Plan B.

“It’s unnatural!” The faint sound of voices graced John’s ears as the herd of Gnomes from Bulgebottom took the Gamer through a maze of tents and strange metallic constructs. Most of the machines that John found in the part of the forest where the residents of Bulgebottom had set up looked like they had been made out of bronze or gold, but the occasional steel creation didn’t go unseen. They rose out from random spots around the campsite like thin, silver stalagmites and towered as high as some of the trees. The metal plates that made up the surfaces of these creations peeled away from the main structures as they walked, flashing the Gamer glimpses of little crystals and pieces of stone that were carved into the shapes of various runes before the plates settled back down on the main structure again in another place.

“It’s ‘mah-gic,” a second voice, one with a much thicker accent, argued as John and the group of Gnomes neared one of the abodes they had been using as a makeshift prison. “What'd yah expect, numb-nuts?” Even with all of the emphasis that the second man put on all of his vowels when he spoke, the first man didn’t seem to have any trouble understanding him. He simply shook his head and waved a small sword in the direction of the prison tent.

“Blue eyes, damn you! I expected the exact same thing I found with every other elf I’ve ever met!” A pause and a scoff filled the air.

“Yah’re so full of shite! When have yah ever met an Elf ‘fore now, eh?! An Elf would gut yah in the street if it didn’t just collar yah first, numb-nuts!” The second voice, the one who had been insulting the other, chuckled at the first voice when he started shouting at him and insulting him back… but they both fell silent when they noticed Kennedy and a giant human stalking towards them. Just… not completely silent. The pair of Dwarves guarding the prison tent straightened up when they realized John and the others were looking at them, and clacked the guards of their swords against their respectives sheaths, but they weren’t stealthy about the little biting remarks that the two of them tried to pass to one another once the group stepped past them into the tent.

“Prick.”
“Numbnuts.”

“She won’t talk to you,” Kennedy started saying after he apologized for the crude attitude and lack of manners of his people. The apology seemed somewhat unnecessary to John, especially after they had saved his people, but he assumed it to be something that the noble would insist on doing anyways. He had spent so much time with the Orcs now he had barely recognized the pair of Dwarves’ conversation as anything other than playful banter. He realized how wrong he was when the two guards were dismissed from the tent and they immediately went for a drink, spouting out claims and bets at the other when the first voice challenged the second to a fight to settle their differences.

“She hasn’t spoken to anyone… or accepted any of the clothing we offered to her,” Kennedy stated when the final Gnome had followed them into the nearly empty tent. Aside from the giant steel cage dropped into the middle of the room, there were no other pieces of furniture or simple items. There were no people aside from the group that had come with John and the only Elf who had bothered to walk out of the city of Dornwich. True to what Kennedy had told him, Elisrya didn’t speak when he entered the tent. She didn’t even lift her head high enough to notice him. She kept her gaze down in the dirt where she sat and held her knees tightly to her naked chest. “Some of us are starting to wonder if it’s even possible for them to speak without their little blue glow, and while we’re on the subject, what happened to that?”

One of the silenced Gnomes in the room shook his fists furiously suddenly and cast a dark glare in Kennedy’s direction.

“You might as well stop trying to dispel it; without the help of a vocal component, I don’t think any of you are strong enough to break my spells,” Kennedy said and merely smiled back at the group of Dwarves, Gnomes, and Goblins glaring at him.

“I don’t know what happened to the glow,” John said, and Elisrya’s eyes widened at the sound of his voice. Her head lifted fast enough to make her red hair fall out of its intricate braid. She scowled at him, and opened her mouth to talk, but Kennedy asked the question on her tongue for her.

“You didn’t take it from her?” he asked, and John quickly shook his head. Elisrya hesitated, and John and Kennedy continued talking.

“No,” John answered, and glanced down at his pop-ups. There were so many that he needed to go through and deal with, and he would… but there wasn’t a single one among them that he noticed giving him credit for breaking Elisrya’s connection with the rest of her people, and he was fairly certain that if it had been him then he would have received a message for it. “Her people probably cut her off.” Kennedy lost track of the conversation at that point and brought everything to a stop until John explained to him how the minds of the Elves in Dornwich seemed to be connected to each other. He didn’t tell him how he learned about it, even when Kennedy continued pushing him for the information, or how he scared them enough to separate her from the rest of them. He only mentioned the fact that he thought that it was possible that he could have created a kind of feedback loop in Dornwich… or at least mimicked one enough to make Dornwich worry about having their connection overpowered or hurt.

