Survival Shenanigans With Elf Mistress

Chapter 12 Worldbuilding My Ass!

"The broad categories are Sapiels, Insipiels, and Theols," Ellara began. "Sapiels are intelligent folk like elves, the most superior among the kind."

"Humans like you come next, you greedy, miracleless bastards. The corrupt Holy Kingdom in the West is made up entirely of them. They are the ones who hunted my kind to near extinction."

It was interesting for me to know that humans had actually carved out a niche in this world, even without magic. Perhaps I could cut out a deal with them and escape Ellara's bondage?

"Then we have demi-humans of different kinds. They are horned freaks built like tanks, or fox sly-boys pulling cons, or lion knights roaring into battle. I never really listed them."

"Druids are another of the Sapiels. They are guardians communing with nature."

"Finally, Demons make up the rock bottom. They're crafty creatures with rare magic, but were mostly hunted down to extinction by the Holy Kingdom."

I nodded, slurping my stew slowly—the one I had secretly enhanced with kitchen recipes for extra nutrition.

Ellara's voice was silky in her light form, lovely as hell. I loved to just retreat into my imagination where she was naked and choking that gorgeous voice on my dick, writhing and crying under me.

"Are you listening to me?" the Elf snapped, catching me spacing out.

"Yes, of course! Go on!"

Man, she was a bitch. I got hard-ons every day. Dark-Ellara wouldn't even let me bust a nut, zapping me if I even tried in private. "I'll burn it to a crisp, I swear, you monkey!"

Who does that? Was I to remain celibate all my slave life? I tried nothing while Light-Ellara was around, because she was such a Princess, and I wanted to impress her.

"Insipiels make up the next category," the Elf continued. "They are low-intelligence vermin. They are monsters rampaging like wild animals, slimes oozing around as pests, goblins like those we fought, breeding like the world is ending."

"There are many worse creatures than goblins, though," she added ominously. "The ones Chernobog commands."

"The last category is Theols, the unreachable. They are literally gods. Dragons, who rule as scaly overlords, breathing fire and hoarding treasure. There are elementals that are fire or water spirits controlling weather and the world's processes. We have deities pulling strings from the heavens or hells. Who knows. We never can see them unless they want us to."

I slurped stew, nodding like a student in class. It was a cool lore dump, but mostly felt like D&D for dummies. Where did otherworlders like me fit? Cannon fodder for the vermin and monsters, or the prophesied destroyer she had hinted at?

"So… Do you want to become a Theol?" I asked, sensing a pause to interrupt. She looked at me with a flicker of intrigue and then nodded.

Then her eyes went distant as if staring into a crystal ball. "I am born to be a goddess, after all. The Medley curse destines it,"

It was time to get some information about my own destiny. "What about Chernobog, the thing that brought me here? Is he one of them?"

Ellara nodded with a dark expression. "Yes, a Theol, and one of the most powerful, dark entities in existence. He is pure evil, meddling in Arcadia's destiny, a puppet master with infinite strings."

"I have to gain power and stop him from achieving his infernal goals."

She stopped, towering over me, her curvy form casting a shadow. "If you ever come across him, don't accept his offer! Deals with devils will have your soul twisted into knots. Once you're in his grasp, there is no escape. You'll be enslaved forever."

I slanted my eyes at Ellara's hypocrisy. She was warning me about an enslaver, as an enslaver? Give me a break. I secretly wished against my will that Chernobog would appear to me and offer a better deal, one without the teasing dominance.

Curiosity popped into my brain. "Did you run into me accidentally, or were you actually looking for me?"

Ellara tucked her beautiful hair behind her ear and looked away. Dark-Ellara appeared. "You're smarter than you look, mongrel. Yes, the astrological signs pointed to this hill, that an otherworlder would appear like a falling star."

She sighed as if she had just had a breakup. "But I expected a knight with a flaming sword, not a lowly human pervert like you, ogling my body every chance he gets. Enough for today. Let's continue on the journey."

Walking the next day through misty woods, we came across trouble. A rabid wolf pack ambushed us. They were taller than wolves from Earth, eyes demonic red with rage.

Dark-Ellara tossed me my enhanced knife, the one I had upgraded in secret, but she had confiscated. "Fight, protector! If you falter, you'll become dog food."

We went in together, but I was a sideshow at first. Her multi-magic zapped the animals. Shadows, vines, and lightning combos danced a grave festival on those wolves. The forest lit up like a rave, with me stabbing around like a psycho chef in a frenzy.

But as the pack closed in, she lost her mojo and her magic faltered.

After the victorious fight, Dark-Ellara rewarded me with a larger stew ration. "Good slave... or should I say protector? Maybe I'll let you massage my feet next time."

I gulped in anticipation and went to sleep. More days went by. The wild animal fights kept me on edge, and when I was on the verge of losing my patience, something happened.

We went over a hillock, and I spotted habitation in the sloping hillside below. Whoa! There were huts clustered like a shantytown.

Smoke rose from fires, and a vibrant population went about their day. An Elf settlement?

"Who are these people?" I asked, panting and taking a swig of water from my leaf container.

"They're allies," Ellara said with a homecoming smile. "And they've been waiting for you."

I shrugged and scratched my head. "Why wait for me?"

The Medley Elf scoffed and began descending downhill, her body shifting to dark mid-step, the curves bouncing dangerously.

"You are special, Akira the Survivor, not a regular otherworlder. You are from a thousand-year-old prophecy."