Survival Shenanigans With Elf Mistress

Chapter 6 Damsel In Distress

Fucking beauty! Ah, I finally got a close-up view. The tight leather pants she wore were weathered, but didn't prevent her ass from looking like a ripe peach.

Her tits were huge for her height, but they didn't bounce as much, defying physics.

Being an ass-man, I lowered my lewd gaze to the area of interest. "Damn, that ass! The things I could do to it!"

"Focus, horn-dog!" my conscience berated me. "You're bleeding, not boning. Save yourself first! Escape! Survive!"

However, my pervy brain went wild, thinking up scenarios. What if… I helped the Elf in her battles, and after we won, she'd reward the hero. A ride on her private ax?

My common sense bitch-slapped me. "Damn, get your mind out of the gutter, Akira, before this isekai turns you into a corpse with a boner!"

Whoooo! A bullhorn rang out, followed by a roar of goblin crowds. Reinforcements poured out from either side of the bridge.

Until now, the supermodel Elf had been efficiently dealing with a few goblins at a time with her magic. The reinforcements changed the equation.

Now, she was trapped, fighting for her life. If one of the goblin weapons hit her, she'd buckle in seconds and be overpowered.

The Elf began panting, as if generating magic so fast was draining her too fast. Apparently, she had already realized she was going to lose, but she kept fighting nonetheless.

I bit my lip, considering my options. I could just abandon her and slip past the bridge. There was no call for heroism. The Elf would be fine by herself. The worst the goblins can do to the chick is defeat her, capture her, and then gangrape her—

I let out a sigh that almost released the soul from my body. Fuck! "I can't let goblins gangrape my girl! I just met her!"

There was no reason to rethink this decision. I grabbed the enhanced rock knife and entered the battle, screaming like a Viking.

Luckily enough, my reckless charge threw the goblin vanguard off balance. They toppled like dolls over each other. I dived into the pile, stabbing one and all fatally.

Screech! Screech! After sending a dozen to the afterlife, I rose to my feet and turned around.

The attractive Elf also looked in my direction. As our eyes met, butterflies fluttered in my stomach, and warm chocolate was poured on my heart.

Holy mother of gods, if a look could enchant you, this was it. The Elf nodded at me. Her moist, hazel eyes thanked me wordlessly before returning to fight her enemies.

"Ah, that hit the spot," I thought internally. My balls that had been twitching painfully since I arrived, felt a wave of happiness. Despite the blood loss and near-death goblin gangbang, the world seemed beautiful all of a sudden.

"Most beautiful Elf, I'm going to make love to you after this," I declared out of her earshot. "Remember this debt. I'll collect it right away."

She wasn't paying attention to me anymore. The Elf blasted a lieutenant Orc with mixed magic, her curse flaring like a glitchy aura.

The poor creature got hit by lightning, was burned alive, and stabbed by needles at the same time. "Fuck yeah, elf mommy! Zap em!" I encouraged her.

Now that the Orc numbers had thinned, I stepped closer to the Elf, with my back towards her. See, this wasn't me making a move on her. It was just battle tactics.

I turned around to see the woman cleave a goblin to death, the blood arcing like a fountain. Give it to them, mother of my children!

This was the perfect view! Sweat glistened on her deep cleavage, now spattered with red. I could smother my face in there for hours, regardless of being an ass-man. What a babe!

Anyway, don't think my presence was only for the horny sights. I wasn't useless in the fight either. Yeah, on paper, I was a regular guy with a knife, but my enemies died easily.

Apparently, the goblins were weak and slow. Stabbing them in fatal locations was easy. Was I stronger than the world's creatures by default?

Perhaps the skeleton dust I mixed in the knife's enhancement made goblins vulnerable to my weapon?

Not that I was invincible. I did get hurt in the battle. I was cut, bruised, bitten, clawed, battered, and licked. I don't know why the last one happened, but it did, and I'm not at liberty to provide you with details. Don't wanna talk about it.

In the end, the Elf maiden and I stood victorious over a mountain of goblin corpses. The rest of them retreated, making horrified noises.

It was time—the glorious time to face the damsel in distress and ask for my reward. I downed a vial of green juice to fix my wounds. Then I turned towards her.

The Elf's appearance seemed slightly different than seconds earlier. She looked smaller, and the voluptuous, comic book-like body I had been praising until now seemed humbler and more realistic. It was as if several years had been shaved off her age in an instant.

I furrowed my brows and squinted at her new figure, which was more princess-like and graceful. The Elf no longer appeared like a warrior.

Putting those things out of my mind, I cleared my throat and opened my mouth to speak in a rehearsed baritone voice.