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And Then The Elven Nation Attacked 5
🕑 Added 2024-07-11 04:00:34 +0000 UTCLeaving the tunnels beneath the Goddess behind, and walking a little slowly because even my excessively overpowered physique has to recover a bit after dumping multiple bucketloads of semen into a willing and ready Dark Elf who pledged to lead the Dark Elves into the new era of development and growth, I saw my very first sunset and as the sun sank beneath the immense trees of the forest far away, I immediately realized that the ability to see in the dark is not what I expected.
It takes a few moments for my eyes to get used to the lower light, but the gradual descent of the sun and the slow and gradual drop in lighting condition helped my eyes get used to it. I don't know why but I half expected that everything would gain a fluorescent green tint, perhaps I'd played one too many videogames where that was how nightvision was represented, but it was more like colors grew more muted and everything had a slight bluish tint to it.
It was closer to how darkness was represented in old school movies, with a blue filter that gave the impression of darkness, and a heightened contrast that made it more stark and obvious where light reached and where it didn't.
The light of the moon, high on the sky, was enough to illuminate most things, but it immediately became obvious that I couldn't just see in the dark.
"It's mesmerizing, isn't it?" Neem said, smiling at me, fondly. "I can remember my very first sunset like it was yesterday, ahh, how lovely... of course, back then, the forest was much smaller and there weren't Evil Wyverns and Insect Queens floating about our skyline," she spoke wistfully, "but I suppose there also were many more elves captured by hostiles," she hummed, placing a hand on her cheek. "I don't think I miss those days very much."
"We'll never let those days come back," I responded, reaching for her hand, taking it and squeezing it firmly.
"I believe so, Savior," she spoke, nodding thoughtfully. "Are you sleepy at all?" she asked. "We seldom get a chance to rest and commune with the goddess in our dreams..."
"Not just yet..." I responded. "Is there anyone else we could meet?" I asked. "The Goddess is a bit vague with regards to details about societal structure beyond the basics."
On the other hand, she's very generous with details regarding elven reproduction, and especially how to ensure fertilization. Naturally, the most effective method was to just keep fucking the elf until she was pregnant.
"Ah, I suppose we could seek out Meltriss?" Neem hummed. "While we don't have a standing military, per se, we do have a loose coalition of elves who are more... militarily inclined than most."
A loose structure... no real centralized leadership... A very basic attempt at a militia. Immediately histories of such flooded into my brain, maneuvers, tactics, the entire text of the Art of War and a book that dealt mostly with the life story but also the knowledge of someone named Donald McBane, a book called the Expert Sword-man's Companion, which gender aside might prove useful later so I tried to file that thought somewhere in my brain while dismissing most of it so I could instead focus on the then and there.
Luckily, this all seemed to take place while Neem was contemplating, and I caught on just as she began to speak once more.
"Finding her should not be too difficult," the eldest of the elves spoke, closing her eyes. "She will either be responding to some sort of incident, or on one of the stations that she and her group have built."
Oh, so more organized than I expected. Again, the goddess is vague on the details. "Is Meltriss not one of the elders?"
We began to walk, Neem guiding me away from the mouth of the Dark Elf tunnels.
"Not quite, the elders tend to... well... As we grow older, elves tend to grow more lethargic and disinterested with the world. Conversely, her group is made up solely of young elves, full of vim and vigor and who yet possess much curiosity and will to explore."
"You seem full of vigor yourself," I said, wagging my eyebrows at the elf who'd welcomed me to my new life, and whom I hoped to create new life with soon if we hadn't already. "And quite curious about me."
My cock was out, creating a small bulge in my outfit, the size and shape of my penis on the crotch area distorting it a little, but not being excited, it wasn't quite as impressive as it could be. Her eyes glanced to it, and the eldest elf had the innocence still to blush, despite everything we'd done together.
"My savior," she muttered, "you tease this old one too much," she said, shaking her head, "I've always made myself busy, every fresh new face that I greet into the world breathes a little more life into me... why, I dare say the duty I've given myself gives me life and joy and purpose," she said, "perhaps that might be why?"
So... she really liked meeting new people, basically. Neat.
"You're a treasure," I said, chuckling, "we are lucky to have you."
"Oh dear, my savior, you don't have to flatter me," she said, leaning against me, "I'll be with you whenever you want me," she said.
