And Then The Elven Nation Attacked 3

The caverns underneath the divine tree were lit up beautifully by glowing mushrooms with golden, blue and pink caps, creating a strangely alluring and almost hypnotic effect on the walls. The mushrooms were visibly moving as well, like they were breathing. The ground beneath us wasn't paved, but the natural bedrock had been carved into a path that led deeper and deeper.

Luckily, Neem as the Elder had to know all of the Kingdom, because despite having directions in my head for the tunnel's layout, I didn't actually have a map proper.

I'm also learning a lot about caving as we're following the well lit but only vaguely signposted tunnels. I've resolved based on binging tons of stories about caving disasters that this cannot continue, it cannot be allowed to remain like this, even if we didn't have records of elves dying in these tunnels thanks to the ever vigilant Dark Elves, I still have no intent on even leaving the possibility.

"Neem, make a mental note and remind me later that we need to get to work on properly exploring, mapping out and signposting these tunnels. Lucky for us they're already illuminated," I said, running my hand along one of the tunnel walls, pressing against it. At first I wondered how firm it was, then I pushed hard, using some of the inhuman strength I had as a byproduct of my race, and I couldn't dent the walls. Alright, they're definitely solid.

"Of course, my savior," Neem responded. "It shall be so."

These tunnels could be definitely made safe, and it was important that they were made very very safe. We cannot leave the roots of our goddess unguarded after all.

Heh, look at me, I'm already fitting in. I'll also not think about fitting inside Neem, not even as she continues to guide me down the tunnels and my eyes are glued to her almost fully exposed butt in that golden thong, as her his sashay. Luckily I'm following her and don't need to think about where I'm going, because otherwise I'd absolutely get lost. Is this how the rats following the Pied Piper felt?

Hm.

Right, the perfection of Neem's asscheeks distracted me for a moment, but soon enough, we're reaching a larger room that seems to have been set up as a permanent outpost deep in the tunnels.

Or is it an inpost, given that it's very deep in our territory, both metaphorically and literally? Thoughts for later.

The tunnel splits into three separate tunnels, the one we came from, one that went left, and the third which went right, all of them looking more smooth than what nature would create. "That way," Neem said, guiding me to the left, the tunnel was a little darker because the man made three way split, or elf made I should say, didn't have any of the glowing mushrooms, but as we crossed the slight bit of penumbra we came upon a large curtain.

Neem pushed it aside and stepped through, beckoning me to follow with her hand, and I did as she bid, moving the curtain aside and entering a large, mostly circular but a little irregular in shape, chamber.

The walls were thoroughly smoothed out, the ground was actually straight up one of the roots of Yggdrassil, the dirt completely removed from covering it, and a gigantic mushroom, about the size of a house, was growing in the middle. The entire chamber had enough space in it to fit a small town I'd wager, and there was even a pond with water that seemed to be swirling around the middle at a very slow speed. I wonder if they carved a hole in the roots?

Around the gigantic mushroom in the middle there were houses built from rock, stone and what appeared to be a primitive kind of cement, if I had to guess it was made out of limestone but it was hard to say since, fantasy world and all.

I could go at length telling you about the architecture of the primitive mudhut-like houses, but really, I wasn't paying much of any attention to any of that, nor was I even thinking about the fact that the huge blue mushroom gave everything a slightly bluish tint with its bright light.

Because the Dark Elves were taking about the entirety of my attention and maybe even more than that. I could scarcely remove my eyes from the women moving around. Some were leaving through one of the tunnels, there were plenty of tunnels leaving what I now assumed was a resting point, hub or even underground town of some sort, three elves with rich brown skin and very light hair wielding picks, and two more with shovels.

Another was on the little pond I mentioned, loading up a water bucket that she then proceeded to carry into one of the houses.

Two more were practicing with swords, one of them was attacking in predictable, simplistic patterns and the other was trying to parry her attacks, their wooden weapons clacking and sliding around each other.

There weren't many to be seen, I assume many of them are around and about, doing their usual thing, patrolling the tunnels.

"This way, Savior," Neem stated, gesturing towards the giant mushroom. "The Dark Elder, Kalatina, should be available around this time of the month."

I nodded, and she guided me around the blue mushroom and towards one of the smaller houses. I was noticing that most of the houses here, unlike those in the surface, seemed to mostly just be places to store stuff. Well, if the Dark Elves didn't need to sleep, I would imagine they wouldn't really waste space by having bedrooms, and wouldn't return to their home as often as those of us who do need to sleep would.

The door to Kalatina's home isn't, well, a door per se, it's just a curtain to keep out the light. Dark Elves don't seem to believe in doors at all. Still, we go into her house.

The first thing I notice as we enter is that she has a study, living room and workshop combined into the entrance of her house. The second thing I notice is that there's the definite scent of woman in the air, she definitely spent a lot of time in this house. The third thing I noticed was that Kalatina dressed even more lightly than every other elf I've met so far.

She wears only a sling bikini-like armor, which she seems to ahve been in the process of taking off when we entered.

