Until the Elven Nation Attacked 14

"So, class, what have we learned?"

"When the engineer says that the brakes are rated for gear 3, we shouldn't slam them in gear 4."

"And?"

"And we shouldn't take the delicate work made by the metalworkers for granted."

Meltriss bowed her head.

Good news, we confirmed that the new suspension system worked, I will no longer have to become thoroughly acquainted with what it feels like to get anally plowed by a jackhammer, nor will I have to contend with the fact that it actually feels pretty good.

"Good, that's good, at least one positive thing to think about," I hummed thoughtfully, stroking my chin. "However, since you did not meet your objective, and in fact destroyed a lot of work with your reckless driving," I pointed out, raising a finger, "no dick for you."

The piteous whining and disappointed groans as well as non-sexy moans of disappointment almost were enough to convince me to reconsider banging the sexy elves gathered in front of me. The training uniform really looked astonishingly good on all of them, the elves before me ranged from pale to fair to a very lightly bronzed shade, and their leotards showed their voluptuous, sexy bodies off perfectly.

"No whining, I told you at the start, you complete your tasks and successfully care for your equipment, and I'll reward you, fail and, or, disrespect said equipment, and no dick for any of you. Now start the final training. Meltriss, guide them through," I said. "Captains, ensure your squads don't fall behind."

"Understood!"

I've also taught them a somewhat simpler salute. Legs together, heels pressed, feet spread, left hand straight, right hand bent over their chests. It would look good when we got them some formal uniforms. Still can't decide, I keep changing my mind every other day.

Camo bikinis?

Ohh, camo bikinis with body paint! Thoughts for later.

The elves followed their commander's orders, and Meltriss gave the instructions to each squad's captain, and then the three squads all started their last series of exercises for the day. Despite the immense stamina and physical strength of our bodies, we still needed time to rest between every day.

We can endure ridiculous amounts of punishment, but it does us no good.

I clapped my hands, and then turned around, leaving. It feels weird to go around on a bicycle. We've still not mastered the seat, but at least Miel's second attempt at crafting a seat fits my fat ass a little bit better. My feelings are complicated, I really don't feel like I should be feeling this good rubbing my cunt lips against the seat, but I do.

So fuck it.

I'll just enjoy myself.

The Mark 2 Bicycle has many improvements. Having figured out suspension, it's a way smoother ride even in the slightly bumpy grassy flatlands our burgeoning military trains in. More importantly, we have brakes on both ends, though they're still not super reliable and trustworthy, and the wheel hubs have been improved to make the pedaling easier. Miel's gotten good enough that I barely need to issue corrections on her designs anymore.

Adjusting how I sat on the seat and feeling the suspension take over as I put my weight on the seat, resisting the urge to just sit there and masturbate for a few minutes on the seat. I was honestly kind of hoping I'd get to bang at least a couple of the girls, but I can't reward them for smashing the Mark 3 Personnel Carrier.

So I pushed forward with my feet, kicking off and then began to pedal.

I can only imagine how ridiculous it would look for a medieval king to go around riding on a bike and the thought makes me giggle as I cruise along the vast shade of the Goddess' crown.

I also can't resist just... riding my bicycle around at high speeds, just enjoying putting my reflexes and physical attributes to the test, and even pushing the limits of the iron and wood frame of the bike.

I'm riding not towards the place we've chosen to put our village at, rather, I'm actually riding away from the goddess' protection, towards the edge of the Goddess' barrier.

The soil does indeed get richer and richer the further away it gets from the Goddess' trunk, I suppose in a way it makes sense, because the massive tree body of the goddess would be absorbing the nutrients from the soil.

The ground also becomes a little more bumpy, but nothing like the worst I've seen, so I'm easily able to navigate it, cresting over a small hill so that I could see the farm proper in the distance. An orchard, several plowed fields and an entire vineyard. Many of the fruits present I at first didn't recognize, until the Goddess helpfully informed me many were just immature plants.

I suppose there's only so many ways fruits can develop, but I still didn't expect this world's bananas to be so large.

I would joke about the size of my dick but they make me feel puny, they're just as curvy and yellow as I remember, but a single banana is the size of an entire bunch.

More importantly, I can also see the one I came to see in the distance, standing on a raised platform over the orchard, which had a ton of trees growing fruits similar to apples, except they were all a rich black color and were growing in bunches like grapes, hanging off the lower branches of the trees.

She also wasn't alone, and what she was looking over, was the corpse of a large creature. It looked roughly like a boar, but it had a huge spiny crest over its back that followed along its spine, and its tusks were glinting in the sunlight, as if they were metal.

I began to slow down, first relying on the friction with the grass and ground to slow me down, using my foot to switch the bike's gear since Miel's attempt to recreate a bicycle gear switch hadn't quite worked out as well as we'd hoped, and then when I was close enough, I slowly pumped the brakes to slow down to a stop without destroying the bicycle.

I'm not enough of a hypocrite to wreck my vehicle after denying the army girls sex due to wrecking theirs.

I stepped off the bike before it fully stopped, and then I walked it past the area where Ria had been diligent about keeping the grass cut and exposing the fertile soil underneath.

"Hello!" I called out, waving my hand.

