Chapter 317: Demagoguery
Nifela was floating in the clouds.
More precisely, it felt like her consciousness was floating in the clouds. Trapped in the hole, she’d already lost control of her body and could only feel the stimulation being delivered one-sidedly.
Squelch, squelch. Thud thud thud.
Dozens of similar stimulations continued. At the same time, different stimulations continued throughout her body.
The stimulation of thrusting from back to front like a beast.
The stimulation of her upper body bouncing while fitted into the slime fluid tube.
The stimulation of orgasm transmitted through another’s skin bumping against her butt and legs.
And finally, the stimulation of her belly heating up and her body changing.
To Nifela, all those stimulations were from an unknown world. The divine tree’s touch that had pierced her hymen was over 3,000 years ago, and the sensation from that moment was too distant to even remember.
So to Nifela, sexual stimulation was something she was feeling for the first time in her life. Though she knew everything through knowledge but had never tried it directly, tears flowed at the sensation of knowledge and experience being filled as one.
Smack.
The orc’s rough hand struck her butt. Nifela gritted her teeth and tried to endure the pain, but it was useless.
Smack, smack!
If she endured the previous pain, the next pain immediately came. Not satisfied with just slapping her butt with his palm, the orc vigorously thrust his penis as if to shove Nifela into the wall hole.
"Ngh, ugh...!"
She had to endure. In the hole right next to her, Sola was trembling while her bronze-colored lower body drooped limply. Sola had become a dark elf faster than her and had climaxed faster than her.
Though she felt sorry toward Sola, there was no time or timing to apologize for that. The stimulation piercing her belly was driving Nifela crazy.
"Hic...!"
It felt like a fire was burning in her belly. Nifela hoped this torture-like time would end quickly. The more she felt that way, the faster and stronger the orc’s insertion became.
"Ah, ngh, goddess, please, me, ngh...!!"
Splurt.
Nifela felt the illusion that dark elf demonic energy was filling her entire body. And at the foreign sensation entering her body, her whole body tensed then went limp.
"Ah..."
Ah, that is what they call climax. The orc seemed to be saying from behind. And the moment orgasm filled her entire body through sexual acts with a monster, her life as an elf ended.
Gradually.
Nifela’s hands turned black. At the bronze skin no different from Sola’s skin, Nifela despaired. So this is the pleasure of corruption. This is why Luna was so happy.
Glug, glug.
The slime fluid that had filled her like a tube drained out in an instant. Nifela fell into the hole chest-first with a plop. Her eyes were brimming with tears, and her vision couldn’t see properly.
The pleasure of sexual sensation. The regret of corruption. The happiness of climax. The responsibility as a leader. The guilt of betrayal. All those sensations mixed together and one thick tear drop fell.
"Sister, are you okay?"
"Your Majesty... huh?"
When she turned her head toward the person who pulled her from the hole, Luna was there. The Elf Guardian, white-skinned Luna.
"What on earth is this...?"
"I think you’ll understand well if you look at your own face first."
The orc held up a smooth mirror that reflected faces. There, her appearance no different from before entering the hole was reflected.
"What is this...?"
"S-Sorry, 2nd Elder!"
Sola, standing at the dungeon entrance, bowed deeply. Her silver hair shrouded in shadow immediately changed to the elves’ characteristic blonde when it came into sunlight.
"...???"
"Our dungeon’s specialty, half-elves. Hehe, surprised?"
The orc grabbed and kneaded Luna’s breasts. At the attitude where the orc treated the queen as his plaything rather than the queen handling an orc slave, Nifela immediately realized the orc’s true identity.
"You couldn’t be...!"
"Right. I am this dungeon’s master, the Wrath Legion Commander, Luna’s master and husband. And all this plan prepared for you..."
Surprise!!
The orc spread both arms and shouted.
"Ah, this is called a Candid Camera."
***
Shortly after.
At a four-person table at Ras Village’s entrance sat one orc and three elves.
Me, Luna, 2nd Elder Nifela, and Sola.
"...That’s how it happened. Nifela. You might become dark elves inside the dungeon, but outside you have the perfect appearance of elves."
"..."
Nifela stood from her seat as if entranced and stuck her hand into the hole where she’d been fucked. The moment a shadow fell, her hand’s color immediately changed.
"Oh goddess."
Nifela kept calling on the goddess. When I told the story of my first encounter with Luna, when I told about making Sola and the three elves who discovered the dungeon into half-elves, when I talked about existing as a third force belonging neither to the human alliance nor the Demon King’s army—Nifela called on the goddess.
"I can’t understand. How did a dark elf become queen?"
"I dunno. The result of sex overflowing with love turned out like this. I originally planned to make her bear children, but instead of children, she bore stigmata. Hehehe."
"The goddess’s will..."
Nifela sat down with a hollow smile.
"Are you truly saying it’s the goddess’s will to unite with orcs?"
"More precisely, elves don’t have to live with cobwebs over their lower lips anymore, calling it taboo. Stop suppressing desires and urges while calling it taboo, and live according to your desires and urges. And preferably under our legion."
I explained the war with Halphas’s legion in detail. And I requested, instructed, and commanded that the Elven Forest become our legion’s power.
"The goddess desires that. Isn’t Luna’s stigmata proof of that? She became an existence who can use divine power despite being a dark elf. Proof she’s not a monster."
"..."
Nifela nodded heavily. There was a minor issue of why the queen’s stigmata only existed when she was a dark elf and disappeared when she changed to a regular elf, but when heard briefly, there was no major problem. And I’d prepared an excuse for that too.
