Combat Healer Ch. 15

Combat Healer Ch. 15 -- LitRPG Monster Girl Harem

Submitted: February 22, 2024 to Literotica (Copyright 2021 Kaizer Wolf)

Tags: harem, male lead, LitRPG, monster girls, mystery, femdom, group sex, threesome, big tits, dark fantasy, nonhuman, oni, elf, minotaur, holstaur, cowgirl, magic

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This fantasy story is a 'LitRPG' (also called GameLit), which is a genre that involves some stats, much like a videogame. The overall concept of stats is introduced right away, but you can certainly enjoy the story even if you're not overall familiar with the genre, simply because most of the focus is on the story itself.

Like all my stories, there will be lots of hot sex once the main characters have had time to develop their relationships.

Hope you enjoy.

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- BOOK 2 -

- CHAPTER 15: Omens -

Present Day

A mature Oni woman with deep blue skin and black hair trembled in the darkness as she sat next to her two large companions, both of them unconscious, their breathing shallow, neither having woken in several days now from their severe injuries.

Injuries inflicted by a monster like no other.

Some time ago, her powerful team of three had been sent on a special mission by the Queen to defeat a Dungeon that opened up on the eastern coast of the kingdom, their wise elf ruler indicating that it was far too difficult for anyone other than the strongest team to defeat.

As was common when facing certain types of Scourge Beasts.

And as was common when the yearly Northern Invasion was so close to arriving.

Normally, the other teams would just get in their way.

However, they'd shockingly been ill prepared.

The strong female Blue Oni was the backbone to the top team in the top guild of the entire kingdom, and yet she now feared for her life. The Dungeon they'd entered was something far worse than even her most horrible nightmares...

And it had nothing to do with the caverns being full of Flesh Collectors.

No, as horrible as those abominations were, especially in large numbers, there was something far more fearsome stalking the passageways, and roaming around in the darkness. Something far more sinister and malevolent silently moving through this stale domain, the horribly deadly Arakna'cabra nothing but prey to this monster.

A true monster.

One unlike anything they'd ever encountered before.

A creature that slipped past her defenses with ease, as if her powerful magic didn't even pose a hindrance, and a demon that severely injured and crippled her two male companions, who were undeniably among the most powerful men on the entire continent.

There was nothing that had previously stood in their way in earnest opposition...

And yet now they were defeated and trapped so easily.

The only reason they still drew breath...

The only reason...

Was because...

The demon allowed it.

Unexpectedly, the Blue Oni woman stiffened when she heard something slip through a crack in the sealed space, terrified out of her mind as she waited in the darkness for the powerful abomination to tear her to shreds, just to hear her scream, only for her heart to slowly calm when it was completely silent.

Hesitantly, afraid of what she'd see, she tentatively used the basic fire spell to create a little light, illuminating the small space they were cramped in, shocked by what lay by the massive boulder sealing them in the room.

A severed hind leg of what appeared to be a deer.

It was meat.

The sight made her stomach cramp in hunger, while also causing a new realization to cross her mind, everything finally making sense.

It was toying with them.

To what end, she didn't know, perhaps for its own enjoyment, but without a doubt it was toying with them.

She knew it was true the moment she slowly began easing away from her unconscious comrades to grab at the severed venison rump...only for a midnight clawed hand to appear like lightning, abruptly yanking it away, back through the small crevice.

She immediately jerked away, in fear of losing her own hand from those razor-sharp claws, knowing without a doubt that they were all going to die. Horrible gruesome deaths, the three of them were all going to be slaughtered, never to see daylight again.

She knew because, with that impossibly swift motion, an unnerving giggle echoed into the room, sounding like it came from an amused girl. One from hell.

"Tee-hee."

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I woke up groggily to find that the sun was beginning to rise, the sound and vibrations of the horse-drawn wagon filling my ears as I vaguely recalled making a brief stop at the second outpost village a few hours ago to get fresh horses, only to continue on our journey to the third and last stop in the northeastern region of the Delanor kingdom.

