Survival Shenanigans With Elf Mistress

Chapter 8 Jesus Christ

Like a matchstick striking a matchbox, a spark ignited, and the blanket of darkness was rudely removed.

Argh! Fuck! It hurts! I felt like a vampire from a cheesy flick struck in the chest with a wooden stake. No, it was more like a red-hot poker straight through my heart. No, wait, it was more like a warm dick in my cardiac muscles.

Realizing I could think irrationally again, I paused. Wait, am I not supposed to be dead?

The pain told me a different story. Every beat of my pulse sent fresh waves of crackling agony radiating out, making my vision swim with a hundred thousand black spots. I was barely breathing, and when I did, the breaths came in shallow, ragged, and miserable gasps.

"Fuck... This is hell," I wheezed, "Someone kill me, please!"

"Shh…" a female voice said softly. "The arrow was laced with goblin poison. Don't struggle, or it will hurt more."

"Fuck you! Screw your parents, and your unborn children!" I tried to snarl aloud, but mumbled nonsense instead. In fact, I had lost the ability to speak.

However, my intense physical strain and the resulting pain knocked me out again, and I don't know for how long.

"Mmmm…" My eyes cracked open the second time to a hazy blur of shadows and flickering firelight. I was on my back. My body was numb as if it had been thrown into a blender and made into a sausage.

However, from the lower body, I felt fire rising up my torso. What was happening?

My vision cleared just enough to register... Someone… Hovering over me? No sitting square on me... A… Naked female? Wait! Was I in heaven?

I squinted hard. Such gorgeous curves and smooth skin, glowing in the dim light could only belong to a broad from paradise. The woman was moving slowly and erotically, as if performing an ancient ritual dance over me.

Wait! My thing! Without a doubt, my dick was hard, and inside her! All of it! She was fucking me!

It was unreal. She leaned forward, and her breasts swung into my vision. Her long dark hair cascaded down, brushing my face with a silky touch.

Was it Ellara? The elf hottie from the bridge? Or was this my pervy brain's final gift, conjuring a stripper angel to ease the transition to the afterlife? I could still feel pain, so it wasn't heaven.

"If this is the end, at least it's in the company of tits like those," I thought weakly, trying to reach out for those elusive, puffy nipples. However, my arm flopped limp like a dead fish on the shore.

The woman swayed her hips hypnotically, her plump ass bouncing like a Pixar lamp. Her ample, majestic breasts heaved with each motion, hanging over me, inviting me to pluck those fruits. Fuck! My libido surged like a volcano.

Hallucinating or not, dying with a boner beats everything else. Crackle! Roar! A fire rose from our conjoined groins and reached my chest. The woman groaned loudly, bouncing over me with desperation.

Something exploded. Perhaps I orgasmed, I spat blood, or my chest imploded. I'm not sure what happened, but it was a stormy eruption like no other. I let out a scream as the flames reached my eyes and the world turned to blistering white.

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Gasp! Woke up the third time with a gasp, thinking I was stuck in a loop. I bolted upright as if someone had dumped ice water on me mid-sleep.

Both the pleasure and pain were gone. I coughed, and the effort ripped through my throat like inhaling glass shards. "Holy shit! I'm alive!"

My hands flew to my chest on instinct. I felt for the fatal wound, the gaping hole from that cursed javelin of the last goblin. It should've been my one-way ticket to game over.

"Umm?" Nothing but smooth skin registered under my fingers. A faint X-shaped scar remained as if from an old bar fight memento. It was slightly raised, crudely healed, but looked pink and sealed shut.

"What the actual fuck? Am I Wolverine now, regenerating like a boss?" I muttered, prodding the area tenderly. It was sore as hell, like a fresh bruise from a mosh pit, but completely healed. There was no oozing blood or ragged edges.

I took a deep breath. It was probably an hour from dawn, my survivor mental clock told me. It was a small forest clearing, probably not far from where I fell.

At some distance, I saw someone. I squinted to recognize the person as Ellara. She was hunched over a makeshift fire. Like a trad wife, she stirred a pot that smelled like heaven on earth. Meat? A stew? Herbs? The savory punch made my mouth water and my stomach growl.

"Food... Real food," I thought. My stock of berries suddenly felt like sweet shit-balls compared to this.

I staggered to my feet subconsciously. My legs were wobbly like a drunk, forcing me to steady myself on a tree trunk. Ellara noticed by resurrection but showed no surprise. I dragged my feet closer to her.

"Did you... Heal me with magic?" I asked. My voice was rough as gravel from all the screaming.

The Elf stirred the stew methodically, not looking up at first. Her dark hair fell like a curtain over one shoulder, making me fall in love all over again. When did she get the time to brush her lovely hair?

"You were too far gone for regular magic, fool. That javelin was cursed. It poisoned your blood and shredded your heart to ribbons."

She paused, ladling some boiling stew into a bowl fashioned from large leaves. "I had to use forbidden magic to bring you back; I pulled your soul from the brink of the void."

Forbidden magic? Soul? I was yet to understand the dynamics of life and death in this world. Regardless, not dying is always preferable to dying. "Thanks. I mean it. I thought I was a goner."

Ellara barely made eye contact, as if I were a third-class citizen, but handed me the bowl, nevertheless. I drank the entire thing at one go, even though it burned my tongue and throat. Once the food dropped into the stomach, my energy levels skyrocketed—HP recovery.

"Careful," the Elf said irately. "It would be a waste for you to die from a stew burn, considering the staggering price I paid to resurrect you."

I squatted where I stood and observed Ellara. "What is the price you paid?"

My mind went to the hazy dream of the naked woman riding my dick. Was it Ellara, healing me through a sex ritual? It was unlikely, since the attractive Elf was physically disgusted by me. I blew any chance of a future relationship on our first encounter by demanding sex as a reward.

This time, Ellara met my eyes. "The price was not collected from me, Akira the Survivor. You paid for it."

I raised an eyebrow. "Err… What exactly did I pay?"

She rose to her feet, removing her cloak. I gulped anxiously. Why was the Elf undressing? I was still weak, but I could definitely go for a sloppy quickie. It was a delusional thought.

Ellara pulled her tunic down a bit, revealing more of her massive cleavage. I wanted to perv immediately, and perhaps bust a nut since she was giving me a voluntary peek. However, my throat went dry all of a sudden.

At the center of the Elf's sternum was an X-shaped mark identical to mine. "My forbidden magic demands an unbreakable bond," she said, putting on the cloak again. "In return for your life, I have made you a slave—to spend your entire life under my command and at my service."

Ellara's tone was flat, as if she were discussing the weather or reading out a grocery list. I nodded to myself, slowly making sense of what she blurted out. "Wait, what?! A slave?!"