And Then The Elven Nation Attacked 4

All elves are good elves, and I stand by these words because I am once again taken into paradise by the feel of hot wet elven pussy wrapping around my cock like it just doesn't want to let go. The pleasure is magnificent, the feeling of soft warmth and powerful pressure weighing down on me like the hug of a particularly loving and extraordinarily lewd wife, devoted and happy in her purpose envelops me.

Kalatina has absolutely nothing to be ashamed for, absolute first rate pussy, no, beyond first rate, zeroth rate, 100/100, I could stand here and wax poetic for the next three days just describing the immensity of amazingness that is Kalatina's slutty elf cunt.

Her tits pop out of her sling armor almost as soon as I'm pushing into her. We have no bed but we don't need one, her back is on the table and I'm between her legs, her massive brown tits freed from containment moving like the heavy and wonderfully enticing mountains that they are, I cannot be held accountable, when you wave such delicious chocolate in front of a starving elf, how was I to hold back from devouring it? The especially dark brown tips, her large areolas, tipped with those dark brown pebbles, a few shades darker than her sweet looking lips, call to me.

As I move to reach her tits I realize that I had only just gotten the tip of my dick past the fat and luscious lips of her cunt, and it's only when the shaft starts getting squeezed following my ramming motion that it hits me all at once, like a whirlpool sucking me in, and I'm hip deep in seconds, one hand grasping onto her tit for security, the other holding the other tit in place as I engulf her nipple and areola in my mouth, sucking as fiercely as I dare, taking all the taste of her wonderfully delicious breast into my mouth.

I can't wait for her to start lactating, and I don't care that the goddess is bothering me with the fact that she will not, in fact, produce chocolate milk from her breast, if necessary I'll goddamn find this world's equivalent of central america and invent chocolate so I can sprinkle it on her tits, they deserve being covered in fudge to appreciate her even better!

My cock trembles as I suck fiercely, getting all of her flavor and then switch breast while spreading my legs, my hips pushing hers around, reminding me that I too have those wonderfully flexible things called limbs that I can use to move, to bring her pleasure, to tighten up until they hurt so I can get out of the haze of pleasure that is driving me wild.

"Mhm... Savior... your balls are so thick and full..."

Oh that's just unfair, and I love it!

Without a hint of shame or doubt, Neem is between my legs, behind me, spreading my own cheeks slightly so she can get in, pushing my legs open from my inner thighs to give herself a better angle, and then she's lapping at my balls, nuzzling them, sniffing them, trying to make sure I can't control myself at all.

"Damn..!! Neem, if you do that, I won't be able to hold back!!" I growled.

"Then go ahead and go wild!!" Kalatina called out, grabbing me and shoving me back onto her breast. "I can feel you throbbing inside me, I want more, more pleasure!"

What a wonderfully lewd creature, well, if she's gonna insist, who am I to deny her?!

Nobody, that's who!

I once more latched onto her breast, this time my right hand on her left breast moved to her nipple, pinching and rolling it between my fingers to give her a powerful sensation, a spike of pain that momentarily disrupted her concentration, allowing me to catch her by surprise as I carefully, with telegraphed movement, moved my hips back, slurping at her nipple before letting go with a lewd and wet smack, Neem managing to get fully between my legs now, looking up, giving herself a better angle to continue licking, sucking, kissing and sniffing my balls, letting out a joyous moan of enjoyment as I dragged my balls over her face.

I looked down and saw her just under my large, cuntjuice coated shaft, looking up at me with a face of pure adoration and bliss. If I can bring her such untold joy, why shouldn't I? If I can make these lewd women happy, why shouldn't I?

That said, I really wish someone was touching my tits right now. What good is it to have them if nobody will enjoy them?! Focus on that later!

Now is the time to give Kalatina what she wants, to fuck this lewd elven cunt the way it deserves to be fucked, to fulfill the purpose that the erotic goddess these wickedly sexy elves adored so much had given them...

To make them happy of course!

