Incubus Ascension

The canopy pressed down like a living wall, endless layers of emerald and shadow that swallowed the sky. Liam landed after his highest leap yet, boots sinking into moss thick as carpet, and wiped sweat from his brow. ’How the hell do they even live here?’ he thought, chest tight. Back home—his real home, the one with concrete and deadlines—he’d never imagined a forest could feel this alive. This *hungry*.

Pyra moved beside him, flame-red hair flickering like embers in the dim light, her presence a steady heat against the oppressive green. The other girls flanked them, blades and spells at the ready. They had been walking for hours, yet the massive Tree of Life still felt impossibly distant, its crown visible only when Liam jumped high enough to break the canopy.

"Stay close," he said quietly, voice low but firm. The words grounded him. These women had followed him across continents and battles. Protecting them wasn’t just a quest anymore—it was the only thing that still felt real.

Wood-attribute monsters lunged from the undergrowth—twisted root wolves and grass serpents that blended perfectly with the terrain. Claws raked the air where Liam had stood a heartbeat earlier. He countered with a burst of flame from his skill, charring vines and buying space. Pyra’s fire wove with his, turning swaths of aggressive foliage to ash. The girls fought in sync, their movements sharp with practiced trust. Each clash sent adrenaline surging through Liam’s veins, but every victory carried the same quiet fear: one mistake and someone he cared about would pay.

A piercing scream cut through the forest.

Liam’s head snapped toward the sound. They burst into a small clearing where a carriage lay shattered, gilded wood splintered like kindling. Two elf women huddled on the grass, clothes torn and hanging in tatters—half-naked, bruises already darkening fair skin. A ring of bandits closed in, leering, weapons glinting.

Rage ignited in Liam’s chest, hot and immediate. He didn’t hesitate. Power surged as he charged, his enhanced strength turning the first bandit into a broken heap against a tree. The others fell fast—Pyra’s flames, the girls’ coordinated strikes, and Liam’s raw power ending the threat in brutal seconds. Silence returned, broken only by ragged breathing.

The two noble elves rose shakily. Instead of fleeing or thanking him from afar, they pressed close, bodies trembling as they clung to his arms. The dark-haired one, tall and curvaceous with generous hips and heavy breasts barely covered by rags, looked up at him with wide, hungry eyes. The other, shorter with striking white hair, thick powerful thighs, and an ass that strained even torn fabric despite her flat chest, buried her face against his side.

Liam froze, heat rising to his face. "Why are you...?" He cleared his throat. ’They just got attacked. This isn’t—’

The dark-haired elf smiled, voice husky. "Only humans carrying the blood of heroes reach levels like yours. Ast wasn’t exaggerating." She turned slightly and slapped her own ample ass, the sound sharp in the clearing. "And we want your seed."

Liam slapped a hand to his forehead, a groan escaping. That damn boast. Ast’s big mouth had painted a target on his back in the best—and worst—possible way.

A system window flashed before his eyes.

**Quest Received: Elven Bloom**

**Objective:** Impregnate as many elf women as possible.

**Failure:** None.

**Reward:** Permanent stat increases for every successful impregnation.

**Note:** Elf physiology ensures your partners will not carry children unless you choose the permanent stat boost option for them. Offer wisely.

Liam blinked, then looked at the two women. Their eyes held desperation mixed with desire, vulnerability laid bare after the attack. He saw it then—not just lust, but a chance for strength in a dangerous world. Something he understood too well.

He softened his voice. "I can offer more than that. If we do this... I can give you a permanent boost to your stats. One time only. But only if you want it."

Both elves nodded eagerly, the white-haired one pressing closer, her thick thighs brushing his leg.

What followed was raw and consuming. Liam laid the tall dark-haired elf down on a bed of soft moss first. She arched beneath him as he entered her slowly, savoring the tight heat, her huge breasts bouncing with every thrust. He gripped her wide hips, driving deeper, changing angles until she cried out in pleasure. Switching positions, he pulled her on top, letting her ride him hard, her ass slapping against him rhythmically while he kneaded those heavy tits. Her moans filled the clearing, addictive and desperate.

He didn’t stop there. The white-haired elf watched with parted lips, then took her turn. Liam positioned her on all fours, marveling at those massive thick thighs and enormous ass. He thrust into her from behind, hands digging into plush flesh as her short frame took him completely. She pushed back eagerly, walls clenching. He flipped her onto her back, legs over his shoulders, pounding deep while her flat chest heaved. The contrast—her powerful lower body gripping him like a vice—drove him wild. He switched again, sitting her on his lap facing away, bouncing her on his cock as her thick thighs quivered. Climax hit them in waves; Liam finished deep inside both, pulse after pulse, their bodies shuddering in shared release. The air smelled of sweat, earth, and satisfaction.

Panting, Liam rose and helped them up. A warm system notification confirmed the boosts and rewards. The elves glowed with new strength, eyes shining with gratitude and lingering heat.

They pressed on toward the Tree of Life. When it finally came into full view after another leap, Liam’s breath caught. The trunk was beyond comprehension—wider than cities, height vanishing into the heavens. ’No wonder this place feels sacred.’

He remembered the new quest but pushed it aside. ’After the trial. Priorities.’

Huge stairs spiraled upward into the heart of the tree. Even running at full speed with the girls, it took a grueling thirty minutes. Liam cursed under his breath, legs burning. "Whoever designed this had a sick sense of humor."

At the top waited a woman who could only be Citra. Golden hair cascaded down her back, her tight white dress clinging to curves that rivaled the most exaggerated fantasies from his old life—enormous breasts and an ass that swayed with hypnotic grace. Power radiated from her like sunlight.

"We wish to take the Trial of Life," Liam said, meeting her gaze steadily.

Citra’s lips curved. "You are the first man in five hundred years not to collapse from exhaustion on those stairs alone. Impressive, boy." Her laugh was light, teasing. "Fufufu... I hope you finish it too."

She gestured to a shadowed opening near a massive pillar, sealed by red tape and a shimmering barrier. With a flick of her finger, the barrier dissolved. "Follow me."

At the edge, she pointed downward into darkness. "The trial is simple. Jump. A worm is devouring the Tree’s core from within. Save her. I cannot enter—level restrictions below one thousand apply down there. And if I forced my way in... I would destroy the Tree itself."

Liam’s heart hammered. He tried to inspect her level out of habit.

**Warning: Target is far beyond your capabilities. Inspection strongly discouraged. Backlash imminent. System would enter healing mode for one full month.**

He swallowed hard. Even Valdora’s vessel hadn’t triggered anything like this. Citra was on another scale entirely.

She smiled at his shifting expression. "You are fascinating, young man. I have high hopes for you." Turning to the girls, her tone softened with regret. "I am sorry, but only he may take the trial."

Liam squeezed each of their hands briefly, drawing strength from their trust. Then, together with the knowledge that he carried their safety on his shoulders, he jumped.

Wind roared past as he plummeted into the endless dark. ’How deep does this go?’ His stomach twisted. A sudden breeze brushed his face—air inside the Tree? Strange. Then a low, guttural roar echoed from below. The ground was approaching.

Liam summoned the same enchanted cushion he’d relied on since the Dark Mountain days and hurled it downward. His level was higher now, but the fall from this height was no joke. Heart pounding, muscles tensed, he prepared for impact, the fate of the Tree of Life—and his own growing legend—rushing up to meet him.