Zeal of the Mind and Flesh: A Cultivating Gamelit Harem Adventure (Spellheart Book 1) Read online

  “Don’t look at me like that, babe! I feel like I’m a kid being stared down by some old perv!” Dean complained.

  “Dean! Dean!” Two elves came running up to us. I recognized them both as the two Dean spent the most time with. Both were of the kind that spoke some English.

  “Yonda! Erula! Your favorite guy is back. I’ve missed you two!” Dean held out his arms waiting for a hug. Yonda and Erula obliged, nearly knocking him over. They glanced at the purple-haired elf.

  “Kron ‘tel madur!” Erula snarled at the purple haired elf, while Yonda gave Dean a big kiss.

  “What did she say?” I asked Yonda. I was curious about whether they generated the babble on the spot or if there was actual language that had been developed for this place. The patterns I’d picked up on suggested the later. Babble doesn’t repeat itself, but languages do. I’d caught a few phrases repeated enough times to realize they must represent something.

  “She said, ‘This one is ours. Back off!’” Yonda translated.

  “Didn’t know I was a claimed man.” Dean joked. “Tell her to latch on to Sammy over there. He’s a shy guy. He needs a girl who knows what she wants to bring him out of his shell. Even if she is a little creepy.”

  Sam glared at Dean as the elf translated the words. Immediately, the purple-haired elf latched onto Sam’s arm, lifting him off his feet. These androids were absurdly strong.

  They further proved their strength a few moments later when Yonda and Erula swept Dean right off his feet and carried him to a nearby room. Dean reclined like a pampered emperor and shouted, “Onward ladies!”

  Soon we were in a plush and spacious private chamber with the three elves. The house didn’t seem to assign any of the elves to any patron. You just walked around outside and one of them would jump on you. Sometimes several, if you were Dean.

  “All right ladies, you know my thing. Nachos by the bucketful please! Then we’ll get down to business!”

  “You...mhmff,” Dean began as Yonda stuffed a cheese-covered nacho in his mouth. “Just walk around a bit...mhmff. Thank you beautiful, but just give me a second to finish talking. Anyway, Teddy—”

  “Please don’t.” I cringed. Teddy had been my father’s nickname.

  “Right, sorry. It’s just I can’t add a ‘y’ to Theo. Theoy. Just doesn’t sound right.”

  I waved my hand, motioning for Dean to drop the topic. “Get to the point Dean.”

  “Hey man, I’m just trying to look out for you. Ever since you had that big fight with your family and your uncle took over the family business you’ve been bent out of shape. That’s why I was so stoked when you were looking to have a night out, but now you’re just brooding in the corner when there’s dozens of hot elves out there who’d love to keep you company.”

  “I’m not just here for fun, I’m here to learn.”

  “You see! That’s what I’m talking about. That brooding look on your face and that obsession with improving yourself! Sammy’s seen it too, right Sammy?”

  Sam waved an arm, but that’s all he could do from his current position. The purple haired elf was straddling his torso and had him pinned to the couch, aggressively exploring his mouth with her tongue. All that escaped were a few muffled grunts.

  “Sammy says yes.” Dean declared as Yonda fed him another nacho.

  “You don’t need to worry about me. I’m fine, Dean. Better than ever.”

  Dean looked at me uncertainly. The moment passed and he looked away. “You know what goes great with nachos? Beer.”

  “No! Don’t let him order the beer! It will spill!” Mac whined. It was kind of creepy, considering he looked like a plush seat at the moment.

  “Shush, you. You’re supposed to be doing your best impression of a chair.” I chided.

  Dean must have placed the order on his implant while we were talking, because as if to answer his question the heavy metal curtains that were giving us some privacy were swept aside as a tray filled with beer and nachos rolled in.

  I was flipping through an eBook on the schematics for these brothel androids, hoping I’d find something I’d missed the first time I read it now that they were right in front of me. Despite earnest searching, I found nothing about an elf-like design. With my focus elsewhere, I didn’t even look as I tried to grab a beer. I didn’t even really want one, but if it would keep Dean quiet I’d chug one down.

