Chapter Two: Anvar, Part One

I dreamt of endless softness and comfort. More specifically, it was as though I were being lightly pressed on all sides by the bosoms of dozens of women at once. They were all familiar, they bore faces of the women from the temple, and it was a good dream. When at last I awoke from it, I struggled to open my eyes, and the grogginess was slow to depart from them.

The first thing I noted was that the softness I felt in my dream had some basis in reality, I was in the bed that had been prepared for me, and it felt quite wonderful. A quick glance downward provided me with an explanation for the contents of my dream, that being surrounded by bountiful breasts. There was Seirke, naked, and laying on top of my lower half. Her head was resting against my torso, which of course meant that her breasts were mashed against my groin, and it was only in that moment that my brain registered the wonderfully comfortable feeling that was wrapped and pressed against my cock. I had morning wood to boot.

I made an effort to get up and try to gently nudge Seirke off, as I was afraid that I might ejaculate from the softness of her breasts alone, but I could not. I also found that I was pinned to the bed by my right arm. Curiously glancing over I saw yet another naked figure in my bed with me, Erys, the fiery red-headed fem. His head was rested on my bicep, and he was fast asleep just like Seirke.

I didn’t have the heart to wake either of them, so I just resolved myself to my fate and rested my head back down on the pillow. There was still trouble brewing at my crotch, so I tried to remember the events of yesterday to distract myself. I remembered kissing Erys, meeting all of the priestesses, an amazing elven blowjob, a wonderful feast of fruit, cheese, bread, and breastmilk. Then I remember drinking the strange-tasting wine and then… not much else. Had I gotten drunk enough to black out? Evidently, I was much bolder when blasted because I had the courage to ask two different people back to my room with me.

Bringing my thoughts back to the visitors in my sheets had been a mistake, because now my mind was right back to my groin and the wonderful pair of breasts that were wrapped around it. I blinked and tried to distract myself, marveling that even though I would have had to drink a fair amount of the wine to get blackout smashed, I had no trace of a hangover. Either my drunken alter ego was smart enough or had enough foresight to keep himself hydrated during whatever antics he got up to, or this wine was special somehow. Perhaps it was even a blessing from Erynessa. I was her chosen one after all.

The distraction wasn’t helping. My cock was yearning for release, and not the kind of release that involved getting free. There wasn’t going to be any getting around it, but on the other hand I didn’t think Seirke was really the type to get upset if I came between her tits like this. In fact, her position sort of implies she fell asleep while pleasuring me with her breasts. Upon thinking this, a brief memory popped into my head, Seirke’s voice telling me in a sultry manner that she may have gotten jealous at how much I had been fondling her fellow priestesses. So that was it, I made it up to her by titfucking her until we both passed out. All in all, a win-win I supposed.

So, with that in mind I began to very cautiously and very slowly wiggle my hips under her. I didn’t think I could get away with actually pumping my hips without waking her, but this kind of stimulation was more than enough. I could feel my hot stiff rod moving between her incredibly soft and bouncy breasts. I loved this feeling; it was softness but also firmness because the weight of her chest was sandwiching my cock rather tightly in its prison.

It was doing the trick just fine; I knew that if I kept this up, I would ejaculate in no time. There would be quite a sticky mess in the silver-haired seeker’s cleavage, but something told me she wouldn’t mind it much.

Meanwhile, as I was working my hips, I turned to look at Erys again. He was sleeping quite soundly, his mouth partially open and his dark makeup smeared all over his face. When he was being kissaulted the previous day, his lipstick had managed to stay neat and relatively tidy the whole time, so the fact that there was such intense smearing meant we must have been doing something much more intense last night. Another memory flashed into my mind, this time it was the image of the redheaded fem on his knees at my feet, deepthroating my cock all the way down to the base with his mascara running down his cheeks. This image was so sudden and so erotic that I felt my cock stiffen even harder between Seirke’s breasts and I came close to erupting just from the thought.

I wasn’t entirely sure what had possessed me to do so, but I brought my left hand to Erys’ soft and puffy lips and began to press my fingers into them, feeling their softness. Seirke told me that people in Teranos could actually stimulate their lips and tongues in order to achieve orgasm, and so far, this seemed to be the case. Both times that I had been fellated—that I could remember—ended in orgasm for the individual who was giving it to me, and Erys had climaxed multiple times during his various makeout sessions. But I did wonder if I could also stimulate him just with my fingers and hand.