To the place where a horrid demon had been spotted, that must soon be slain, lest it reproduce too quickly and overrun the continent by sheer numbers. At the very least, there had already been a report of a second Arakna'cabra, or Flesh Collector, spotted elsewhere, indicating there might already be many more.

If left alone, in a week there might only be a hundred, but by the second week there would then be a thousand, and within a month there would be millions, as the spider-like monsters bred at an alarming rate.

Currently, the elf scout Celestine was at the reins, her older sister Astaer now asleep next to me after having sat at the front nearly all night. Both of them were dressed in brown leather pants and tan tunics that were loose everywhere except their modest chests.

I was currently reclined against a pack of supplies, my head and shoulders supported, while my beloved Eliza snuggled against my chest, her full figure relaxed in my embrace as she slept soundly. The mature woman was beautiful even when uncomposed, a sort of youthful look to her peaceful expression, even despite her age. Her skin was pale and flawless, strands of her pitch-black hair resting on her soft cheeks.

The blonde elf Sylvia was then sitting up, at Eliza's feet, having already roused after getting a few hours of rest, and also being the one responsible for using her blue silk cloak to conceal the Queen as she slept when we made our second stop, knowing it would be problematic for the Elf Guard to catch sight of their Ruler lying with a human who was both relatively unknown and far younger than she.

As was the mystery of our existence, the fact that Eliza and I had been about the same age when we were young, only for one of us to somehow end up frozen in time, stuck within a Dungeon, while the other aged a full century.

Thankfully, elves had longer lives, or else fate might have prevented us from reuniting after so much time. Still, that left her basically a full century older than me, despite there being less than a year between us when we first met.

And then, there was my Red Oni girlfriend, Melantha, along with my half-Holstaur betrothed, Valshia, who were similarly both awake and sitting up, seeming content as they occasionally yawned while Astaer, Eliza, and I all slept.

But now I was awake, with Mel being the first to notice, speaking up softly, her gold eyes content, her white hair blowing gently in the breeze, both a sharp contrast to her rosy skin.

"Oh, good morning, Allie," she said warmly. "How'd you sleep?"

Val chimed right in as well, before I could even respond, the busty blonde Holstaur sounding eager. "Good morning, master."

"Good morning," I replied with a controlled yawn, being careful to speak softly so as to not rouse Eliza snuggling against my chest. "I slept decent, considering the occasional jarring bump." I then grinned as I glanced toward Sylvia, her icy blue eyes now focused on me affectionately. "I think I was a little worn out after staying up so late," I added.

Of course, between the look and my words, the tall blonde elf knew I was implying that she wore me out, though it would probably be more accurate to say that she gave me great pleasure that allowed me to fully relax and feel content.

Celestine spoke up then, glancing down at me over her shoulder. "My sister told me about last night when we switched. Wish I'd stayed awake," she added playfully.

I couldn't help but grin.

While last night had been mostly shared between me and Sylvia, both Astaer and Eliza were fully attentive, though the former didn't get to participate much since she was busy attending to the reins. Still, having the older sister's hands running through my hair at one point had been surprisingly very pleasant.

I cleared my throat softly as I spoke. "Any idea how long we have?" I wondered.

"Should be there by mid-morning," Celestine replied. "At our last stop, they said a runner had been sent from that area, requesting for assistance, not being aware that help was already on the way."

"Oh shit," I hissed. "Does that mean it's already worse?"

"Possibly not," the brunette elf replied. "I did not stumble upon the Flesh Collector's lair, but instead came across it while it appeared to be hunting. Thus, neither me, nor my sister, got to see how established it was. It is possible that it had already constructed a small lair, and a nearby village only recently came to notice it."

"Let's hope," I replied quietly, knowing this situation could get out of hand very quickly if not dealt with as fast as possible.

Queen Eliza unexpectedly sighed heavily then, revealing she'd roused, speaking up quietly. "Oh love, how I've missed your scent. It was one of the only pleasant smells in the otherwise stale air within that Dungeon, and even after all this time, I have not forgotten it."

I squeezed her tighter, closing my eyes in response to the memories briefly hitting me.

"But nevertheless," she continued. "There is nothing like the real thing. My memory doesn't do it justice."

