of this interruption.


    "I would not speak against our god, and I am not the wisest of us, but this isn''t right. You claim not to be cruel, but this is the action of the skull tribe. They would waste his potential just like you''re trying to do. And I''ve never heard the law in the songs say anything about castrating a broken willingly joining our tribe. No, we are told to welcome those like him with open arms and make them us. None of us are castrated committing no crime." Zosimael said.


    "I don''t care what the songs say or don''t say. You won''t remember any of this in a few heartbeats, you old hag." Samael said.


    "That''s more than enough time to discipline you before I forget," Zosimael said.


    Elorael grabbed Samael by the ears.


    "What are you doing?" Samael asked.


    "If you don''t drop the knife, then mate or not, I will rip your ears off. In my tribe, those who suffer this dishonor take their own life. Is it the same here?" Elorael asked.


    "Unhand my daughter, now." The chief said.


    Samael dropped the knife. "I like it when my wives have some spirit in them. I agree with her mother he should become a member of the tribe testicles intact." Samael said.


    The chief looked conflicted, and the other elves still hadn''t let me go.


    "Glorael, this isn''t the hill to give your life for. The skull tribe has already sent one of their own to tempt us to join them. They won''t ask nicely much longer. We need every warrior." Zosimael said.


    "Very well, but you will be his minder. If he can''t master breathing constant within the week, he will be removed from the tribe and our lands. Let the skull tribe have him." Glorael said.

 CH12: Zosimael

    Zosimael took me to her treehouse on the edge of the tribe. Inside, the home was covered in drying herbs with shelves of potions-filled clay pots. A splash of colored paint covered each pot, along with a picture hinting at what each pot contained. I sucked in a breath and felt my bones ache.


    Keep breathing. I had to breathe even if I bled from my eyes and ears or my lungs exploded; I couldn''t stop. Stopping would make it impossible to move forward. So I had to think like a mage, and a mage knew how to make sacrifices. It wasn''t all about flashy attacks; sometimes, a strong foundation was needed, and I didn''t want to get kicked out after risking so much.


    The old elf looked back at me then her eyes widened. "What is a round ear doing in my hut. Is little Glorael playing a prank on me? Should I have her mother give that girl a talking to?" Zosimael said.


    "What a sharp memory you have. I bet you know what each pot contains. There''s no way you would forget something that important." I said.


    The old elf coughed. "Enough of that; if you live as long as I have, it''s easy to get lost in memories. I remember you. Samael played you for a fool and nearly took your balls. Glorael gave you a difficult task, and you''ve nearly killed yourself already. If you don''t give your body a break, your organs will shut down, and you will die." Zosimael said.


    I stared at the woman then shook my head. Stopping would only waste time; my healing factor would have to keep up. If it didn''t, then all my problems would be solved.


    "If you die, then Samael will torture that girl you''re sweet on to death. Dear sweet Samael has had many wives, but none lasted long enough to bear a child. Besides, if you pass out during the mating ceremony, they will have to copulate again. Each copulation improves the chances of pregnancy. You don''t want that do you." Zosimael said.


    "Of course, I do, isn''t that the point of this, to prove Elarael''s value to the tribe and bear an heir to the chief''s line. She sacrificed her freedom for my sake without a second thought. If I freed her from this, she might do it again." I said.Unauthorized use: this story is on Amazon without permission from the author. Report any sightings.


    Every breath felt more difficult than the last, and talking to Zosimael felt like an exorcise in futility. She would forget everything in a few minutes.


    "What if I told you I had a way to help you surpass your limits and fight Samael on equal footing?" Zosimael asked.


    "No offense, but I don''t trust your potions. Besides, how would that help me get Elorael back?" I asked.


    "I''m sorry, I work hard to make the best potions I can, but I''m forgetful, and I don''t know what half of these do or why I made them. I forget at the worst times, and when I come to, it''s like I''m in the past. But that doesn''t make my creations useless. Each of them has been tested on other tribesmen or skull tribe during our war. I wouldn''t have them on my shelf if they weren''t complete brews." Zosimael said.


    I stared at the elf. Zosimael had an ageless appearance like all elves with a slightly glazed look in her eyes. Her hands rested at her side and occasionally pulled at the hem of her pelt robe, exposing the tip of a reasonably large member. Most elves had pretty small breasts, Elorael included, but this elven woman had large breasts held tightly by a cotton wrap. She was lithe like most elves and only looked exotic with her silver hair.


    My tongue moved over the roof of my mouth, feeling for the newly developed lumps. Even after Samael knocked my teeth out, I wasn''t ruined. My teeth were growing back at a steady pace. Even if every breath was agony, I managed to block most of that pain out. With every breath, my control over my body improved.


    "Even if your brew can make an elf equal to Samael, that wouldn''t do me any good. I''m not an elf." I said.


    "I''m sorry again; I thought you were suffering from numerous birth defects. Still, you don''t have to be an elf to use this potion. I used some flesh from a stillborn forest god when I made it.


    "Shouldn''t it be incompatible?" I asked.


    "Not many know this, but breathing techniques are inconsequential. We become stronger by incorporating flesh from other gods, just like the gods do when they eat another of their kind. This potion is just the standard tonic for the elven children training to become warriors. Drink it, and you will gain some of the forest god''s powers." Zosimael said.


    I took a brown clay pot with a caricature of the forest god on it and pulled off the lid. A shinning green liquid bubbled, giving off a faint smell of pine.


    "But what about different breathing techniques," I asked.


    "Well, the power isn''t in the breath; it''s in the god. The breathing technique allows us to trick the power into believing we''re like the gods. So a forest god that eats a sea god has the same powers as a sea god that eats a forest god. Though its original powers will be stronger." Zosimael said.


    I turned the pot up and drank the strange liquid. All the while, I continued to breathe, keeping up my cycle. Once the pot was drained, I put it back on the shelf.


    "Thief, what are you doing here and drinking my whole pot of forest god breathing primer. When Lucael finds out about this." Zosimael said.


    "So, how did you learn the secret of the gods?" I asked.


    Her eyes glazed over, and after a while, she blinked a few times before getting back to normal. "I''m sorry; what was your question?" Zosimael asked.

 CH13: The Potion

    I noticed a few things about her, like her nervous act. She liked to grab the hem of her robe and flash her cock at me. To make matters stranger, she also liked to stare at a particular pot with a skull-shaped kaiju on it. "How many people know that eating other gods grant increased power?" I asked.


    "Oh, I don''t know. I''m sorry. All I know is what my master taught me about brewing potions and what I''ve seen. We once traded with another village, and the chief and her children partook of the other village''s potions. We even sent our own. As a result, the chief and her daughters have always been stronger than other warriors. It makes sense when you think about it." Zosimael said.


    "What should I do about Samael?" I asked.


    "Nothing at all; she is the daughter of the chief and can do whatever she wants with her new wife. That girl won''t submit to anyone weaker than her. So, you should give up unless you take my potion. Wait a moment while I get comfortable." Zosimael said.


    I stared at her before shaking my head. She must have forgotten that I already took the potion.


    "What are the side effects of the potion?" I asked.


    "Nothing you need to worry about your body heals quickly. I''m sure you''ll survive where no one else did." Zosimael said.


    I didn''t think she meant to tell me that. "So, the potion is incomplete," I said.


    "No, I worked on it tirelessly to squeeze out as much power as possible. For the better part of my youth, I worked to better the basic cultivation potion. I want to see what happens when you try to hold the power of two gods in your body." Zosimael said.


    "Then I''m not taking the potion," I said as I felt my stomach rumble.


    My breathing technique continued regardless.


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    "You must; I need to know if it''s possible to work out the secret of the chiefs'' power. If this potion works, then my speculations gain credibility." Zosimael said.


    Now that was interesting. Why was Zosimael after credibility, or better yet, what did credibility get her? Depending on the observer, she was a hot old elf with short-term memory loss or dementia. Although there was clearly some continuity with her. Well, how could I use that to benefit me? Despite being a bloody mess, I was horny as hell and needed some sex after the day I had.


