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I looked up, arching my eyebrow in question.
“Simple, I began by being curious and wanting to study you. Little did I know that I’d fall in love with the interesting test subject I wanted to study.”
She giggled and, in that moment, I saw what our little girl—if we had a girl—might be like.
“I got the true treasure when I wasn’t even looking for it. Yet, I never gave up on my quest to find out what was different about you. Your body simply operates differently from a normal Olimeran. Which is a good thing, because it wasn’t just troll parts or phoenix ashes which make up the potion. It also has some of the blood I took from you.”
She reached into her pouch on the belt she had laid on the bed. From it, she pulled the emerald green potion she had shown me earlier. Peering at it, I could see vibrancy glowing from within.
“It took most of the viable portions of the troll’s body,” Rava explained, “and a fortune in phoenix materials but here it is.” Rava held it out for me to examine.
Concentrated Elixir of Otherworldly Reborn Troll’s Vitality
Quality: Legendary- Otherworldly
Duration: Single Use
Effects: Permanently restores all functions of the imbiber’s body to their optimal state of youth. From that point on, they will age at one half the normal rate, but the starting point is reset.
Due to the otherworldly aspect of this potion it also bestows the following benefits:
Strength receives a permanent bonus of 20% of the imbiber’s current Strength, even if this exceeds their racial cap.
Agility receives a permanent bonus of 10% of the imbiber’s current Agility, even if this exceeds their racial cap.
Durability receives a permanent bonus of 30% of the imbiber’s current Durability, even if this exceeds their racial cap.
Magic receives a permanent bonus of 10% of the imbiber’s current Magic, even if this exceeds their racial cap.
Soul receives a permanent bonus of 10% of the imbiber’s current Soul, or if the stat is currently inactive, it is revealed with a value determined by the nature of the imbiber.
Warning: Due to their nature, an individual may only ever take one Otherworldly potion. Attempting to take a second will result in the complete reversal of both potions and will most likely result in death.
“That is beyond impressive, Mistress. I bet you gained a level in alchemy for that.”
“Two actually,” she said with a smile. It was a long-standing complaint of hers that I gained levels too quickly, and didn’t appreciate the struggle involved.
“It sounds amazing, but you can only try this once.”
“Yes, my apprentice, but it gives me a chance at the only thing which is missing in my life. Otherwise, I already have everything I need.” She stroked her fingers through my hair as she spoke. “I’m here with you.”
Without another word, she popped the top off the potion and downed it. For all of two seconds, nothing happened—but then she went rigid, with her arms and legs both seizing up and sticking straight out. I steadied her hip with one hand and reached around her back with my other to hold her.
Her entire body was pulsing, and I could feel waves of Life, Growth, Fire, and Nature mana rushing through her body. As an undercurrent to it, there was a tiny sliver of ki which explained the other worldly part. Her eyes almost seemed to have a green glow pouring from them.
Then she gasped, sucking in a deep breath. “Oh goddess, I feel so alive.”
Before my eyes, her features softened. Rava had never looked old to me. I would have easily said she was in her late twenties if we’d been back on Earth—but now she appeared to be more lush—even ripe—as her body shifted and changed to resemble a woman in the blossom of her early twenties.
She moaned repeatedly during the process but didn’t appear to be in any pain.
She trembled, repeating over and over how amazing this felt. Then, she rattled off a host of notifications she’d gotten, telling me how much her stats had increased, as well as that my ki had created a nascent core inside of her.
Strength: 51
Agility: 88
Durability: 47
Magic: 152
Soul: 57
You have ingested an otherworldly power source. A nascent cultivation core has been birthed within you.
I started to ask her about her impressive Soul stat, but the activation of her Soul stat seemed to do something to our soul bond. Suddenly, I could feel her much more—it was difficult to describe—more thoroughly, I guess, than ever before. Our bodies seemed to be in sync at a deep, almost primal level.
She answered a couple of questions but then got an annoyed look on her face. “We can figure out what this means later. Right now, you need to put a bun in this oven. Give me a child, Rob.”
I didn’t make her ask again, nor did I immediately jump to it.
Rava might be my Mistress when it came to alchemy, but here, in the bedroom, I was in charge. Both of my hands rested on her thighs at the moment, and I gripped them, enjoying the feeling of skin which was more supple than it had been before. Her new vitality was making itself known, even as I touched her.
Then, I slid my hands around to her hips and pulled her right up to the edge of the bed. Leaning forward, I started kissing the soft skin of her inner thighs. She moaned softly when I kissed her skin and then blew on the moisture my lips had left.
“No, Rob, just take me.”
I shook my head, but didn’t otherwise reply. My fingers dug into her plush ass cheeks a bit more, and I pulled her forward till my lips made contact with her very wet center. I let my own little moan of delight vibrate against her skin.