With that in mind, I stuck a finger into his mouth and prodded his tongue with it. It was so strange to be feeling a tongue with my finger, I had never done it before save for my own tongue. So, feeling it this way was interesting, it was soft and moist, as one might expect. What I did not expect was the fem wrapping his lips around my finger and suckling on it softly. A quick glance at his eyes told me he wasn’t awake, which meant he was doing this entirely on reflex. For some reason, that was extremely hot to me.

I decided against trying to get him to orgasm, mainly because I thought that might wake him up and because I was very nearly achieving it myself between Seirke’s wonderful pillows, so I removed my finger and peered down at his chest. Thanks to the stole he wore I never quite got a good look at what he had going on in his chest area being a fem. It definitely was not a manly chest, it wasn’t broad our built even though Erys himself had quite an althletic frame, it was narrow and girlish with just a hint of bulging just like breasts around his high-set nipples. He really did just look like a flat-chested woman, and that was pretty hot to me. I reached down and felt his chest, giving what little fat was there gentle and inspectoral squeezes. It was actually pretty satisfying, though in a much different way to squeezing larger breasts. Something about the underlying rigidness of the chest muscles and ribs beneath the soft skin of the quasi-breasts lent itself well to the experience.

Then my hand explored further down his body. I still wasn’t all that interested in his penis, and my instincts told me he wasn’t all that interested in me being interested in it either. But I was pretty interested in his ass. I had caught glances of his rear throughout the day yesterday and it was quite appealing. He had girlish hips and thighs, and his butt was round and perky. It was probably the only part of him that actually jiggled when he walked, and it was hypnotizing. When my hand found one of his cheeks and I gave it a squeeze that perhaps was too firm, he squirmed a bit in his sleep but did not seem to be roused from it. His butt felt just as incredible as I had imagined it might. The feeling of his bouncy and supple rear was enough to bring me over the edge.

With a soft grunt I began to ejaculate between Seirke’s breasts. Since it was in such a tight position, I could feel the sticky creamy spunk immediately cake and wrap around my shaft, and a quick glance downward revealed that a pool of the white stuff was leaking out and crawling down my side. My sperm only served to lubricate my cock even more, and I couldn’t help myself from gently rocking my hips so I could be thoroughly milked of my cream by Seirke’s wonderful breasts.

“Oh my,” Seirke said, suddenly.

I panicked and looked down again to see her peering up at me. Now that her head was raised, I could see the tip of my cock poking out from her cleavage and shooting a few strings of cum onto my belly.

“Sorry,” I said, “did I wake you?”

“I don’t think so,” she said, “it felt like a natural awakening to me, current circumstances notwithstanding.” She giggled and looked down at the scene at her chest, then moved herself forward to completely enclose my dick between her soft melons. Now the only thing that peeked out from between them was spurts of thick white spunk oozing out.

“You know, in all the excitement last night, I never got the chance to thank you.”

“For what?” I asked. My orgasm was finally dwindling, which was a relief in itself.

She blushed a bit bashfully, “I’ve always been kind of jealous of the um, size of my peers. You may have noticed that my breasts are the smallest among them, that is actually true across most of Teranos as well. My size is on the smaller end for women.”

“Really?” I said, genuinely surprised, “Yours would actually be pretty decently sized in my world.”

“Oh, I see. Well I’ve always had a bit of a complex about my size, so when you asked me to join you in the evening after the banquet, it meant a lot me.”

“I will be honest, because you seem the type to appreciate the gesture, I can’t remember most of what I did last night. I’m glad to hear that drunk me was still quite the gentleman, though.”

Seirke giggled, “It has always been my understanding that when we are drunk, we have no inhibitions. That leads me to believe that if you did that while completely without inhibition that it was what your true self wanted. That is even more flattering, frankly, even if you don’t remember it.”

“What, he doesn’t remember last night?” I suddenly heard Erys ask from beside me, groggily, “No fair, that means he won’t remember the amazing deepthroat I gave him.”

