Until the Elven Nation Attacked - Pilot (Patreon)

I am not a rapper, but this is indeed a story about how my life all about how my life got flipped, turned upside down.

And believe you me, when I tell you I was flipping through the air, I mean it. I want to at least know that my flips were impressive if nothing else, not that I did them willingly mind you, and by the time my vision was gone, I was still spinning in mid air, feeling only more pain as I landed and rolled on the ground this time.

My eyes opened, and I saw that the young boy playing with a ball that I had sacrificed my life for, in perhaps the single most cliché moment of my entire life, even as I was in total, utter and literally life ending agony... was okay with only some scrapes to account for the tumble he took when I pushed him out of the way of an incoming truck. He was crying, no doubt terribly scared and in pain, the mother whom he had escaped from was crying, her jaw hanging open, arms wrapped around the little boy I had saved.

I hadn't really noticed how many people were around. When did all these people show up?

Everything was... distant. Muffled. Like I was hearing people panic through water. It was becoming harder and harder to breathe, my eyelids were heavy. I couldn't feel anything other than a deep seated cold and tiredness...

I understood then, on a deep and fundamental level... that this was it for me. Fear seized me, terror, panic, but I couldn't even do or say anything to show it, I was trapped in a body that was slowly growing colder, as my precious lifeblood seeped out of me.

My bag was not too far away, its contents destroyed.

Despite the fear and pain and horror coursing through me as I reached the end of my life, as I found myself regretting everything I had done, I thought about what I had failed to do.

Even I thought it was weird when I thought about how excited I had been, just mere moments ago, to get home and play the latest erotic game from my favorite indie h-game studio... as much as I know that vns are dime a dozen, there was a part of me that was more sad and sorry about not getting to play the new game than about the fact that I was dying... I guess that's what my life became in the end.

What a shame. Would anyone miss me?

My parents are gone, I was an only child, nobody liked each other at my job, and I haven't kept in touch with anyone I met at school... My existence was a sad, lonely one after all...

And I was looking forward to being able to play as a futanari elf this time...

As my vision finally faded completely, and the cold took hold, numbing even my own mind, I swear I heard a beautiful voice, warm and comforting, envelop me, a voice that spoke in a thousand tongues and a thousand times, all at once, in perfect synchronicity, a being of infinity and singularity all at once...

This must be what it feels to hear the voice of god, I thought...

"Your wish... is granted."

My... wish?

My last thoughts faded, and my eyes, closed for the last time...

I slept. And I dreamed. And though I feared the cessation of my being, I basked in the sudden and lovely warmth in which I found myself, I never once thought I would welcome the sweet embrace of Death, but her arms are soft like pillows, her body is warm like a comfortable blanket, and her voice is very soothing, full of worry and affection.

Wait.

Something's off.

"Ah! She's awake!"

Something's very very off. You know that feeling you get when you realize you're breathing consciously, and then you can't really go back to breathing automatically until you forget about it? The disturbance of my sleep is something like that, like, suddenly I realize I'm not really sleeping or dreaming as much as I sort of was just... in a trance or something.

And now I can't go back to that heavenly nothingness.

"Ugh... what happened..."

And that... was not my voice. This lovely, high pitched but not stridently so, soft but not weak, and even almost sweet, tone could not possibly have come from my voice. It's a woman's voice, to begin with, and it's the sound of a voice that, to be entirely honest, I would most usually hear as part of my favorite hentai games. Usually from the main female lead.

"You're awake," a voice, a little deeper than mine but quite similar, spoke, and my eyes opened, I found myself rubbing my head with a hand too small to be mine, a perfect, unblemished, smooth, pale and perfectly manicured hand. For a moment, I marveled looking at my hand, and realized that the person was still talking to me, I turned to the source of the voice and-

BOOBS.

It was... boobs.

That dominated my vision. "Bah, bo, hwah," I had to scramble to find words. "Sorry I, I didn't hear a word you said, could you repeat that?"

The person speaking giggled and pulled back. "Goddess' grace," she said, and more of her came into view.

It was... well, I really have no other way to describe her. A hentai elf was present before me. She was inhumanly perfect, she had long, glossy and luxurious golden blond hair braided and slung over her right shoulder in a slightly loose, slightly messy braid with a complicated design for the hair tie holding it together, juicy pink lips that looked delightfully kissable and utterly delectable, cheeks with the slightest hint of pink, sapphire blue eyes that seemed to be glowing, and of course the part that was still stealing 90% of my attention as I desperately tried not to gawk at her breasts that were nearly as large as her head.

