I Found a Door to the Elven Realm

Chapter 119: POV: Elf Girl in the Restaurant

[POV: SELENA]

Selena woke up and immediately peeled the sticky linen shirt off her skin like it was a layer of poison.

The fabric felt heavy and suffocating against her chest. Elven senses were a massive advantage when surviving in the deadly Evon forest but they were an absolute curse indoors. Her skin was far too sensitive to rough textures and lingering smells.

The faint odor of sweat and sex trapped in the fabric was a heavy reminder of last night and it made her nose wrinkle.

She tossed the shirt into a woven basket in the corner of her bedroom and stretched her naked body. A sharp, deep ache flared between her thighs and spread up to her lower stomach.

She walked over to the wooden wash basin resting on a small table near her window. The water inside was cold from the night air. She grabbed a handful of crushed green soap-leaves and began to gently scrub the sticky fluids and dried sweat off her pale skin.

The cool water felt amazing against her overheated body. Elves rarely sweated unless they were pushed to their absolute physical limits. Last night had definitely pushed her way past that line.

Selena looked down at her own body while she washed and she looked stunning and sexy as hell.

She was one of the most wanted women in the last generations as a permanent mate.

But now; her chest, stomach and thighs were painted with dark purple bruises, teeth marks and reddish bite scars. She belonged to him now. Until eternity...

The water running down her legs had a faint pink tint from where he had bitten her shoulder a little too hard. She felt aroused for a second there with pain and last night’s memories of pleasure mixed together..

Normally elven healing would clear up minor bruises in a few hours but Eren’s awakened Half-Elf mana had mixed with his saliva probably. The marks were literally branded into her skin and they would probably stay there for days. Another proof of how she belonged to that half elf now, as a maid-consubine or just a plaything. She wouldn’t mind whatever title she would get in the future.

As long as he treated her well and give her a child, she would love to be called even as a YakshaCow.

Just looking at the marks all around her body made her breath hitch and a warm rush of raw satisfaction settled in her chest.

Last night had been absolute fucking madness!

Eren had pulled her and Lyra into his arms and fu*ed them for hours alongside Emily. He would probably never stop having them, if he wasn’t going to a big trip to the other world today.

She had experienced wild nights in her youth with strong elven fighters. Elves were naturally energetic and could easily go for hours in desperate attempts to force a pregnancy. But Eren was a completely different beast. His awakened Half-Elf biology combined with his terrifying stat growth made him relentless.

It wasn’t just endless stamina. It was a raw, overwhelming hunger that felt wilder and far more validating than any polite romance she had ever experienced. He didn’t treat them like fragile glass figures. He tossed them around like he was actively trying to break the bed frame.

Damn, I can barely walk straight.But I’ve never felt more alive...

Selena smiled and tied her long green hair into a messy bun. Humans and dwarves probably didn’t care about these things but elves were deeply connected to their physical environment and their bodily sensations.

A night of total, messy fulfillment like that left an elf practically glowing with hope for days. She grabbed a fresh cloth dress from her wooden wardrobe. It was a simple forest-green wrap that left her shoulders and most of her legs bare. She didn’t bother with undergarments.

She walked downstairs to the main floor of her restaurant with a noticeable limp.

The tavern was quiet. The smell of stale Zen Wine and roasted Yaksha meat from the previous evening still hung in the air. She walked over to the large front windows and pushed the heavy wooden shutters open to let the forest breeze clear out the room.

She loved this place. It had become the unofficial gathering spot for couples and friends who wanted to escape the grim reality of their dying village.

The building itself was a relic from a better time. The heavy wooden tables and chairs were made from ancient Ironbark but they had no nails holding them together. The old generations of elves used to sing the wood into shape using high-level druid magic. Now the village was reduced to hammering dark pinewood stakes into the dirt just to keep the slimes and trolls away.

She walked behind the long wooden bar and touched the glowing blue Koen vines wrapped around the cold-storage box. The ancient elven magic inside the vines hummed slightly and kept the Yaksha meat fresh. She pulled out a large chunk of red meat and grabbed her carving knife.

[Cooking task initiated: Prepare a Grade 2 Meal]

The system voice in her head was always annoying early in the morning. Selena had acquired her cooking class almost a year before Eren arrived.

For lifestyle classes like hers, the Evon System worked differently than it did for hunters. While warriors gained energy from the death of monsters, people like her were trapped in a cycle of stupid repetition.

The damn system tracked every slice, every stir and every pinch of salt. It was like a silent, invisible supervisor watching over her shoulder.

Her class had two passive traits that only helped her identify if the meat was rotten or if the spices were fresh. Her single active skill barely enhanced the flavor of the food by ten percent. For those without combat skills, these automated tasks were the only way to grind levels without walking into the jaws of a forest beast. It was slow and frustrating but it was the only path to progression.

She sliced the Yaksha meat into perfectly thin strips and tossed them into a large iron bowl.

[Task completed. You gained 24 EXP]

Selena sighed and tossed her knife onto the wooden board.