“You are alive,” Elisrya eventually cut their conversation off before they could share more of what they knew about Dornwich. Kennedy’s mouth slowly opened and then closed as he turned to look at the now-speaking prisoner. He didn’t say anything. The little Gnome chose to keep his comments and questions to himself as John stepped up to the cage.

“I am,” he said and stepped up to the edge of the cage. Elisrya didn’t hesitate. She lashed out at him as soon as he was within reach. Her hands whipped down across the length of his chest, and red lines appeared in the wake of her fingernails… but without her weapon, her strength didn’t seem to be high enough to John for him to worry about any danger.

-10 HP!

He let her scratch him, and when she pulled her hand away, the two of them both glanced down at the red lines on his chest… and John smiled unconsciously when she failed to draw blood from him. It was strangely comforting for him to know that Gamer’s Body was still working after all this time. He didn’t expect it to stop anytime soon… but seeing its effects firsthand again still had an effect on him after the battle at Duskacre.

Slowly, he raised his eyes to look at the Elf who had tried to hurt him… and his smile only widened when he saw her melon-sized breasts jiggling with her shuddering breath. She had stepped into the reach of his aura and they both realized it almost at the same time. Her fat, pink nipples hardened as wave after wave of arousal pushed the Elf into leaning against the metal bars for support. Her legs became so weak beneath her that John could see her struggling to spread her feet apart into a strong battle stance just for the balance it would give. She fought to ignore the effects of his magic… but John had a job to do. When she tried to pull away, it only took a brush of his hand and a single spell to make the Elf stay within reach.

Rememory was cast successfully! Targeting previous Rememory event!

Rememory has leveled up!
Rememory is now level 2! Rememory’s mana cost has been reduced by 1!

A flash of sensation passed from John’s thought into the Elf. The experience probably would have been unusual to anyone else, but for an Elf from Dornwich, John imagined that it didn’t feel too foreign to experience thoughts or sensations from an outside source. If anything, he expected her body to be used to the event. He expected her to cry out, just like he had wanted her to the first time they had fucked… but Elisrya maintained complete control of her voice. Her thighs slapped and ground against each other hard enough for everyone to hear her legs clap together, but she kept her voice in while thin lines of pussy juice began a long, seemingly endless crawl down to her pale knees. Her face flushed red as the memory of an orgasm came and then left… and John nearly pulled his hand back before he noticed the reflection of a strange glow in her eyes.

Green light glistened at John, brighter in Elisrya’s viridian gaze, but unmistakable still. He recognized the flash of his ring, Daemon, immediately. He put it out of his mind almost as quickly as Elisrya came away from his brushing touch gasping and shivering, but not before it reminded him of something else she might have experienced with his spell. A feeling that deprived her of loneliness when he made her remember how it felt to have her connection with Dornwich again. A feeling that made her lean into her cage hard enough to envelop some of the metal bars with her giant breasts and make her stiff nipples poke out at him from her confines. Her eyes glazed over and then clarified before John turned his head back to the Gnomes and nodded towards the exit.

“Give us some privacy, please. We have a lot of ‘talking’ to do.” Most of the group left the room immediately. Ms. Lask and Kennedy weren’t so shy. The latter of the two cocked an eyebrow at him as John slipped a hand into Elisrya’s glistening crimson mane and seized a large handful of her red locks. “I want to know how to sneak into Dornwich,” he told the Elf, and after a moment, the fluttering of the tent’s entrance flap told him that they were alone again.

“Y-you didn’t keep to your end of the agreement with Dornwich… I am not yours…” she muttered to him a little breathlessly and John frowned. She fought against him so quickly it felt like it had been more than just instinct that had stopped her from answering him. It was like… protecting Dornwich had become a part of her… or like she was Dornwich itself and betraying the city meant betraying herself. Her tone was more firm than he had expected it to be, but she didn’t pull away from his grip. With the bars of a cage between the two of them, she easily could have slipped away and stayed out of his reach, but she stayed. She let him reach up and grope her until his fingers sunk into her tit and nearly disappeared from sight, and when he began to pull on her aching nipples, she merely closed her eyes and tried to breathe evenly.