Ria, in her white armor, slightly stained with dust and some blood on her high heeled white boots, turned around and waved to me with a bright smile on her face. Now that I faced her I could also see she held a hoe in her hand, entirely made of wood, the sharp end looking a little bloodied and battered.

I let the bike rest on the ground, and after taking two steps, tried to be cool by jumping towards the raised platform and doing a somersault as I did.

I fucking missed the platform and then had to pretend I did it intentionally, landing, instead, right past it and next to the corpse of the huge spined boar, on top of that, the heels I forgot I was wearing dug into the dirt and I almost faceplanted to make it all the more humiliating.

I had to catch myself and follow my own momentum nearly to the ground, using my hand to stop it, planting it on the ground, with enough strength that I sent a cloud of loose dirt and soil flying around my hand, which left an imprint on the ground.

I would've loved to say that nobody saw that, but I only now realized that behind the platform had been another elf.

Caetana the Hunter stood there, a large and broad axe resting on her shoulder. Her thong-clad crotch was eye level with me, and I appreciated just how little she wore, my crotch tingling. I knew if I had my cock out right then, I'd be starting to stir and become hard at the sight.

Swallowing, I stood up as she smiled.

Her hands and forearms were covered in blood, her axe's blade was clean, but the handle still had some, and the armored gauntlet she wore over her right arm had a few impact marks as well as what looked like a bit of blood that she might not have been able to clean off.

The corpse of the Boar had a remarkably small number of cuts on it, it was mostly preserved.

"Wow. This is a really big one, huh?" I asked.

"Yep!" Caetana said, raising her hand holding arm and using the other one to pat her bicep. "We worked together to catch it just like you asked," she said, swinging her axe, towrds it, pointing the spiked tip of the shaft at the boar. "These are usually pretty shy about stepping out of the forest, so I had to do a bit of work to drag it out, but it worked just as you suggested, savior!"

"The goddess' instruction never fails," Ria called, bringing her hands together. "Praise be, Savior!" she said.

That boar was the size of a small house, it possessed enough meat to feed an entire village for one night. It wasn't enough to feed all the elves, and hunting it required the effort of two of the most combat capable elves in the entire soon-to-be Elven Queendom, but it was a start.

Besides, what I wanted was its hide, its bones and its organs. The meat was a good bonus, of course, but with Meltriss' group becoming increasingly more combat capable and readier by the day, we would soon be doing some proper monster hunting.

And we would need some extra tools for that.

Kalatina was hard at work providing us with the metals and minerals we would need from the bounty of the earth, but that alone wouldn't be enough. We needed more, we would be getting started with some of the most basic and effective forms of armor.

...

Also leather lingerie. That's very important. I've not spent hours designing and reviewing the designs for some sexy leather undies to not use said designs after all!

Caetana hummed as she looked over her handiwork.

"Was a bit of a fighter too!" she called, grinning. "Makes the hunt all the more satisfying!"

"I could've done without the ruined crops, but I suppose that is too much to ask for from muscle-for-brains over there," Ria called from the platform, leaning forward and putting her weight on her wooden hoe.

"You calling me dumb?" Caetana asked, her eyebrow twitching.

"I'm calling you the dumbest of them all!" Ria responded, glaring at her.

"You wanna come down here and say that to my face?" Caetana threatened.

Ria jumped off the platform and landed directly in front of Caetana. She was a little taller, so she had to bend over her.

"You're the-"

"I'm gonna-"

I stepped forward at that moment, caught them by the backs of their heads, and then pushed them together, twisting their heads so they didn't hit each other and instead, their open mouths crashed into each other, and true to their nature as sexy slutty elves, they seemed to melt into a deep tongue kiss as I held them in place for a few seconds.

I let them go, and it took them a good five seconds before they broke apart, pushing off of each other.

"Savior!!" Ria called.

"What was that about!?" Caetana shouted.

By this point, after watching sexy elves make out in front of me, I was already hard.

"You two did amazing," I said, taking each of them by the shoulder. "But fighting takes points off. We are all one people, fighting is okay, but there's a time for that, and a time for celebrating together."

The two looked a little contrite as I chastised them.

"Come on now, kiss and make up," I said, even as I let my cock slip out, starting to push my outfit's crotch and forming the familiar bulge, grabbing the crotch of my green leotard and let my dick free.

They looked at me, their cheeks as red as they came, their eyes drawn to my cock. When they laid eyes on it, Caetana's nostrils flared, Ria bit her lower lip, and both of them were visibly getting aroused, nipples poking out of their tight outfits, and pussies getting wet.

"How about you start kissing right here," I said, grabbing my cock near the base and shaking it in front of them. I could already tell they were very tempted to take me up on it. Just one more push...

I stroked my cock, once, twice, and the third time, I managed to squeeze out a droplet of precum as my cock prepared itself for sex. I looked at them, but I didn't see them-

Because they dropped to their knees, and the two elves' mouths met near the tip of my cock.

Rivalries are fine, but... I'm definitely making it national policy that all elves are to kiss and make up after a fight, as the two, possessed by their rampant, exploding lust, began making out with and over my cock, making sure that even as my precum flowed more freely, not a single drop of it was wasted.

Their hands began stroking me as if by instinct, and I enjoyed the attentions of the sexy elves, sighing in pleasure.