Until the Elven Nation Attacked 16

Industrialization... was still very, very far away.

But, watching the craftswomen work was deeply satisfying. We had furnaces. They weren't the best, but they were functional. Had we a more readily available trade route, it would've been infinitely easier to buy them from the outside, but we didn't have that, and thus, we had to make do with creating them ourselves.

After lots, and lots, and I do mean LOTS of failures, eventually we managed to Frankenstein together what we needed to melt Duranium and pour it into a mold, and then, while it was still hot enough to burn our fingers, carefully shape it.

The first attempts didn't go too well, but at least we confirmed that we could do the threading, and that we could use our eyes and didn't need specialized instruments. The first problem we ran into is one that was brought to my attention by one of the lower ranked Craftswomen.

Namely, we needed the master screw to have a pointy tip, so we could use it to actually make holes, because Duranium was one of the few things that could reliably pierce or cut the godly wood of the divine tree without getting deformed or losing its edge in the process.

We actually miscalculated the size of the threading and the first attempts at creating a working Duranium Master Screw simply didn't fit on the prototype fastenings. Then we did it the other way around. Then a slightly too harsh hit bent the tip of the screw. And more and more mistakes, until after what I had thought were hours but in reality were two straight days of work between myself and the most experienced metalworkers among the Elves...

We finally had them. Nuts and bolts! We could make them! And the Duranium, unless it was heated, was so stupidly tough that it could cut through the Yggdrassil wood like a hot knife through butter! Now we just needed to cut a dry piece of wood to the general shape of a screw and then we can just use the Inner Thread to make wooden screws!

After that much work and the striking boredom of being forced to repeat the same product over and over again, after I severely and horribly underestimated how difficult it was to work with fantasy metal, I was finally done.

I took one of the trial pre-bolts, the top already shaped to be fastened and unfastened with a wrench, and then used the Duranium Threader to, well, thread it. I barely had to put strength into it, and I felt deep satisfaction as I watched the wood shavings, long strings, separate from the shaft.

"Success!"

There was a cry of happiness. We tested. Twelve bolts. Twelve nuts. They all matched. It was accurate. We have a primitive, but functional, method to produce usable screws.

One of the least experienced metalworkers then approached me as everyone was celebrating. "Savior, my lady, would it not have been easier to use regular fastenings and holds?"

"Yes," I said, putting my hand on her shoulder. Her hair was a dirty, sandy brown color, and it was even darker from the soot of the forge. Learning how to use the bellows had taken all of us a couple soot shocks, to say the least. I would've thought the Goddess would've been more helpful, but apparently, Gods can be dicks for amusement.

"Then why'd we do it this way?" she asked.

"Because I'm a dreamer," I said, "and I dream of the future! I dream of a time when it takes mere seconds to make thousands of these! When we won't have to bother with this at all, and instead, a machine will do it for us!"

There was a moment's pause.

"You didn't think about it until just now did you?" the metalworker accused me.

Honestly, I was so tired, that I almost didn't even want to do it.

But I still grabbed her and kissed her hard, sticking my tongue in her mouth, tasting a little bit of the stuff that was in her mouth that wasn't supposed to be there, but mostly, tasting her delicious elfy saliva. Even craftswomen dressed dangerously sexy, though all of us had aprons, made from monster leather, to protect us from the heat.

Our tits mashed against one another's, and my hands grabbed onto her buttcheeks, pulling back and looking deeply into her eyes. "You're exactly correct, please next time if you see me doing something stupid in a stupid way don't hesitate to tell me," I said, "sometimes I'm looking too far in the future and can't see what's right in front of me," I said, cupping her chin with my finger and tilting her head up. "So when the time comes, forget about restraint, and just call me out if I'm being dumb about something, okay?"

She trembled.

"O-Okay!"

"Good," I said, "now turn around and show me that fat ass of yours," I said, licking my lips, "I'm going to be fucking you now, I'm not sure when I'm going to stop."

"S-Savior!"

I was mobbed by elves in thongs and aprons, in other words, I was in heaven for a good few hours, until exhaustion caught up to me and I slept for the first time in four days, in a pile of freshly inseminated elves.

I woke up with my dick in someone's mouth, and I woke up in a room much different than the one I had been in. Neem's head bobbed up and down on my cock, I reached to pat her head gently as I relaxed into her blowjob. Our beds were made of soft grasses and wool. According to the Goddess, there was cotton, or something close to it, but we would need to trade with another race to get access to it.

