Full-grown elf Man… Oh, It’s Possible

Asher's mind raced, a whirlwind of panic and desperation swirling around him. He could feel it coming—Ruham was about to pull out. The man who was supposed to be his ticket into this world, his future father, was on the verge of abandoning him at the most critical moment. The betrayal stung more than Asher could have anticipated. *Why?* What had he done to deserve this? The betrayal of a fellow man? He had waited for this moment, this opportunity to take control of his destiny, and now it was slipping away.

*No… I can feel it. He's about to betray a fellow man!* Asher thought frantically, his spirit hovering in a limbo-like state. His abilities were limited. His skills, barely enough to affect the physical realm, seemed useless in this moment of urgency. He was still trapped in a liquid form, unable to fully manifest his presence. *All I have is Cell Domination,* he realized, frustration bubbling up. But what good was that ability in this situation?

Meanwhile, Ruham was lost in the throes of passion, his hands firmly gripping Seraphina's thighs as he mounted the bed, standing over her like a conqueror. His energy surged, every thrust filled with reckless abandon. It was as if the universe itself had bent to his will, fueling his lust. Each moment burned itself into their memories, leaving a permanent mark that would haunt their hearts for decades to come.

But as they reveled in their dream-like pleasure, Asher had plunged headfirst into a nightmare of his own making.

"I'm pulling out now!" Ruham's voice echoed through Asher's mind like the toll of a death bell. This was it—the branch between salvation and doom.

*No! You can't! You started this, now you finish it!* Asher thought furiously. *If you're not man enough to do it, then I'll do it for you!*

With an intense surge of willpower, Asher activated his one trump card.

{Cell Domination has been activated.}

{Warning: Object is too high to be dominated.}

{Warning: Object is too high to be dominated.}

The notifications flooded his vision, but Asher refused to back down. His desire to live, to be reborn, to *exist* in this new world was stronger than any warning. He could *not* be aborted. The idea was unbearable.

*Even if it costs me a huge chunk of my cells… even if it destroys me…* His determination crystallized into a single thought: *I'll dominate this world.*

{You have lost half of your HP.}

{You have gained dominance over 50% of Ruham's penis.}

The notification brought a twisted sense of satisfaction. *Fifty percent,* Asher mused. *That's all I need to win.*

Suddenly, Ruham, who had been ready to pull out, froze mid-motion. His body shuddered as a strange, overwhelming sensation took hold. It was new. It was unexpected. It was intoxicating. "I... I can't pull out!" Ruham gasped, his voice thick with confusion and pleasure.

Without warning, Ruham's body betrayed him, plunging back into Seraphina with reckless abandon. His thrusts became erratic, almost desperate. He had surpassed the point of normal pleasure, teetering on the edge of something far more primal.

Seraphina screamed beneath him, her body caught in the same wild rhythm. "Ruham! I—awwwww! If y-you keep going… Y-you'll…" Her words were lost as waves of pleasure consumed her.

With a final roar of ecstasy, Ruham's body gave in. His love juice erupted into Seraphina with a force that left them both breathless. He collapsed backward onto the bed, his chest heaving, heart pounding in his ears. "I've… never felt anything like that before," he muttered between ragged breaths, his mind still reeling from the intensity of it all.

Seraphina pushed herself up, glaring at him in frustration. "You bastard! I told you not to finish inside! It's not a safe day!" She snapped, her annoyance palpable.

But Ruham could hardly process her anger. The sensation that had overtaken him moments earlier still lingered, overwhelming any rational thought. *What the hell just happened?* he wondered, glancing down at his exhausted body.

Little did they know, they had just been victims of Asher's desperate gambit.

Inside the swirling chaos of Ruham's body, Asher was triumphant. He was exhausted, his energy nearly drained, but exhilaration pulsed through him nonetheless. "You thought he'd choose hoes over bro? Ha!" Asher chuckled to himself, barely able to keep his consciousness intact. *You were wrong!*

His vision blurred as his form began to lose its coherence, but one last notification flickered before his eyes.

{You have completed your mission with flying colors. Your dominated cells will take you the rest of the way… Please standby.}

Asher's last thoughts before slipping into unconsciousness were of the new life that awaited him. *A new world… where I have a bit of luck for once. My first moments of life, and I've already experienced sex! Hah!*

*This is it… I'm going to be reborn as the pound-pound king's son. How… interesting.*

The journey of the cell that dominates had just begun.

***

In the quiet aftermath of their encounter, Ruham lay on the bed, too dazed to move. Seraphina stood at the edge, grumbling to herself as she cleaned up the aftermath of Ruham's reckless passion. "Men are so clueless," she muttered, her frustration barely masking the satisfaction lingering in her body.

Ruham, still lost in his thoughts, blinked slowly. "I swear… I didn't mean to finish inside," he murmured, too blissed-out to care about her complaints.

Seraphina threw a pillow at his head. "Clueless!" she huffed, but there was a playful smirk on her lips. "You really love pouring all of it in me, this would make the twelveth child wouldn't it?"

"Actually this should be thirteen."

Axel's mind tinged in deep thought at the statement, 'I take it back, I thought I was the only child. This fucker is just going endlessly without stopping, what's he trying to achieve an army!'

'I think I'll rather be aborted here'

Thirteenth son. How unfortunate.