  When I reached out, I didn’t feel a cool class mug or a tray of nachos, or even the metal frame of the automated trolley. What touched my hand was something soft, warm, and filled with life.

  I jerked my hand back in surprise, but the elf reached out with reflexes beyond what any standard android should posses. She grasped my retreating hand in her own and pulled it back towards herself as a hesitant smile made its way to her face.

  “Oh…” The warmth of her hand on mine made my nerves tingle. I tried to squash the feeling and clear my head, but the elf moved closer.

  Wow, she was pretty. Beautiful, really. Bright green hair combined with piercing eyes that analyzed my very existence. Long green hair framed a slightly tapered face with a flawless symmetry that you’d only find in the work of a master sculptor. Despite having features that bordered on perfection, the way her eyes shimmered in the light and the way her lips smiled gave her a living vibrancy no statue or painting could ever hope to imitate.

  The slight movements she made as she approached were filled with such grace I got the uncanny impression that she wouldn’t look out of place floating through the air. The way she grasped my hand reminded me of a giant trying to lift a butterfly without hurting it. I gave my hand an experimental tug and despite her seemingly gentle grip I found I couldn’t budge her in the slightest.

  That should have made me nervous, but the green-haired elf’s smile and slight blush was so disarming I didn’t even realize how close she’d gotten.

  “S-sorry.” I muttered, cursing myself for stuttering. Damn it, I wasn’t a pubescent teenager. In the background I noticed Dean giving Erula a fist bump.

  “You… you take drink?” the elf said in broken English.

  “Sure.” I said as I reached up towards the tray in the green-haired elf’s hand, but instead of handing it to me she turned and distributed the drinks to the others, placing one glass in Erula’s hands, who handed the drink off to Yonda who could then feed it to Dean in between nachos. She placed the second on the floor, somewhere near where Sam was getting smothered by the purple-haired elf on top of him.

  She took the final glass herself and discarded the tray on the floor before clumsily plopping into my lap.

  “Here… you drink.” The elf pushed the glass to my lips. Her breathing quickened and I sensed she was as nervous as I was. We were both awkward and clumsy in that moment and the beer spilled on my shirt.

  “I can drink on my own, but thank you.” I said, taking the glass from her hand and setting it on the table. I could feed myself, unlike Dean. He was lying down on Erula’s breasts, eyes closed as Yonda fed nachos into his mouth and massaged his jaw with each bite so he wouldn’t have to chew through his own effort. I shook my head as Erula washed each chip down Dean’s throat with a splash of beer. He enjoyed this place far too much.

  “Oh, let me clean.” The green haired elf said, rubbing at my shirt and face which I’d just spilled beer on.

  I tried to wave her off and just wipe it away with my sleeve, but the elf pushed my hand away with ease. I tried to resist for a moment, but damn, these things were strong. A casual motion like that felt like it had the weight of a car behind it. Talk about over engineered. I could think of no conceivable reason to make a sex android so strong.

  After trying to smear the alcohol away with her hand, the elf looked around for a rag. She found none and took off her shirt to use instead.

  Dean, with his supernatural sexual senses, cracked open one eye.

  “All right then, we’ve moved on to this part of the night already. Come Yonda, Erula. Let’s leave this boo
th to Theo and go somewhere else. Hey purple hair! Haul Sammy over there with us.”

  Dean vanished behind the curtain. The purple haired elf followed him, with Sam tossed over her shoulder, looking quite comical as he was carried by the smaller elf. Soon enough, it was just me and the green haired elf.

  “So… uh… what’s your name?” Yonda and Erula both had names. No reason why this android shouldn’t.

  “Savatania.” The green-haired elf responded. Her English was clumsy still but it improved with every word. “Means, ‘to be born from the flowing river’ in elvish.”

  “Fancy name. I’m just Theodore Waltz.”

  “Yes, they tell me you like to be called Theo.”

  “I guess they’ve already got me on record.” I shrugged as Savatania tried to figure out my jacket. She was plucking at the zipper for my jacket like it was a dangerous serpent that could turn against her at any moment. It felt like she was trying to unzip them but didn’t know how.

