Bulk Up (With Elf Chad) 1 - (Original Lit-RPG Fantasy, Muscular Elf!MC)
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In this world of magic and fantastic beast, there is a scale of order in regard to the various species.
This is a lesson all cultures were familiar with, some more than others depending on their situations. And elves were a rather peculiar side about it. Elves were known for many things: fair skin, blonde hair, a queen, magic tied to nature, archers and... weakness around other individuals.
Some may argue that the last bit was caused by the general existence of stronger entities praying on such a 'pure' and yet arrogant race, but the matter persisted - elves were above the common humans in the 'food chain', but they were also targeted more ofted due to several 'appealing' reasons that made them the finest prey for other groups.
This was a reality that was galvanized by elven culture - matriarchal in nature, the elven culture saw women as above men, with even the toughest of men appearing too feminine compared to other male counterparts from other races as hardly any put effort in physical chores, with the highest exercise was practice for archery. This in turns left a hefty burden to a slice of elves that were easy to manipulate, subjugate and then mindbreak.
This was indeed the truth... but, like many other rules, there were exceptions.
And young Tiffy was accustomed to one about her own kind.
Tiffy herself was anomalous due to her 'overly-plump' frame as some of her fellow elves would call it due to her incredibly large breasts, but she was hardly touched by those 'insults' considering her husband was overall positive over her 'happy curves'. As a young woman that had seen some interesting things in the span of 18 years of proper life, she was also accustomed to the familiar rumbling coming across the road that was her husband's visit to the village.
She beamed with delight, her blue eyes glowing as she stepped out of the house and dutifully waited for his arrival.
Like as usual, other women did the same, but their eyes were filled by two emotions that Tiffy once thought disgusting, but that now saw as reason of self-pride. Annoyance and envy.
The source of that personal confusion for so many ladies was a young man that was once ruled out to be a wimp like the rest. Born scrawny, then turned orphan by a hunting party gone wrong for his parents, Chad was always the lone wolf but one that was far from opposed to companionship.
Hence why Tiffy, the kind soul that she was, befriended him when they were both very little. They were always together, planning for the future, sharing ideas, and ultimately becoming quite the peculiar individuals within their elven settlement.
For Tiffy, this translated as her impressive control of natural magic, first as a healer and then as a 'combat druid', and for Chad...
It was muscles. The tall muscular elf that came along the street, dragging several cut trees with a single role latching those to his right arm, bore to her a proud grin.
That was Chad. And he was considered by many as a 'filthy savage'.
A silly thought that most men in the village shared, but that the women employed on a less hateful and more 'endeared' manner. After all, Tiffy could see the 'savage' appeal with her husband. He was muscular, bulkily so, but also quite revealing about it. He only had his underwear on, walking barefoot and covering not his succulent chest.
Chad had trained from the very day he could talk. He started to lift rocks, he started to go to runs, he started to use a small tree as his 'punching bag' while wearing protecting cloth around his knuckles, and he started to also hunt once he hit 10. Tiffy was always around to witness his progress, even helping him by using healing magic to him. In fact, it was through this process that Tiffy's own mana expanded as rapidly as it did.
With Elves hardly getting into fights, non-adventurers tended to not develop their magic beyond basic needs, but Tiffy was able to not only expand her mana abilities, but she also 'trained' too by testing out some ideas Chad gave her around medical spells. While she could not make a solid comparison, the elders had mentioned that she was truly 'as blessed as a Royal Elf' at this point. This meant very little to Tiffy, but she was glad that her focus on mana-related skills resulted in such praise.
Even more when those skills aided her beloved childhood friend to become what he was now at such a rapid pace.
Her smile widened as Chad paused to wave just at her. Tiffy waved back, waiting for him to walk away to finish dropping off the new supply of wood to the storage house, and then she walked back to the house to check if she had gotten all the steps right for lunch. Being a silly-minded girl at time, Tiffy admittedly was aware of some clumsy moments, so she tended to track her own steps and-
SLAM!
The loud noise echoes across the entire settlement, and Tiffy... shrugged. She had forgotten today was the monthly visit of the Orcs' representatives.
It was a decades-old custom where local orcs would, in the name of peace, visit to demand a challenge with the Elven tribe. For a very long time, orcs would beat elves and claim slaves off their women, but this all changed roughly a year ago, around the months leading up to her wedding, as Chad involved himself when the Orc representative wanted Tiffy as a potential slave.
Up to that point, Chad had completely ignored that matter, same for Tiffy to some extent. In fact, Tiffy came to accept Chad's view on the matter - it wasn't his duty to save a tribe that had mostly turned its back on him because he was born a man and because he took a path different than the rest.
