Chapter 9 The Elves

"Remember, Ethan…" Velma whispered. "Elves are a proud people, and they despise weakness. So whatever happens tonight, you must stay brave and live through it."

Ethan nodded. While he was generally excited to see the elves, being at the mercy of a soldier race didn't seem like a great idea. If a human maid could attempt rape on him and almost be successful, what could a much stronger being do to him?

"Elves consider themselves superior to humans," Velma added. "Never forget that."

"What? Then why are they working for us?"

Velma smiled and kissed her son on the cheek. "Don't underestimate the power within you," she said, poking him just above the groin.

"The elves pledge loyalty to a human leader if he is fertile. Your late father was an exceptional, virile man who rallied thousands of elves during his time. Only a small fraction of the army is left. As long as you survive, these elves will be subservient to us."

"However, don't forget their racial pride. Until you become strong and powerful like your father, don't offend the elven race if it can be avoided. On the other hand, remember that you are the future Count Cromwell."

"I will remember this, Mom," Ethan mumbled. He had no intention of doing anything stupid so early into his reincarnation.

Velma nodded and led their way towards the barracks' main hall. As they turned the corner, Ethan's eyes widened in sheer wonder. They walked into a medieval hall with dining tables littered with food and drinks. It was straight out of a video game with its quaint sounds and lights.

However, the most eye-catching were the creatures sitting across those tables.

Well-sculpted, tall, thicc, blonde females with shapely but oversized breasts. They were dressed in leather and chainmail, but their figures were too curvy to be unnoticed. Ethan couldn't help but stare greedily.

As the elves saw their guests arrive, the warrior heading the table banged her ale mug on the wood and grunted. The room fell into silence.

The warrior was none other than Captain Joan, the leader of the elven army. She got to her feet and left her table. The elf was at least six feet tall. Her mature breasts bounced precariously even though they were tightly bound in leather. Her hip swings were so substantial they could knock off a fully grown person a yard away.

The Elf Captain approached Velma and bowed her head. "Countess. What brings you to our humble gathering, my lady?"

The rest of the elves followed suit and paid obeisance.

"Captain Joan," Velma acknowledged with a regal smile. "I want to introduce my son, your future Count, Ethan Cromwell!"

All the elves turned to the boy curiously and bowed. They had protected the castle for decades but, apart from glimpses, had never seen the Cromwell heir before today.

"He's a handsome boy," Joan said, her eyes scanning Ethan from head to toe. Somehow, Ethan could feel prickling under his dress as she did so. Was elven vision magical?

"Thank you, Joan," Velma said with grace. "Let's retire to your office? I need your assistance with something."

"Certainly, Countess. Please follow me."

Joan ordered all her underling elves to continue the feast, and she headed towards a side door. As Ethan walked past the elves, they smiled at him invitingly. One of them pressed her breasts together to tease him.

The boy gulped in anxiety, wondering if they posed any danger to him. All of them were significantly taller than him and looked like they wanted to eat him up.

"How can I help, my lady?" Joan asked once they were seated inside her office.

Velma blinked with apprehension. "Well… Ethan is about to come of age."

"Oh?" Joan watched the boy with renewed scrutiny and licked her lips. "You have my congratulations."

"Thank you. But you see, that exposes him to new dangers. One of our young maids attacked him this morning and tried to take his seed."

Joan raised her brows in surprise. "How barbaric! Shall I behead that bitch?!"

The Countess waved her hand dismissively. "No, she is being disciplined as we speak. However, you see, the young maid gave him his first erection without an orgasm. And we all know about the Devil's Curse…"

Joan turned to Ethan with concern. "Young Count! Hope you have not pleasured yourself yet?"

Ethan shook his head in embarrassment. Why was his personal sexual life a subject of public discussion?

"Remember. It would trigger the Devil's Curse and even  expedite it!"

Ethan gulped with unease. There he was, staring at two bountiful, mature damsels in a fantasy world, and jerking off could turn him to stone!

Velma spoke up. "And that brings us to my request, Joan. You know the underage fertility rules. An underage fertile male can only use his seed for charitable purposes, be it humanitarian or elvenitarian."

Joan crossed her arms, forming a deeper cleavage with her spongy breasts. "I understand your implication, Countess. You want the boy's first time to be with a wounded elf."

While Velma nodded, Ethan turned to his mother. "With a wounded elf? Why does she have to be wounded?"

Before Velma could respond, the Elf Captain spoke up. "My lady, allow me to clear his doubts."

"Very well."

Joan eyed the boy curiously. His protest and confusion were why the elf sex partner had to be wounded. But surprisingly, he showed no reluctance at the prospect of sleeping with an elf. Did he expect gratification coming to the barracks? Perhaps the young Count was not as innocent as her mother portrayed him.

"Count Ethan…" the Elf Captain explained. "The human male seed's primary role in this world is to get females pregnant, which you already know."

The boy nodded. That was common sense.

"But the seed has other properties as well. Magical properties."

"Magical? I don't understand…"

Joan nodded. "Depending on which race you choose to sleep with, your seed donation can bring about miracles!"