  I checked the corner where Mac was still sitting, doing his best impression of an inanimate object. It wasn’t too hard for him, considering he had a hundred other bodies. He could just power this one down and do stuff somewhere else. He sure made it seem like it was a hard task though with all his complaints.

  After watching her struggle for half a minute, I ended up undoing the zipper myself. Seeing I was handling my own clothes, the elf threw her rough spun cotton tunic off with gusto. Honestly, she felt way more excited than me about this. She ripped her leaf-patterned pants off with similar enthusiasm.

  When we had both stripped, she leaned into me in a way that pressed as much of her warm flesh against mine as possible. Like most of the elves in this place, she was only modestly endowed, but her slim form made what assets she had work overtime.

  I tried to loom over her, but it looked like she wanted me to lay back and enjoy her attention. She swept the coffee table clear and I allowed her to push me down onto it, where she lifted one leg and straddled my waist.

  Savatania was now only wearing a thin strip of cotton that served as her underwear, and she slipped it off. In doing so, she exposed a neatly trimmed, gloriously beautiful pussy, with just a thin line of green stubble above it.

  Her body was every bit as majestic and graceful in construction as her mannerisms. I’d always considered the human form to be gangly and inelegant compared to something like a cat or a hummingbird, but I couldn’t deny the beauty of what was on display before me. Her mint-green hair cascaded over her shoulders like a stream trapped in time. Skin glistened in the light overhead without the shine of oil. There was a shine to her that I’d almost place as supernatural in origin, were I not a man of science. My eyes were drawn to her breasts as I watched the two orbs of flesh rise and fall with Savatania’s breathing. All other experiments were driven from my mind as my curiosity was overcome with the irresistible desire to discover how those luscious mounds stayed so perky without any support.

  She ground her crotch against my stomach as her lips came down to meet mine. Blood flowed to my nether regions as she lit a fire in my loins.

  We kissed as my hands roamed across her body, crawling over her hips and slithering up her waist until I could cup those bountiful breasts in my hands. I massaged them with my fingertips and Savatania mumbled in pleasure, eyelids closing halfway as she embraced the intimacy of the moment.

  Her lips tasted like fresh morning dew, and her warm bosom felt like rising mounds of dough. I lost myself in the sensation of being with her. I closed my eyes and the room we were in melted away. Lost in the moment, I got the distinct impression I was in a meadow, breathing the scent of pine cones and feeling grass under my toes. When I opened my eyes the illusion was shattered, but the sensations it had brought remained.

  After a glorious minute of rising desire, Savatania stood again, reaching behind her while maintaining my gaze, she felt around for my cock, which stood rigid and pulsed in her hand.

  She gave it a few quick pumps in such a way that I was certain her skill in these matters was more instinctual than born from experience. With no further foreplay, she guided my member into her wet pussy and mounted me.

  There was an intense warmth to her, and her muscles clenched down on my cock with a firmness I wouldn’t have thought possible, like her pussy was trying to suck my whole body up into it.

  My erection grew harder and harder as she rode me. Up and down, up and down. Until the two of us came simultaneously.

  For me, there was a rush of pleasure, followed by that strange sensation of my senses coming back to me after being in the throes of passion.

  By her reaction, her orgasm was orders of magnitude more powerful than mine. Her whole body shook, and her hands gripped my forearms so fiercely I was afraid my bones might shatter.

  I twisted to free myself from under her. She was half my size, but felt like she was double my weight. I guided her backward towards the love seat that was actually my robot friend. Savatania followed blindly, her eyes still filled with bliss as I lay her against the love seat.

  Now was as good a time as any. “Mac…” I whispered, and my longtime friend came to life with a groan. From the hole in his disguise where I had attached the nanobot probe, a long, pointed needle shot out, poking directly into my lovers exposed ass. At the same time, he scooted back all the way to the opposite corner of the room and stood up, desperately trying to dust off the seat cushion attached to his stomach.