    To make matters worse, the pain from breathing intensified. Any rational man would have stopped, but I couldn''t turn it off. It happened right after I took the potion; breathing normally became impossible, leaving me with only the sea god''s breath. As wild as that sounded, it was true taking that potion had changed me, and I didn''t think I could go back.


    In effect, my breathing technique gained permanence, and there wasn''t a thing I could do to turn it off. On the bright side, I wasn''t leaking blood like water from a sprinkler anymore. Well, that was it for the bright side. I felt hornier than ever, my lungs burned worse with every breath, and my muscles cramped in my legs. All of that could be ignored pain could be blocked out with enough sex. That was probably the easiest way to get over it.


    Over on the side, there was a pot of clean water over a reflective bronze disk. Seeing myself didn''t fill me with confidence. Dried blood covered my mustache and beard, and my bottom lip was still split from Samael''s earlier beating. The wound was slow to heal, probably because of Samael''s lingering will. That or it needed some help.


    I pinched the wound together and felt it knit together quickly. That was good to know. Maybe I should have learned how to stitch wounds.


    "Do I have an inventory?" I asked the system.


    "Inventories are upgradable subspaces. Higher ranked inventories can fit more items at larger sizes. Purchase the basic inventory at 100SP (Stylish Points). You can also download further apps and trade SP for equipment, information, and gotcha rewards." Message said.


    I purchased the inventory leaving me with 1956SP. Then I downloaded a home supply app and purchased a towel and a water bottle.


    "Where did that come from?" Zosimael asked.


    "From the ayther, I need to clean myself, and I doubt you want me to dirty up your drinking water," I said.


    "Your lips are attractive. Um, I''m sure you''ve heard my name already, but what''s your name?" Zosimael asked.


    "Red," I said.


    "That''s a pretty name. I know you have your heart set on Elorael but are you exclusive?" Zosimael asked.


    I thought about her question while I cleaned my face. Once the blood came free of my beard, and I drank down some of the water, I tossed the rest in my inventory. After poking my tongue against my lumpy gums, I felt the slight sharpness of new teeth poking out. Soon enough, I would have teeth again. That would make me feel less weird.


    After a moment, all the dolphin girl dick came to mind filling me in that we weren''t exclusive. She was my friend that I had sex with, shared my time, and trusted with my life. We didn''t have to be exclusive because she wasn''t a human woman and didn''t think like one.


    Thinking that way made me feel better. Elorael was the type of person to sacrifice herself for what she believed in, fuck dolphin girl throats, and rub her sexy ass against me. She taught me the secrets of her breathing technique and tried her best to save me. Knowing her had been a net positive on my life in this world, and she suffered because of me. Of course, I couldn''t let Samael kill her, but that didn''t exclude me from fucking other elves; if Elorael was here, she probably would say, let''s double stuff this bitch. She was a bro that I could fuck.

 CH14: Milf Elf

    I approached the silver-haired elf, pulled the sash on her pelt robe, and watched it part around her perky breasts. Without another word, I leaned forward and kissed Zosimael, and she tasted like honey. Her bandage-wrapped perky breasts pressed against my chest, and I felt my own dick harden. We kissed as I pressed the tip of my dick between her balls, hunting for what I wanted. She pulled my penis away and turned her head, blushing scarlet to her long pointy ears. With one ear pointed at me, I took a chance and slipped the tip of her ear in my mouth and sucked on it.


    Zosimael moaned and rubbed my dick. I moved my left hand to her breast and ducked out her nipple from between the bandages, and slid the other hand down to her ass.


    "You''re not supposed to suck on another elf''s ear; it puts us in heat." I reached in and felt her soaked cunny and easily slipped a finger in to message her bumpy interior. She tightened on me and moaned. "We could get in trouble elves aren''t supposed to mate without a witness. I''m not supposed to mate anymore because of my age. But, um, there are other things we could do." I raised an eyebrow as she walked over to her bed and sat down.


    She pulled her foreskin back, revealing her massive futa dick, and grabbed the tip. "This feels good too," Zosimael said and gently pressed a finger into the tip of her futa dick. I watched in shock as her finger sunk in, then she added a second before finger fucking her urethra. Pre cum oozed out of her tip as she messaged her bulbous head and stared at me longingly.


    "Please fill my balls with your seed. Let''s mix our essence together. If you want to." Zosimael said.


    I approached her and experimentally pressed the tip of my finger into her urethra. The inside felt just as grooved as a pussy; it seemed to yawn open as I stuffed two and three fingers inside. Yet, for some reason, fisting it didn''t seem impossible.


    "Ngh, stop. I''m at my limit; don''t stretch me out anymore." Zosimael said.


    Fucking her dick sounded very hentai, but it was a step too far for me. "Maybe we could try that after we got to know each other a little more," I said and lowered my head and licked the pre off her head. Zosimael moaned as I pulled my fingers free and licked her urethra. Next, I grabbed ahold of her thick cock and pumped it, freeing a few more dollops of pre before licking away her salty sticky essence.


    Her futa cock throbbed in my hand while her hips thrust. I pushed Zosmimael''s pink hood over her growing mushroom a few times before leaning down and kissing her tip. I let my hand slip down to cup her balls, really feeling how heavy they weighted in her snow-white sac. Then I moved my fingers past her heavy hanging sac and rubbed against her hidden slit.Unauthorized use: this story is on Amazon without permission from the author. Report any sightings.


    She whimpered as I slipped a finger between her lips to feel the wetness within. Then, all at once, she loosened enough to slip a finger down to the knuckle before clamping down like a vice grip. With each clench, her cock throbbed, and I could tell she wasn''t going to last long. Finally, I slipped my mouth over her futa cockhead and moved my lips back and forth, careful to message the bottom glands.


    All the while, neither of us broke our respective breathing techniques. Then Zosimael came splashing the inside of my mouth with thick ropes of futa elf cream. She tasted more salty than sweet, but I was developing a taste for futa elf cum. I didn''t pull away as she poured out load after load until my cheeks were bulging.


    My mouth couldn''t handle much more, so I swallowed down what I could. Finally, I grabbed her balls and let her finish.


    "I''m sorry, I''m so pent up, and no one wants to take care of me. You''re the first one who helped, and you''re not even a part of my tribe." Zosimael said.


    "What else are friends for?" I said while maintaining my sea god breathing technique.


    Talking and not fucking really made the pain of constant use obvious. I already wrote off sleeping, so that left me with fucking. Until my body adjusted, all I could do was distract myself from the pain.


    "Friends, huh, well then let me teach you something about our tribe. As the witnesses assigned to Samael''s mating ritual, we can delay the act by a week. If you let me teach you, then in a week, you will be strong enough to challenge Samael for Elorael." Before I could say anything, she held up her hand. "It won''t be easy, and sometimes I forget where I am. I will forget and think I''m training Glorael instead. Her training to be the chief was harsh." Zosimael said.


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    Challenge 3 Time limit 1 week


    Finish Training with Zosimael and master Island Obliterating Fist


    Reward: 6 Red Pills


    Defeat Samael in a duel


    Reward: 6 Blue Pills


    Find A Cure for Zosimael''s Dementia


    Reward: 6 Green Pills


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    The first two objectives seemed possible I was already on my way to mastering breathing constant, and her training would help with the rest. However, finding a cure for Zosimael''s dementia put forward some implications. Did I want to rock the boat?


    I already rocked the boat when I let myself be eaten with Elorael. So, this wasn''t much different; the only question was, did Zosimael do it to herself, or did the chief do it to her. Samael might have had something to do with it, but I doubted that would stand with the chief daughter or not. So, I had to assume this was top-down.


    If it was poison, I only needed to find the method and stop it without raising too much suspicion. On the bright side, as I looked through the open windows, I saw many young elf maidens peaking in. It seemed they weren''t above spying on us and rubbing one out. I waved at one, and she blushed scarlet before coming in her hand.


    My attention returned to the elf in question; she still had her whites about her. That was a good sign; maybe the poison had to be applied regularly, and cutting it off would cure her. But, of course, that was pure speculation.


