Ep.11 - Elves?
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When I opened my eyes again,
...well, I mean,
when I truly opened my eyes again...
"Mmph! Mmph!"
...I couldn't see a thing. I'd definitely lifted my eyelids, but something was blocking my vision.
Judging by the sensation against my eyelids, a cloth had been wrapped around my head from the eyes to the back of my skull.
And the bitches who'd blindfolded me hadn't bothered to leave my mouth alone, either. Just like my sealed-up eyes, something like a gag was jammed in my mouth, and I could only let out vague sounds.
"Hhh-mmph... hhhhmmph..."
At first I thought it was some 'special discipline' from an angry Riko, but as multiple voices murmured around me and a strangely wrong, god-awful softness pressed in, I finally realized.
This wasn't Riko, and it wasn't any of the other noonas either.
I'd been dragged off by women I'd never seen before in my life.
"He seems scared."
"Look at him trembling. The poor thing..."
Voices as clear as a mountain stream reached me. Their voices were like fairies, the kind I'd never once heard in my entire life.
A voice so beautiful and noble-sounding...
"Hhhmmph! Hmph, hhmmph..."
Only after I'd heard a few more words did my eyes find freedom. That silky something covering my vision was removed by their hands.
Thanks to that, what came into view were a few small lights and, seated in front of them...
'...What the...?'
...elves. I'd never seen an otherworldly elf in person, but they were unmistakably elves.
Sideways-pointed ears, hair like silk spun from gold, uniformly graceful gestures, and blue eyes to boot.
They looked exactly like elves straight out of a comic. They were elves, no doubt about it.
'But why did they...?'
Weren't elves usually the helper types? Weren't they supposed to be noble, good-hearted beings living off the World Tree's power?
As I thought that, the anxiety clouding my mind slowly faded, and only a goddamn curiosity grew.
Why had the elves taken me?
"Little one, don't you worry. We aren't going to torment you or mistreat you."
One of them carefully spoke as she approached me. Her flowing garments left her pale, smooth skin helplessly exposed — something that might embarrass anyone else, but they didn't give a goddamn.
"This is Lidmirial, and we're elves who've lived here for generations. You've heard of it, haven't you?"
I didn't know much about the elves of this other world, but the species itself was familiar, so I nodded.
They didn't seem like bad beings, so I didn't resist with hostility. Instead, I actually felt a bit more at ease, and I just blinked as I scanned each of their lovely faces one by one.
"You'll be all right now. We've come to protect you."
Protect me?
I couldn't quite grasp what that meant, but they smiled kindly and stroked my head.
Like a mother caring for a child.
"Mmph, hmmph..."
Judging by their friendly attitude, it didn't seem like an urgent crisis, but having my mouth still gagged was pretty damn anxiety-inducing, so,
"Mmph! Mmph!"
I labored to shift my body and demanded they free my mouth. My hands and feet were also bound, so I couldn't be goddamn sure if I was getting the message across, but I vigorously shook my head around anyway to emphasize how uncomfortable my mouth was.
"Is it very uncomfortable? Oh dear..."
"He's still a little one, so he can't bear it. Shouldn't we untie him?"
Their faces grew serious, and they conferred for a good while. Watching them debate in soft, reverent voices, I figured they'd probably free my mouth soon.
Since they seemed so incredibly kind and gentle, they'd surely unbind me and remove the gag soon.
Just like meeting Revi, the elves were also quite goddamn gentlemanly and kind...
"There now, come here."
...supposed to be kind...
They suddenly crowded around me, and with me lying down, they began to bare their breasts.
"Mmph? Hmmph?"
Wondering what the hell this was, I twisted and turned, and this time a few of the nearby elves held my body down.
"Mmmmph?"
"You must be very hungry. Don't you worry, little one. Now, you have to keep your head still. All right?"
And then a hand was placed on my head to hold it steady. An ominous premonition hit me, and I frantically looked from elf to elf, sending them desperate signals to please stop, but...
"Mmmmph! Mmph!"
One elf in particular, endowed with monstrous, udder-like breasts, started to carefully squeeze milk right in front of my mouth. No, it'd be more accurate to say she started kneading the teat so the breast milk would come out easier.