I smirked then. "Well, I like your smell too," I admitted, though I knew it was a bigger deal to her because she had both sharper eyesight and a better sense of smell, as did pretty much all elves. For her, my natural scent truly was something she cherished, knowing she'd commented as much when we were stuck in a living hell together for three months long ago.

Eliza sighed heavily then, taking her time to inhale my scent for a while longer, before finally sitting up and yawning loudly, her purple eyes appearing sleepy but content.

Sylvia spoke up. "My dear Eliza, might you perchance be inclined to have a little something to hold you over before we arrive?"

Queen Eliza shook her head, yawning again. "No, I can wait like everyone else. Better to save our supplies for the wilderness, as the village should have a meal ready for us when we arrive."

"Of course, my Queen," the blonde elf replied simply.

Eliza then focused down at me, still lying on my back. "What about you, my love? If you are in need, I am fine with you having some of our rations."

I couldn't help but laugh at that, causing her to give me a bizarre look. "Sorry, and thank you, but I'm a Scourge Suppressor. Being forced to skip meals is a part of the job description, not to mention surviving in that Dungeon wasn't too long ago for me. My perspective on dining has probably not changed as much as you might think. I would still very much resort to eating a raw frog if required of me, only smashing its head in before tearing the meat off its bones."

"Eww," Mel retorted playfully.

Eliza only looked somber. "I am so sorry, my love," she said sincerely. "I wish so desperately that things could have turned out differently. The day I left the Dungeon still haunts me to this day."

Mel spoke up again. "So what exactly happened?" she asked seriously. "I mean, because you didn't leave him on purpose, right?"

Eliza sighed heavily, glancing at me as I decided to sit up, only for her to lean into me slightly once I was facing more toward Mel and Val. She then replied quietly. "I was confused when I woke up," she admitted. "I couldn't even remember where I was, or how I had gotten there in that final room. I didn't even recall that someone had been with me. I simply saw the open door in the distance, and found myself confused."

"So you walked out, and the doorway closed?" Mel assumed.

Eliza gently shook her head, her purple eyes somber. "No, the doors began closing, and so I ran out. I almost didn't make it, the doors coming so close to crushing me, that had I been only a few seconds slower, then I might very well have died." She paused with a grimace. "My thoughts didn't clear up until after I'd fallen down the steps, and only once the gate had fallen apart. Then..." Her voice trailed off briefly, only for her to sigh as she reached to grab my arm tightly. "Only then did I remember. And it all but killed me."

Sylvia unexpectedly chimed in. "Even when I met her, about fifteen years later, shortly after she'd become Queen, she was still suffering. I'd met with the man who was her primary rival for the crown, and he seemed fine after recovering for a few weeks. But my Queen was different. I could see in her eyes that a torment so great plagued her heart, that the trials to become the Elven Ruler were nothing compared to it. And I decided right then and there that I would seek to do everything in my power to heal the wounds on my Queen's very soul."

"I'm sorry," I whispered to Eliza, unsure of how I would have handled knowing I'd accidentally left her behind, if the roles were reversed. Honestly, I'm not sure I would have tried so hard to find her, just assuming the worst, that she wouldn't be able to survive on her own. But then again, she couldn't heal on her own like I could, and I also wouldn't have been afforded the opportunity to become a king, since royal blood was everything for the humans.

Eliza immediately squeezed my arm against her full chest as she shook her head. "I am sorry, my love. And I hope to do everything in my power to make it up to you."

I nodded in acknowledgement, taking a deep breath. "So, who was the rival?" I wondered.

"He's actually passed," Eliza replied with a frown. "I had offered for him to become the Head of the Guard, but he refused, saying that looking upon me would only remind him of his failure. He instead became a Scourge Suppressor, but was slain by a Beast, along with half his team."

Part of me wasn't surprised to hear that, since death among Scourge Suppressors was actually somewhat common, even with each team usually having at least one healer. At the very least, I could predict that at least one team in the top five Guilds would suffer a loss at a minimum of once a year, with the smaller teams often suffering several losses per year.

As was the life of a Scourge Suppressor.

And as was the value of having a competent healer on the team.

But even still, the unexpected could happen.