    I approached her and held my dick out. She licked her lips and opened her mouth, showing off an impressive set of white teeth and an equally impressive cock hungry throat. She took my cock down to the base and swallowed effortlessly. I grabbed her ears gently and fucked her throat. Thoughts of intrigue fell to the back of my mind as she pulled back and sandwiched my cock between her fat elven titties.

 CH15: Dementia

    A splash of water woke me up from an exciting dream involving Elorael to an early morning in the forest. The sound of croaking frogs in the early morning echoed throughout the tribe like an alarm clock. Elves moved about their business; some young ones were escorted by older elves, while some left their homes alone. Falcons flew between buildings snatching up food scraps as they were tossed out. A few elves sang songs about getting up or working in their own musical choruses while doing their early morning chores. Young children ran out of their homes like bats out of hell, with older siblings following behind them at a careful pace.


    "Here," Zosimael said and tossed me a loaf of smoked fish, nuts, dried fruit, and some honeycomb. "It will give you some energy, but what you really need is sleep. Try not to push yourself too hard today; you have all week."


    If I only wanted to complete one objective, then she might be right. Unfortunately, that wasn''t the case, and I didn''t have time. I needed to get constant under control.


    "You said you would teach me how can I hasten this process along?" I asked.


    I wanted to be a mage build, but I didn''t have the skills or power to make that a reality. Right now, the best thing I could do was take care of my power discrepancy between myself and Samael. Then I needed to master Island Obliterating Fist. Last on my list was developing a mage-like attack similar to the beam the forest god used to bisect the sea god.


    So far I drank a tall glass of forest god stillbirth to raise my potential.


    "Back in my day, we used to attach boulders to our apprentice''s limbs and force them to go through spear practice. If that didn''t work, we had them fight an experienced warrior for as long as it took. But, unfortunately, you look like a tall breeze could kill you. So, we need someone gentle. I think I know just the girl. Follow me she should be practicing right now." Zosimael said.


    I ate my breakfast and followed her down the tree to a large clearing near a lake. There a teenage elf worked hard through a series of complicated spear formations. Her movements were so fast there were almost after images. Yet, there was also something disconcerting about her. When I looked at her face, I saw Samael''s nose and chin.


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    "Who is she? I asked.


    "Mekael is a uniquely talented warrior. She might look young but believe me, she is just as deadly as any warrior twice her age. And best of all, she''s an orphan with no family and Samael''s most bitter rival. So if anyone could train you to beat Samael in a duel, it''s her." Zosimael said.


    "Now I just have to convince her to help me even though I''m a deformed round ear," I said.


    "Not quite," Zosimael said.


    When Mekael spotted the older elf, she shot forward and hugged the bandage-wrapped elf. Her braid of black hair whipped out as she ran. When she hugged the Zosimael for a moment, I could confuse them for mother and daughter.


    "Mekael, this is Red; he''s living with me and training to become a warrior. I want you to train him in the ways of the spear, like how you were trained." Zosimael said.


    The young elf looked between us. "Who doesn''t know how to use a spear at his age? Did his people have no competition?" Mekael said. "He does look a little fat."


    To be fair, she wasn''t entirely wrong. There really wasn''t any real competition in my country, and most of the time, people didn''t feel the need to carry guns. As for her last comment, I looked better than I had in years. My all-raw meat diet had trimmed my waist enough to go down a few pants sizes. As for muscle, I wasn''t as toned as I could be.


    "Exactly my point; he has no experience with a spear, you can tell in the way he walks. He doesn''t even consider spears dangerous." Zosimael shook her head. "It would really help me out and piss Samael off if you trained him."


    "You should have led with that. I will make a warrior out of him; how long do I have?" Mekael asked.


    "A week," Zosimael said.


    "You''re joking," Mekael said.


    "I''m afraid not, and he hasn''t mastered constant yet either and stubbornly refuses to drop his breathing. So, our only option is to push forward." Zosimael said and found a branch to sit on, exposing her cock and balls to anyone passing under.


    I rubbed my face and absentmindedly caught the extra spear she tossed me. The end, fortunately, was just the end of a stick; it was a 9ft haft of a spear without its head. Mekael carefully untied the head of her spear and took a stance.


    "Have you learned the five stances yet?" Mekael asked.


    "No," I said.


    "So, we are doing the very beginning; alright, do what I do," Mekael said.


    She showed me a series of stances, and I did my best to copy them. It wasn''t easy; our centers of balance were different, and the stances she showed me weren''t made for someone of my build. Really fighting with spears wasn''t what I had in mind when I decided to specialize as a mage. I had no intentions to use these stances outside the upcoming duel.


    "Take this seriously, or I''ll punish you when we spar. At its most basic principle the idea of foundation of spear combat is to line up a single perfect strike that has little chance of being countered. Once you thrust your spear, you''re open to an attack. Some tribes, like the skulls, use a short spear with a wooden shield. Their idea of spear combat is to take a hit and counter while we hit once." Mekael said. "We''ll take a break then spar," Mekael said and smiled, and I could see an edge of excitement in her eyes.


    I climbed up to the same branch Zosimael sat on. "You know I haven''t had a lapse once today. It''s days like these that scare me the most. They give me hope that I can get better and continue living." Zosimael said.


    "That''s some heavy shit, and it doesn''t make any sense. What did you do different this morning than any other morning?" I asked.


    "I gave you my breakfast," Zosimael said.

 CH16: Mekael

    I thought about it for a moment and couldn''t shake a nagging suspicion that the food was the vecter of poisoning. As for why I wasn''t affected, it could be my healing factor, a difference of species, or the poisoner doesn''t always include the poison. Maybe they give less of it on some days to make it seem like it''s more an illness that comes and goes than a poison. If she suddenly acts suspicious, they are bound to use a different method, so stopping this method wasn''t enough. I needed to find the poisoner


    "Do you make those bars yourself, or does someone supply them?" I asked.


    "The young scouts bring me my breakfast every morning. They''re a group of our most prominent young warriors." Zosimael said.


    "Who gives them the ingredients to make those bars?" I asked.


    "The minister of supply normally, she''s in charge of distributing the tribe''s resources to individuals," Zosimael said.


    "How long have they served you breakfast?" I asked patiently.


    Zosimael paused. "Since before I started regressing. I couldn''t be trusted to hunt on my own after that and became a burden on the tribe. My contributions in my early years are the only reason I''m able to feed myself." Zosimael said with an odd tone in her voice.


    "Isn''t that an interesting assumption? This is a little off-topic, but you said wearing weights will help me reach breathing constant quicker." I said.


    "We once tied rocks to the limbs of our young scouts, and those who survived the training all gained constant," Zosimael said.


    I nodded and searched my store app for some weighted clothes. It didn''t take long to find some, along with a cup, a blue bodysuit, and a Kevlar vest. I purchased them all and got dressed.Support the creativity of authors by visiting the original site for this novel and more.


    "How are you doing that?" Zosimael asked.


    "We all have our secrets mine are a little harder to understand than others. You could say I''m trading goods in an unseeable marketplace." I said.


    The weights included two 10kg armbands, two 20kg white boots, and a 50kg vest of Kevlar. While I didn''t like the white gloves and knew my boots would be brown before long, I was satisfied with my purchase.


    As a whole, it only cost me 250SP; unfortunately, I felt slow, just moving while maintaining my breathing technique felt impossible. My body might not be up to the challenge; I was already abusing the hell out of my healing factor. I picked up my practice spear and slowly made my way through the forms. While my body felt slow, like I could move just enough to get through each stance.


    Mekael returned from her break and stared at my getup with a raised eyebrow. "What kind of animal did you kill to get a blue pelt, or did you use a berry dye?"


    She patted one of my armbands and frowned. "You chose to weigh yourself down. I had planned to float the idea of strapping rocks to your arms and legs. What''s inside these bands?" Mekael asked.


    "I imagine sand." She nodded.


    "That would be easier than smooth stones. Alright, let''s get to training. We''ll move slowly until we find a pace you can handle."  Mekael said.