I'd been through everything, but having someone knead her tits to give me breast milk was a first, and it gave me quite the goddamn novel shock. They were diligently preparing to feed me...!
"Mmmmph! Bhmmph...!"
"Little one, will you stay still? If you keep shaking your head and playing around, it's hard to feed you."
No wonder they'd put on a weird gag with little holes in it instead of one meant to stop speech...
The elves enthusiastically squeezed milk through the gag's holes right into my mouth. I'd never actually seen breast milk, but watching it carefully ooze out, almost like cow's milk, was honestly shocking.
"Mmmmph!"
My head, held so gently, couldn't bring itself to turn away, and I took the woman's milk full in the face. A warm liquid trickled—drip—down onto my tensed, trembling face.
From the milk smeared around my lips rose a sweet and cozy scent. And that scent eventually forced its way inside my mouth, and...
"Herk! Mmph...! Kehk!"
...dropped onto my tongue. As I drank it down—slightly sweeter than regular milk, slightly richer—I thrashed, but surrounded by multiple elves, my goddamn bodily freedom was a far-off dream.
'What the hell is this...!'
Tears even prickled at my eyes from this sudden suckling. These people I'd literally just met—no, elves—were suddenly baring their tits and squeezing milk into my mouth?
I couldn't even properly remember if my own mom breastfed me or used formula, and now women I was seeing for the first time were feeding me.
Curses automatically bubbled up at the insane spectacle of them treating me like a baby and trying to feed me; I wanted to rage, who the goddamn hell do you people think you are, but...
"Kehk! Kek... heek... kk... kkeuk..."
That sweet breast milk kept pouring through my forcibly parted lips, stealing away even my mental freedom.
I ended up drinking that sweet, soft, seemingly healthy milk just like a baby...
"Mmmmmm! Mmph..."
I couldn't help but smell that soft scent tickling my nose. I truly felt as if I'd become a child.
It wasn't gamey at all, surprisingly. If I closed my eyes, I could've been fooled into thinking it was cow's milk, or maybe even slightly sweeter condensed milk.
"Our little one, what a good boy..."
"Really such a cute little one. What shall we name him?"
But the women's voices I kept hearing were impossible to brush off.
"Alein, what do you think? Doesn't it suit him perfectly?"
"Alein... It means a god-given gift, so I think it fits wonderfully. To be given such a sweet little one, let us all pray to God..."
They were changing my name on their own whims, and they'd suddenly stop mid-feed, clasp their hands reverently together, and pray.
It was roughly similar to the reverent image of elves I'd always known, but something was distinctly off.
"Ee-mmph...! Aa-mmph!"
Even when I whined that I'd eaten plenty and wanted to be let go now, they just smiled gentle smiles and kept stroking me. They kept pressing the breast into my mouth and petting me all the while.
"Our little one seems very shy."
"Which makes you even cuter, you know? Alein, from today your name is Alein. Our little one..."
The smooth swallowing and the woman's cozy, reverent scent only irritated me more. On top of that, those gentle words spoken as if to a real child were seriously pissing me off.
Being treated like a kid when you're a grown adult is not exactly a pleasant experience. No, honestly, if pretty women are being kind and gently holding you, that part's good and all, but suddenly feeding you breast milk while treating you like a baby makes my head spin.
'I can't even Load...'
As I gulped down the weirdly sweet, smooth-gliding milk, squirming in the embrace of the plush, goddamn elves,
I held onto one hope and waited for my chance.
'Still, if I just endure, they'll all come rescue me soon...'
The hope that, once they realized I was gone, they'd be searching with fire in their eyes—that I'd be rescued in no time.
'...But why is it unexpectedly tasty?'
...And maybe, just maybe, the tiniest expectation that the elves might not treat me badly?
If they were treating me like a baby, they probably wouldn't rape or torture or torment me.
It might actually be a comparatively better situation.
Better than being dragged off by magical beasts and torn to shreds...
"Mmmmph! Mmmmmph!"
"There, there... good boy. Hang in there just a little more."
But my hope,
exactly 15 minutes later,
was completely shattered.