Being Fruitful; Getting Comfortable.

Becoming another person is easy. Becoming another person while still being yourself is another matter entirely. I did not just have Rolnin’s face. I had his memories, his feelings, his beliefs, his dreams. Holding all of that in your head while also keeping a grip on yourself is not something a human mind is built for. Thankfully, between Ariel acting as a buffer and my time fruit allowing me to gloss over any lag between his thoughts and my actions, I found that convincing people I was the genuine article was no difficulty. Despite all that, I was still digesting his life in a piecemeal fashion.

Rolnin had the ethereal beauty common among all elves. His features were what passed for masculine among elven-kind. But to my mind I looked more pretty than handsome. Still, I had a strong jawline and deep, soulful eyes. “What do you think?” I asked Barla.

The orc woman looked intently at my reflection. “Your eyes are much **** than his ever were. But I am sure that no one will be the wiser. Elves are a superficial and shallow species, they will not look past the surface. His face looks much better on you, Master.”

I turned and looked over my new slaves. I counted four here, plus the two back in the other dorm room. It was occurring to me that I was drastically increasing the number of dependents. These slaves seemed even more damaged and shell shocked than the others. I was starting to think that my initial plan of simply replacing the owners was not going to work out. Even if the emanations treat them like royalty in private, Barla was right that in the long run it would be impossible to both protect them and maintain their cover at the same time. I would need a new plan, luckily for me, the plan was already forming.

The moon elf looked at me with a smile as she chewed on her pinkie nail. “Are you a nephilim?” She asked. “Were you a child of light given the powers of the dark?”

“Why?” I asked cautiously. “Why would you ask that?”

“Forgive me, My Master. My father was a bard and he would perform some of the most ancient songs that are said to come from the first age. You look like some of the beings that would appear in the song smoke. They say that nephilim are born at level 145 and only grow stronger from there. They say that they were too powerful so the gods banished them to Coldram before they could break the world and that their return is a sign of the end times.” The moon elf said. “I guess if the alternative is my kids and their kids spending eternity as sadism sponges for these sun-elf bastards and their pet humans and dwarf flunkies, then the end of the world seems acceptable.”

“I am not here to end the world.” I said. “I am here to…”

The moon elf jammed her hand into my curtain of light. She started to scratch about between my legs. My tendrils wrapped around her fingers and surge with carnal energies. The stimulation surging down her body made the moon elf moan with pleasure. “I know exactly what you are here for.” She said, “Now. Are you going to knock me up or what?”

“Just like that?” I asked.

“The only thing better than having a nephilim baby-daddy to protect you is a litter of half-nephilim kids who love their momma protecting you.” She said matter of factly. “Besides. I saw what you did to Rolnin and Milkslut.”

Milkslut? I thought before remembering that Rolnin had named his holstaur Milkslut in the same theme that he named his undine ‘Bathslut’ and his own orc ‘Toiletslut’. I would say that the man had issues, but it was all part of his particular branch of their religion which only allowed proper names as a reward for a lifetime of service, otherwise names for darkling races were supposed to reflect their status as penitents.

“I want someone to use my body in a way that makes me feel good again. After what those humans, elves, and dwarfs did to me. I. I want to know that I can still enjoy sex.” She said as a blush turned her cheeks a peculiar shade of red.

I turned to see Barla give me a shrug and the holstaur who I would have to give a better name was nursing the satyr back to health. They were all indifferent or otherwise occupied. “Do you have a name?” I asked.

“Talana.” The moon elf said. “Talana Under The 3rd Waxing Of The Fallow Who Walks With The White Birch Clan.” I recalled Rolnin learning how ‘wild dark elf’ names included a personal name, a reference to the birth date, and the type of tree spirit with whom the elf’s social group has formed a covenant.

“Talana.” I said. “I am…”

The moon elf held her finger up to my lips. “You are My Master.” She said before kissing me. Within a few minutes…“OhfuckOhgodsahaahaahaahaAHAHAHA!” Talana’s tits tasted like blue raspberry and pine. Like all elf pussy, her’s was tight, hot, and upon sampling, quite tasty. Whereas the sun elf pussy tastes like strawberries, the moon elf pussy tastes like blueberries. I am not kidding. As the primordial energies in my cosmic cock reached critical I envisioned the two boys and two girls to whom Talana would give birth. I saw the purple skinned winged youths and nubiles soaring strong and proud. The kind of children who would protect their mother. With a primal growl on my part and an ecstatic scream on Talana’s, the two of us delightfully finished the first and most fun part of making babies.