One does not understand the true size and presence of hentai tits, until one is in front of a hentai elf, and I am not an exception.

My jaw almost dropped as her breasts seemed to hypnotically sway and bounce just from her breathing alone.

"You're the most disoriented newborn I've seen in quite some time!" she said, bringing her hands together. She was wearing a strange pair of gloves, elbow length but fingerless except for her middle finger, which had a golden ring that the glove seemed to end at. She also wore a toga, the kind that looks like someone wrapped a sheet around themselves, but very poorly, because it was sheer and thin and let me see past the nearly completely transparent toga to see her golden microbra, tiny triangles that covered her nipples and golden strings that tied over her neck and behind her back, framing her extremely long ears, with pointy tips that were a little pink at the tip.

I cast my gaze down, but that only made it more evident that she was a sex bomb, as she wore a matching tiny little golden thong, which rode high on her magnificently thick and fat thighs, and I could already imagine the golden thong being devoured by her no doubt matching ass.

If this is heaven... It looks pretty sweet.

"Alright, alright, goodness me," she hummed, placing a hand on my shoulder, and then slowly rubbing soothing circles along my back, it felt... very nice, her hand was soft, and as she sat beside me, she pulled me into a hug. "You're fine, you're okay, the disorientation will pass... are you better now?"

I didn't realize I was crying, didn't realize I was hyperventilating until I wasn't breathing, and I didn't realize I wasn't breathing until I was forced to swallow air in gulps by my desperate body, going through the cycle over and over again, as if it was detached from me, as if I was an observer, trapped in my own body. "What's wrong, what happened, where am I!?"

"Oh, deary dear," the woman whispered softly, taking my hand in hers, and squeezing it firmly. "Here I am sweetie, I'm with you," she spoke, "just listen to my voice, hear my words, and relax, just relax, you're safe now, you're okay now," she said.

It took a few moments to come back down to reality.

"That's it, just relax," I heard her whisper softly into my ear, as I was pressed against those... delightful, soft, lovely chest mountains, and... it was nice.

"What's wrong... what's wrong with me... what happened... where am I?" I asked, luckily, my voice sounded a lot less desperate and scared now, even to myself.

"It's okay, it's normal, you were just born sweetie," the woman beside me whispered. "My name is Neem," she said, softly. "I am the elder and leader of the elves."

"E-Elves..?"

Of course. She was an elf.

"That's right, sweet child," she spoke soothingly. "That is what you are, what we are," she spoke. "You're a newborn, some disorientation is normal, though you appear to have a little bit of a worse case than most. You are quite unique in many ways..."

"Wait, I'm... newborn?" I asked, because that didn't make sense. I looked at my hands. Those were smaller than mine but, thin and slim and elegantly svelte though they might be, they're definitely the hands of an adult. I looked down, further, and... yeah. This magnificently massive rack sitting on my chest was definitely there. I'm on a bed, most of my body is covered in a silky feeling white blanket, and I'm surrounded by mostly just wooden furniture, but... this looks like, well, this looks like a log cabin for an adult.

"Yes! You'll soon become used to it!" the elder Neem said, smiling brightly and standing up from the bed, clapping her hands together. "The Sacred Tree of Yggdrassil, our great Goddess, will bestow upon you the required information!" she said. "As the one who welcomes new life into our town, I shall now borrow this home's kitchen and prepare your very first meal," she spoke. "Please look forward to it! Settle down, relax, and open your mind..."

She turned around, and left the room, I followed her with my eyes as she turned around. The sheet she had wrapped around herself, a parody of a toga, did little to cover her perfectly curved back, nor did it hide the fact that I was right, her golden thong disappeared between her obscenely large buttocks.

I was glad she was turned around, because I was hard as a rock within moments of just looking at the elder and her bodacious body.

And then what thought just crossed through my head, and I processed it little by little.

I could almost hear the creaking sound of my neck craning down to look at... yep...

That's an erection.

My hand reached for the pole pitching a tent in my blanket. The soft and silky blanket around my skin felt utterly and mind boggingly wonderful. The images dancing in my mind of the elder in her excessively sexy getup and the scent left in the room, that had wafted off of her, and even my own, as my excitement grew... I became possessed with impossible images of sexiness, all I could think about was those gigantic tits, that fat ass, those sweet, luscious lips, my erection, so huge, nearly the size of my forearm, felt so overpowering I couldn't resist it.

