Combat Healer Ch. 06
-- Monster Girl Harem - a dark past.
Submitted: November 10, 2022 to Literotica (Copyright 2021 Kaizer Wolf)
Tags:
harem, male lead, LitRPG, monster girls, mystery, femdom, group sex, threesome, big tits, dark fantasy, nonhuman, oni, elf, minotaur, holstaur, cowgirl, magic
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This fantasy story is a '
LitRPG
' (also called GameLit), which is a genre that involves some stats, much like a videogame. The overall concept of stats is introduced right away, but you can certainly enjoy the story even if you're not overall familiar with the genre, simply because most of the focus is on the story itself.
Like all my stories, there will be lots of hot sex once the main characters have had time to develop their relationships.
Hope you enjoy.
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- CHAPTER 6: Tale -
Many Years Ago
A young elf girl, with black hair and purple eyes, clung to her knees as she huddled in the corner of the room, her face and clothing covered in blood, her body trembling violently, even despite the roaring fireplace not far away.
She was surrounded by noise, mostly coming from outside, people talking urgently in loud voices, attempting to be heard over the cries of pain and the shrieks of agony, even as she heard a boy's name called out over and over again.
"Where's Allister? Someone get Allister!"
"Allister, over here!"
"Allister hurry, he's about to die."
"Allister, now this one."
"Allister, please help her."
She even began to hear voices she recognized, those who she'd been traveling with, who quickly learned the boy's name.
"Allister, please heal my husband."
"Allister, please save my father.
"Allister,
please help me
."
Before long, the sounds outside died down, and it became quieter, people speaking in hushed whispers now. Yet the girl still shivered as if she was freezing, horrifying images stuck frozen in front of her eyes.
The moment her mother's blood splashed all over her body, the whole person in front of her sliced into three separate pieces. The moment she saw her father cast a spell toward the onslaught, lighting up the darkness enough to reveal the hundreds upon hundreds of monsters descending upon him.
She didn't even react when she heard footsteps enter the doorway...
Only for them to rush over.
"Are you okay?!" a boy's voice asked urgently. "Shit, where are you hurt? Where did all this blood come from?"
His hand touched her shoulder then, and with it, an intense warmth spread throughout her body, thawing her out. She looked up into his deeply concerned and sympathetic eyes, feeling like she'd been lost in the darkness, and he'd suddenly pulled her into the light.
Yet, once her mind began working again, she could only think to say one thing.
"Allister," she whispered, her voice barely audible, echoing similar words to what she'd heard not long ago. "Please help me. Please save my father."
* * *
Mel seemed stunned that I'd survived for three months in a Dungeon when I was only a teenager and didn't even have a Focus unlocked. But what really encouraged me was not just her reaction, but the fact that she actually believed my story, whereas others would have dismissed it as a tall tale.
But not her.
She trusted that I was being honest with her and was eager to know more.
"How did you survive?" she asked seriously.
Still on our way to drop off my borrowed tome, we were slipping into another alley that would lead us to the main road just before our destination, so I waited another moment before responding.
I cleared my throat once we were moving with the flow.
"Umm. Well, it was horrible," I admitted. "Like, really horrible. I couldn't really fight the Scourge Beasts we ran across, and while the elf girl luckily had the Mage class, she only had
one
spell. Just one basic spell." I grimaced. "Which meant, every encounter was a fight to the death." I felt my chest tighten at all the memories threatening to flood my mind. "I got hurt a lot too, but I brought her back from the brink of death probably a hundred times. I healed her
shredded flesh
and
broken bones
probably a thousand times." My grimaced deepened. "And I listened to her scream in pain too many times to count. Every day was torture, for both of us. But most of all, for her. And all we could do was
survive
. To try to survive just one more day. To survive just one more
hour
."
"Oh Allie," she whispered. "I am so sorry."
"Me too," I admitted, feeling almost relieved to be sharing this, and to have someone believe me. "I won't pretend like everything worked out and it was fine. It was absolutely the most miserable time in my life, even more miserable than when my parents passed. And those three months felt like an eternity in hell." I sighed then, gesturing ahead of us and changing the subject. "Anyway, we're here," I commented, directing her attention as we turned down a wide alleyway that led to an obvious gate. It was guarded by one of the Elf Guard, one of the many perks of being associated with the Queen...and possibly a perk of being someone who slept with the Queen on occasion.
As was the rumor surrounding Sylvia Vanitas, the blonde elf with icy blue eyes who was supposedly a little over a century old despite her youthful appearance, and supposedly a good friend of the Elf Queen who had likewise ruled for nearly a century.
Of course, elves did have longer lifespans than the other races, maturing at the same rate as humans until they got to be in their twenties, but no elf in their hundreds looked like they were still in their prime. Far from it.
Whereas humans often began graying in their thirties or forties, elves didn't start looking older until they got to be in their nineties. A fifteen-year-old elf looked about the same as a fifteen-year-old human, only taller most of the time. But a thirty, forty, or even fifty-year-old elf often still looked twenty years old. And often acted twenty years old.
To some, it seemed a little odd that elves didn't really age once they reached twenty, but the way I liked to think about it was in terms of dying. Whereas humans matured to twenty years old, and then immediately began to slowly head toward death, elves were completely different.