I pushed in, the tight warrior cunt of the Dark Elf I was fucking presenting resistance only as far as it would be pleasurable, yielding as I insistently pressed forward, my balls feeling the wonderful sensation of dragging along Neem's face... actually...

A thought barreled through my mind like a drunken bull in a ceramics shop, and with a weird schlorp I retracted my balls. I really want to have some enjoyment from both my male and female parts, and since there's no way Neem can reach my tits from between my legs...

"Eat me," I demanded, "lick my pussy Neem!"

"Yes, savior!" Neem moaned from below me.

In a way, lesbian sex coming naturally to lewd elves shouldn't be a shocker. They had extremely lewd and sexy bodies and an innate knowledge of sex and sexual acts, they were created to fuck and be fucked, and a monogendered species having a taboo against homosexuality would've been quite silly.

And why yes, I am indeed attempting to distract myself from the intense pleasure of Neem's adventurous tongue delving into my cunt like a particularly hungry explorer promised the feast of his life if he will just complete this one spelunking mission.

"Savioooor~!" the amused voice of Kalatina reached my ears like a lewd whisper, yet she was practically screaming, "don't forget about me!"

She tightened her cunt as if to punctuate her words, and I felt it in my entire body, from the tip of my dick to the ends of my long hair, everything shuddered at once, and I once more caught hold of her tits like handles, grabbing them strongly, and now, now for sure, I moved. My hips screamed in effort, the tension in my body skyrocketed, I could almost feel my muscles protesting, every fiber of my being wanted to pound this choco elf cunt with all of my strength and borrow some more to hit her harder, but I started slowly, pushed up the speed at a steady pace and-

Oh who the fuck am I kidding, I couldn't hold that for even ten seconds before I was pounding her with everything I had, so much so in fact that we knocked the table over, though thankfully nothing broke even if the expensive alcohol was thrown everywhere, and then when we tumbled onto the ground, I simply pushed her down on her back and started smashing her into the ground with my hips, fucking her so hard and so powerfully that juices exploded from where we were joined.

I finally got my wish, Neem had moved on since she couldn't eat my cunt from the new angle, and instead, she got behind me, pressing her own body against mine, I have no idea when she got naked but now she is and she's pressing against me, her hands on my chest, massaging my tits, pinching my nipples, through the stretchy fabric at their front.

It feels amazing! This is nothing at all like I expected, rather than feeling just sensitive, it's like I have clits at the tips of my tits, and like all of my breasts are as sensitive as my pussy, elves are such amazingly lewd creatures, I can't stand this insanity of pleasure much longer, and it's clear that neither can Kalatina, her eyes are misty and she's trembling underneath me.

The mighty warrior that she is doesn't want to acknowledge defeat, she wants to hold on, it's the image I've seen in a million and one scenes of proud elves getting fucked silly, proud elves turned into lewd slaves to their master's cock, proud and wonderfully beautiful creatures of light, of purity and of sacred nature, being turned into cock-hungry sluts that seek only the next orgasm...

An elf brought to the highest peak of happiness, freed from doubt, thought and worry, freed of everything that shackled her...

Our eyes met, and she knew she was beat, she was laying it all, she was relaxing, her body simply surrendered to me and opened up, gave me all access to her. She had acknowledged me, she had accepted me, but most important of all, she had accepted me, and was now letting me make her whole.

Neem pressed her magnificent tits to my back, and her hands were on my hips, her entire body was flush with mine, and she sighed in contentment as I rested for a moment.

It was with a kiss that my fellow blonde gave me not her blessing, but a request, for she, too, wished to see Kalatina happier than she was even now.

And I only knew of one way.

I leaned down, moved my hands from her tits to the ground, and began to move my hips, picking up speed slowly, moving in and out, in sawing motions, until I was starting to make wet and splashy noises, the smack of our hips, crotches and thighs against each other's a crescendo that boggled the mind, until it was a staccato, plap plap plap, repeatedly, without stop.