The image flashed into my mind again, “Well, I do sorta remember that, kinda hazy though,” I admitted.

Erys flashed a foxy grin, “Guess I’ll just have to refresh your memory when you’re sober.” The fem then lifted himself up from my arm. Immediately I felt an intense wave of pins and needles rush down my arm as it woke up. The pain made me wince.

“Are you all right?” Seirke asked, concerned.

“Fuck, yeah I’m fine. My arm was asleep.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, Alex,” it was Erys’ turn to have a concerned look.

I waved off his concern, “Don’t worry about it. I groped you while you slept so it all evens out.”

He flashed a devious grin.

It was only in that moment I realized something odd. He called me Alex and not Your Eminence, “Did you just call me Alex?”

Erys looked to Seirke briefly, then they both looked back and Seirke responded, “Last night you told Erys and I specifically that we could just refer to you as Alex in casual settings. You were drunk at the time, so I suppose it bears asking if that’s still okay now that you’ve sobered.”

There was an undeniable power-trip involved with people referring to me with such an exalted title wherever I went. It was doing wonders for my self-esteem. Still, I understood completely why drunk-Alex would have wanted to undo that for certain people. At a certain point a title like that just acted like a barrier that made other people feel like they couldn’t ever get past. I did want these two to get past it. Of all the wonderful people I’d met the day prior, these two I seemed to click with the best.

“Yeah, go ahead,” I said.

They both smiled and began getting up and out of bed, as did I and then examined the results of the previous night’s escapades. There were many stains on the sheets that had an obvious origin, I could see both pairs of panties on the floor, as well as a pair of red stoles and single shawl that belonged to Seirke, as Erys wasn’t wearing one yesterday. Erys himself was naked and his rear was still bright red, implying either myself or Seirke had been spanking him quite a bit. Seirke herself had very little indication that anything had happened, mostly just frazzled hair and the general smell of sex that all three of us shared. I, however, possessed very clear proof of Erys’ involvement in the evening. There were lipstick marks all over me, mostly concentrated at my groin, and my cock had several distinct red rings around the shaft that could have only been one thing. My tip was also so vividly red, at first glance I thought it was actually bleeding.

“Wow, you really did go crazy last night Erys,” I said.

Erys laughed, “Damn, I really did, huh?”

“Don’t worry, it will wash off in the bath. Many of the girls here have had similar leavings at their groins,” Seirke said, “usually from Erys.”

“Remember that time that Ori came into the bath and Rose asked if she was on her period?” Erys laughed heartily, and even though she was doing her best to remain composed, Seirke couldn’t help but crack a smile as she no doubt remembered the event.

“I do remember that, Ori was so mortified she nearly left the temple for good.”

“I know, but it was worth it. She was delicious,” Erys said and then looked at me, “you were pretty tasty yourself if I recall. I’m not normally the type to go for men but I think I might be addicted to your cock after last night.”

Hearing Erys say that brought a slight heat to my cheeks, and I bashfully scratched the back of my head.

“Speaking of the bath,” Erys added, “let’s head there now.”

“Will all three of us fit in that tiny thing?” I asked, gesturing to the doorway that led to the bath I arrived in.

“Oh, there’s a much larger bath available in the temple,” Seirke said.

“There are thirty people here, you think they’d all try to cram in that room to bathe every day?” Erys asked and chuckled.

“A long time ago this town was important enough to get frequent visitors to the temple. Even before this room was a storage room, it was a guest room and that was the guest bath. Until you arrived, we had no need of it,” Seirke explained. That made sense.

“The public bath is nice and big, come on, we’ll show you. We might even give you a thorough cleaning,” Erys winked and took my arm, leading me out of the room.

In the corridor I encountered Velanthe, “Ah, Your Eminence, good morning.” She bowed steeply, allowing me to see her breasts as they hung low and free from her violet stole.

“Ah, morning,” I replied. Erys had let go of my arm. Evidently when a keeper wanted to talk to someone it took priority.

“Are you still interested in visiting the elven commune today, Your Eminence?”

I didn’t really have any plans besides a bath, so I nodded, “I’ll just need to get cleaned up first.”

“Indeed,” Velanthe eyed my crotch with her piercing hazel eyes, “seems as though you enjoyed yourself quite thoroughly after asking Erys to bed last night.” She returned her gaze to my face and smiled.