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    I lay on my back, exhausted but still forced to use the breathing technique. Welts covered my face, arms, and legs where she struck me with the haft of her spear. She twirled the weapon in her hands while looking me over.


    "You can do better than that; the suns have barely moved. So I tell you, what if you go another round with me? Then I will take you hunting with a real spear." Mekael said.


    I stared at her, who rewarded work with more work. But if I wanted to stop Zosimael from being poisoned, I needed to get a steady supply of food. That would be easier with a hunter who knew what they were doing.


    "Of course, I doubt you will catch anything wearing those weights," Mekael said.


    I rolled over on my side and pushed myself up. My bones screamed in agony, and my muscles protested my every move. While I didn''t have magic or long-range techniques at my disposal now, I had something even better. I could buy anything I didn''t have that included a compound bow and plenty of arrows. Why chase something down with a spear when I could just shoot it from a distance?


    We stood across from each other, moving through stances looking for the right moment to make a move. But, instead, she shot forward, and I jabbed through an after image. The haft of her spear smashed against the side of my head, then when I moved to block another strike, the point of her spear tapped my ribs.


    I sucked in a breath and let it out. We repeated our spar over and over again. I lurched forward, and her spear pierced my gut before I knew what had happened. When I went on the defensive, she engaged and hit me just when I committed to a block. Before I thought of what to do next, she led me into a pitfall.


    "You can''t fight without a plan. Even if the plan you make falls apart the second you move, there has to be a goal. Mine is simple when you attack, I want you to hit where I''m not. When I hit you with a non-lethal blow, you automatically moved to defend from that position and leave yourself open at your flank. All you ever do is use a telegraphed attack or block statically. My advice is to move and keep moving. Those who remain still in a fight die." Mekael said.

 CH17: The Importance Of Planning

    A plan that wasn''t something I had in mind. I put all my effort into standing and putting up what fight I could that winning never crossed my mind. I thought about it, I was slow, but I was wearing armor. If this was a fight, my goal would be to slow her down or stop her movements to make it easier for me to take advantage of my armor.


    My plan was simple; all I needed to do was force her to strike at my armor and leave herself open. We spared again, and she moved too quickly to counter with tricks of the light. After images appeared open for an attack. The haft of her spear swung toward my face as it had many times. I had taken that same blow from her numerous times since we began. My next move would be to block and counter if I had a shield. The second I blocked the blow, she would have already set up her killing strike.


    It made me wonder if using techniques was out of the question. This was a spar, but she clearly used techniques as if they were natural. After images were a staple of the forest tribe warrior tool kit. Instead of blocking, I deflected the blow. I moved with it while aiming the end of my spear. She struck my chest while the end of my spear connected. Unlike myself, she wasn''t wearing armor.


    "So, you plan to kill me as well rather than die alone," Mekael said.


    I patted my Kevlar vest. "It might not look it, but this thing can take a lot of punishment. You might break one of my ribs, but I would have skewered you. Armor can make all the difference in a fight." I said.


    That simple fact had been true since the dawn of war. Armor that could block the enemy''s weapons was an overwhelming advantage. I didn''t have to worry about blocking as much and could stab away. Really it didn''t matter how many times she hit my chest if the blow was never fatal or even debilitating. Of course, that didn''t mean much if she targeted my legs, head, or arms. If I could force her to only target my chest, then I would be fine.


    I thought about buying more armor as well. There were pants with replicable armor plates. A bulletproof face mask would defiantly help out alone with a helmet with neck protection. When dealing with primitives pointing sticks at me, some armor was a great idea. Unfortunately, my SP had only recently reached the point where I could afford more expensive equipment.You could be reading stolen content. Head to Royal Road for the genuine story.


    We spared again, and she didn''t make any pretenses and targeted my neck, legs, and head. None of her blows were aimed at my torso, but I still had the advantage. Her biggest target was covered in armor, and I could attack freely.


    "You should fight as if it was a viable target. Glorael won''t let you wear armor in a duel." Mekael said.


    We took another break after Mekael thoroughly beat my ass. "You know you''re pretty good for someone untrained. If you had a few years to master the basics and grow stronger, I could see you eventually reaching Samael''s level. Unfortunately, you don''t have a shot at doing that in a week, no matter how talented you are. Why don''t you give up on Elorael and find someone else?" Mekael asked.


    "She is my friend and stood up for me when I was weak. Loyalty like that must be respected, and what kind of man would I be if I left her to suffer." I said.


    "A living one," Mekael said.


    I thought about what I was willing to die for. While it sounded clich¨¦, my friend was someone worth it. Normally the only thing worth dying for was my freedom to live my life the way I wanted to, but Elorael was different. She risked everything, including her own freedom, for me. Elorael could have become a warrior of the forest tribe and lived well. But, there was no reason for her to cover for my mistake. So, for the first time in my life, there was a second thing worth dying for.


    "Maybe my body would live, but I would not. I would be nothing more than a traitor. She sacrificed her freedom for me and resigned herself to a horrible fate. Even if it''s impossible to match Samael with a spear with only a week of training, I have to try." I said.


    "So, this is about pride. You can''t stand being seen as less than worth her sacrifice. But she wouldn''t want that if she sacrificed her freedom for you. Elorael most likely wants you to live and be free instead of throwing your life away in a duel." Mekael said.


    I stared down below at the fleet-footed white-maned unicorns roaming through the forest shod on golden hooves. The forest seemed to sing as they paused to drink from a nearby stream. Some jabbed and bit at each other while foals played. Each was majestic and shining with the same glowing aura that covered Mekael and the other forest elves that mastered breathing constant. I wondered if I would glow as well once I mastered the technique.


    We had trained for a few hours, and already I felt some improvements. My body adjusted at a blinding rate due entirely to my healing factor. Without it, training like I did would be impossible. So I decided to abuse my biology to its fullest with weighted training to reach greater heights.


    "It''s my life to use how I see fit. Even if Elorael gave up her freedom to help me, that doesn''t change me." I said.


    "Then you leave me no choice. I''m going to run you into the ground every day and impart into you every trick I can. When we''re done, you won''t be the best spear fighter in the tribe, but you will be a dangerous opponent." Mekael said.


    "Alright, what are we going to do next?" I asked.


    "Training is over for today, so as promised, I''m going to show you how to hunt. I''ve tracked something large over the past few weeks, and together I think we can bring it down." Mekael said.

 CH18: The Hunt

    When Mekael had said large, I expected maybe a deer the size of a horse or a moose. Instead, far from the forest tribe, she led me to footprints wider than I was tall.


    "When tracks are this deep, even when it''s dry, you can tell the beast is heavy. Those claw marks prove that it''s a predator as well. Three claws mean instead of five mean it''s unrelated to the forest god. So, it''s well within the established limit for hunting. Now come on, let me show you something even more interesting." Mekael said.


    She took me to a massive pile of shit filling up a ditch. Mekael sniffed the pile and smiled like it was the most pleasant thing in the world. "You can tell it''s a predator by the smell. It has a very meaty diet. That means its meat will taste even better. The beasts that only eat plants absorb a tiny fraction of the forest god''s power and concentrate it. A predator that has eaten many other beasts has even more concentrated power. So it will be very beneficial to eat it." Mekael said.


    "Sure, but if it''s collecting a lot of qi, then won''t it be too much for only the two of us to kill it. I''m sure you''re confident in your abilities, but I haven''t mastered constant breathing yet." I said.


    "You aren''t scared to die against a sadist like Samael, so this shouldn''t be a challenge. So relax; this is your first time, and I will help you through it." Mekael said.


    We barely met this morning, and she''s already teasing me. Either this girl gets close to others too quickly, or she trusts me because of Zosimael. Either way, this special treatment felt undeserved and made me feel uncomfortable. I hardly did anything to deserve it. It was also possible that her dislike of Samael carried over to liking anyone who opposed the sadistic chief''s daughter.


