Why the fuck not? An early civilization low fantasy setting

Why the fuck not? With the rulebook, you practically have all the power in the world, and any mistakes can be easily corrected with an eraser. You are already committed to fucking and impregnating your sister, what doubts do you even have?

With your mind set, you now proceed to think about what kind of fantasy setting you want to create. For one, you don't want a high fantasy setting. The existence of too much magic and gods might interfere with the rulebook, which would just be self-defeating. As for the time period, something that takes place in an early civilization period akin to Conan the Barbarian is more appealing to you. Scantily-clad half-naked women, the image of your sister in such clothes can only make you even harder.

But talking about your sister, since you are going to change the world, why not change her a bit as well? After all, everyone loves themself a sexy elf or two.

Finished gathering your thoughts, you put your pencil on the page of the rulebook and start writing.

"Old Rule: This world is set in a low fantasy setting taking place in early civilization period, not unlike the Hyborian Age, although the geography remains the same. Magic exists, but not omnipotent, and there are no overarching gods or cthonic deities playing with mortals' lives. Non-human races like elves as well as monsters like goblins and orcs also exist. **** is still a societal taboo."

"Old Rule: Elf is a female-only race with higher magical aptitude than any other races. Since they are a female-only race, they must seek males from other races to copulate. Long-lived and with a youthful appearance, an elf's lifespan becomes bound to the male who takes her virginity, meaning the male is now just as long-lived as the elf and his appearance shall be rejuvenated. This boon is not stackable. An elf's daughter will always be an elf as well, while her son shall be his father's race. There are multiple elf subraces."

"Old Rule: The mother of Arthur and Vivian Drake is an elf. Arthur is an invincible swordsman at 20 years old, while Vivian is an adept sorceress."

As you finish writing, you can see the world around you undergoing a change. Gone are your furniture and PC and consoles, and concrete walls. Instead you suddenly find yourself outside a humble wooden hut in the middle of a forest, sitting on a tree stump. Your clothes are now a simple fur tunic, pants, and boots.

The last rule you set is a test of how creative the rulebook can be in setting up someone's background following a massive retroactive change, as well as a test of the rule where you can access the new memories created by the retroactive change. And you have to say you are not disappointed.

In this world, elves used to be the superior race, ruling over a matriarchal proto-kingdom in the Aegean Islands while **** humans and other races as breeding slaves to continue their own. Only girls were allowed to live, while the boys were killed. Eventually various tribes, humans and non-humans alike, banded together and overwhelmed the elves. The elves might have control over magic, but magic is not invincible, and the invaders were many times the elves' numbers. Many elves managed to escape, but most were captured, with the victors freeing the captives and now intending on enslaving the elves instead. The ones too proud to submit chose suicide by biting their own tongues, but many submitted to their new lives.

Falling far from grace, the elves are now also called the **** race, for an elf is probably the most preferred breeding **** for many who are powerful, rich, or lucky enough to capture or buy one. The boon of a prolonged lifespan, rejuvenation, and magically inclined children makes a virgin elf probably the most sought after commodity in the world. That is not to say these elven slaves are treated badly. After all, an elf's lifespan becomes bound with that of her mate upon losing her virginity, meaning the mate's **** will kill the elf as well, and vice versa. Elves might never be able to recover their former status, or even be acknowledged as anything but breeding slaves, but decades following the fall of their kingdom, they quickly became an important caste in almost all tribes and proto-kingdoms due to the advantages that they bring. Elven ****-daughters of tribal chieftains and kings become the ultimate weapon in politics, used to establish alliances or to accumulate wealth and other resources due to their demanding price.

That being said, your father was someone neither powerful nor rich enough to afford an elven ****. He was among the lucky ones instead, a warrior just wandering around the land of Albion in search of gold and glory when he chanced upon your mother. An elf who is already enslaved usually has no reason to wander around alone, meaning a lone elf in the wild is usually a refugee, and almost always a virgin.

Your father might not be someone politically powerful, but the same couldn't be said for his physical abilities. Your mother didn't have any chance before your father overpowered and had his way with her. For the victor goes the spoils, and your mother followed your father ever since until their deaths. You know your father treated her well, for it was your mother herself who told this story to you and your sister.

With an elven ****, suddenly your father was in the position to create his own tribe. Many people gathered to him, good... and bad. For having an elf as breeding **** is an easy cause for envy, and an elven daughter is an even easier cause for greed, **** or not. As strong as your father was, in the end he fell to trickery and poison, and thus your mother followed. His assassins nearly got their hands on your sister if not for your quick wit which helped the two of you escape. The two of you ran from the west end of southern Albion all the way to the east end before settling down. That was a decade ago.

A voice suddenly comes from the hut, snapping you out of your musings on your new memories.

"Arthur, are you there? Lunch is ready."

You immediately recognize the voice as the familiar voice of Vivian, yet somehow you think her voice is even more melodic than you remembered, as if she sings her every word. As there is nothing like school yet in this world, your sister and you stay in this hut practically all day except for taking a bath in a nearby lake or hunting for food. Standing up from the tree stump, you walk to the door and open it.

Vivian's red hair and green eyes remain the same, but you can clearly see her conspicuous pointy ears. That is not to mention about her bare breasts. Following their enslavement, all elves were **** to be topless all the time as a show of humiliation, but eventually this became the norm everywhere.

"Arthur? Are you okay? Is there something wrong?" your sister asks in worry as her voice snaps you out from staring at her breasts. Turning your eyes to look at Vivian's face, suddenly you are consumed by an urge to just kiss her lips.

"Arthur?" your sister asks again, stepping closer to you. She is now barely a meter from you.