"Elder Neem," Kalatina stated, one of her greaves and thigh guards off, the other she was unbuckling from behind. Ignoring that, she stood up. "I didn't know you'd be coming to visit," she said.

Her tits are not just big, they are bigger than her head big. They're bigger than Neem's, hell, they're bigger than mine. They're barely being contained by her overstretched, overstrained sling bikini-like armor. In fact, I'm wondering what the purpose of that even is, because she's exposing everything and I can see she has muscles that ripple with every movement she makes, and in the light of the mushroom that was illuminating the inside of her home, she had a light sheen, a cover of sweat.

Maybe she'd just recently returned? Or had been working out?

Either way, I could feel my nostrils flare and I could feel her scent go directly into my brain, into my cock, and I could even feel my pussy getting wet at her pheromones coursing through my system. Her sling bikini armor is so tiny that there's nothing left to the imagination, and I wonder if I'm creeping her out because I just can't stop looking her up and down, over and over again, that rich, almost shining brown skin, her enchanting golden-amber eyes, her long ears, growing so dark as to be nearly black at the tip, her long, pale lavender hair... Even the tight little frown on her face was sexy.

Speaking of which... she looked at me.

"Elder, you brought a newborn with you?" she asked. "Forgive my presumption, but she doesn't look like a Dark Elf."

At this, Neem smiled. "Yes, though she is a newborn," she stated, gesturing at me, "she is the Savior of Prophecy, the Agent of our Goddess. I brought her here because she wishes to become acquainted with all of the elders, as her duty is to reorganize and reform our society."

Kalatina crossed her arms. "I see..." she muttered. "The goddess doesn't make mistakes, but, perhaps this girl is delusional?" she asked. "Far be it from me to question your judgment, Elder Neem, you are the wisest of us all after all, but- frankly, I have no reason to believe this girl's claim without evidence."

I hummed. Kalatina didn't seem to just reject me outright. If I had to guess, I would probably believe that she doesn't believe me, rather, she's probably requesting for some sort of proof.

"Ah, yes - of course, I-"

Neem stopped as I put a hand on her shoulder, and I shook my head.

The first among my women looked at me, gave me a smile, and stepped aside with a nod.

"Elder Kalatina," I began, reaching towards my crotch, "the goddess has blessed me with the tools necessary and the knowledge needed to bring our people together and defend us from the perils of the war that is coming to us."

The Dark Elf elder gestured with her hand around herself, as if gesturing to the boundaries. "We're safe, protected by the mighty monsters of the forest and the Goddess' own barrier," she stated. "Is it not blasphemy to doubt the Goddess?"

"The barrier protects us from monsters, but not from the mortal races," I said, raising my finger. "Furthermore, the goddess does not want us to merely continue to be isolationist hermits, forever trapped in this admittedly comfortable cage."

"Oh?" Kalatina raised her eyebrows and tilted her head. "For thousands of years the elves have been pacifistic, passive and dedicated themselves to the defense and care of the earthbound Goddess Yggdrassil," she said, "and you would tell me that she wants us to... be aggressive now?"

There was a moment's pause.

I then continued. "Yes. Specifically, she wants us to actually properly conquer the forest, and dominate, though not exterminate, the other races."

"Shit, lady, that's all you had to say," Kalatina said. "I've spent the last six hundred years doing nothing but killing Titanworms," she said, "I've not wielded a sword in five hundred of those years, but I've become pretty adept with a shovel," she said, raising her right arm and patting her bicep. "We Dark Elves don't do too well in extremely bright environments, but we excelt at night operations," she said.

"W-Wait, you're in, just like that?" I asked. "You didn't even ask me for proof about my claims of being the Goddess' chosen!"

"To be honest I don't rightly care, Elder Neem vouches for you," Kalatina said, shrugging her shoulders, "Savior, not Savior, if you're moving us from the rut we've been stuck in for the past two thousand years, then I'm all for it," she said, clenching her fist. "What's the matter?" she asked.

My feelings must've shown in my face, I was pretty shook at the entire situation developing the way it had.

It then struck me that, while I know that in theory I'm a former human, a former enemy, to them I... well, I'm a born elf, a child of their goddess like any other. Why would they distrust me? Hell, Elder Neem literally watched me being born, and believes me to be an agent of her very goddess. It starts to hit me that it'd probably be weirder for them to expect me to be some sort of enemy agent considering all of that. Hell, Kalatina could somehow tell I've only been around for a very short time on sight.

Thankfully the goddess answered my query as I asked it into the depth of my being.

Apparently it's a skill you develop with age, based on the way we walk, talk and even breathe. I suppose that when I think about it, Elder Neem moves with almost supernaturally smooth grace.

As Kalatina steps aside, I realize her tits aren't even shaking. She's at least six hundred years old, I imagine she has learned to move with her body since. But still, they seem mind boggingly perky considering their size. Sheesh.

She gestured towards a cupboard that was really more of a box with an openable door. "May I offer you refreshments? I have some fermented brightcap brew," she said.

"I would love some!" Elder Neem said.