"Luna became a dark elf in exchange for becoming queen. She became a dark elf as the trade-off for becoming queen. She decided to follow the goddess’s will."
Actually, it’s the opposite.
She just happened to reincarnate as queen while freely having sex as a dark elf. But what could be better than making elves part of our legion without bloodshed through a white lie?
"If you become part of the legion, even if you die in the dungeon, you can revive. You’ll have to receive my commands and instructions, but elves are special existences, so I’ll accommodate you as much as possible. I’ll give special treatment to those residing in the dungeon as dark elves."
Unlike other species, elves needed special treatment. If elves became disrespected existences, others could disrespect Luna and Lune.
’Pretty awkward.’
Though I’m essentially making elves into dark elves under the name of orders, the elves being forcibly made will actually rise to key positions in our legion. I planned to operate a dark elf force on almost the same level as the existing slime and orc forces.
"So cooperate. Other elves should experience the same thing too, right?"
I can’t be the only one to experience it. Unless you’re a saint, anyone would inevitably think that if I experienced it, others should follow. I pointed at the wall hole to Nifela.
"Other elves should enjoy this awesome fun too, right?"
When they enter, they’ll despair at corruption thinking they’re becoming dark elves, but when everything’s over and they come out, they’re just elves.
"How about it? Will you cooperate?"
"...If that is the queen’s will."
Nifela growled at Luna and showed her annoyance. Partly angry about what happened to her, partly annoyed at being deceived in this situation.
"However, Your Majesty, and consort. There’s a big problem with your plan."
"What is it?"
"The younger generation won’t follow well even if it’s the queen’s command."
Nifela began explaining the difference between the Elven Forest’s younger generation and elderly generation.
Elderly elves who’d protected tradition for a long time like the elders would inevitably follow even the queen’s command to break taboo.
But relatively young ones without rules embedded in their heads, or borrowing someone’s words, ’those still wet behind the ears,’ might not follow long tradition.
"Relatively young and youthful elves might detest the act with monsters itself. Our sexual acts mostly end with masturbation anyway."
"I’ve already heard plenty of that from Luna. You just bring the elves to the dungeon like Sola did. The queen will handle the rest."
"What if they don’t listen to commands?"
"We’ll suppress them for insubordination. They’ll get fucked by orcs inside the dungeon. Haven’t tested it yet, but with 100% probability, they’ll become dark elves forever. They won’t return to normal."
"..."
The queen can’t move. Going without the authority symbol of stigmata would be no different from just one elder-level strong elf shouting into empty air.
"That’s why I need your help, Nifela. You persuade the elves. Regularly bring elves to have an audience with the queen, and make those who refuse audience able to visit the dungeon themselves."
"In what way?"
"There’s a disease that only gets cured by getting fucked by orcs. Fever rises in the body, the body keeps getting hot, and they go crazy wanting to have sex."
"Surely not...?"
"Right. I’ll dissolve aphrodisiac into the river entering the Elven Forest. I’ll spray aphrodisiac throughout the Elven Forest to turn elves into horny rabbits."
Aphrodisiac terrorism.
The only solution: getting fucked by orcs in wall holes.
"...Where’s the upstream of the river entering the Elven Forest?"
***
Nifela ultimately decided to cooperate with our legion.
Thud, thud, thud.
Young elves newly stuck in holes became dark elves following the two commands of queen and elder, and with Sola assisting from the side, every single one became a half-elf.
"Huh... I was a dark elf when inside..."
"Elder, this is a joke, right? We broke taboo but only become dark elves inside the dungeon. What kind of convenience is this?"
"...So does that mean we can freely have sex like this inside the dungeon?"
The younger the blood in their heads, the more flexible their thinking. The moment they learned they wouldn’t fall—wouldn’t become dark elves forever—their brakes with orcs disappeared.
"What are these elves..."
"It’s all imprinted in their genes."
Through Lune and Luna, I knew very well how lewd and lascivious the elves of the Elven Forest were by nature.
’The appetite grows by eating.’
Most dark elves must have become dark elves by being raped by monsters.
But now there’s the appropriate excuse of the queen and elder’s command, and they’re made into regular elves so they can keep face externally.
A world where everyone becomes half-elves. To create that desirable world, we moved following Nifela’s guidance to find the river outside the barrier.
"We’ve arrived. This is the upstream of the river entering the forest."
"Hehe, this is it. Thanks, Nifela. With this place, it’s entirely possible."
The stream on a hill that went far around our dungeon was positioned where you could see the wide forest at a glance from above. Far from the barrier Luna and Nifela mentioned, an appropriate location where elves wouldn’t catch us.
"Let’s start right away. Lime!!"
Gurrgle.
Lime and the Slime Dragons all jumped into the stream. The slime forces faced the direction the river flowed, then opened their mouths wide and started spraying bodily fluids.
"Slimehole and Slime Dragon bodily fluids. Drifting down from the river’s upstream, they’ll naturally mix with the river water."
The slime would hit rocks and boulders and stick. But the aphrodisiac components in the slime would flow with the river water into the Elven Forest.
"Ah, this is called biochemical warfare."
Deployment of biological weapons.
Could the elves really endure even while going into heat?
’Just going into heat alone won’t work.’
Demagoguery was needed. And the best demagogue for that demagoguery joined our legion.
"Nifela, Sola. You two go to the Elven Forest and tell the elves. A curse will befall those who don’t listen to the queen’s command. To break the curse, they must receive the queen’s baptism."
The queen’s baptism (delivered vaginally by the queen’s master orc’s children’s genitals).
"Now, let’s keep releasing it. We’re turning the Elven Forest into a produce section."
So the fruit fragrance wafts far and wide.