“Are you sure?” his voice came out softer than he thought it would, and trembled with the slightest traces of uncertainty. If she was so firmly set in her loyalty to Dornwich, he didn’t know if there was anything that he could say to get her to answer him. He had an idea, thinking of her connection to the other Elves like a ****, but his idea only went as far as replacing one addiction for another. “I don’t know if it’s possible to reconnect you to Dornwich… but if it isn’t, then I might be the only one who can make you feel all of that again. I might be the only one to be able to make you remember what it’s like to feel like a part of them.

“Do you want to give that up?” he asked… and, as if the Gamer had somehow hit a stroke of luck, he watched as the Elf bowed her head slightly to him. “You’ve been a part of them for years, right?” It only took seconds for the Elf to nod. “Having your thoughts to yourself now after so long… I can only imagine how lonely that seems now.” He pulled her head towards him so that she could feel his hot breath on her sharp ears, and smiled when he noticed the waves of goosebumps that descended down her naked body whenever he exhaled. “The silence must be deafening. There’s no more storm of voices. There are just your own words…” he paused, and the Elf shivered and finally whimpered for him. She shook and turned her head like she knew she should pull away, but when John leaned in and kissed the edge of her ear, she grabbed his hips to hold him in place like she was hungry for the slightest touch.

He tried to be gentle as she dug her nails into his skin and whimpered again, but he didn’t have the time to wait. Eventually, he decided to give her a little… push in the right direction, and smiled when the Elf dug her hands into his firm ass and pulled him in closer as his next wave of spells took effect. Rememory was an illusion spell and arguably his best weapon here… but it wasn’t what he used next. The best illusionist he knew was Otrov, so he tried his best to channel her attitude as he sunk in spell after spell into her busty body and tried to whisper hypnotizing words into her ear.

“... and mine,” he breathed, and kissed the edge of her ear again.

Augment Body was successfully cast on Elisrya Ki’Valmys!

Augment Body has leveled up!
Augment Body is now level 3! Augment Body’s mana cost has been reduced by 10!

Augment Body was successfully cast on Elisrya Ki’Valmys!
Augment Body was successfully cast on Elisrya Ki’Valmys!
Augment Body was successfully cast on Elisrya Ki’Valmys!
Augment Body was successfully cast on Elisrya Ki’Valmys!

Finally, the Elf moaned for John as he began steadily raising the sensitivity in the erogenous zones across her whole body and lowering the amount of pain she could feel from being teased too much. She gave him a throaty cry as he pushed his lips against her ear and squeezed him hard enough to feel his cock hardening against one of her toned, ivory thighs and then jerked in place when John’s last spell changed something inside of her. The sensation of mana being **** into her womb after so many other changes certainly didn’t seem like it had been unpleasant for her, but John didn’t miss the look of surprise on her face. He took the opportunity to smile reassuringly at her as he made her womb stretchy enough for him to fit into it, and kissed her ear again until she relaxed back into that needy, whimpering state.

“Do you want that feeling again?” he asked, and promptly opened up his inventory. She didn’t say anything, but it didn’t take her long to nod for him. She barely moved enough for him to notice the fact that she had answered him. He might have missed it if not for the fact that he was searching for it. He didn’t miss it the second time she chose to answer him though, not by a long shot.

“Y-Yes,” she said and made sure to say it firmly like she hadn’t been sure if John had noticed her answering him the first time. She repeated herself to make sure that he knew what she wanted and squeezed his butt again until John groaned softly into her sharp ears. “Yes, but I want you to pr-promise me something…” she said, and John pulled his head back enough to look into her viridian green eyes again. She immediately cast them down and away from his gaze.

“I-If you can repair the link I h-had with my people after you…” she paused and swallowed heavily, trying to get past the lump in her throat. “... after you t-take Dornwich, then promise me that you will do it. Promise me I will be a part of them again.” she whimpered, and John blinked slowly at her.

How strong was the magic that kept them all together? He felt confident enough to at least try to reconnect her, but he couldn’t imagine how strong it had to be to make her want it that badly again. As far as he could tell, the idea of having thousands of voices in his head sounded like something a person would experience in a nightmare… but if she wanted it in exchange for the information needed to get into Dornwich, then he didn’t see a problem in giving it to her. He just needed to make sure that the necromantic corruption in Dornwich was removed first.

“Alright,” he answered after the noise in the room had long since devolved into nothing but the occasional whimper from Elisrya. “I promise,” he said, and reached into his inventory for the second Cabalist Mana Potion he had stored away. “Now take my cock out and tell me how to sneak into the city.”