"Sure, as long as you can prioritize emergencies over sex, I'll be with you whenever you ask for me as well," I said, nodding.
She giggled, and together, we continued walking, chatting about not much in general, she guided me by the hand, describing the land of the elves to me. The knowledge in my head did not compare to the experience of actually seeing them for myself, and, as she said, they'd look even more wonderful in the day. During the night the flowerfield to the east of the main settlement would sleep, the flowers closing their bulbs to hold onto the energy gathered from the sun so it may last them through the night.
"During the Night of the Golden Moon, once a year, the flowers bloom during the night, it is said that the God of the Moon mounts the spectacle so that he may grab the attention of our goddess," the eldest said, "longing for the day in which she may return his affections, and bridge the distance between the world and the moon for them to reunite. They say Goddess Yggdrassil grows towards the sky, longing to reach him, yet they are forever apart... alas, forever shall the lovers remain separate as the sea of stars separates them..."
No details on the matter.
The goddess isn't answering the queries on this topic. Perhaps it might be a more sore one than I might think, either way, it was a waste of time to keep prodding, and besides, if she doesn't want to tell me, she'd probably have her reasons, and I shouldn't be digging into the goddess' personal life considering all that she's been doing for me in my reincarnation.
I hope that if she is still listening in, that if the goddess were to think of some way in which I might be able to help in the matter, that I would in a heartbeat.
For the goddess that granted me this dream paradise of a world in which I get to fuck all these lovely elves, I'll gladly lay down my life.
We reached the first station within minutes, and it was empty, the second, not much after, and it was also empty.
Each of them was basically just a small hut with a couple of essential supplies, mostly just sealed jugs of water, and a spot under a roof to sit and rest, away from the sun.
The third, same as the others, however, had someone there, a younger elven woman, who recognized Neem on sight, and saluted her in what seemed like a really screwed up version of a military salute of some sort, goddess can confirm. She's raising her right fist, putting it in the middle of her chest, but it's supposed to go over her heart under her left breast to match the human kingdom, but at the same time, her legs were at shoulder width but the tips of her green boots were pointed inward, which was incorrect for the orcish salute, and finally, she was bowing her head like the beastmen did, but the angle was incorrect, the bow was too deep, and she had bent her back which was supposed to be kept ramrod straight for every salute except the far east yokai who bowed to salute, but even then, her left arm was behind her back when in the east, it would've been her right, and her spine was curving when it should be straight. On top of that, she was still looking at Neem tilting her head up, which gave her a bit of a... less than respectful look.
In a strange way, by mixing everything and getting all of it wrong, she had created something unique.
"Elder Neem! Honored to meet you, uhm, ma'am, miss, my lady?" she tried.
I stepped in, placing a hand in front of Neem's chest to stop her. "Ma'am will do," I said, "straighten your back, bring your feet together and point the toes outward, bow at a forty five degree angle, and never look up to the person you're saluting, keep your eyes closed and raise your head and back only once you've been acknowledged," I said, trying to project as commanding a tone as I could, and luckily, there's about a half dozen articles from singers and former military leaders that I can use as guidance for this.
The power of an internet search engine is amazing.
Apparently, this sort of thing is actually important for a military force. I guess there is an actual reason behind all the pomp and show and excessive focus on seemingly useless and inconsequential minutiae, no need to go into detail but there apparently are a ton of good reasons why the militaries of the world I'm from put so much focus into being neat and proper with your uniform and following strict codes of conduct.
Seemingly caught up in the moment, the elf woman did as I said, straightening her back, tilting her head down, moving her feet and raising her body to the angle I determined. I'd talk to her about what she seemed to think made for a good uniform later.
Seriously, what is with these beautiful, lovely creatures and sling bikinis? She's wearing almost as little as Kalatina, a green and white sling bikini so small that I could see her big pink areola on either side of the white band that seemed painted onto each of her breasts. She had long white gloves that went up to her biceps, with gold detailing on the cuffs and on the edges, and thigh high boots in white, her thighs were adorned with leather bands with golden designs on them, and her boots ended on pink high heels that had a very princessy look to them.
She looked like she would make for a perfect lady knight princess sort, to be defiled and fucked until all she thought about was the cock that made her that way.
Perfect!
I cleared my throat, got my mind out of the gutter and turned to Neem. "When she salutes, say at ease so she can relax," I said.