"You're awake, Savior," Neem said, pulling up and smiling up at me. Elven milfs are great. My eyes spied her tummy, very slightly growing. Yes... very great. Wonderfully amazing even. "You slept for so long I was starting to get worried," she said, rubbing her cheek against my cock and then starting to stroke herself against it.

Sighing, I relaxed into what I suspected was Neem's bed, as she nuzzled my cock before she started to lick it some more. "Sorry, sometimes I have tunnel vision and concentrate too much into a single thing," I admitted, groaning as she began sucking me off again, taking me into her mouth.

Her tongue felt wonderful, it was like each of her licks was relaxing me and yet awakening me at the same time. Her hands worked on the length of my shaft not in her mouth, applying even greater pressure than her mouth, she took me in deep down her throat, then pulled up until only my glans was in her mouth, stroking me hard and fast as she sealed her lips around my cock and sucking hard.

I groaned and bucked my hips, hissing as the intense pleasure and sucking force were simply too powerful to ignore, I let loose and exploded in her mouth, and she didn't stop, the white hot cream straight from my dick being sucked deep down, directly down the hatch.

She sucked and stroked and sucked some more, moaning and mewling lewdly, despite the muffling from having my cock dominating most of the space in her mouth, pulling back up to just the head again even as I tried to thrust in deeper, my hands grabbing onto the wool padding of her bed, as I continued to feed her more and more cum.

Finally, I collapsed back onto the bed, spent and satisfied, or rather, awakened and refreshed, as energy coursed through me. Pleasure was a hell of a way to wake up.

"I could get used to that."

Almost made me wish we slept once a day just so I could wake up like that.

"Savior, I came to see you because," Neem swallowed, "there's been some progress, we've dug some more of the Duranium stuff you wanted, and Miel's been at work, she said she'll have a functional prototype of the flying machine sometime this month, she said to thank you for the new fastening system."

"Great," I said, as I stretched while Neem got off of my legs and stood up, showing me her full beauty as she did. "Who moved me here? I remember passing out in the workshop," I said.

"Laradia," she said.

One of the metalworkers, I remember I came twice inside her. I owed her another creampie, I suppose.

"She was the only one still awake, Meltriss moved everyone else to the guards' dorm," the soon to be Queen spoke. "Also, we've prepared for the expedition into the forest."

Good. Based on what the goddess has told me, the quickest way to a source of saltwater was going straight south. Currently, there is no road in and out of the clearing that housed the entire elven territory.

That meant we would have to carve one through the forest, and then, we would have to defend it, watch it, guard it and periodically clear it of both monsters and encroaching vegetation.

I got up off of bed myself. I was naked, and, frankly, I couldn't care less about that fact. What was more important was that I had to retract my cock. It's big enough to be bothersome and honestly I've gotten too used to the advantage of not having one when I'm doing movement things.

"Are my clothes here?" I asked.

Neem shook her head. "Only the thong and apron you wore at the workshop," she explained. "We, uhm, we washed them of course," she spoke.

I nodded. Well, it'd be something at least. She led me to where she had stored them, and though the apron was there, I chose not to put it on. "I'll send someone to go fetch it later," I said, as I pulled the thong up, adjusting where it sat on my hips by tugging at it, shaking my booty cheeks a little.

There was no mirror to look at myself on, Neem didn't seem to use one, but I didn't need one. I knew I looked good. The blacksmith thongs were actually a fair bit more substantial than they might seem, enough so that I actually didn't have any cameltoe, despite being made of the same material as the stretchy spandex-like stuff.

I hadn't really noticed before, but... I decided to let my cock and balls out, the thong was stretchy and actually comfortably tight, in a strange way. It felt kinda good, and based on the way Neem was looking at my bulge, she appreciated it.

Alas, it would be an issue to walk around like that, so I retracted it.

Stretching my arms, I turned to Neem, who offered me what looked like a nightie, made of very thinly woven strands of wool. Someone had spent hours if not days of work on crafting it, and as I pulled it on, I felt almost sorry for how my tits were stretching it, but thankfully, the underlayer of stretchy stuff was enough to protect the shirt from ripping.

"Looks lovely on you."

It resembled my usual wear, but without all the complicated parts of my outfit.

