Once upon a time, in a world where the sun shone with a golden hue and magic flowed like a river, I was reborn. I died at 29 in my old world, and when I opened my eyes, I was in a cradle, surrounded by male faces of various shapes and sizes. Orcs, dwarves, elves, All men, all with their own magical glow. My mother, I was told, passed away at the moment of my birth. And I... I was the most beautiful creature anyone had ever seen. A half-elf, with porcelain skin, hair as golden as the sun itself, and a promise of height and magnificence. My body, I was later told, was a masterpiece, and my feet, an obsession in this world where they were a total fetish.
My father, an elf named Eric, already 68 years old, corpulent and with graying hair, cared for me. He noticed my secret during a bath when I was 18. While washing me, his fingers found something extraordinary. Down there, where all the men of this world had only one path, I had two. Beyond what was expected, there was a fissure, soft and different. A mystery. With a heart heavy with curiosity and fear, he touched it. It was soft, it was deep. It was, without a doubt, like the vaginas of the women of my old world. His sigh was a whirlwind of emotions. If this was real, it meant I could generate life. In a world of only men, where new life arose magically and rarely in the elven trees of life or in the ancestral forges of the dwarves, I was a miracle. A secret that could cost us everything or give us everything.
Life was hard. Eric, my father, struggled to raise me and my older brother, Kael, a muscular 25-year-old elf who dreamed of being a kingdom guard. Poverty was our constant shadow. On my seventh birthday, with a heart heavy with need, my father made a decision. He took me, with Kael in tow, to the great castle to reveal my secret to King Marc. The king, an imposing man with silver hair and eyes that gleamed with power, greeted us with curiosity. He led us to his private baths, a place of marble and steam. With a blood-curdling calm, he asked us all to undress. He undressed as well. His examination was meticulous, and when his eyes met my secret, the shock that ran through them was almost physical.
"Extraordinary," whispered the king, his voice echoing off the damp walls. "A conduit of life in a barren world." He turned to my father. "He will be my consort. If he can produce an heir, his family will never again know poverty."
My father, trembling, agreed. Kael was immediately sent to the training grounds, his dream fulfilled. When only the three of us remained in the bath, the king gave an order that made the air stop.
"Eric," said the king, his eyes fixed on me. "Show me how it's done. Be the first."
Horror and submission fought on my father's face. He obeyed. His lips touched my skin with a strange reverence, and then his tongue explored the cleft that was my secret. A shock of pleasure, strange and intense, coursed through me. Something inside me awakened, and my body responded. Then, with a painful care, he penetrated me. The pain was a flash, but quickly transformed into a wave of heat and ecstasy so profound it made me scream. The king watched, his hand moving over himself. When my father reached his climax, a warm, golden light exploded inside my belly. There was no nine months of waiting. I felt a life forming, quick and magical, and then, as if a balloon deflated, my belly flattened. And there, between us, crying softly, was a baby. My first child. A boy with elven features and a magical glint in his eyes.
Time passed. The king announced our engagement, revealing to the kingdom that I possessed a "unique magical gift," without giving details. I lived in the castle, raising my son, who was given to the king as his promised heir. At my 19th birthday party, the king granted me three wishes.
"I want my own kingdom," I declared, my voice firmer than ever. "A place in the primordial forest. I want an advisor of each race: an elf, a dwarf, and an orc. And I want limitless riches to build it."
The king smiled, a gesture that didn't reach his eyes. "In exchange for more heirs," he bargained. I agreed.
That night, in the royal chamber, he took me. His body was sculpted, his member blond and pale as ivory. This time, there was no pain, only overwhelming excitement. His muscles pressed against me, his large hands holding me with a possession that was both terrifying and electrifying. When his magical seed found my womb, the light returned, stronger. Another son was born, and with him, my freedom was sealed.
With the king's promise fulfilled, I departed. To be continue on the Next Chapter.