"Oh! Ah, uhm, at ease, Meltriss?" Neem finally said.
"Do I- do I just pull up and... what do I say?"
"Say nothing, just pull up, then drop your arm and then continue the conversation. This is how you greet a superior, and how your underlings should greet you, always remember that the lower ranked individual must hold the salute until acknowledged by a non-military superior or until they are saluted back by the superior. Oh, and just to be clear, the superior should not bow, only the one whose rank is lower should bow."
"Oh! I see!" Meltriss, who looked indeed to be young and full of vigor, responded. Then she stopped. "I don't seem to recognize you and I pride myself in knowing most of the wanderers, may I have your name?"
"Wanderers?" I asked, immediately receiving an answer from the goddess, and from Meltriss as well.
"Ah! You must be a newborn then, a Wanderer is the term elves use for those who aren't content with stillness," she said. "I apologize, I assumed you were a Wanderer because you have a worldly look to you that most elves don't," she said. "And you corrected my salute like you knew it so well- Wait, that doesn't make sense, how do you know it so well?"
She seemed to grow suspicious, then. She had an adorably naive look to her even as she frowned and narrowed her eyes. She didn't carry a weapon on her, and I could spy on the hut that was the entire station not far away from us that she had left a belt with a sword and its sheath, as well as what looked like more proper armor than what Kalatina wore.
"Meltriss dear," Neem said, "please do show some respect, you speak to the Savior of the Elves, the agent of the Goddess that will bring us salvation from the ravages of war," she said, gently, smiling at the would-be militiawoman.
"The... savior?" she seemed suspicious. "That old legend, Elder Neem?" she asked.
"That's correct," Neem said.
"For real?" Meltriss said, turning to me. "I'm Meltriss, I have made it my own task to patrol the fields that separate us from the forest, who keeps the monsters that slip past the goddess' barrier suppressed and slays them when they trespass," she said, closing her arm and then pointing an accusatory finger at me. "If you would try to fool the elder then I will take it upon myself to defend her and all elves," she said, "even if it must be from one of our own..." she closed her eyes, "so now tell me the truth! Fess up! Are you really the Savior of the Elves!? The Agent of the Goddess!?"
"I... yes?" I more asked, than replied.
"Alright I believe it," Meltriss said.
Were I an animated cartoon, that would've made me have a comedic pratfall, as it is, I managed to catch myself before the world dropped under me as she pulled the rug faster than I can ever imagine.
"Seriously!? Just like that?!" I asked, scandalized.
"Yes! You seem like a trustworthy sort!" Meltriss said. "so! So! How did you know about the salutes?"
"I, er- well- I have this sort of ability, if I ask something the goddess most of the time tells me the answer," I said. "It doesn't work for everything but like, the goddess provided me with the correct example of the salutes you were copying, think of it as a painting being formed in my mind," I explained.
"That's amazing," she said, her eyes lighting up as she did, clenching her fists and almost bouncing in place. Definitely full of youthful vigor for sure. "Oh! Oh! Does the goddess tell you how to teach someone how to use a sword? We've been trying but since the elves don't really fight with weapons like the other races do we've not had an easy time trying to use them at all!"
I frowned. The answer was, yes, I had access to training manuals on a lot of different kinds of swordfighting in my head as they were freely accessible on my former world's internet. "Wait, can you not ask Kalatina?" I asked.
"A shovel isn't like a sword! Not at all!" Meltriss said, huffing so intensely that I half expected to see puffs of white smoke from her nostrils. "We want to fight properly, with swords, and spears and shields and bows," she said, gesturing with her hands to show off what she thought fighting with each weapon would look like, mimicking a very basic and warped idea of what a proper swing or stab with each would look like.
"Where did you ever learn about fighting, and, more importantly, where did you hear of or see military salutes like this?" I asked her, as she went about trying to recreate what she had seen in a variety of really wrong ways.
The treatise on sword wielding still rolling about in my head is gonna make me cry with frustration seeing her mimic a sword swing that poorly.
"Ah! Sometimes we meet travelers in the woods, hunting the powerful monsters, and some even make it all the way to the goddess' barrier," she explains. "Sometimes we turn them around, usually they leave if we show up and tell them to leave," she explained, "sometimes we lead them to a monster or something if they're insistent!"
