I Found a Door to the Elven Realm

Chapter 120: POV: Elf Girl in the Bakery

[POV: LYRA]

Lyra coughed and wiped a thick layer of white dust from her forehead.

Her bakery was essentially a small wooden oven room attached to the side of the village square. The air inside was dense with a sweet starchy smell that clung to everything but today it couldn’t completely mask the heavy musk of raw sex still lingering on her skin. The white powder covering her face and clothes wasn’t actually flour. It was the dried and magically crushed sap of the Ironbark trees harvested from the eastern tree line.

She shifted her weight and a sharp ache shot up her inner thighs. Her legs were literally trembling. She had to lean her hips against the wooden worktable just to stay upright.

Lyra stood in front of a heavy stone basin and pressed both of her glowing hands against the sides.

The heavy stone basin was a relic from a thousand years ago. It had glowing elven runes carved deep into its surface.

A pulse of blue mana traveled from her palms into the stone. The magical runes flared brightly and the solid chunks of tree sap inside began to grind down into a fine white powder. It was an exhausting process that drained her energy incredibly fast.

She could literally feel her mana pathways burning in her forearms as the raw magic forced the physical matter to break apart.

[Baking task complete. Wheat substitute refined]

[You have gained 35 EXP]

Lyra groaned and pulled her hands away from the stone.

Her class was an Uncommon bakery class which made her highly respected. While the physical fighters focused on strength and agility Lyra had actually invested her few stat points into intelligence and mana just to survive her daily work.

Converting raw forest materials into edible baking supplies required a surprisingly large mana pool. Out of the two hundred people living here she was one of the only ten villagers who actively prioritized their mana capacity over physical endurance.

She needed thousands of experience points to reach the next level and this stupid daily grinding barely gave her anything. It was a brutal system that practically begged non-combatants to just give up.

She walked over to a wooden bucket of water and splashed her face. The cold water felt amazing against her flushed skin.

Lyra looked at her reflection in the rippling water and paused. Nasty purple bruises covered her neck and collarbone. One particularly deep bite mark rested right at the curve of her jaw and huge dark handprints were practically branded into the soft skin of her waist.

She touched the mark on her jaw and shivered.

Last night flooded her mind and made her lower stomach clench with absolute need. She remembered the intense heat of Eren’s hands and the commanding way Emily had directed them. It was a messy, sweaty tangle of limbs, biting and raw desire. Emily had pushed Lyra down onto the bed and ordered Eren to take her apart. He hadn’t hesitated for a single second.

In her twenties she had spent years having wild passionate affairs with some of the strongest elven fighters in the settlement trying to force a pregnancy. She had tried with three different men over the span of twenty years.

They had spent weeks locked in bedrooms doing absolutely everything possible to create a child. Elven men were energetic and they could thrust for hours but it always felt desperate. It was a clinical chore driven by the fear of their race dying out. When the blood inevitably came at the end of the month she would lock herself in her bakery and cry until her throat bled.

But last night with Eren felt entirely different.

It wasn’t just mindless stamina or a duty to the village. It was a terrifyingly overwhelming power that made her feel dominated and completely safe at the same time. He had pinned her down and claimed her with a brutal efficiency that proved he was slowly adapting to the savage rules of this world.

His Half-Elf body possessed a terrifying physical strength and he didn’t hold back. He had gripped her hips so hard she thought her bones would snap and every single thrust had sent a blinding shockwave of pure pleasure straight into her brain.

Her body felt wonderfully heavy and deeply satisfied today. Her womb felt full and warm.

God, I hope he wrecks me exactly like that again tonight.

I’m not going to let him stop now.

Lyra looked at her reflection again and frowned. She looked like a cute young teenager with a tiny waist and absurdly large breasts that always seemed to get in her way while baking. Her pale skin was flawless and her blonde hair was tied into twin braids.

It was a cruel joke because she was actually over forty years old.

She was significantly older than Selena and the twins but everyone treated her like a fragile little girl. It frustrated her endlessly. She hated when the older lumber elves patted her head or talked to her like a child just because she was short. She had big breasts and a petite frame and that apparently meant nobody took her seriously.

But Eren hadn’t treated her like a little girl last night. He had handled her like a real fucking woman. He had pulled her blonde braids tight enough to snap her head back and he had looked at her with pure unhidden lust. That look alone was worth giving him everything she had.