I needed to gather my party. I adjusted my vision to pick up on my emmanation’s spellwave frequency and worked on modifying my portal spell to travel down the hall rather than to another dimension. You would think that portalling down a hall would be easier that across the veil or reality, but it turns out that without a beacon or a REALLY good mental map, fast travel magic is fucking dangerous as shit. Luckily for me, my emmanations not only act as personal beacons, but also do half the work for me. Locking onto the pseudo-Ishla and pseudo-Arna’s spellwave signatures I opened a portal and looked to see Zelda and Ishla painting one another’s toes while Igbert watched a news program on the illusistage while Arna served the youth urdlings. The cat-boy was engrossed in a live report of an ongoing hostage situation.

‘The Knights of The Demon Queen Seize Cargo Ship, 20,000 slaves and 10,000,000 jars of mana among stolen cargo’ The chiron read as the screen showed a human reporter standing in front of the open door of what seemed like a helicopter to my senses but what the locals would call a ‘sky-sled’. “As you can see, the terrorists are well armed. I can say with certainty that no one was expecting this. I certainly was not expecting this. But it appears that they have smuggled demonically guided missiles loaded with elemental warheads. Isn’t that right colonel?” The reporter asked the officer to whom they were sitting next to. In the background a variety of aerial craft and armored knights mounted on flying beasts circled the cargo ship trying not to get shot as tracer rounds and the occasional self propelled artillery with a mind of its own. The gunboats combined their evasive maneuvers and point defense weapons to keep the guided missiles at bay.

The colonel looked annoyed at the reporter but kept a stone face as he said, “That is right Rachel. This is certainly an escalation on the part of the terrorists, and our intelligence was uninformed about the capacity…” The colonel and reporter held on for dear life as their gunship twisted to avoid a ball of fire with a snarling face and jagged teeth hurtling towards them. “...Arthor’s sack!. Yeah, these assholes have some big guns, but our guns are bigger and we have a lot more of them. My soldiers have sworn to defend The Alliance, uphold The light, and carry The War Eternal into The Heart of Darkness, and that is what we are going to do By The Thrones!”

“You heard it here folks. Now back in the studio with Brian and Zephilyr.” The reporter said before cutting to the familiar sight of news anchors.

Igberd turned off the magical screen and became surprised to see the hole in spacetime floating in the middle of the room. The two cat boy and dog girl looked nervous until they saw Barla smiling at them. “Come on, It is alright.” She reassured them. The two hesitated momentarily before Zelda jumped through the portal and into my arms. Igberd came along afterwards with teary eyes. “You okay sweetie?” Barla asked the cat boy.

“I think my mom and sisters are on that ship.” Igberd said. “If they can make it to the Leviathan Sea before the Alliance can stop them, they will be safe, or as safe as anyone can be living in The Shadow Isles. But if the marines get their boots on that boat…Even if they do not wind up collateral damage, we all know what happens when to runaways. If the demon knights have already clipped their collars then escape is their only option.” Igberd said.

“I know how it feels to have your loved ones lives on the line and be unable to do anything about it.” I told the youth, giving his shoulders a pat on the back. “Have faith.” I told him. It was the only thing I could think to say that would not sound patronizing. “Gather around.” I said to the assembled darklings and adjinn. Tunkus the satyr was only half awake as he sat propped against Barla. The holstaur and moon elf looked equally bewildered and incredulous at the way I had turned their lives upside down, but since their lives seemed markedly improved since I showed up, they both hesitantly trusted I was not going to hurt them. “I know that all this is really confusing. I am only a little less confused as y’all. I have only been in this world a little over an hour and this place is sure is a heck of a lot bigger than Memphis or Raleigh.” I said, realizing that none of the men or women I was talking to had any idea where those places were. “So. Here is my offer. There is a place, it is the place I have been sending your former owners. For them it is a prison, but for y’all it can be a haven. A safe place where you can be free.”

“Where is this place?” The moon elf asked.

“Through there.” I said modifying the portal to shift to my domain. “Come.” I said walking through the portal. Zelda was the first to cross over, followed by Barla and Tunkus, then the rest of them walked into the foyer of the temple-palace at the heart of my pocket paradise.