My very soul burned with desire as I looked deep into her eyes, "get pregnant," I called, slamming into her more, the plap plap plap sound getting louder, "get pregnant, get pregnant, get pregnant!!" I called, screamed, shouting and demanding my own deep desire, resonating deeply with hers, she wanted to get pregnant, she wanted me to impregnate me, her mind, her body, her soul, unified in this singleminded purpose, her and I, together, we thought only of this...

"GET PREGNANT!!!" I roared, as I smashed into her, my futa elf cock sheathing itself in the deepest depths of her slutty elven body and exploding, thick and heavy piping hot white cream gushing from the tip of my dick like a volcanic eruption, immediately forcing its way past every barrier and going directly towards her eggs, my fertile sperm cells coming in wave after wave, tsunami after tsunami, of babymaking juices filling up her womb.

With my overflowing desire to impregnate her powering me, I didn't even realize that my balls had managed to push their way out of my body once more, they were working triple, no, quadruple time.

Neem's voice reached me as she first licked my earlobe, then whispered in my ear, words that I couldn't understand, it was distant, muffled, like she was speaking through a wall of water, my entire body was trembling as more semen gushed from my balls through my urethra into Kalatina's womb, potent seed being sown in the fertile fields of the Dark Elf.

"You're doing so good, Savior," Neem moaned into my ear, kissing my cheek, jawline, shoulder and then moving onto my breast, using her teeth to give me a stronger sensation even through my stretchy clothes.

Air was filling my lungs as I gulped it down, realizing I'd been holding my breath for a while, and as I came back to reality, I grabbed Neem, pulled her up and planted a deep and heavy kiss on her lips, sticking my tongue in her mouth and unabashedly making out with her even as the final spurts of cum exited my dick and deposited in Kalatina's pussy.

Our kiss broke and I pulled back, though I was wrong because as I did, I actually spurted a couple more thick and syrupy ropes of cum.

A thought strikes me, and confirmation courses through my skull from my connection with the goddess, allowing me to do some quick research that confirms I need to drink more water.

Apparently semen can become much thicker if you're dehydrated, who would've known?

Between cumming so much and the alcohol I drank, I guess it's no surprise.

Speaking of which...

Kalatina is twitching and slowly coming back to consciousness.

"Would you like to clean up before she wakes up?" Neem asked.

I hummed, thought about it, then shook my head, clearing the thought of a follow up with Neem. I shouldn't try to push my body too much more, I don't know my limits yet and, annoyingly, my connection with the goddess isn't actually getting me any results on whether I should go for another round or it's too risky to push myself further.

I never thought there'd come a day where I'm too dehydrated to have sex, but, well, here we are.

Luckily water wasn't hard to obtain. The water coming from the world tree was actually running water and not a stationary pool, which according to some very brief mental searching I did, suggested the water should be safe to drink even if the Dark Elves bathe in it for recreation.

I guess the goddess is not foolish enough to make the elves poison themselves with their own water, good to know.

"I'll need a drink first," I said.

"Ah! You rest, Savior, I'll go fetch you a cup of water," Neem said, "or have someone get you one," she added, "sit here," she said, helping me get up and over to one of the chairs on the table we'd been discussing over before, the table itself was still on its side though.

As I sat I realized that I actually did need a moment to recover. I really went all out on Kalatina, instinctively I knew she'd like it rougher than most.

Before Neem left I gave her a smile and a nod, and she moved swiftly, I could hear her voice as she stepped outside, greeting some of the elves who had unsubtly been around the house, hoping to get an idea of what was going on inside, and herding them away.

As that happened, Kalatina stirred and sat up.

"D-Damn, I've been smashed by ogres and didn't feel as exhausted and fatigued as I do now," the Dark Elf said, putting her hands behind her and trying to lift her torso up, weakly. She managed to half sit up, but she was very wobbly. "I can't feel my legs," she laughed, "this is closer to when I ran through the forest from the Stalking Tyrant," she said, "he kept me running for three days and three nights, and yet you've exhausted me worse, in just an hour."

I blinked. "We were fucking for an hour!?" I exclaimed.

"Yes. We Dark Elves have a nearly flawless internal clock."