The urge to fap was far stronger than it ever has been, and before I knew it both my hands were wrapped around my silk-blanket covered cock and I was stroking it furiously, feeling the pressure and pleasure and taking my lust to the next level, my voice coming out in moans that I would've furiously stroked myself to before, I was finding myself insanely hot even as my own beautiful hands stroked the ridiculously immense meat pole that I hadn't even seen through the blankets, it was like electricity was coursing through me, my breathing was going wild once more, and the pressure was growing by the second.

The ginormous cock I was stroking felt ten thousand times more sensitive than my own ever did, I enjoyed myself to the absolute limit and then some, every muscle in my body tightened as the pleasure overwhelmed me and I just wanted more, wanted to try to resist so I could go further, harder, faster, stroking myself harder and more intensely, choking my cock with all my strength, until finally-

I could hold no more.

I came. I came! I came I came I came I came!!!

I came like every single thought I had was ejected from the tip of my dick, like every single problem and worry I had was suddenly sucked out of me through my dick and shot off with such force and power and in such insane quantities of thick, pearly white and stinky fluid, that I was left in absolute bliss, only now realizing I had arched my back, pressing my shoulders against the bed and raising my crotch into the air as I came hard enough to go all the way through the blanket and shoot into the air.

And as my thoughts cleared, my mind became empty... I experienced it all.

The information came.

I was an elf.

The Elven Nation of Yggdrassil, named after their Goddess, the Sacred Tree of Life and Creation Yggdrassil, was a tiny little country, comprising only the forest of Yggdrassilia, also named after the Goddess. The sacred tree near the middle was about the size of a mountain, if a mountain were hourglass shaped.

About two thousand elves lived around its massive trunk, where we were protected from the monsters that infested the forest, in log cabins.

And everything that came to me about my race immediately revealed to me that we weren't just elves, we were hentai elves. Almost universally, we have huge tits, we're straight up born as adults with no juvenile stage at all, we're born from fruits of the tree of Yggdrassil, we live basically forever and never age beyond the appearance we're born with.

Said appearance can range from looking quite young, somewhere between 18 and 21 though usually skewing a bit older due to the average size of our tits, all the way to about 40-ish, usually the ones like the Elder, Neem, who looked like a beyond perfect milf, with certain outliers even having wrinkles that only added to their wonderfully sexy appearance.

The heavenly sensation of the dump of knowledge intensified and prolonged the orgasm I was experiencing, my entire body shaking as I came again and again, as I kept stroking my cock furiously, ignoring the incredibly sticky mess I had made of myself, more and more thick strings of sticky and stinky cum spraying all over my bed, myself, the room, my own naked tits, everywhere!

We were surrounded on all sides by monsters, which was the reason why elves rarely left the forest, but beyond that, there were many different nations. The world was a melting pot of different humanoid races, including the requisite people with animal ears and tails, as well as tufts of fur on their ankles and wrists, named the Raqia, the highly violent pigmen Orcs, that apparently barely qualified as civilized, the humans, with their immense numbers and european Kingdoms, and of course, demonfolk, a humanoid subrace of demons that unlike their feral and bestial brethren, were capable of reason.

And immensely hot, as it were. As expected, the females of every race were immensely hot, though in my honest and totally unbiased opinion their beauty paled in comparison to the varied and lovely beauty of the elves.

I landed back on the bed as I stroked the last few vestiges of my orgasm out of my dick.

I'm a big tiddy hentai elf with a massive futanari cock, in a world where elves are surrounded by enemies on all sides. Logically, I can't blame them for wanting us. We are drop dead gorgeous to a fault, and I'm totally not biased towards my fellow elves, not in the least.

I panted, breathed heavily and opened my eyes, and-

There was... the elder... with a platter that had a bowl of soup on it. Miraculously, the bowl of soup was clean.

But she was covered in thick cum, some of it was soaked into the thin sheet she wore as if it were a toga, and she was redfaced, her jaw hanging a little.

"It... it can't be... How come I didn't see..."

Welp.

My life is over just as it began.

"You must be the one chosen and sent by Yggdrassil, our goddess, you are the Chosen One! The Savior who will unite the elves and bring us to our true destiny, as masters of this wretched world!" she said, "oh, dearest and most holy leader, this lowly elder greets your magnificence, and I pledge my allegiance and devotion to you, oh agent of the goddess!" she said, approaching me, "and I thank you from the bottom of my heart for the blessing you've bestowed upon me," she moaned, as she placed the platter with the bowl of soup on the nightstand I only now realize was next to my bed, and then she moved swiftly, removing the silken sheet from my lap.

Wow.

Just... just fucking wow.