“Doesn’t everyone?” Erys asked, grinning.

Velanthe nodded, conceding, “So it would seem. Enjoy your bath, Your Eminence, I shall be waiting in the grand hall when you are ready to depart.”

After this brief conversation I was led to a part of the temple I hadn’t actually toured the day prior, evidently this was because the bath was closed off during the afternoon, everyone did their bathing in the mornings. When I finally entered the room, I was quite impressed. The bath was more like a gigantic shallow pool. The room had a number of lanterns hung up across the various wooden columns, but oddly this was not the bath’s primary source of light.

The room’s primary source of light was the bath itself. The water seemed to glow a faint teal color that illuminated everything a considerable amount. There were a number of priestesses here, all naked and bathing in the water, gathered in small groups and chatting as they went about their cleansing routines.

“Whoa,” I said, eyeing the water.

“Wonderful, isn’t it, Your Eminence?” A woman approached that I recognized from yesterday, it was the giver who had filled my cup with her milk, Kana.

“Ah, good morning,” I replied, “and yes, I’ve never seen anything like it. Is it the water that’s glowing like that?”

Kana nodded, “This water is magically blessed by Erynessa. It is pure, it cleans itself if given enough time, and even helps our skin to be smooth and supple. It is the reason so many of our priestesses look so ageless and beautiful. Are you here to bathe, Your Eminence?”

I gestured to myself, primarily all of the dark red lipstick marks, “Ah, yeah. Seems like it would be a good idea.”

“Erys?” Kana asked, placing a hand on my back and guiding me over to the water.

“Erys,” I replied. The redhead heard this, and stuck out his tongue in my direction as he and Seirke made their way to another part of the pool.

Kana giggled, “Please, allow me to make sure you are nice and clean.”

“There’s no real need,” I said, “I don’t want to keep you from your duties.”

She shook her head and suddenly leaned in close, pressing her hefty breasts into my arm, “It would be an honor, Your Eminence, besides, this is part of my duties.”

“The givers work at the baths?”

She led me to the edge of the pool and guided me down into it. Like the private bath, there was a step on the sides of the pool where presumably one could sit down, and I was directed to sit on one of these.

“Yes, we don’t normally have much else to do during the mornings, our milking sessions are typically afternoon affairs.”

The water was warm and cozy, parts of my body I didn’t even know were tense became immediately more relaxed as the water crawled up my skin and enveloped me up to my chest. I rested myself against the edge of the pool and let out a deep sigh. Kana knelt down beside me.

“Additionally,” she continued, “many of the others have taken to getting drinks of our milk while they soak. They say it adds to the experience quite nicely.”

I turned to look at her curiously, “Is that so?”

She nodded, “I would be more than happy to give Your Eminence a taste, but first we should get to work cleaning you up.”

I nodded, “Very well, I am in your care then.”

She began by having me sit up on the ledge as she lathered up soap and spread it over my body. Her hands were soft and thorough, and in many ways the experience felt a lot like a massage. Occasionally she would scoop up some of the apparently blessed water in a bucket and pour it over my body, making the experience melt away any possible tenseness in my body.

As I became more relaxed, I also became bolder, and during a portion of the cleaning when she was in front of me, I grabbed her breasts and began fondling them.

“You seem to love breasts, don’t you?” Kana asked.

“What’s not to love?” I asked, kneading the soft and malleable flesh in my hand, “To be fair, the breast sizes I’ve experienced so far in this world seem to be much larger on average than my own world. And you all just love it when I show them attention, another stark contrast to my previous life.”

She giggled in response as she went about her duties, eventually reaching my groin. She didn’t hesitate as she took the half-hard shaft into her hands and began stroking it steadily, rubbing vigorously to get the remnants of red lipstick off.

“Ah, that feels good,” I said, “keep going. Make sure you clean it thoroughly.” I gave her a subtle wink.

Her responding giggle this time was accompanied by a blush, “I would be delighted to, in fact, would Your Eminence like to try some of my milk while I make sure his exalted cock is nice and clean?” Her blush intensified, but her eyes were practically begging me to say yes.

“That sounds heavenly.”

