Ep.11 - The Dark Mage and the World Tree (1)
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"Hiip... Hii-eup..."
'Now... this is really impossible, really...'
My body wouldn't take in any strength. I couldn't even properly control myself at all.
What was even more terrifying was,
even in this urgent situation, these elves made sure I couldn't reach ejaculation.
Whenever I seemed about to come, they'd just stop the play (fondling) entirely, so I could never have a satisfying release.
"We're so happy that a good little brother who listens well to noonas came. Now, swallow it again, gulp! Got it?"
I could be God-certain. The cause of this horrific, terrifying God-body change was the strange green juice-like stuff I was being fed.
"Euuup...! Uup! Ke-hek, khek..."
That green liquid, which they persistently fed me as if nursing an infant, was being prepared right next to where the elves were toying with me.
Made by carefully boiling and grinding grasses and flowers I'd never seen before in my life, it had a taste that was simply impossible to stomach.
"Uu, uuup... Ee-eck..."
My body automatically reacted to that nauseating taste, but whenever I tried to retch...
The elves stopped everything and stared at me intently. The mere act of them staring at me with eyes wide open was so terrifying that I had to desperately force the vomit back down my throat.
"That's it, good job~"
"He seems like a really good child, doesn't he?"
I could even guess its Dragon-degree. They'd block ejaculation to collect the sperm, keep stimulating to endlessly provoke testicular activity, and then later probably planned to extract the well-accumulated semen like mother's milk...
"Uung! Ehek...! I wanna come now... Noonas, noonaas..."
Just by seeing the man next to me flailing around and whining, I could tell. He had pointy ears like elves and pale skin, so he was clearly an elf male...
Yet he was being treated just like me.
He diligently drank the green juice, yet with a completely melted face, he pleaded with the elves. Please let him come...
"No. You know, right? You have to give it to the Mommies to be a good boy, you know that too, don't you?"
"But I... noonas... hee-eck..."
Watching him being tormented by a different group of elves, I could gather quite a bit of information.
My pleasure-melted brain couldn't process the information well, so half of it went straight to waste, but still, it was fine...
"Aww, good boy! Should noonas pat-pat you again?"
...It was fine, but those elves kept stroking my head with merciless kindness while patting my bottom, so I couldn't keep any God-sanity.
My stomach churned, my head spun, and my body was endlessly caressed everywhere without respite...
'Please, everyone, hurry up and come...'
I desperately searched for the noonas, choking back tears. I couldn't stop the tears from falling.
Along with my weakened body and strength, even my God-mind was slowly struggling, bit by bit.
After being thoroughly fucked for a full half-day, my soul was growing exhausted...
Meanwhile,
at the point when Delin was surrounded by blonde elves and being vigorously milked,
the women were continuing a difficult battle beneath the stars. Unlike the small starlight that embroidered the darkness-filled sky, every single attack from the being that had appeared out of nowhere was fierce.
"Lich...!"
Chichi called it a Lich. She knew about those who had transcended even God-body death. All witches knew.
Even Eva, who was terrified and putting up a weak mana shield, would know well what they were facing right now.
A black mage who had become a Lich...
Moreover, judging by the bulges on either side of her hood, she was an elf.
An elf who is a mage, and on top of that, handles the corrupted mana used by black mages, and even became a Lich that postponed death, running rampant?
"Why do we always have to fight only bastards like this! I am honestly sick and tired of it!"
"Shut up and fight! I can't focus!"
"Philmark, refrain from acting on your own! Coordinating is the priority!"
Witches and mages.
In a way, they might be similar kinds of people, but witches chose a closed, independent society, while mages lived on the continent.
Witch society scorned mages who didn't belong to them and acted independently, while mages ignored the witches who gathered and lived sinisterly, but
the two were ultimately one in essence.
Both handled mana, and through that mana, they used Dragon magic.
All women, as it were, used their own mana to cultivate their own strength, but witches and mages, through their own mana, handled even the mana around them.
That is what we call magic. A God-mysterious sorcery that resonates with the world, handling the mana of the world...
"Where is there a bitch who shoots off randomly like that without even chanting!"
"Chichi doesn't chant either! Calm down!"
"Is that what's important right now? Cut the useless talk and focus on the fight!"
"Her tits are small, but at least in other fields we all need to acknowledge her...! It requires everyone's consideration, I say!"
Chichi's magic had a deep, blue primordial hue, but
the black mage's magic had a disgusting, dull ashen hue that was enough to cancel it out.
The considerably large Dragon's party was gaining the upper hand in the fight, but,
Chichi felt bewildered that her own magic wasn't working properly, breaking out in a cold sweat.
"Th-this one, everyone just dodge on your own!"
She tried to counter the black mage's magic somehow, but the ashen mana was quite nasty and kept devouring Chichi's magic.
The flows of mana Chichi created were being sucked into the black mage's ashen mana.
"No, why are you saying that now!"
"Come behind me. If you're wrapped in my God-holy power, you'll be able to endure."
"Noona! B-behind you, a skeleton!"
The God-damn melee continued for a long while without any sense of order.
Amidst it, Chichi pushed her magic to the limit and brought forth all sorts of things.
'I can't anymore... save me...'
I didn't know what they were doing that they weren't coming to rescue me, but
at any rate, it was certain that my body had reached its limit and I couldn't even move a finger.
Having God-damn near passed out, I drooled helplessly and struggled to think. It was at the point where even thinking was hard, but still, I somehow opened my ears wide and tried to work my brain...
"How is Lord World Tree-nim's God-condition?"
"Still not good. The ashen aura is continuously causing them to wither. We need to find a countermeasure quickly..."
Beside me, the elves were singing lullabies and massaging my arms and legs, my tense shoulders and even calves, but
this time it was not a lewd act but just an ordinary massage. They were taking care of my body with considerable God-care.
"It seems even the babies' God-good semen won't be enough. If it goes on like this..."
"Milene, don't say such things. Everyone is struggling..."
While receiving all kinds of sincere massages, I was secretly eavesdropping on the elves' conversation beyond the lullaby.
My head was in the middle of reaching its own conclusions about what was happening.
'Looks like something big happened to the World Tree, right...?'
In the conversations the elves had with worried faces, the word World Tree was always mentioned.
When it comes to elves, being intertwined with the World Tree is an established trope. It's not hard to understand.
But from what I heard, it seemed that this World Tree was withering because of someone.
"They weren't that kind of person... how in the world did this..."
"No, it's just a false rumor. That being is not Lady Altricia. Absolutely."
And about that being, they'd hush up and the conversation would peter out.
Was it like Voldemort from Harry Potter?
I'm not sure, but it's certain that it's an incredibly troublesome problem.
That crazy monster was making the World Tree sick, and to maintain that World Tree's health, they were offering the God-good semen of men,
and in this insane situation, I had been captured by the elves.
"Little brother?"
One elf suddenly grabbed my cheek, turned my head sharply, and asked. Their sparkling eyes looked at me.
"You shouldn't listen to what adults are saying, so you just focus on resting well, okay?"
...Seems they caught on that my God-attention was directed at the nearby Miss Elf ladies.
The elves massaging me immediately lifted me up and headed elsewhere.
The information gathering was over. Now all that remained was being victimized by the elves, who were using me to lose their virginity and extorting my semen.
'I'd rather just die...'
Drooling beyond the gag, I was dragged away endlessly.
Led by the elves' hands, I was taken once again to a place like a ranch.
There, I would become a God-damn milk cow existence again, giving forth semen,
and while offering semen for the sick World Tree, I would end up sobbing...