The goddess supplied me with more information through our link, telling me about how it was part of the feature package, so to speak, that allowed them to perform better underground compared to regular elves. An ability to tell time innately without need for external aid with some degree of accuracy was a massive boon, apparently Dwarves, Gnomes, Goblins and Cave Trolls had a similar ability.

"You really are the savior of elvenkind, aren't you?" Kalatina asked, looking at me in the eye, trembling a little. "I felt it, when we were having sex... it was like I was back in the embrace of the goddess. I understand now how elder Neem is so taken with you," she said, "I can't help but feel like I want to follow you," she said, having recovered enough strength to support herself with one hand and rubbing her tummy with the other.

I could see only a very small amount of semen, from the tons I had poured into her, leaking from her pussy, still exposed with her sling bikini armor only pushed to the side.

She closed her eyes and smiled. "I wonder... is this odd warmth what the goddess feels when we hang from her branches?" she asked.

Apparently, yes. "Can confirm."

Kalatina laughed, honestly and openly, at my confirmation. "Then... I will follow you, as well," she said. "I could feel it, you desire me so strongly," she murmured, "your greed is unfathomable, your desire, unquenchable, your lust, indomitable," she spoke. "In all my years not once have I met an individual with ambition such as yours," she spoke, "not kings, not conquerors, not emperors and not even wannabe gods," she spoke. "If you would have me as your woman, then I will gladly be your woman."

I didn't need her to say it. I knew it. It resonated deep within me.

"But if I could make a request," she said, "then I would request that you do not forget about us, in the darkness of the caves, when you are conquering the surface."

I looked down at her, and couldn't keep myself from smiling. "I'm going to spend quite a bit of time underground," I said, "because I won't rest until each and every Dark Elf carries my seed within them," I said, extending my hand to her. "This I swear," I said, "under the name of Goddess Yggdrassil," I said, closing my eyes.

She took my hand, and allowed me to pull her up, a bit surprised, she thought I was gonna shake it, no doubt, but I pulled her onto me, and I had her sit on my lap, resting her body on mine, our chests against one another, the movement jostling the semen inside her and making her leak a little onto my dick. No worries, I'm gonna put another load in her before the night is out anyway.

"I think one of the first changes I'm gonna suggest to the council," I said, "is that henceforth deals and promises amongst elves will be sealed with a kiss," I said, "I want to promote a sense of unity and cooperation," I said.

"That sounds... lovely, savior," she said, as she kissed me once more, and I maneuvered her onto my dick, letting her engulf me with her freshly fucked and thoroughly creamed pussy, the weird sensation of sinking into a warm and hot cunt that's positively soaked in my seed.

I gripped her butt by her cheeks and squeezed, then I began to rock her slowly. Both of us were tired, and I needed to be slow and calm until Neem came back to rehydrate me.

Luckily, I was in no hurry, and I definitely didn't feel bad at all about the twin peaks my face was up against.

She sighed in contentment. "We Dark Elves will swear ourselves to your service," she said. "We might not be too good about fighting under light of the sun, but in the dark of the night, we will excel," she spoke. "If you would have us..."

"I have an idea about that," I said, smiling up at her, between her tits, "have you ever heard about the idea of sunglasses?" I asked her.

"How would wearing eyeglasses powered by Solaris protect us from the glare of the surface's light?"

Dark Elves weren't vampires. I could solve the issue of their skin being sensitive to light and overheating under direct sunlight with some desert-worthy clothes, but as for their eyes being sensitive to the glare of the sun, I think some tinted eyewear should do the trick. We'll have to experiment on that front, but...

Surprisingly, there's a good amount of techniques to produce sun-blocking eyewear that don't need modern technology...

We'll cross that bridge when we get to it, as it is, though, we're both starting to grind against one another, and just in time, Neem crosses the entryway with two big mugs of fresh water.

Hm, I know the water is clean, but a part of me really wishes it was Dark Elf flavored... maybe we could market that... Dark Elf Bathwater, perhaps? More thoughts for later...