She needed over five thousand experience points to reach Level 18. Getting twenty or thirty points at a time felt like absolute bullshit. She would have to cook roughly two hundred separate meals just to level up once.

The non-combat class system demanded a ridiculous amount of grinding for the smallest rewards. Sometimes she thought the system actually hated anyone who didn’t fight monsters with a sword.

She walked to the back pantry and grabbed a small sack of black rice. The humans probably had normal white rice but this Evon variant absorbed mana directly from the soil.

She poured a generous amount into a boiling pot and watched the water instantly turn a deep violet color. She needed to make something that would help him recover his mana after keeping the portal open. If she combined the black rice with some crushed Ezin flowers it would give a minor stat boost to his stamina.

The wooden front door creaked open and Rabbu-i walked in. The weirdest elf even among a lot of weird elves in the village.

The older elf woman was carrying a basket of fresh green apples from her orchard. Her class was a Forest Weaver which made her incredibly good at managing the fruit trees around the village edges but this crazy woman joined the hunting squad and was hunting around the village with Eren!

We knew she was crazy, but this is like watching a rabid male Eldic-Cat in mating with another male.

She was wearing practically nothing as usual. A few strategically placed leather straps and a short piece of cloth wrapped around her waist were the only things separating her from total nudity. She had zero shame and she carried herself with a lazy confidence that always drove the younger men crazy.

"You look exhausted." Rabbu-i dropped the basket on the bar and leaned her elbows on the wooden counter. She smiled wickedly. "And completely covered in marks. I see the human finally fucked some sense into you before taking Emily to his world."

Selena felt a warm flush creep up her neck but she picked up a damp cloth and kept wiping the bar.

"He is a Half-Elf now." Selena muttered without looking up.

"And he clearly knows how to use his new stamina." Rabbu-i reached out and picked a slice of raw Yaksha meat from the bowl before popping it into her mouth like it wasn’t uncooked yet. It was a meal in the eyes of the system maybe, but heating it to serve was another matter.

She chewed the raw but delicious meat thoughtfully for a few seconds. "The whole village heard things last night Selena. You and Lyra didn’t exactly keep it quiet. I haven’t heard screaming like that in this village for decades."

Selena stopped wiping the counter. The flush on her neck reached her cheeks.

Shit, I didn’t think we were that" loud.

Actually... I don’t care if we were. It wasn’t just a matter of lust. Elves were highly physical beings and their reproductive drives were intense. Because almost everyone in the village was Level 15 or higher their physical stats gave them stamina that easily eclipsed an average human.

It was completely normal for elven couples to spend ten hours a night having relentless, aggressive sex. They tried every position and followed every ancient fertility superstition.

But none of it worked. The genetic pool was a disaster and the biological system strictly prevented inbreeding.

Out of the roughly two hundred elves left in the settlement there were exactly sixty-eight adult women capable of bearing children. They had spent decades throwing themselves at the available men. Before Emily got pregnant there hadn’t been a single baby born since the twins Mel and Nimbo seventeen years ago.

"He is leaving for his home world in a few hours." Selena looked out the window and wiped her wet hands on her dress. "He is taking Emily and the five elders. They are going through the portal. I just hope that Earth place is actually safe."

"But he is coming back tonight." Rabbu-i licked a drop of blood from her thumb and stared hard at Selena. "And when he returns he will be starving.

You need to keep the momentum going. Your parents died trying to find a solution to this exact problem Selena. You finally have the answer in your bed. Don’t let him slip away just because you feel a little shy in the morning."

The mention of her parents made Selena grip the damp cloth tightly.

Years ago her parents had joined a secret expedition into the ancient dungeons scattered around the forest. They were looking for magic that could cure the village’s fertility curse.

They never came back.

Emily’s mother Amber had been the indirect cause of that desperate mission because she had left the village for a year to get pregnant with Emily from an outsider. The resulting panic among the other villagers to find their own solutions had led to the fatal dungeon run.

Nobody ever told Emily the truth about her mother’s actions to spare her from the guilt. Selena had buried that resentment a long time ago but the sting of losing her family never fully faded. The village had lost fourteen strong fighters in that dungeon including her parents. It was a statistical nightmare for a population already on the brink of extinction.

I just want a family of my own.

I want a child that looks like him.

Eren was the absolute perfect match for every single woman in the village. Even the older men supported it and encouraged their daughters to approach him.

"I won’t let him slip away." Selena leaned against the counter and crossed her arms over her bare chest. "He promised he would take care of us. And I plan to hold him to that."

Rabbu-i laughed loudly and stood up from the bar. "Promises are cute but a big piece of meat and an open bed are better honey. When you figure out what to cook him you know where to find me."

The older woman walked out and left Selena alone. She looked down at her own pale hands and let out a long breath. She could still smell Eren on her skin. It was a strange, intoxicating mix of Earth soap and raw Half Elf half barbar humanic Evon smell and mana mixed together. It was intoxicating...

Maybe Rabbu-i is right. I need to prepare a massive feast for his return tonight. And my strong Master needs lots of energy to make me pregnant...

She was smiling with her wild imagination.