She smiled and changed her position so that she was beside me and I was laying down, my head against her soft thighs. Then she leaned forward so that her hefty melons were dangling in front of my face. I just let them rub against it for a moment before slipping one of her nipples into my mouth.

In the meantime, she returned her hand to my cock and began stroking it again, this time more intensely but still quite slowly. I wasted no time in sucking on the teat, and almost immediately the delicious fluid that I had come to enjoy was filling my mouth. With her free hand, it seemed that Kana continually and gradually poured the bathwater over my body, and the heat from it did create a very cozy and warm feeling that spread through my body like wildfire while I was being pampered and fed. This was perhaps the most comfortable I had felt in my entire life. If not for the steady and skillful handjob she was giving me, I could have fallen asleep right there.

“Your Eminence has such a wonderfully large cock,” Kana said in a sultry voice, “I would happily ‘clean’ it for hours on end.”

As I couldn’t audibly express my gratitude for the compliment, I decided to give her nipple a gentle nibble instead. The result was a low, guttural moan from Kana and a rather large spurt of milk into my mouth which I happily drank and swallowed.

“Mh, I’m so glad you like that idea, Your Eminence.”

After a few more minutes of this treatment, she swapped to my other side. This changed the hands she was using and the breast I was sucking on. Meanwhile, I felt myself getting close to climax. Perhaps there was some indication of this in my genitals, because Kana spoke up.

“You needn’t hold back, Your Eminence, just let it all out. Just—” she was cut off by a sudden moan, “just keep drinking my milk. It feels so good.”

I responded in the affirmative by giving this nipple a gentle nibble and enjoyed the resulting moan as well as the rush of milk into my mouth. I was not going to last long at this rate, and it sounded like Kana did not want me to. Her words of encouragement pushed me to continue, happily lapping at her breast and relaxing myself as much as I could.

Soon this became an impossible task, however, as my climax crashed into me like a tidal wave. With my eyes still closed, I sucked on Kana’s nipple as hard as I could as my own milk began to shoot from my penis. She did not let up her stroking, urging every ounce of fluid from within me to come out. This seemed like an appropriate action for one whose job it was to milk herself, she evidently treated cocks the same way.

I writhed in pleasure beneath her, and I heard her moan loudly at my intense suckling. Eventually I couldn’t focus on the nipple and released it from my mouth, however, merely going slack after each intense wave of pleasure carried me away into bliss.

“Ah, it’s so much, Your Eminence,” Kara said, breathily.

I had no response as my climax died down, leaving me panting in a similar fashion to my new friend.

Kara then gently moved me back down into the water, which was a welcome gesture since I felt weak. She had milked me thoroughly and I didn’t quite have much strength to spare yet. The warm water felt even better as it enveloped my body post-ejaculation.

“There, all clean now, Your Eminence,” Kara said.

“Thank you very much,” I replied.

“Feel free to soak here for as long as you desire. The initiates will have cleaned your room and provided some clothes that were commissioned from our local tailor by the time you return. I understand you’ll be traveling today, so the clothes will come in handy.”

“Wonderful, thank you.”

Kara bowed and then stepped away. After a few minutes I was joined once again by Seirke and Erys, who sat to either side of me.

“Did you enjoy your bath?” Seirke asked.

“Very much,” I replied.

“A shame all that tasty spunk went to waste,” Erys added, winking.

I chuckled at this, “So, I have no memory of what happened last night,” I began, curiosity finally getting the better off me, “what exactly did we get up to?”

Erys began listing off items one by one on her fingers, “Well, we started with a round of blowjobs. Both of us got two mouthfuls each.”

“Then I gave you a boobjob,” Seirke continued, “and you did something with Erys that you called ‘naizuri’ which just seemed to be rubbing your cock against his chest.”

“That was pretty fun,” Erys cut in, “and then you did something you called ‘hot-dogging’ where you turned us around and used our buttcheeks to get yourself off. That was also pretty fun but definitely strange.”

“Then we all went to bed with me giving you a boobjob and Erys making out with you. I think we fell asleep that way, given the way we work up.”

Eight times. That meant I managed to cum at least eight times and still had the energy to keep going. It seemed I truly was blessed by a goddess of sex.