It's nearly as thick as my admittedly thin and elegant new arm, and it really does seem to be the length of my forearm, there's a thick vein that runs along the left side, and smaller, shorter veins that nevertheless pop and throb as blood flows through my cock. It's covered from its dark pink tip to its base in thick and gooey semen. I don't have any balls, my pussy wasn't actually attached to it, my dick didn't come out of my clit like I sometimes imagined futanari cocks did, rather they were actually separate.

"Yes... this is just as I'd hoped, this is what I foresaw, you are the one I've been waiting for, for two thousand years, ever since the goddess appeared before me and told me of our ultimate destiny..." she said, reaching for my cock, grabbing it gently. "It is by your hand that her will is done," she moaned, as she nuzzled my cock.

"B-But, but- I'm just-" I was going to say a guy, but, well, I got a pretty good idea that I'm not just a guy anymore. I'm somewhere between. "I'm just one person, and, and I'm not even super smart or anything."

I can't do the bullshit uplifting that isekai protagonists do!

"The goddess told me back then, that for the savior, knowledge would come as easily as if they were to think of a word, and search in an infinite, immense library with access to all the world's knowledge and more," she said, "tell me oh great savior- can you seek the truth, within the mists of the ethereal web of knowledge?"

Before responding, and just to humor her because well why not...

I did as she described, mimicking within my mind the idea of searching the wikipedia entry for agriculture in the middle ages, thinking about how one of the first stops in most isekai was to revolutionize the food production industry.

Well, what do you fucking know, the wikipedia article popped up in my head, as if I had read it and recalled it perfectly. Then I looked up major agricultural inventions and techniques and, yep, all there as well. Everything I could possibly need, just about the sum total of all knowledge that the internet back home in my world had access to...

Okay.

I definitely can't uplift a country of two thousand elves into modernity in the bullshit way isekai protagonists do.

But I probably have a cheat way better than damn near any of them could ever conceive, because this is phenomenally silly.

Out of curiosity, I tested, I can't seem to access any fiction or entertainment product, it seems like I mostly just have access to information, though of course, I'm limited by my ability to interpret, understand and apply it. But still...

I'm brought back to the real world, Neem the Elder clearly realizes that I can indeed access the information as her goddess promised, and that is enough for her. I can see in her eyes, utter and total devotion, a promise fulfilled. Her hands cradled my cock, and then she placed a soft, loving kiss with her luscious and soft pink elf lips, a kiss of devotion and subservience, looking me in the eyes as she opened her mouth and engulfed my length, taking it down into her throat.

Like a true and proper hentai elf, she could deepthroat my massive cock with ease.

I leaned back.

The information flowed into me, about what this was about, and I reached with my hand to pat her head, heedless of the sticky semen that covered it, just caressing her affectionately as she sucked cock.

I had... a lot to do. First, I had to understand more about where we stood, where our technology level lay, what we did as a country. The information I got was very surface level.

But...

Before that... I groaned in appreciation and spread my legs, leaning further back so Neem could climb on my bed and lie down on the bed to begin devotedly sucking my cock, making me feel an all new, and unbelievably intense, pleasure.

Lewd elves are the absolute best!

Also that soup smells absolutely heavenly as well, and I'm NOT letting it get cold on my watch!

I think I understand now.

I, a lover of hentai elves with huge tits, have been summoned to this world, a world of serial conflict heading into a period of strife and warfare, to be their leader.

These lovely women, they had lived a life of isolated peace, they had only limited interactions with the outside. They were a people of great lineage, of great individual power, and with much wisdom and knowledge to share...

But, well, there's about two thousand elves total, but there's twenty million humans in just the countries that surround us alone, and the number of Raqia and Orcs aren't much below that. Even demonfolk have a hundred times our numbers.

What we do have is a metric fuckton of land. If my calculations are right, we have something like thirty thousand square kilometers or so of the most fertile land in the planet... we just need to take it from the monsters that surround us.

We have the fruit of the world tree, at least the ones that aren't slowly gestating elves, we have the plants of this forest, the wood of its trees and of the discarded branches of the world tree, we have almost everything we need... I think.

It's hard to concentrate, Neem is actually going hog wild on my cock, bobbing her head up and down, and no attempt to focus on anything else will let me extend this heavenly pleasure, I can't do anything but focus on how good she is at sucking my futa elf cock. One hand on her head, patting and caressing her gently, and the other, on my own head as I rest against the headboard of the bed in the cabin I woke up in.

I've crossed into a whole different world... not to defeat some Demon King and save all that is good, but rather, a goddess has summoned me to bring her people to primacy and dominance over all others, and to be honest...

As long as Neem keeps doing what she's doing, I'll do anything these people ask!