Having read Peter Zeihan and Jared Diamond before dying must have affected my domain because instead of being 100 square miles laid out in a grid or a tiny planet folded back on itself, my domain was a river valley. The clear waters ran from my palace in a deep, lazy river bed which flowed up the arch of the halo back around to end where they began. Along the banks of the river were farmsteads, villages, plantations, and even a few decent sized towns; all populated by my emanations, with a few notable exceptions.

Barla, Talana, Zelda, The holstaur currently known as Milkslut, Igberd, Tunkus and I looked in awe at the verdant paradise that stretched out in front of us which bent upward into the horizon. “This is where you live?” Zelda asked. “And we get to stay here?” I nodded to her questions. The girl smiled and hugged me. “I love you, Master.” Zelda said.

“I would rather that you call me ‘Daddy’.” I told the nubile inu. “You remind me of my daughter Katelyn. She was only 19 when I died. Of all of my kids she was the most ****, the one whose smile could just brighten your day. Just like you.” I said giving Zelda an eskimo kiss.

The young dog girl looked deeply into my eyes before giving my nose a tiny lick and looking at me with the sweetest puppy dog eyes.

“I love you, Daddy.” Zelda said. Giving me an extra strong squeeze before running off to join Igbert, the holstaur, and Tunkus in exploring the palace.

I stood with Talana and Barla, an arm wrapped around either of them. “You are not staying, are you?” Barla asked me.

I shook my head. “I took Rolnin’s life, I intend to live it to the fullest. I cannot do that holed up in my own pocket dimension. So yeah, I am heading back, my emanations will take your places and no one will be the wiser that you or your former owners’ are gone.”

“About that.” Barla said. “I want to go back with you.” the orc woman said resolutely. “When I am with you I do not have to feel weak or afraid. You gave me that power and it made me feel like I could do anything. Whatever it is you are planning. I want to be a part of it.”

“Me too.” Talana said. “I cannot stay locked away in a gilded cage when we have a real chance at striking back at The Alliance for the first time in five hundred years. Master, you have seen how the lighters treat us, how they enjoy tormenting us, it has to stop. All I can think about is what my Gwenli, Fargas, Lonwee, and Czarla are going to go through unless you save them, them and the billions of others bound and powerless slaves whose only crime was being born the wrong species.”

“Bringing down The Alliance and freeing the Children of the Dark from bondage is a tall order, even for a nephilim.” I said honestly. “I know you think I am powerful, but even I have my limits. Maybe after some serious training and with A LOT more emanations to call on, but The Alliance military has millions of soldiers , to say nothing of the Elite Corps." Rolnin's memories of military exercises he had been permitted to watch as a literal member of elven royalty gave me a clear picture of what soldiers with their levels maxxed, equipped with the best gear magic can craft, and trained to fight as a co-ordinated unit were capable of. The Alliance had tens of thousands of elven knights, dwarven triarii, and purhume special operators who were more than capable of handling threats like me if we are dumb enough to draw too much attention to themselves.

“But” I said, as I saw despair begin to enter Talana’s eyes. “I will find your kids and I will get them to safety. That much I can promise.” That made the moon elf mouth a ‘Thank you.’

“You cannot expect me to stay in here while you are out there looking for them, can you?”She asked.

“No, I cannot.” I said.

“Good.” She said with a nod.

After making sure that Zelda and the others got used to asking the servants for things and I assured them that I would be back soon, Barla, Talana, and I portalled back to the dorms where the emanations were hard at work pretending to be the people for whom they were substituting. I ignored them all but the Holstaur as I put the psuedo-cowgirl, the real orc and real moon elf, slaves on their leashes to walk through the hallway and towards the elevator to the roof stables. Rows and rows of flying creatures ate or slept as they waited for their owners. It did not take them long to have my two racing drakes harnessed into my chariot and ready for takeoff.

Both Talana and Barla held onto me tightly, though while Talana was burying her face in my shoulder, Barla was giving a loud “Waaahoo!!” as I used my time fruit to maneuver us through traffic and really take in the city at night. As I flew from the university to one of the three penthouses that Rolnin owned in the city I could not help but notice the way that some neighborhoods seemed lit up and full of life while others were veiled in shadows and echoed with the sounds of the sorts of things one did not want to meet alone in an alley. In time I would become well acquainted with the cursed wards and **** ghettos that dotted this and other alliance cities like it. But for now I was focused on making myself at home.