Still, this proved to be the last mistake this representative made as Chad didn't hesitate to actually kill the tall green warrior with a single punch in the face. In a single motion, Chad suddenly was over him right as the fight started and he succeeded in snapping the brute's neck with a single jab.
The sight had been monumental for many, especially the elders as they saw Chad in a different light. Where once some still sneered at him for being a 'filthy beast' for focusing less on being 'elven' and more about being like one of those brutes, now they all looked at him in awe as he succeeded in breaking the Orcish victory streak.
The other orcs were shocked too at seeing this unfold, but while this should have led to some conflicts, it was all solved in a rematch. The daughter of the slain orc, Urog, challenged Chad in a fight once more to 'prove' he wasn't a 'fluke'. The resulting ending of that fight was-
"We're home!"
Chad's chirping tone, plus him carrying a grumbling orcish red-haired woman in his arms in a bridal carry due to the broken leg she got from their 'fight' made Tiffy giggle a little bit.
"Honey and... Urog, let me fix your leg~."
The redhead mumbled a 'thank you' as she was 'kindly' lowered to a chair, giving Tiffy the means to patch her broken leg without much of a fuss.
"So... I suppose you're staying over?"
A thin blush appeared on the green cheeks of hers at that 'simple' question, but the redhead nodded. "Y-Yes."
"I am glad but... I didn't get much ready for a guest-"
"I have snacks," Urog quipped nervously. "I don't mean to intrude."
For being an orc, Urog was a rather polite woman. That being said, it was also true that her husband fucked her silly so many times that it was fair to say that Urog had learned 'her place' in the household.
Now, with this detail comes a bit of a backstory: while Chad and Tiffy were married, their relationship was somewhat open - while Tiffy wouldn't see herself doing it with any other men as Chad was just that kind of lover that knew how to treat her so softly and nicely during sex, Tiffy had a bit of an 'awakening' the first time they had Urog over as a 'slave'. They had been unsure on what to do with her as she couldn't clean or help around the chores, but then a wet dream came to her.
She imagined herself in bed, right beside her husband as he was pounding the loud-moaning orc woman, the redhead's face in the pillow while getting extremely rough-fucked by her hubby.
The dream (and the idea) made her utterly wet. And Tiffy realized she kind of wanted to see her husband 'showing off' against some of those women. Orcs in particular came from a race that tied their relationships in an order of power and might, so it was fair to say that when she offered that solution, Urog had been somewhat interested to it and... she was utterly agreeing to it after a first round with Chad.
Despite some reluctance, her husband proved himself a stud in creampying the orc's womb full with his strong manly seed. And Tiffy was happy she learned some spells to temporarily render women infertile as to prevent any 'accidents' during this process. After all, she was aroused by her hubby rutting with other 'strong-looking' women, but she also didn't want him to make a family with them before she was with his child first (and maybe keep that privilege to just herself).
Even tonight things weren't any different. Chad had Urog in a mating press, with Tiffy nudely teasing herself as she watched the once proud orc woman moaning so sluttily and so gorgeously. The way her face contorted into one of bliss and submissions stirred in the blonde a deep desire to just call her a whore, a sex slave, a slut that kept on asking for her husband's meaty dick once every week!
And once he was done with her, pulling out his cock from her cunt and releasing a river of creamy cum onto the sheets, Chad would then turn to his wife, the woman raring for a round of tender sex, and give her just that. One would think that such a tame session would upset Tiffy, but the woman loved it soft and nice. The way his cock scraped against her inner walls, staining those with the thin layer of Urog's juices after pumping her full of cum - it was just too intense for her to demand something too rough.
Her body was already writhing in pleasure with the slow pace, any faster and she would lose her mind altogether and skip on remembering the perfect threesome in her mind.
Once they were done, the trio would cuddle up in bed and this was the best for Tiffy, her husband, and their 'slave'.
If only things could keep being the same but... power does attract power, and other races were soon going to learn of the abnormal strength of Chad the Elf.
AN
I got inspired by the Baalbuddy Chad Elf mini-comic, so here's a Chad Elf MC that ends up somewhat killing the strongest entities, rizzing up the females (and some unusual beings), and yet retain a healthy relationship in the long run. Gold diggers begone!
For FFN Readers: I am using Irvine (Elder's Floating Temple) by Ichan-desu for Chad, Tiffania Westwood as Reference for Tiffy, and Ris'taak/Risa by raiosmanis as reference for Urog.