Bulk Up (With Elf Chad) 2 - (Original Lit-RPG Fantasy, Muscular Elf!MC)

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Queen Viessa was... quite bored.

It's been three months since she got laid- properly laid, and it would be an understatement to say that she could fare enough with the few 'brave' elven men that were told to spend the night with her once in a while. Her mother, many centuries ago, had warned her that one day would come that their 'trick' would go undone.

Yet, it would be a fair point to say that Viessa had absolutely no clue on why the orcs had ceased their habits to seek confrontation and demand challenges. After all, she had made it possible for their 'enslavement' to be feasible. She had everything copied off her mother's and her grandmother's plans, seeing for their species being subjected to regular 'temporary enslavements' which then would provide the women a chance to taste proper cock and produce some of the finest ladies around.

Then again, this prompted for elven men to come out as wimpy worthless things. A sad circumstance, but with the average elven man hardly matching in size with other species, Viessa knew it was a needed sacrific.e

Until the entire process fell apart and the chieftains refused to resume it.

The Orcs were aggressive compared to other races. They were violent, highly-sexual and utterly ruthless, but their usual attitude had suddenly switched away from their thirst of breeding elves and had turned to... exercising. Weeks had gone by, and she just thought this passing trend would fade away. It did not. More questions came from this weird development and soon Viessa was, boringly so, looking for the one name that she had discovered being tied to this change.

An elven man, one that bore the name of...

Chad.

She was puzzled at the name, but she knew how some elven parents would give human names whenever they were 'giving birth to pure spawns'. And looking into the matter, she could see how this Chad was indeed the son of two elven parents that hardly strayed from the path and, ultimately so, died while fighting an aggressive tribe of goblins that had tried to make a nest near their village.

It was quite the romantic tale, especially since their son...

Their son was not normal.

Peering from the magical orb that she conjured, Viessa had been stunned on the spot that this Chad was indeed a bulky fellow. He was quite young and yet already bearing a physique that most elves would only reach through several hundreds years of training. Chad looked an athletic entity that was keen to never skip on exercises. Actually, his schedule was relatively simple: train in the morning, fuck his wife, train in the afternoon, have a date with his wife, train in the evening, and then finish with fucking with his wife.

It wasn't always the same as the orc harlot would tag along and the sex would get interesting. She found the notion of masturbating to the sight of a elf fucking a orc silly somewhat far more pleasant than getting fucked by the average elven male - then again, Chad had a formidable bitch-breaker at his disposal and one that made Viessa salivate at the thought of getting fucked with it.

Still, she decided against approaching him as the orcs adored the guy and would get murdery if their 'role model' was removed, but Viessa agreed she had to find a wya to handle him in a subtle but definitive way.

And that almost came in the form of a very unexpected turn during one of those afternoon trainings for Chad.

It started with a large shadow that soon was casted upon him while he was squatting. The sight made her puzzled as she turned the orb's attention upward and Viessa gasped at the sight of a dragon.

The mere notion that one of those powerful beings should have triggered an alarm of sort, and a migration even considering the size of it. Yet, the situation developed some more in ways she couldn't have predicted. While Viessa thought on what had to be done, if she should ditch the secrecy for the sake of sending mages to help with the evacuation... she froze up as the dragon adopted a more humane form and... then landed beside a smiling Chad.

The female dragon had white hair pulled in a long ponytail, orange slitted eyes and... holy fucking shit, the finest body Viessa had seen on a woman. Muscles, strong legs, abs, large breasts, thick thighs.

The dragon girl then walked up to Chad and... the two greeted each other by slamming each other palms and then squeezing, the impact producing a loud noise that made Viessa flinch briefly.

"Numma, took you fucking long enough."

The Elven Queen's jaw hit the ground at the crass way the man addressed the dragon, but the prideful creature merely smirked.

"I am aware, and I am sorry. My brother tried to challenge me a few days ago and prolonged the fight so much I had to break his wings, his legs and his arms."

Such a brutal response! And an apology to that!

"Shit, I don't have a sibling, but he sure as hell sounds a handful. How're you? Anything else interesting?"

"I want a rematch after the warm-up."

A... rematch? They have fought already?

No, wait! What if they intend for this to be sex!

That would be what she had been looking for, a way to disgrace the silly elf for trying to break the cycle of fun- enslavement that their people had to endure'. After all, poor Tiffy would then look for someone more 'understanding' and 'thicker' than her husband if he cheated on her.

But that hope perished as the warm-up started and Viessa felt the growing urge to groan as these two... they were too comfy around each other! It couldn't be sex, there wasn't tension, the passion!

Instead, what Viessa got was a warm-up and then the most intense clash she had ever seen. She knew that dragons were strong, but no one had told her that even in her human forms they could be so mighty. The ground shook with each slam produced by Numma's punches hitting onto Chad's guard, but the elf hardly showed any reason to flinch or recoil. Rather, he sponged each hit with ease.

His fighting style seemed to revolve around two phases, standard hitting and grapping. The former was employed to deliver exchanges with Numma, but soon both were tried to submit the other by limiting their mobility. The earliest attempts to grapple each other resulted in both getting hit by the other, lowering their HPs but also intensifying the clash to the point that Numma got flung onto the forest, crashing several trees she interjected with her 'flight'.

More punching and kicking, then the grabbing resumed. It never became sexual, but that didn't stop Viessa from looking and admiring the two rivals at work.

As a sheltered elf, Viessa would hardly admit to liking seeing proper combat- none of what some of the noble wimps preached about, but the way two muscular figures, sweating and clashing, seemed to bring the best out of each other. As blood and bruises came to both, their grins manifested a bond that exceeded what one would expect from interspecies comrades.

These two- these two!

"THEY ARE SO COOL~!" Viessa fangirled earnestly, eyes glowing with delight as she lusted after them with childish wonder on who would win the match. The Dragon or the Elf, the mighty creature or the abnormal humanoid?

In the end...

Chad won.

Nonetheless, it had been close. Both lied on the ground beside each other, and they appeared truly satisfied. Injured, wounded, battered, but nowhere near death.

"Happy?" Chad asked giddily and Numma nodded.

"Obviously!" There was a hint of pleasure throbbing from that interaction.

The spying ended that very moment, with tears flocking at her as Viessa was hit by a deep nostalgic memory of when she saw a little orc getting coached by his father on how to get stronger for the tribe... while his uncle was busy pumping her full of cum.

It was sad how she had been focusing so much on sex when pleasure could come from other ways...

"M-My queen, where are you going!?"

She had finished putting on an old training outfit (which may or may no longer fit with her frame) when she paused to greet the guard.

"Training. Your queen demands to know how to lift!"

...

Somewhere, somehow, a Chad sneezes. But after finishing to clean his nostrils, he resumes his chore of patting Numma's head as she resumed giving him the 'victory BJ' she had promised to him.

While they were friends and bros, that didn't mean that they couldn't make it somewhat kinky without devolving into outright sex.

AN

Do you even lift like a proper dragon?