After soaking for a bit longer and eventually getting my energy back, I departed from the bath a bit wistfully accompanied by Seirke and Erys. Before we left, I was given a berry which was taken from a golden bowl next to the entrance. It was about the size of a grape and was a bright cyan color. I didn’t remember seeing it at the banquet the night before.

“What is it?” I asked.

“It’s called a mintberry,” Seirke explained, “eating at least one a day will keep your breath fresh and even clean your teeth.”

I peered at it for a moment. One of the few things I understood about medieval Europe back in my world was that tooth decay was actually the leading cause of **** among most people due to a lack of dental care at the time. So, part of me expected to see very unfortunate tooth problems upon entering a world like this, but I had been pretty amazed so far to see nearly perfect teeth everywhere. It seemed these berries were to thank for that, as they were this world’s equivalent of brushing one’s teeth every day. I popped it into my mouth and chewed it.

I was worried that it would taste terrible, fruit and mint didn’t seem to mix very well in most situations, but thankfully this wasn’t the case here. It actually tasted pretty good, if I had these in my world I might have taken better care of my teeth as a kid.

We arrived back at my room to find that Kara had been totally right. There were fresh sheets, the clothes had been picked up from the floor, and three neat piles of fresh clothes had been placed on the bed. While two of the piles were identical and obviously intended for my companions, the third pile was vastly different.

The outfit consisted of a set of robes, leather boots, and a stole. The robes themselves were quite fancy, and definitely fit with the idea of a chosen one. They consisted of an inner robe and an outer one. The inner robe was black while the outer one, more akin to a coat, was white and had a hood. The stole was also beautifully made, featuring a literal rainbow of colors ranging from vivid red to deep purple from one end to the other.

The set wasn’t anything especially revealing but was clearly designed so that the part of the robes over my chest would be loose and open. I wasn’t especially fit and in fact was sort of scrawny which meant this was embarrassing, but not any moreso than the idea of wandering around in the wilderness in the nude. Also, I imagined that after some travel I would likely become fit without really meaning to. I even considered putting some effort into working out. I’d been given a new opportunity at life, I figured I should make the most of it.

Once the full outfit had been assembled, I looked to a mirror which stood nearby.

“You look rather dashing, Alex,” Seirke complimented.

“I think I prefer him naked,” Erys responded, “but I agree, he looks pretty good.”

I noted that the outfits of the other two were a bit different than the ones yesterday. While consisting of largely the same elements, they also had black leather boots and fingerless gloves as well as a few belts that seemed to hold pouches with various supplies on them. While Erys was still not wearing his shawl, today he had a top of sorts. It was a sleeveless turtleneck shirt that was very cropped, enough that the material, which seemed to be the same thick cloth that their panties were made of, only went down to just below his nipples. I had to imagine that wardrobe malfunctions would be numerous and probably intentional, knowing what I did about the lusty fem. The fabric was tight enough that it made what little fat deposits Erys had on his chest even more evident, since very small bulges were present beneath the top.

There was a knock at the door.

“Come in,” Seirke replied.

One of the initiates came through, I was pretty sure her name was Ori, “I’m sorry to disturb you, and I know you had plans for today, Seirke, but Emily Lockwell had a baby last night.”

“Oh really? I bet she’ll be happy to know her child was born on the same day that the chosen one arrived.”

“She already knows and is fit to burstin’ with happiness, she’s even named her Alexis in honor of His Eminence.” Something inside me was very happy to know that, but another part of me was deeply disappointed. Granted this latter part of me was the same part of me that didn’t believe I was worthy of any of this in the first place.

“Well this is great news,” Seirke smiled, “but what’s this about my plans?”

“Oh, right, the thing is that Emily wants you to bless her child, on account of you being friends and all.”

“Right now?”

“As soon as possible, she said.”

Seirke looked at me.

“It’ll be fine, I’ll be with him,” Erys said.

“Go ahead,” I added, nodding, “We’ll catch up when we get back.”

Seirke sighed, “All right, let Emily know I’ll be there soon.”

After that, Ori left and Seirke removed the pieces of her outfit that seemed to be for travelling purposes, instead slipping on a pair of sandals.

“Enjoy your time with the elves,” she said, giving me a warm smile, but she still seemed a bit down since she couldn’t accompany me.