    Motives aside, I couldn''t shake the feeling that we were about to fight a T-rex or this world''s equivalent. Worse, it felt like we were about to take on a shiny freak of a T-rex with spears. So I did the only rational thing and armed myself with another weapon.


    Buying a gun felt like it would push against believability. Against a T-rex, I would rather have a cannon than a hunting rifle. So instead, I purchased a compound bow and a quiver of four-prong steel razor-tipped arrows. The compound bow had a good 400lbs draw, and I recalled carbon shaft arrows hurt to fire more than aluminum. On the upside, the carbon shot further and faster. The bow and arrows would be handy if the animal in question didn''t have indestructible hide. On the other hand, I didn''t want to get too close to a mother fucking T-rex.Stolen from its rightful author, this tale is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.


    "I''ll try to relax while we''re running for our lives from a giant lizard," I said.


    As I recalled, most paleontologists estimate that a T-rex could run around 17mph. That wasn''t much, but this wasn''t the normal T-rex. We were hunting a shiny cultivation version of the standard T-rex. The odds were great; the dinosaur was at least 10 times its estimated speed.


    We neared a few more dung piles, but unlike the one before, these glowed faintly. I really didn''t want to know why they were taller than me. Killing such a large animal with my bow felt more impossible the more I tracked it.


    "I can already taste smell the meat crackling over an open fire. Then, after we kill it, we get our pick of the cuts. Can you imagine how much meat something like this has on it?" Mekael asked.


    The ground shook, and Mekael disappeared behind a tree while I struggled to follow her. She stressed the need for me to always wear the weights while training. Even if they nearly crippled my speed, I eventually needed to adjust to wearing them. Taking them off to do mundane things like hunting would only hurt me in the long run. But, of course, if I was too slow to defend myself, what was the point. Ultimately, it was my decision, but if I didn''t get used to them, how could I hope to win?


    Of course, I recognized a distinct possibility she wanted me to be slow enough to be a sitting duck for the T-rex. While weighted down, there was no way I could move with my average speed. I wasn''t functioning where I should be, and despite not deteriorating much anymore, I wasn''t on the upswing yet. My physical capabilities were just a little below my pre-breathing technique levels.


    So, when a glowing, almost gold T-rex pushed itself through a tight group of trees turned its head to the side to look at me, I felt nervous. It hadn''t roared or made any aggressive moves. The creature didn''t see me as a threat or even prey. Such a large beast probably thought I was too small to be a worthwhile meal. Why would such a large predator hunt something too small to be worth it? Chasing me down to eat was like running down the road for a single french-fry.


    Of course, that was ignoring a single factor. Elves were crazy, and Mekael seemed more than willing to throw her spear from cover if the T-rex had its eyes on me.


    Light from the lizard''s body peeked through between a densely packed group of trees. It reached out not with tiny, clawed limbs made for dicing meat but long, heavily anchored limbs clearly used for offense. The creature''s opposable thumbs were off-putting, especially when tipped with claws. It moved carefully through the dense foliage and eyed me for a moment before turning its attention away. The giant might not be a kaiju, but it was a massive predator. The ground shook from its every step, and if my eyes weren''t deceiving me could easily be 90ft from snout to tail. From where it stood, it was easily 4 times might height.

 CH19

    Its long delicate claws moved foliage aside as it moved swiftly, and I pulled back my bow. Despite my better judgment, I needed to eat. It shouldn''t be possible to kill it with what I had, but that wasn''t entirely true. I moved closer to the foliage the giant lizard moved through so carefully.


    I pulled the 400lbs draw bow back with little difficulty and prepared to fire. Before letting my arrow fly, a moose shot out of the woods, and the T-rex moved. Almost imperceptibly fast, it snatched up the poor creature and shook its head. I heard the massive deer''s bones snap while massive steak knife-sized teeth ripped into the creature. The lizard tossed the creature up in the air before catching the front half of its body. I watched the T-rex chew up and swallow the moose down from their hide and all.


    I saw the monster move, and it wasn''t faster than Mekael. I climbed one of the nearby trees and found a tall limb capable of supporting my weight. From there, I spotted one of the creature''s eyes and aimed my bow. The second I fired, I knew the monster would go berserk. Unfortunately, this was an opportunity that I couldn''t pass up. If I thought the T-rex or whatever kind of creature the lizard really was had any sapience, maybe I would think twice.


    When I drew the bow, I held another arrow between my fingers. After my first shot, I needed to draw again and take out the other eye. While it probably had a nose stronger than a bloodhound, it wouldn''t spot me too quickly before I got the other eye.


    A hand gripped my back, and I turned to see Mekael shaking her head. "It''s forbidden to hunt and eat sapient creatures. By the forest, god''s law, animals may eat us, and we may eat animals. We''ll find our prey elsewhere.


    "How do you know its sapient?" I asked.


    "Its qi is fluctuating to in a controlled manner. You can''t sense it yet, but it''s pushing against us. That isn''t something just any animal can do. When a god manages it, they use it to speak with us. I''ve used the same method and conversed with it." Mekael said.This story originates from a different website. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there.


    "So, what are we going to eat," I said and held up a shaking hand.


    "I found some more moose follow me," Mekael said.


    Before I turned to follow her, I caught the T-rex''s gaze. There weren''t any facial expressions to go by, but there was some emotion in the giant lizard''s eyes. It was utterly unreadable but something. Whatever Mekael felt, I couldn''t determine. The monster licked its bloody snout while staring at me.


    "She''s saying happy hunting, or I hope your hunt is amusing. It could also be I will be amused by your hunt. Don''t let it get to you; she''s just marking her territory. She also says you smell exotic. That either means she wants to eat you or keep you as a pet. Giant lizards are weird sometimes." Mekael said.


    I took her word for it and followed her to a small moose herd. While the moose, the T-rex snatched could have weighed around 3tons. This herd varied. Some were heavier than the moose the giant lizard snatched up, while others were much smaller. Size really wasn''t my concern for the most part. As it turned out, these moose shared the same evolutionary pathway as the elves. They were one gender.


    When I fired my arrow, I didn''t think much of it. One of the larger moose sounded the alarm while the moose ran. The shot moose charged deeper into the forest, and I used the tree limbs above to not only follow but keep a bird''s eye view. The animal didn''t get far before succumbing to its wound and collapsed.


    Unfortunately, the second the thing fell, a pack of scavengers swarmed it. I pulled back my bow and prepared to cut the wild dogs down, only Mekael to stop me again.


    "If you start killing them, they will remember you, and the next time you hunt, they will wait in ambush. There are other options. We passed a bush that bears delicious fruit this time of year, and we can fish in the nearby pond. Or, if you''re feeling particularly adventurous, we can go down to the beach and dive for fish near the reef. I haven''t had soft-shelled crab in lately." Mekael said.


    Instead of going to the beach, we chose a nearby river, and I managed to put my bow to good use and shot a fish out of the air mid-jump. Of course, I also had to dive into the river and find the skewered fish and arrow. Fortunately, the climate was warm, and my spandex dried quickly. Swimming to shore would have been impossible if I hadn''t taken off my weights beforehand.


    We started a fire on the lakeshore and cooked the fish there. I ate nearly 10 fish before I felt full enough to think about anything but food. With my mind clear, I thought about the day and couldn''t help but wonder why the elves didn''t farm. The elves hunted and gathered everything they needed, from what I could tell. Growing particular edible plants for raising meat animals hadn''t been implemented yet. The elves, in essence, hadn''t taken the first step of their evolution. It also limited their population.


    I decided then that my first step when things calmed down was to find a plot of land and farm.

 CH20: Constant

    From my experience, the difference between learning breathing techniques and constant was analogous with cars. If pre-constant sea god breathing was like driving an old Ford pickup, then constant was a hypothetical self-driving nuclear car that could run for a thousand years. I needed a start-up time to even use breathing techniques that disadvantaged me against constant users. Going from consciously using the breathing technique to constant was different enough to give me whiplash. The feeling was like going from a 1995 ford to a 2040 self-driving nuclear-powered car. Night and day barely described the feeling of constant and continuous power. While I couldn''t store infinite power, I felt my power infinitely regenerate. In that regard, it felt like my old clunker gas tank, and the engine was replaced with a tritium nuclear battery.


