The sounds of a feeding forest god traveled far, and numerous canids and reptilian predators made their way to the edge of the forest. Many passed our group, making no hostile moves. One massive cat even brushed up against one of the lights skinned elves only to give me the stink eye. The flapping sounds of thousands of birds gathered overhead as they too prepared to swoop in when the forest god's feasting finished. Everyone, including the elves who captured me, turned their gazes to the beach.

Once gathered, all the animals went quiet. All eyes focused on the beach where the forest god fed. A long thick barbed tongue lapped up brains one devastating lick at a time.

Then an elf squeezed my testicle.

Before I put any thought into my next move, I lashed out. It was pure reflex; I knew my position and wouldn't have done anything to endanger myself. The elf woman's eyes widened in alarm when my hand connected to her face before her headshot to the side. For a second, I worried I had been too rough. Her neck could be broken, and my next move would be to hit the next one before they could dogpile me with their spears. There was also the chance they would focus on Elorael instead of me.

The sound of my slap echoed, and the woman who grabbed my balls fell to a knee. She looked up at me with stars in her eyes, and I didn't know what to do.

"What's with that look?" I asked

"I'm just thinking about how screwed you are. No one will disagree; your ass is mine. Thank you for giving yourself to me. Now, mother can't," I stepped forward and jammed my dick down her throat. Sometimes when you step in it, you might as well keep walking.

I didn't know what it was about elves, but their throats were made to message dicks. Even barely pushing forward, her throat squeezed and relaxed, welcoming me in with ease. I leaned in forward, and her tongue lapped at the ball she squeezed. I grabbed her soft pointy white ears, and she moaned, causing me to swell up.

"Samael, can you not play with the prisoners before we get them to the village." The other elf said.

She pulled away, sliding my dick slowly out of her throat before kissing it on the tip. Then, before I could get my bearings, she moved fast enough to leave behind after images and punched me hard in the face. Blood sprayed out of my mouth as a couple teeth fell out. Golden light gathered around her arm as she followed up with an uppercut. What teeth hadn't fallen out cracked? I gasped as I tried to use sea god breathing to up my defense and strength.

"Too late," Samael said.

Another blow to my face ripped the last of my teeth free. Blood poured out of my mouth, spraying like a fountain.

The next blow came in too fast to keep up with. Only this time, Elorael stopped it cold.

"Interesting, you mastered your breathing technique. So why didn't you make that defective into a cock sleeve." Samael said.

"Spare him, and you can have me; I'll even bare your children. Just let him join your tribe." Elorael said.

"No," I said through my broken jaw. This was utterly self-inflicted. I wouldn't be in this mess if I kept my hands to myself and let her treat me like a showhorse.

"Oh, you aren't fully broken yet. Alright, I'll do everything in my power to make him a member of the tribe if you willingly become my baby maker. Do we have a deal?" Samael said with a smile showing off glittering perfectly straight teeth.

Somehow my glasses survived the beating and updated, revealing a new function.

My glasses read out what level of qi Samael had. She was an 11 to my 2. Elorael was a solid 10, and the other tribals were 8 or 9. It didn't make sense how could they be so powerful. I saw something I hadn't noticed before the elves were paying close attention to Elorael's every move and mostly ignored me. That meant something.

They knew all along that I wasn't a threat to them.

Samael placed a hand on my shoulder. "Don't worry, our fun will continue. I hope you grow strong enough to think you can win again. Then, when you're sure you're strong enough, I'll ruin you." Samael said with a light pink blush on her cheeks and ears.

This elf was getting off on this. At that realization, I pledged to break her. "Yea, you're going to love it," I said, but my words were unintelligible.

My fists clenched as my mind raced. Mastering sea god breathing would make me stronger than her, and neither would learning and mastering her breathing technique. The pills should have given me the advantage, but it didn't look like it. Hell, my body should be more defensive, but she still pulverized my face. I wasn't in any shape to do challenges either. Thoughts of combining the two seemed ludicrous.

What resources did I have?" I needed to think.

I had been aimlessly using the system without a goal or build in mind. With SP, I could do more, but what did I want to do. Did I want to build myself up as a strength type, speed, or regeneration? Or were those even real builds? I could try for a warrior, mage, or stealthy type. What would give me the advantage I needed against Samael.

My glasses alerted me to movement to my left. Samael hugged Elorael close and made out with her on the spot. I took a picture and posted it. I needed to make a build.