I hope it worked.We are running out of time and I won’t die without a child!

She threw the towel onto a stool and walked to the back of her shop. There was a narrow wooden door that led into a dark alleyway connecting her bakery directly to the main food storage buildings. Lyra stepped out into the alley and the cool shadows immediately soothed her overheated skin.

She was only wearing a very loose white apron over a tiny pair of cloth shorts. She hated wearing tight clothes while working with the oven because the heat combined with the heavy fabric made her skin break out in painful red rashes. The apron barely covered her massive chest and the sides were completely open.

She walked down the dirt path and noticed Thadric carrying a large crate of dried Koen vines toward the storage doors.

The rancher elf looked exhausted. He dropped the crate with a heavy thud and wiped the sweat from his neck.

"You look like you fought a troll Thadric." Lyra smiled and leaned against the wooden wall.

Thadric jumped slightly and turned around. His eyes darted down to her chest.

His gaze locked onto the dark purple love bites heavily branded across her exposed cleavage and collarbone.

Thadric gulped loudly and his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat. He was one of the very few adult men in the village who was still a complete virgin. The female elves always flocked to the strongest combat classes which left Level 19 ranchers like Thadric completely ignored. His face turned bright red and he forcefully looked up at her eyes.

"Just moving the winter supplies." Thadric rubbed the back of his neck with a trembling hand. "Oldir wants everything secured before the temperature drops anymore. The forest is getting restless."

"Are they getting ready for the departure?" Lyra asked casually while picking a piece of dried dough off her thumb.

"Yeah." Thadric nodded and pointed his thumb toward the main square. "Eren is at the square right now with the portal. He is taking Emily and the elders to Earth. He said they will be back by nightfall."

Thadric shifted his weight nervously and kept his eyes strictly on her face. He was clearly terrified of looking at her chest again but he couldn’t stop glancing at the bite mark on her jaw. He knew exactly what had happened last night. The entire village probably knew.

"He is getting crazy strong Lyra." Thadric said quietly. "I saw him testing his equipment earlier. He looked like he could punch through a solid boulder without even using his skills. It is actually scary how fast he is growing."

Lyra hummed in agreement and watched Thadric walk away.

Yeah, and he punches pretty well in bed too.

Eren was the village’s true savior but not just because of his combat power. He was a biological miracle. He was the key to saving their race from quiet extinction and she was determined to be a part of that future.

Emily was generous enough to share him now but once her human pregnancy hormones finally kicked in and made her completely exhausted Lyra needed to secure her own place by his side. She was perfectly fine being a concubine or a maid or whatever Earth title he wanted to give her. She just wanted his child.

Lyra pushed off the wall and walked back toward her bakery. She wasn’t going to wait around. She needed a strategy for his return.

She walked over to her private ingredient shelf and pulled down a small glass jar filled with crushed yellow petals. It was the Ezin flower extract. Normally the healers used it to close physical wounds but if it was baked into sweet bread with a little bit of Zen Wine it acted as a massive physical stimulant. The alcohol extracted the latent mana from the petals and turned it into pure raw energy.

During the old fertility festivals centuries ago the elven women used to bake this exact bread to keep their husbands awake and fully functional for days. It was an ancient trick that practically forced the male body into a state of permanent arousal and endless stamina.

Lyra scooped a generous amount into her main mixing bowl.

She added a cup of thick wild honey and poured in a splash of dark purple Zen Wine. The mixture immediately began to fizz and release a sweet intoxicating aroma. She plunged her bare hands into the bowl and began to knead the thick dough. She pushed her own mana directly into the mixture. The raw energy flowed from her palms and bonded the Ezin extract with the tree-sap flour.

He promised he would come back tonight.I will make sure he has the energy to go another ten hours.

The dough slowly turned a faint glowing yellow under her hands. The heat from the magical reaction warmed her fingers and sent another phantom ache shooting through her lower stomach. She squeezed her thighs together and bit her lip. She could already imagine him eating the sweet bread tonight and pulling her right over this flour-covered table.

Lyra smiled and wiped the sweat from her forehead. She had a lot of baking to do before her human returned from his world.

[Baking task initiated: Prepare a Grade 3 Special Meal]