    In only two days of constant torture and a lack of sleep, I slept through the night on the third day of my training and woke up differently. Instead of feeling my strength ebb away, I hit my rock bottom and began the slow rise. My strength, speed, and defense recovered to their normal superhuman levels and continued to rise. My skin took on a slight glow like the elves around me, and I felt stronger than I had ever been.


    Without my healing factor, I wouldn''t have been able to handle it. For a while, as my strength fell, I thought it would fail me, and I would die. My problems weren''t solved, but I felt like my old self, and the confidence that led me to forcing my dick down Samael''s throat reared its ugly head. I had been too passive while I let myself adapt to constant, now was the time to act.


    In the early morning light, I cornered the young elf in charge of delivering food to Zosimael. The elf gave me the stink eye and looked ready to drop her delivery on the ground and throw hands.


    "If you think a day of constant will help you match a real warrior, you''re mistaken, Mister." The cocky elf said.


    I snatched her up by the throat before she could move a muscle. She flailed as I choked her breathing technique. "If you can''t breathe, what use is your technique. You might be a warrior, but you''re a bit too young and dumb to give me trouble." I said.This content has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere.


    So, I was a little cocky. That was normal; I just got my power up and felt like my old self again. I felt good and could be forgiven for feeling cocky. All my teeth were back and honestly in better shape than ever. Thanks to my healing factor and diet, the weight training had already given me some gains thanks to my healing factor and diet. I killed a bull moose just yesterday and hoisted it off the ground with some rope a carved pulley wheel. While most of the meat went to the smokers and would later be distributed, I stockpiled some at Zosimael''s home. That led me to the conclusion I shouldn''t directly confront the minister of supply.


    Cocky or not, now wasn''t the time to make waves. Now that constant was mastered, I could focus on mastering my island obliterating fist. Mekael was waiting for me at our normal training field with a treat ready. But, first, I needed to settle some business with the minister of supply without making an enemy of her or letting her know I knew about the poisoning.


    "I need to know where I can find the minister of supply," I said.


    "Blow me," The elf said.


    I honestly didn''t know if she was serious or not. Elven society was filled with trades of sexual favors, and this could be precisely that. On the other hand, she could be suggesting an actual sexual trade. If that was the case, then sure, I guess it probably wouldn''t take that long going by her hardening dick. Despite my better judgment, I loosened my grip.


    She sucked in a breath and let it out, and threw a punch aimed at my throat. I moved a little to the side to dodge her attack and kicked the side of her forward-facing foot, and while she was off-balance, I moved in close. She fell forward and caught herself on my chest; I stared down at the teary green-eyed elf and blushing elf.


    "I like the hair on your face." The girl said.


    "Thank you for the compliment; you have pretty green eyes. Before were you bargaining with me or¡­."


    "Yes, I like blowjobs. The other warriors say I''m too small and don''t like sucking on me. I forage all the fruit I can, but no one wants any of me." The little green-eyed warrior girl said. Elves were hard to place their age once they fully matured. Mekael was around 60, from what I could tell, and Zosimael was closer to a millennium.


    "What''s your name?" I asked.


    "Temael, I''m great at poison, the blowgun, and sneaking around. Could you lick inside my urethra too? The other girls like to cum inside my cock and fill my balls even more. I''m so pent up I can''t stand it." Temael said.


    I sighed and pulled her furs down in the alcove between tree houses. She wasn''t the tallest elf and was relatively petite, like she said before. Even her breasts were only A-cup compared to other elves. She wore her black hair below her shoulders, brushed out and tied with a few cosmetic bones braided into the strands. She was definitely fully grown; that was unmistakable. Her height topped out at 6ft, while most elves were 7ft or taller. I could only imagine the torment she received from her peers. One blowjob wasn''t going to kill me, and then I felt for her futa cock and balls.

 CH21: Temaels Balls

    Petite or not, her balls were swollen to the size of golf balls, and her futa cock was massive. Too small, my ass; it was the largest thing I''ve seen not on a horse. She looked down and bit her lip at seeing me handle her cock. Her green eyes fluttered eagerly. Despite how mouthy she had been, she seemed to have nothing to say now. Her large pink foreskin covered the head of her cock even as it swelled.


    I pulled the skin down, and she moaned while the reddening pink head of her cock swelled, and she watched large shining green eyes filled with eagerness. I stuck my tongue out and licked her tip. The massive organ twitched, and a small gush of pre cum splattered out and ran down her shaft like a volcanic eruption. A thick string of cream ran down to hang from her massive sack before dripping down to the branch we stood upon.


    I licked her urethra and felt the pliant skin shift for my tongue even as she gushed to give me a taste of her essence within. Essentially every lick was rewarded by a sweet, creamy explosion of elf spunk from all the young warriors who came in her hungry cock. With every lick, her monstrous orifice stretched and relaxed to give my tongue entry while she poured nearly a pint of pre in my mouth.


    "You''re so good at this I can''t hold back much more." That was a solid warning, and I was thankful for it, but it was unnecessary.


    Mount Temael had been erupting a little at a time since we started, and the main event drew ever closer by the pulsing of her massive futa cock. I reached down and slipped a finger under her sack to test the waters of her soft elven pussy.


    She parted like the red sea damp as could be and was receptive to more fingers. By the third finger plunged in to the knuckle, she groaned, and I felt her pussy tighten. Then, finally, Temael came in a gushing burst creamy and white, filled with all her youthful passion and teen angst. By the time she stopped, she was shaking.


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    Temael looked up at me with glazed eyes. She grabbed the tip of her cock and stretched her urethra open, and seemed to think about it. She lifted her sack revealed the tight elf pussy beneath.


    "I heard you weren''t an elf, so I can''t get pregnant. So please pump me full."


    She was a mess and covered in her own cum. More than a little of it smeared around her elven cunny, and I was sure she had a high chance of getting pregnant from it. If she did take loads from her friends, then it was likely she had multiple sets of sperm waiting to be unleashed. Who knew what kind of genetics lived in her balls? But I knew it was apple-flavored.


    I had shit to do, and ironically, I wasn''t made of wood despite having it at this point. As transactional as it felt for me clearly, she had other ideas. If humans and elves had one thing in common, it was thinking with our dicks. She clearly wasn''t thinking about consequences when she grabbed a massive handful of sperm that dripped down to pool at her balls and rubbed it against her pussy. Maybe that was why I felt such a connection with elves. Did they also fall in love with those they fucked?


    My dick was hard, and the little elf with a massive dick clearly wanted to be fucked. I had a few hours before I had to meet Mekael, and I would feel better after getting my rocks off for once. With that in mind, I slipped out of my body glove and pushed my dick against her massive sac. Cumming once didn''t do a damn thing to shrink her balls. Her sac was completely covered in elven sperm, and she had already rubbed it all in her pussy. I might as well get a little more lube.


    Her pink lips were tight despite taking three fingers before. But, of course, with all the lube lathering her pussy a slight tightness wasn''t stopping me. I slipped inside, and Temael groaned. I continued my prompted entry and felt her moan as I bottomed out. Her massive sac flowed over my shaft and sandwiched my own balls between hers. Her futa cock started dripping pre cum again as she flexed it just to slap me over and over on the chest.


    "I didn''t think anyone would want my pussy. I''m so small, and the others don''t want small children." Temael said.


    Unless this elf was insanely lucky, she was about to have a child regardless of her fellow warrior''s feelings. Squelching sounds accompanied each thrust as I prepared to do exactly what she wanted. I pushed her cock up, and she came again, splattering her breasts with her own futa cum. She pushed against me rubbing her breasts against me. Really how was she not pregnant yet.


    I bottomed out again, and she moaned. Then I came inside of her filling her up with everything I had. Temael groaned and relaxed. "So, where is the minister of supply," I asked.


    "Two tents down from the smoking tent. You can''t miss it; there are scrolls and helpers everywhere." Temael said.