  If she had been a human, she wouldn’t have even noticed the sting. The needle was one of those painless medical varieties modeled after a mosquito nose and was coated from head to stem in quick acting numbing agents.

  “Back! Mimic attack!” Savatania yelled as she pushed me away from the perceived danger. Before Mac could retract the injection device the elf moved with supernatural quickness, snapping through the steel arm that attached the needle apparatus to Mac.

  Then she grabbed the coffee table, an object that was twice her size, and used it to swat Mac’s heavy form across the room like it was tennis racket.

  “Wait!” I shouted, trying to stop her before she caused any permanent damage. “That’s just Mac.”

  I came clean. I’d injected her with nanobots so I could see what she was made of. By the look in her eyes, she felt betrayed, though she didn’t seem to know what nanobots were.

  “The mimic is your servant?” Savatania asked with a strange look of confusion on her face.

  “Contracted employee,” Mac corrected, “hired as a sanitation worker, ostensibly. Though my employer’s definition of cleaning services is very loose.”

  “Yes, he’s my servant. Look, I’ll have Mac put up the results of the nanobots. You can look too. This will show us what you look like from the inside.”

  Savatania frowned. “Why do you need to look inside me? You already can feel?”

  “Curiosity.” I answered with a shrug. “Mac, display the live feed from the sensors.” Sharing the fact that I was trying to figure out how she worked might get me in trouble with the owner of the place, but I’d decided I didn’t care about that anymore. If the elf was human enough that it could fool me into thinking it was a living, thinking being, I’d treat it like a living, thinking being.

  “Okay, but I want those brand-new servos as soon as we get back. I’m detecting several of mine have taken heavy damage from your angry lover.”

  Even as the AI complained, a huge 3D model appeared in the center of the room via augmented reality.

  “This is the live feed from the nanobots.” I said, gesturing at the 3D model.

  The green-haired elf frowned. “I see nothing.”

  Huh? Oh, she must not have been equipped with something equivalent to my implant. “Mac, fire up your projector.”

  A lower-res version of the model I had just been looking at replaced the one made by my implant. Actual 3D projections weren’t nearly as good as what an implant could make, but this time Savatania could actually see what was going on.

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p; “This here is the data being fed to Mac in real time. As you can see here… wait, is this right Mac?”

  “This model best fits the data being sent by the nanobots. It’s as good an approximation I can get of a messy organic form.” Mac replied dryly.

  “But this can’t be right…” There wasn’t a trace of the silicon and wires I’d expected from an android. Even one that had a layer of living cells on top would have some trace of synthetic infrastructure.

  I blinked at the elf in astonishment. “Y-you’re alive!?” I said in surprise.

  Savatania gave me an unamused expression.

  “That would be my analysis as well, Theo. She appears to be fully biological in nature. Not even a sign of implants or augmentation.” Mac answered. “She appears to be entirely natural.”

  I took a deeper look at the readings Mac was feeding out to me. “The organ structure is different. Hell, I don’t recognize half these things! Some of these are blood vessels, but what are these other channels for? Nothing’s flowing through them now but—”

  “Meridians,” Savitania replied, having joined us in analyzing her body, “For magic.”

  I looked where the heart should be and saw something that might have been a heart, but it was more circular and pulsating with a strange life. The nanobots biochemical readings were having trouble finding recognizable hormones in the body…

  “You… are you, some sort of alien?” I asked carefully, turning to face Savatania with more than a little apprehension.

  “I suppose that’s close enough to the truth.” A deep male voice proclaimed. Savatania had vanished, and in her place was a middle-aged man with tanned skin and a head shaved so smooth it shined. He was wearing an old-fashioned business suit without a tie and the top three buttons undone as he lounged casually.

  First elves, then magic, and then magical bald men. I’d had just about all I could take today. I turned to Mac, but the light in his eyes had gone dim and he slumped against the wall, deactivated.

  “You’re confused. Just sit down and let me explain before you ask questions,” Baldy said as he waved a finger. I blinked and suddenly I was in a seated position. I tried to open my mouth but couldn’t.