"I see," I muttered. So she had some contact with the outside, "what about the sword?"
I could still see it out of the corner of my eye, and I could see from here that it was definitely a masterwork.
"It was made by Miel, the Crafter!"
Neem whispered into my ear, confirming that Miel was the Elder whom the elven crafters looked up to, their leader in all but name.
Meltriss continued to show me what she 'knew', imitations of what she had seen others do, presumably. Her swings are a disaster, her thrusts poor and weak, and her poise and posture are awful.
The footwork is such an important part of any sort of combat maneuver, and she seems to either plant her feet firmly on the ground, or do extraneous hops, jumps and skips instead of moving her feet with purpose and efficiently.
It's so bad in fact, that when she tries to mimic stabbing with a two handed spear the pointy end of her boot snags on something, a blade of grass, a bit of uneven dirt, whatever, the point is, she launches forward and immediately lands, face first, on my crotch, the pain making me see stars as I confirm that yes, I am doubly weak to crotch shots, land on the ground, and then Meltriss is between my legs.
I did not expect there'd come a day when I have an extremely hot elf between my legs, and I would, in fact, not be sporting the biggest boner in my life just from the thought alone.
Well, the pain is passing, and her unconsciously rubbing against my dick as she's trying to catch her bearings is taking care of giving me that very same boner I was thinking about before. I finally found my voice as I'm gasping for breath, realizing only now that I feel my lungs burning that I'd had the air driven out of my lungs by the impact.
"Oh my goodness, goddess gracious, Savior are you okay!?" Neem almost shouts, panic creeping into her voice.
"Alright, excellent timing to teach you about military discipline," I said, glaring at the blonde between my legs.
She really is beautiful. Her hair is a darker color than the golden blonde of Neem's, her eyes are a brilliant shade of aquamarine, her tits are almost as large as mine, and the curves of her body are perfect, had she not just headbutted my dick, I wouldn't even be thinking twice about taking her to the ground and showing her the lewd kind of wrestling, but my cock and pussy still hurt a little, and I'm really glad my balls weren't out otherwise I'd probably be in agony.
"Eh?" she asked, her eyes wide.
I pulled her off and stood up. "Alright, lass, listen up! I'm clearing my schedule, you go ahead and gather all the able bodied women you can find that want to form up and become the core and backbone of the elven defense force!" I said, stepping up and gesturing with my hand, "and as a punishment for attacking me, even if it was by accident, you'll also have to do this without wearing your full set of clothes, you'll do it with just your underwear!"
"W-What, but why!" she called. "I'll look silly with just my underwear on!"
Honestly, the fact that she took off her clothes to relax suggested that this was more of a favor than a punishment. She wore the uniform-like clothes purely because she thought they looked cool, so it wasn't that surprising.
"Exactly," I said, "you cannot learn discipline by being comfortable!" I said. "You're the one who wanted to be a militia like the ones the other races have, then I'll train you and properly teach you how to be a militia! And that starts with gathering all of you!"
"A-Alright," she replied.
"From now on, when you're given an order by a superior, the answer is Yes, Ma'am or Understood, Ma'am!" I ordered. "Did you understand that?"
"Yes I did Ma'am!" she replied.
"Salute before you leave," I commanded.
She executed the salute I had corrected earlier, still a lot of work to be done, I called to her as she struck it. "Lift your back more, keep your spine straight, straighten your feet some, your right arm should go over your heart, alright, that will do for now, we will work on making it perfect later," I said, hitting the same salute as she did, without bowing, and then resting. "Alright, that's it, you may now go!"
"Yes ma'am!" she shouted, scurrying off to perform the task I assigned her.
Neem giggled. "You seem to be having fun, Savior."
"I guess?" I said, chuckling lightly.
"I thought you would have... ah, well, used your penis on her when she fell like that," she said.
"I considered it," I admitted, "but I changed my mind. I'll do that later, once the structure is established. I feel like both myself and I would be more satisfied if we did it once the command structure is established."
"Then you should trust your instincts, Savior, it might well be the goddess' guidance."
True.
It could also just be me wanting to indulge in the fetish of a subordinate sleeping with her superior. My cock twitched.
"Neem..."
I pulled her into the station, and we got to work on calming my raging needs. I don't think I'll ever be satisfied or bored of these lovely ladies...