    I cleaned myself with a rag from my inventory and tossed her a towel. Then, I dressed and headed for the smoker tent and the minister of supply with that done.

 CH22

    While it wasn''t early in the morning, it wasn''t late in the day either. Elves were either bringing in food collected from the wilds or game hunting. How none of them thought of farming by now was beyond me? It could be the stereotype or a flaw in the elven mentality. Elorael''s people would rather sacrifice their people than farm, or their island might not have been suitable for farming. Numerous factors could have affected her situation.


    My farming plan was on the back burner for now while I looked for any legitimate reason not to farm. It could have something to do with the seemingly sapient forest god. If that were the case, then perhaps it needed to die. As a human from a modern world, the thought of killing a giant animal didn''t seem impossible to me. Despite its giant size, abilities, and intelligence, I didn''t think it was impossible to beat.


    Even if I had to get eaten again to beat it, I''m sure there was a way.


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    As I approached the minister of supply''s tent, I wondered if I could trade a sexual favor for this. My only saving grace was that they looked female. They weren''t male or female, but they looked female, and my translation used female pronouns, which was good enough for me. I probably didn''t want to know what they really called me when I heard he.


    Since it wasn''t the early morning or midday, the supply tent wasn''t busy. Instead, a single important-looking elf busied herself with counting stacks of hide. Keeping up with supplies without a writing system must have been difficult. I couldn''t imagine having to do something like that.


    The supply minister had white almost milk or polished white marble paleness about her from long hours spent inside the supply house. Young elves worked moving in lines reporting to the minister like a long line of ants coordinated to the point of redundancy. They moved with an almost uncanny synchronicity timing, even their breathes. I couldn''t observe her work long before she looked up from her work at me.


    "What are you doing here?" The minister said.


    "I''ve come to inform you that supplying Zosimael is no longer necessary. I will take responsibility for feeding her from now on." I said.


    "An interesting method to kill her off and take her home. You must be close to becoming a warrior of our tribe. What does she think of your plans?"


    I blinked at the repose. In three sentences, she accused me of theft, attempted murder, and questioned my legitimacy, all the while establishing a motive. Now, if only she used her paranoia to look for the poisoner who gave Zosimael dementia in the first place. But then again, it was likely the minister was the one behind it in the first place.The author''s tale has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon.


    My options were defense or offense, and I disliked taking the back foot. She was disorganized, and I imagine if the stacks of hides were replaced with dyed wood chips or something equally easy to keep up with, the room would seem less cluttered. Really why couldn''t the elves just develop a writing system? It would make all of this easier. The elves clearly weren''t stupid, but who would think of writing before writing?


    I felt leery of establishing it myself. Benefiting a society that knocked my teeth in didn''t seem very advantageous on my part. The forest tribe would have to do a lot better than it had been to earn that from me. Something so revolutionary wasn''t in the cards now. There was too much on my plate now.


    At the end of the day, I was already going to fight Samael, but at the same time, I didn''t want to make waves beforehand. Rock the boat too much, and it will capsize. That''s how I felt about this situation.


    "Alright, then we''ll just toss out the food you give us while she recovers from the poison you''ve been feeding her. I''m sure once the chief finds out your home will be vacant enough, and maybe Glorael will give it to me. She seems rather attached to Zosimael." I said.


    "You don''t have any connections to our tribe. The chief will hear your words as the mad ranting of an outsider. Zosimael is sick because she''s lived for too long, not poison. I assure you she has good and bad days, but that is no reason to suspect poison." The minister said.


    "Then we''ll have an experiment. How long will she remain herself without eating any food you supply?" I said.


    "Don''t be a fool; she''s sick; a relapse will happen eventually; it always does." The minister said.


    "Would a blowjob convince you?" I asked.


    "I''m not a child who can be tempted with cheap flesh. You''ll have to do better than that. Didn''t you bring back a moose recently?" I nodded. "That is impressive; you haven''t been a part of the tribe long, and already you''re bringing in quality meat. You could go far with the right sponsor. Zosimael is a troublesome old shrew; she hasn''t had much sway in the past two hundred summers. I heard you had some trouble with a girl that came with you. Elorael is a dark-skinned elf with such a fine cock and finer pussy. But Glorael wasn''t keen on mixing her blood with a foreigner. That''s made Samael even more determined to make that islander elf her mate. You''ll need someone more powerful than Zosimael to deal with that girl." The minister said.


    I toyed with the idea of unleashing an island obliterating fist on the spot. She obviously knew about the poison and didn''t want her cured. More than likely, Zosimael''s poisoning allowed her to gain power when a hole opened from Zosimael''s dementia. That or this bitch believed it was really dementia and wanted to help me. There was the option she wanted to use me to open a hole to make Elorael available. For all I knew, she wanted me to make a mess of things so she could force me into trading my ass for help. All of those thoughts flowed through my mind, not so much in words but as a feeling.


    It hit me then why there wasn''t a chance in hell I would get any real help and why she wanted to poison Zosimael. The reason why Glorael let this happen and why no one lifted a finger to stop it. I looked up at the mighty tree the whole tribe lived in and knew there weren''t any shoots poking out around it from memory.


    "It sounds like Zosimael would crush all of you if she regained her senses." All the minister gave me was a flicker as she looked away.


    "I''m not scared of that old bitch. Who would be scared of someone who doesn''t even know where they are half the time?"


    "What about a powerful, experienced, and ruthless warrior that finds out she''s been poisoned for ages by her own tribe."


    "You don''t know anything. There is a reason elves don''t live more than a thousand years. We get lost in our memories and become a burden on the tribe. It''s all we can do to take care of an old warrior whose best days are behind her. Its holy law decreed by the avatars of the forest god."


    Now, this was getting juicy. I didn''t think she was referring to a type of elf either. Could the forest kaiju use its young to communicate with sapient species? Is that where all the edicts are coming from? I decided to put that thought to the side and focus on what was at hand.

 CH23

    While it wasn''t early in the morning, it wasn''t late in the day either. Elves were either bringing in food collected from the wilds or game hunting. How none of them thought of farming by now was beyond me? It could be the stereotype or a flaw in the elven mentality. Elorael''s people would rather sacrifice their people than farm, or their island might not have been suitable for farming. Numerous factors could have affected her situation.


    My farming plan was on the back burner for now while I looked for any legitimate reason not to farm. It could have something to do with the seemingly sapient forest god. If that were the case, then perhaps it needed to die. As a human from a modern world, the thought of killing a giant animal didn''t seem impossible to me. Despite its giant size, abilities, and intelligence, I didn''t think it was impossible to beat.


    Even if I had to get eaten again to beat it, I''m sure there was a way.


    ¡­


    As I approached the minister of supply''s tent, I wondered if I could trade a sexual favor for this. My only saving grace was that they looked female. They weren''t male or female, but they looked female, and my translation used female pronouns, which was good enough for me. I probably didn''t want to know what they really called me when I heard he.


    Since it wasn''t the early morning or midday, the supply tent wasn''t busy. Instead, a single important-looking elf busied herself with counting stacks of hide. Keeping up with supplies without a writing system must have been difficult. I couldn''t imagine having to do something like that.


    The supply minister had white almost milk or polished white marble paleness about her from long hours spent inside the supply house. Young elves worked moving in lines reporting to the minister like a long line of ants coordinated to the point of redundancy. They moved with an almost uncanny synchronicity timing, even their breathes. I couldn''t observe her work long before she looked up from her work at me.


    "What are you doing here?" The minister said.


    "I''ve come to inform you that supplying Zosimael is no longer necessary. I will take responsibility for feeding her from now on." I said.


    "An interesting method to kill her off and take her home. You must be close to becoming a warrior of our tribe. What does she think of your plans?"


    I blinked at the repose. In three sentences, she accused me of theft, attempted murder, and questioned my legitimacy, all the while establishing a motive. Now, if only she used her paranoia to look for the poisoner who gave Zosimael dementia in the first place. But then again, it was likely the minister was the one behind it in the first place.Help support creative writers by finding and reading their stories on the original site.