I still had no idea how she tasted so much like strawberries. I didn’t know if it was an elven thing, or a Rava thing. Now, though, the flavor was even stronger—like the berries had just been plucked and washed, then instantly popped into my mouth.
My tongue danced over her labia, occasionally making brief contact with her engorged clit, but for the most part I just teased her. My hands held her firmly in place and I shifted one shoulder and then the other under her thighs, so that her legs were propped up on my shoulders, and she was spread wide for my dining pleasure.
And pleasurably dine, I did.
I began lapping at her slowly, pushing my tongue flat as I parted her labia and licked the full length of her sopping wet slit. She continued to beg me to just take her, but when she did, I tantalized her that much more by probing her opening with my tongue before returning to teasing her clit.
She was clearly more sensitive than ever before, and my senses told me that the vitality from the potion was still continuing its work inside her. An idea formed in my head, and I knew I wanted to time this so that when I filled her, the potion was at the peak moment of that vitality. I set one half of my mind to tracking the minor changes of mana within her system, while the rest of me was wholeheartedly intent on devouring her.
Rava was anxious to have me fill her, but the pleasure I gave her was too much. She couldn’t hold out and soon she was whimpering. “Goddess, yesss Rob. Don’t stoppp. I’mm soo close. Please let me orgasm.”
Each word was dragged from her, as though it were a prayer. I might not be giving her what she most wanted—but it wasn’t like I was denying her pleasure. I turned my focus almost exclusively to her clit and began to alternately lap at and then suckle it. At the same time, I slid one of my hands up and gently pushed first one, and then a second, finger into her.
As I did, Rava’s orgasm erupted and she clamped down on my fingers like she was holding onto them for dear life. Her body trembled and I felt her nails as she leaned forward, raking them across my scalp, down my neck, and then over my shoulders. Just as the first wave passed, I let up slightly with my tongue but re-doubled my efforts with my fingers—pushing her over the top again into a second orgasm.
I pulled my fingers back then and lifted them up to my mouth. I licked them and then pushed my fingers gently into her mouth. Rava reflexively sucked on them.
I groaned at the sensation and Rava said around my fingers, "Tastes like fertility, to me.”
I stood up slowly, pausing for a minute to demonstrate my deep appreciation for her full breasts. If it was possible, they were even perkier but slightly fuller than before. Then I stood up completely. With where she perched on the edge of the bed, her mouth was right in front of my cock.
Her tongue darted out and she licked the precum from my tip. As tempting as it was though, I pushed thoughts of her taking me into her mouth aside. My wife needed something from me. We’d have a long life together and my cock could fill her mouth many times, later. She was, after all, the best of all my wives at swallowing my full girth.
“Stars above, Rava, that feels so damn good. And you look wickedly delightful with your lips pressed up against my cock like that, but I have other plans for little Rob.”
Then I lifted her up and moved up onto the bed with her, setting her down onto her back. I used my knees to spread her legs further and then settled into my destined place.
Missionary might not be the best position, but Rava and I had previously determined it was the best position to maximize our odds. When we were trying to breed her, we mostly used this and doggy style—even if the rest of the time my elven beauty preferred to get pretty creative.
I didn’t hesitate. She was already soaked and swollen; no further lubrication was needed. I pushed my hips forward, and her lips parted to make way for me. I groaned and almost lost it.
Each of my wives were fit and tight, but whatever the potion did to her, it restored a level of elastic tightness that could only be matched by Lina and the particular anatomy of bunnygirls, which gave them a unique advantage in that regard.
I hadn’t been expecting this warm bliss and almost came. Hell, I groaned and on my second stroke I bottomed out—pushing her body to stretch to accommodate me. On my third stroke, I let go. Thick spurts of cum which I hadn’t been able to release for the past few days, given how busy Josie had been, all poured into Rava’s waiting pussy as my sperm raced for her womb.
The fact that this was the end of the longest dry-spell I’d had since first hooking up with Lina probably only made my load that much more potent. If my body didn’t have an almost zero refractory period, I might have held back—but instead, I let loose and moaned into her ear.
“Fuck, Rava, you feel so amazing. I’m sorry, but I just couldn’t hold back. With Josie so busy, I hadn’t cum in over a week.”
A woman likely didn’t want a minuteman who shot his load so quickly, but the look of pure bliss on her face told me that she loved the idea that her body was irresistible. “Lina would be so mad about that, if she were here. I’ll have to see what I can do about making up for lost time.”
With those words, she hooked her heels around my back and started pushing up into me, taking my still very erect cock deep into her and moaning with each thrust. She was good to her word, as our bodies remained connected at the hip. She fucked me with wicked intent, clearly desiring every last blast of cum my body could produce.
When she started to slow down, I took over and flipped her onto her hands and knees with a squeal. Once again, I grabbed her hips and began thrusting my full length into her with abandon. There was nothing gentle about this—it was a raw primal need to put my child into my mate. At that moment, her body existed for the purpose of taking my cock and nurturing my seed into a new life.