That reminds me... I need to work on inventing the Virgin Killer sweater. Neem would look stunning in it.

"Thank you," I said. "I would say the same, but I'd spend the day heaping compliments and still feel unsatisfied in explaining how good you look," I explained.

Her cheeks dusted pink. "Oh you flatterer," she giggled. "Shall we go? I have your schedule for today."

I nodded. "I'll go meet Stella first, right?" I more asked than stated, only sort of knowing my schedule, my brain might not be fully on still, the only thing I can think about is just getting my dick sucked again.

"Yes, she was working on the magics that you described."

Magic was... a strange force. It wasn't quite as simple or as complicated as I thought, and as weird as that was to think it was even weirder to say. The easiest way I could make sense of it to myself was that it was basically understanding the workings of the world so thoroughly that you could manipulate them.

Recreating or producing phenomena that were naturally possible, just, unlikely, was the backbone of magic. Of course, thanks to the fact that I have access to knowledge hundreds if not thousands of years in advance of what this world has to offer, I believe I can help Stella advance her magic even more.

The Goddess can provide me with raw knowledge, but dumps of information are only so good without an understanding to back them up.

Neem guided me, then pointed at a house a few kilometers away from hers, sending me on my way to meet Stella, telling me she'd go fetch Caetana, Ria and Meltriss, so we could go on the first expedition into the forest, preparing to send our first official envoys as a nation, rather than as individual elves.

While I walked towards Stella's house, I thought about how much we could kickstart our development by obtaining resources and technology from the nations around us... there wasn't much to be had that we couldn't recreate with time, but, if we had dwarven furnaces, kilns and forges, we would've been able to handle Duranium perhaps a full week earlier than we did.

Thinking about it, maybe there was no realistic point in hurrying things up considering the average elf would see Civilizations rise and then crumble to dust, but... I really, really want elven commandos in camo thongs with assault rifles.

Also there are many elves in captivity, as slaves of both the regular and sexual variety which need to be freed. Hopefully, that will be achieved with attack helicopters before too long.

So we had to hurry it up. And Stella would be vital for that.

Another advantage of her being the most scientifically knowledgeable elf in the world was that much like how I only needed to show Miel a blueprint once for her to understand it, I only needed to get Stella started on physics and chemistry before she started working things out on her own.

As I approached, I caught a hint of the smell. It was a strong smell. The smell of an elf who hadn't washed up in several days. The smell of, specifically, Stella the Magician.

The moment I was right at the door, I heard a crash, so I opened the door to her house, and walked in.

If Lotte's house was a treasure trove of knowledge, filled to the brim with all sorts of things from ancient stone tablets to modern day books, Stella's house was closer to a laboratory. If a tornado had gone off in one. A scientifically minded tornado. Of pure chaos.

Desks and tables everywhere. No bed anywhere to be seen, instead, there was some bedding hastily balled up and thrown into a corner. There were many vials, phials, ampoules, cups, all made of glass of varying quality, thickness and clarity, some made very finely, some made of what appeared to be crystals, others which seemed to be carved out of gemstones, some in racks, some strewn about, most empty, quite a few, however, had liquids in them.

Stella was face down, ass up, as naked as the day she was born except for her stockings, and a quick look gave me an idea of what had happened. She had stepped on a roughly made phial, thick and heavy looking, and landed face first on the ground.

Based on the fact that her pussy was drooling its juices and the rolling phial was covered in the same juices, I had an idea of what she'd been doing.

She quickly moved, turning into a sitting position, snatching the rolling glass phial and holding it up. "T-This is not what it looks like, I was definitely not masturbating, I was collecting, uhm, my... my pussy juice for-" she closed her eyes and breathed in, "an experiment, yes, I totally wasn't spending my valuable research time masturbating at the thought of the Savior visiting me because I was so excited that I couldn't-"

I sighed.

"Stella," I said, seriously, stepping up to her, putting a hand on her shoulder. "Please tell me all about how you were masturbating, don't spare a single detail," I said, looking her in the eye.

"S-Savior I-"

"But later," I said, trying to restrain myself. "First, I want to hear about your progress regarding the matters I discussed with you, especially the reactions and if you've managed to reproduce the results we expected," I said.

She nodded, looking a little disappointed.

Resisting the urge to fuck the disappointment out of her was a titanic task, but one I would have to achieve.