    My options were defense or offense, and I disliked taking the back foot. She was disorganized, and I imagine if the stacks of hides were replaced with dyed wood chips or something equally easy to keep up with, the room would seem less cluttered. Really why couldn''t the elves just develop a writing system? It would make all of this easier. The elves clearly weren''t stupid, but who would think of writing before writing?


    I felt leery of establishing it myself. Benefiting a society that knocked my teeth in didn''t seem very advantageous on my part. The forest tribe would have to do a lot better than it had been to earn that from me. Something so revolutionary wasn''t in the cards now. There was too much on my plate now.


    At the end of the day, I was already going to fight Samael, but at the same time, I didn''t want to make waves beforehand. Rock the boat too much, and it will capsize. That''s how I felt about this situation.


    "Alright, then we''ll just toss out the food you give us while she recovers from the poison you''ve been feeding her. I''m sure once the chief finds out your home will be vacant enough, and maybe Glorael will give it to me. She seems rather attached to Zosimael." I said.


    "You don''t have any connections to our tribe. The chief will hear your words as the mad ranting of an outsider. Zosimael is sick because she''s lived for too long, not poison. I assure you she has good and bad days, but that is no reason to suspect poison." The minister said.


    "Then we''ll have an experiment. How long will she remain herself without eating any food you supply?" I said.


    "Don''t be a fool; she''s sick; a relapse will happen eventually; it always does." The minister said.


    "Would a blowjob convince you?" I asked.


    "I''m not a child who can be tempted with cheap flesh. You''ll have to do better than that. Didn''t you bring back a moose recently?" I nodded. "That is impressive; you haven''t been a part of the tribe long, and already you''re bringing in quality meat. You could go far with the right sponsor. Zosimael is a troublesome old shrew; she hasn''t had much sway in the past two hundred summers. I heard you had some trouble with a girl that came with you. Elorael is a dark-skinned elf with such a fine cock and finer pussy. But Glorael wasn''t keen on mixing her blood with a foreigner. That''s made Samael even more determined to make that islander elf her mate. You''ll need someone more powerful than Zosimael to deal with that girl." The minister said.


    I toyed with the idea of unleashing an island obliterating fist on the spot. She obviously knew about the poison and didn''t want her cured. More than likely, Zosimael''s poisoning allowed her to gain power when a hole opened from Zosimael''s dementia. That or this bitch believed it was really dementia and wanted to help me. There was the option she wanted to use me to open a hole to make Elorael available. For all I knew, she wanted me to make a mess of things so she could force me into trading my ass for help. All of those thoughts flowed through my mind, not so much in words but as a feeling.


    It hit me then why there wasn''t a chance in hell I would get any real help and why she wanted to poison Zosimael. The reason why Glorael let this happen and why no one lifted a finger to stop it. I looked up at the mighty tree the whole tribe lived in and knew there weren''t any shoots poking out around it from memory.


    "It sounds like Zosimael would crush all of you if she regained her senses." All the minister gave me was a flicker as she looked away.


    "I''m not scared of that old bitch. Who would be scared of someone who doesn''t even know where they are half the time?"


    "What about a powerful, experienced, and ruthless warrior that finds out she''s been poisoned for ages by her own tribe."


    "You don''t know anything. There is a reason elves don''t live more than a thousand years. We get lost in our memories and become a burden on the tribe. It''s all we can do to take care of an old warrior whose best days are behind her. Its holy law decreed by the avatars of the forest god."


    Now, this was getting juicy. I didn''t think she was referring to a type of elf either. Could the forest kaiju use its young to communicate with sapient species? Is that where all the edicts are coming from? I decided to put that thought to the side and focus on what was at hand.

 CH24

    My glasses pinged my qi rating to a 6 after gaining constant, but that wasn¡¯t the end of it. While I slowly gained a little more qi with every breath, the only usable qi was a 6. If I could stimulate that power on my own, my number would increase.


    Instead of breathing, I focused on my technique and slowly freed the power. That proved more difficult than I thought. While the power began to generate, and my output went from 6 to 10, it wasn¡¯t stable. My grip on that power vanished, and the technique fell apart. Island obliterating fist was truly a powerful technique. But were there other techniques I might be capable of since I consumed some of the forest god¡¯s flesh.


    ¡°Can you teach me a forest god technique?¡± I asked.


    ¡°How far do your senses stretch? Can you feel my qi from where you¡¯re standing?¡± Zosimael asked.


    I focused on her and stretched as far as the limited sensation would let me to no avail. She was less than 10yrds away, but I couldn¡¯t sense her.


    ¡°Don¡¯t strain yourself; not many are gifted enough to sense even their whole bodies after gaining constant so soon. Besides, it won¡¯t serve you well to learn god light techniques in your duel. Tell me when you can feel the qi of those around you, and we¡¯ll return to it. But, for now, I have another potion for you.¡± Zosimael said.


    ¡°Is it another god potion?¡± I asked.


    ¡°This one appeared on our coast a few centuries back when Glorael¡¯s mother was chief. Its body was silver, and it could deflect god light techniques. Fortunately, it was an enemy of the god-king, and the great benevolent one finished the silver god off. Unfortunately, scraps of the silver god¡¯s body fell all over the forest, and I managed to secret a piece away. I planned to give it to a promising young elf, but you give a fantastic blowjob.¡± She uncapped her pot, revealing a bubbling silver potion that smelled like pennies.Stolen content warning: this tale belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences elsewhere.


    ¡°Why don¡¯t you drink it? I thought you would want more power to take revenge on the ones who,¡± Zosimael put her hand over my mouth. When she removed it, I spoke again. ¡°You must be aware of what they did to you by now,¡± I said.


    ¡°I¡¯m still waiting for the leopard to leap. Even if it''s true, I don¡¯t want to believe my tribe would hurt me. My children died in a war against the skull tribe. If I believe what you suggest, then everything falls into question. I am not the only potion maker in the tribe, but I am the oldest and most experienced in the craft. I have experimented with others and created potions that can break worship''s limits of a single god. Our gods are jealous creatures, and pantheonism is forbidden.¡± Zosimael said.


    I looked down at the completed third objective of my challenge. Her dementia was based on a poison-laced in her food. While there were other possible vectors to poison her, I made sure to hunt for her. Zosimael has already begun hunting for herself and watching her food, from what I understand. She also takes a strange potion every day. I could only assume that it helped defend them from whatever poison had been used on her. Really it was amazing; all I had to do was open my damn mouth and ask a question to complete my task.


    Of course, there was also the threat of the chief getting involved. The minister might not have acted alone, and it¡¯s doubtful she would be able to continue to act alone. So, if the chief was involved, what would I do.


    ¡°Sometimes it''s better to do things slowly. You might not have much time, but some progress is better than none, and drink the potion.¡± Zosimael said.


    I turned it up and drank the thing down. This time I could feel the effects. My own qi attacked the ingredients, breaking them down and adding power to my body. The attack was vicious as it was quick.


    ¡°A forest god user would have trouble with that potion; the element doesn¡¯t work well with ours. Your water god should have been subsumed by the forest god, and you would have died. But because it was a stillbirth, the qi within was inert. Congratulations, you now have as much god flesh in you as Samael.¡± Zosimael said.


    I checked my reserve, and it read 5 instead of 6, but with every breath, that changed. The amount of qi I absorbed increased, and I slowly awoke my qi without using my breathing technique. At first, it was small, but then I felt my strength increase. My reading rose until it settled on 10.


    ¡°I think my body has more potential than Samael or any other elf.¡±


    ¡°Yes, I noticed your muscle mass is much denser, your center of balanced is built for combat, and your qi rises in you much easier. If there was a body made for combat, it is yours. However, be careful you don¡¯t flaunt it too much. Some would use you in their desires to expand our territory.¡± Zosimael said.


    I let my technique rise slowly and held it. From what I could, the technique was nothing more than a way to agitate my qi and force out more power. Using it, I unleashed more power for a short time to match the qi output of a kaiju waving its paws. That kind of power was destructive to me and to those around me.