And there were certain injuries most healers couldn't fix, like a beheading.

Mel spoke up. "So what about that other guy, the current Head of the Guard?"

"General Vildred," Eliza replied. "He too was a Scourge Suppressor. Very loyal to the kingdom itself, and by extension, the current Ruler, knowing such a person was deserving of the crown, no matter their age." She paused. "When I became Queen, I was much younger than previous Rulers, and there was talk in the southern Ryfle Kingdom as to whether or not such a young woman could defend the continent against the yearly Northern Invasion. Thus, I approached the man, being informed of his perspective on me, and loyalty to our people, and made the offer. And together, we made it known to the human kingdom that beneath the young Queen was an experienced battle-hardened man, leading the Elven military."

"Did he take interest in you?" I asked without thinking, realizing I really didn't have a right to complain about any decisions she'd made while I was gone, even though I knew she'd never been with a man - not once, even in the hundred years we were separated.

However, she definitely had been with the beautiful blonde elf, Sylvia, presently sitting just on her other side.

"No, he did not," Eliza replied gently, still holding onto my arm. "He is very much of preference toward blondes. And did take an interest in Sylvia for a time. One he was not shy about."

"It was very annoying," Sylvia chimed in. "I was so thankful when he moved on."

Eliza laughed. "Yes well, his very young wife, whom he settled on only twenty years ago, has a strikingly similar appearance to Sylvia, and an attitude to match. The only difference is that the girl was interested in being sought after by an older man."

"How young?" Mel wondered.

"She's about my age," Celestine chimed in over her shoulder, looking very much like she was barely twenty, compared to a human girl, though being double that age. "Maybe mid-forties? But he's like almost two-hundred, isn't he?"

"Just shy of one-hundred-eighty years," Eliza agreed. "About the same as a human sixty-year-old dating a twenty-year-old girl."

"Dang," Mel replied. "It's somewhat common for there to be a decade gap in age for Oni, but a hundred-and-forty-years age difference? That's pretty huge."

Eliza smiled, looking at me affectionately. "Yes, well, the young man I love is similarly much younger than me now. Yet I still cherish him the same."

"Oh, of course," Mel agreed. "Although, if it's not unheard of for such an age difference, then why can't you and Allister be together now? Just because he's not an elf?"

"Yes, because he's not an elf, and because I am the Queen. No Ruler in the history of our kingdom has ever taken a partner from another race. Not a single one. And there are some who may still disapprove of the decision, even when I do announce my intentions, once the time is right." She sighed heavily. "It is very likely he may become the target of assassination."

"Fuck," Mel hissed, with Val's purple eyes growing wide.

"But I'll ensure he's made a hero first," Eliza quickly continued. "I'll ensure there isn't a single person in the capital who doesn't know his name." She glanced at me, her expression affectionate. "They'll know the name of my beloved, just as I am known."

I smirked. "Good thing I'm worthy of being by your side," I replied.

She frowned slightly at that. "I would consider you worthy, even if you were not strong. But yes, it is a good thing you are strong enough for them to believe that you are worthy. And all that really matters is that the Guard sincerely accept you, since it will be their responsibility to help ensure that no threat ever reaches the castle."

"Makes sense," I agreed simply. I glanced at Val then, seeing that she seemed a little uncomfortable, though I couldn't exactly place why. I decided to address her. "Thanks for coming with us, Val. I'm really looking forward to seeing what you're capable of."

"Oh," she said in surprise, her purple eyes wide. "Of course, master. I am so very thankful that you invited me along. And it must have been fate that I arrived when I did, for you would have already left the city had I been much later."

"What prompted you to come when you did?" I wondered.

She frowned slightly, her thick straw-like blonde hair such a sharp contrast to her deeply tanned skin, her massive Holstaur breasts looking like they might burst from her leather top restraint. "I actually showed up about a week ago, but you were off on a Quest. I tried to pay the elf receptionist a small amount of coin to let me know when you'd returned." Val paused when my eyebrows shot up. "The woman told me she had a few kids that she paid small amounts to run errands for her, and that she'd send me word when you returned. Wouldn't accept the coin."