I lost track of time and realized that I had given up on timing my release for the optimal moment when the potion’s effect was at its max. At some point during the frenzy of our fucking, that point came and went. Instead of precision targeting, I was carpet bombing her pussy and she seemed to soak up every drop.
Eventually, we collapsed together back onto the mattress, and she cuddled atop me, with my cock still buried inside of her.
“Don’t pull out. I want to fall asleep like this. Maybe, if I’m really good I’ll wake up with you still inside me.”
I couldn’t make any promises because, while I didn’t have to sleep, I did feel lethargic. I wanted nothing more than to drift off to pleasant dreams with her. I don’t know how long I stayed awake, but I do know that eventually I was dreaming of pointy-eared elven children running around my legs, or bouncing on my lap while I kissed their mother.
Interlude 4 - A Mother’s Grief
Sema didn’t know what was wrong. She had a fever, but fairies didn’t get sick—at least not in the normal way. Ever since the battle where Natalie had died and Rob had destroyed that demon, something had been off. She had a cough which she couldn’t quite shake.
It hadn’t been easy reporting to her mother that Natalie had died. Both she and Natalie were actually Delicia’s daughters. And while the queen wasn’t supposed to have favorites, they were her favored—more so than Gamia, for all that it annoyed the power-hungry fairy.
At the news, Delicia had fumed and raged. At first, she had blamed the human, but that was just a mother’s grief. Not only had Delicia lost one of her few remaining fairies, she had lost one of the three who were actually her daughters.
Gamia had asked for permission to take one or more of the human’s wives and children as hostages, to ensure his good behavior. For a few days Sema worried that the schemer might get her way, but in the end, her arguments won out and Delicia instructed Gamia to restrict her activities to keeping watch.
The fairy who kept claiming to be Delicia’s heir didn’t take it well, but said she would abide by her queen’s orders. Sema thought about warning Rob of a potential threat to his family, but Delicia didn’t think that would be prudent, either.
For the first time in her life, Sema contemplated disobeying her mother’s orders. She might actually have done so, but she kept… losing time. There were periods of her memories, hours at a time, where everything was just blank. She didn’t know what it was, but was afraid to report it to her mother.
Delicia would almost certainly send another to take her place and ruin all the trust she was building up with Rob. No. She would have to figure out what was causing these blackouts on her own.
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Gamia, princess of fairies—as she insisted on being called—was still fuming. The queen had listened to that brat, Sema. It was only because she was Delicia’s direct offspring. The queen had completely disregarded the fact that Gamia was decades older and had infinitely more experience.
Gamia was only C-rank, but that was the highest rank any of the fairies could achieve with their mana cores—well, other than Delicia. Somehow she was A-rank, but wouldn’t share the secret with Gamia. It was yet another source of bitterness. Gamia bet Delicia shared the secret with her precious Sema.
No, the time for sitting on her hands and waiting had passed. If she could bind the human to herself, then she would become the new queen of the fairies. She didn’t need to bring him to Delicia, at least not until he had helped her give birth to a new male fairy. Then, she would become the mother of their race.
Yes, that was the way this would go. And Gamia knew the perfect way to achieve it. The human’s wives were all lesser races, but they were far from helpless—as much as it annoyed the fairy to admit. The bunnykin would be the most pliable, and she was treated as precious by the other wives, so that must mean she was special.
All Gamia had to do was take the one thing which the bunnykin couldn’t live without. Then, with his favorite wife and only son as hostages, she would be able to bind the human to her. Yes, that is how it would be.
Gamia smiled with her wickedly pointed teeth. This was a good plan. Now, all she had to do was convince Arial and Tina to go along with it. Of course, there was a reason she had selected those two fairies to accompany her to Yonderton—they were already well under her thumb.
Chapter 35 - Preliminaries
I walked into the arena thinking back to the few times I’d gone to a professional ball game. My dad had loved 49ers football, and this had that same feel. The stadium was smaller, though, and probably only had seating for 10,000. That was a fairly massive number, given that the stadium seemed to have been carved out of solid rock. Maybe it had been made by mages using Earth Mana, but it still seemed like that would have been a serious task.
Most of the seating was just stone benches, but there were of course box seats slightly raised above the stadium floor. These were actual wooden boxes, with only a light fabric for a roof, and plush seating put into them. The stadium currently had six raised stone platforms which were the battle rings. Each one was a thirty foot by thirty-foot square.
This was how the preliminary matches would be held. Six fights would happen simultaneously, pitting five contenders against one another. The fights weren’t to the death, but they weren’t just till first blood, either. A contender was considered out when they received a wound grievous enough to limit their mobility, their sword arm, or such that the referees determined they should not continue.