Hm. An alcoholic drink made from the pink mushrooms. Somehow the drink became a rich burgundy color when it was fully fermented. Sweet and refreshing, it actually hit the spot that I didn't know needed to be hit.

I'm also now finding out that it takes tons of alcohol to get an elf drunk, because this thing is apparently thirty seven percent alcohol and a tall glass of it didn't even give me a buzz, even though technically it's the very first drink I've ever had since I was reborn.

This is not a good thing.

This fucking sucks.

Imagine taking an elf to a bar, they'd drink like a fish and not even get a buzz! Stupid poison resistance!

I drank another glass, and yep, still feeling nothing, not even a vague warmth inside. Boo! Bad goddess! You should've made an exception for good kinds of poison!

The hell do you mean no?

Blagh, I really don't need a ten thousand page explanation of why getting drunk is bad, I get it, okay? I'm not like that, I'm just saying, you should allow the girls to party if they feel like partying!

Ohh! Yeah that'd work.

Are you sure that we should have that recipe, though? It feels like we might get in trouble if it's not really supposed to be available to mortals, though I guess we're not really mortals in the way everyone else is, but, still!

"Uhm, Savior?" Neem caught my attention.

"Oh, sorry, my bad, I was just complaining to upper management about how resistant to alcohol we are, good news, I'll write down the recipe for something a little bit stronger later," I said.

"I see... then it is true that the Savior has a direct connection to the Goddess that doesn't sever after the imprinting," Kalatina muttered.

Right. All elves were connected to the goddess, but I alone could keep receiving information through that connection after I was pulled from the tree. Or maybe I'm just delusional.

You don't need to insist, I'm joking!

"This feels way too weird," I muttered, shaking my head, as Kalatina refilled my glass again, and I downed it once more. "I hate this," I said, "I should not be this sober after a third glass of something with this much alcohol in it."

"Ah, newborns," Neem giggled, downing her own glass.

Kalatina had brought a giant fucking jug of the stuff and was refilling her own glass for what I counted as the fifth time. "You've never been to the outside, Elder," she barked out laughter. "Most races out there, they always look so shocked when their grainwater does nothing to us!"

That's not a good thing woman! Everything I know about the drink we're drinking, delicious though it might be, suggests that it takes a lot of work, effort and resources to produce!

"Their mead and beer is much cheaper and more easily produced than the Brightcap Wine though," I pointed out. "Easier to store also."

Admittedly like most fermented drinks it kept for a long time at room temperature, but it would get ruined by sunlight. Magic mushroom bullshit I suppose.

We can probably still sell it as a luxury good but given we don't really have large scale production, and we don't even really have the means to produce lots of boxes to transport it in either...

I put down what I now realize is my seventh glass.

The warmth and a pleasant buzz are definitely hitting me now. This isn't so bad actually, especially considering I'm getting information in real time as I explore the effects on my own body... The scientific explanation of what's happening to me as well as the knowledge that I'm getting dehydrated by the very alcohol I was drinking...

Yeah, I should look for some water soon. We're not immune to headaches from dehydration.

There's also a deep pressure that's coming from my core, and my attention is caught by Elder Neem, laughing and waving her hand in the air. "No no no, not at all!"

Oh they were talking while I was lost in thought for a moment there. "What you guys talking about?"

Kalatina looked at me. "Neem was telling me about how you compare to the outsiders!" she said, leaning over the table, her massive tits resting on the table as she pointed her finger at my crotch, "down there! I told her there's no way!" she said, "are you really the savior? Then show me! Show me the divine cock!"

"Eh? What-" I shook my head, reaching for my crotch. "Well-"

"I wanna see it!" she called, her cheeks tinted a darker color.

Neem laughed, "You should do to her what you did to me, Savior!"

"Ooh, what's that about?" Kalatina asked, her amber-gold eyes almost twinkling. "I've heard the tales of Elves losing to cock and losing their mind," she said, "will the Savior's cock work on me?"

"Ahh, I don't know, I feel like myself," Neem said, tapping a finger against her lower lip, then lewdly licking it, "well, I feel like I want it, myself," she said with a giggle. "Savior..." she moaned.

I stood up.

I'm not about to lose control just because I've had a few drinks!

I'm wholly and 100% under control, for sure, I guarantee, even if I find myself hearing the funniest sound ever as my cock comes out, alongside my balls, and the next thing I knew I was sat back on the chair and elder Neem was drapped on my shoulders, her lovely tits putting their weight on my shoulders, and between my legs, there was a dark skinned, lovely dark elf, nuzzling the mammoth shaft of my cock, rubbing her wonderfully soft cheek against it.

"H-Hey, what are you doing?" I asked.

"Ehh... I don't know?" she asked, more than stated, giggling.

"You can't, you're drunk," I said.

"So are you!"

Neem licked my earlobe, massaging my shoulders and then reaching for my breasts.

The Elder of the Dark Elves looked up at me.

Well... I always planned to make her my woman. I didn't think she'd be offering herself up to me, but... I'm not about to complain!