Acting quickly, I put my hands on her shoulder and pulled her in for a kiss, pressing my lips against hers. She tensed up for only a moment, but then relaxed into the kiss and almost hungrily slipped her tongue into my mouth to deepen the gesture for a few seconds.

When our lips had parted, she was blushing, “Ah, that was our first kiss. Thank you, Alex.” She smiled at me, clearly made much happier by the gesture.

After we were finished getting ready, I made my way to the grand hall. Erys parted with me briefly to return to his room to grab a few more things. In the main chamber was Velanthe, dressed in traveling gear as well with a bow and quiver of arrows strapped across her back, and a pair of short swords on belts around her waist.

“Are we expecting trouble?” I asked the keeper, wary.

She smiled wanly, “It’s not likely but it is possible. It never hurts to be prepared. Are you ready to go?”

“Just waiting for Erys, he stopped by his room. Seirke had some business in town, I guess.”

“Ah yes, I heard. You should be prepared, Your Eminence, this temple is on the opposite side of Anvar from the forest where my kin live, so we will be cutting right through the town center. It’s likely you’ll be meeting many of the townsfolk on your way.”

“Is Rose going to try and introduce me to all of them, too?” I asked.

Velanthe let out a brief but enchanting laugh, something that was a rarity for her but made her all the more beautiful when she did, “No, but that may only be because she isn’t joining us. I would not put it past her to try.”

It was my turn to laugh, though I did briefly peer around to see if Rose was present to hear the small jokes at her expense. She was not.

“I will attempt to make sure your interactions with them are brief, although I would be surprised to see if many will approach. Unlike us priestesses, the common folk can be rather shy by comparison.”

“How should I respond if they come to greet me?”

“Be as kind and respectable as you were to us, compliments will go a long way with them. Commenting on anything you find appealing about them will mean a lot.”

I rubbed my chin, it seemed simple enough. But I found myself eyeing the various weaponry on Velanthe’s person again. It did make me a little nervous.

“Once we reach the forest, I will let you borrow one of my blades,” the elf said, correctly intuiting my discomfort.

“Oh, all right, thank you.”

By this point Erys had returned. What he grabbed seemed to be a weapon of his own, a bastard sword that he had strapped to his back with a very ornate hilt bearing an amber-colored gemstone. He also had a dagger sheathed in a holster at his right thigh.

“We ready?” He asked. Apparently, he had also applied a fresh batch of makeup in remarkably quick fashion. I nodded and we departed from the building.

This was the first time I had truly left the temple since arriving in this world. Though I had seen many glimpses of the surrounding area through the windows, I wasn’t quite prepared for the sight that greeted me. It was a medieval-looking town bustling with people, crowds of pedestrians going about their business. I could see that the central road led straight from the temple and then disappeared into woods in the distance which I could only see on account of the temple being atop a hill. The street was lined with various carriages and carts drawn by horses and mules. Though I saw dozens of humans, there were a small spattering of pointed-eared elves among them. But there was one particular demographic that I noticed was almost completely missing. Out of the crowds of people present, I could see only perhaps three or four men.

“Where are all the men?” I asked.

“What do you mean? There are three right there. Dakkund, Wayland, and Ro.” Erys pointed out each of the three I had already seen.

“Why are there so few?” I asked.

“So few? Three in a group that size sounds about normal,” Erys replied.

“We must be ever-mindful of the differences between this world and the one His Eminence came from,” Velanthe said, directing her comment to the fem. “About how many males were you expecting to see?” she then asked me.

“Shouldn’t it be half?”

Both of my companions seemed shocked at this, but Erys was the first to respond, “Half?”

“As far as I’m aware,” Velanthe began, “there has never been a time in history when there were that many. The typical proportion seems to hover around one male for every ten females. And on average about half of the males are fem, though that number seems to vary a bit. Here in Anvar there are definitely more fem than males.”

“Half!?” Erys repeated, “And you said there aren’t any fem in your world right, so all of them are men?”

“Well, there are some people who would probably be considered fem if they were in this world, but there certainly isn’t many of them. Probably less than one percent of the population if I had to guess.”

Erys and Velanthe shared a glance, “I can hardly imagine it,” the former said.

“It is definitely quite fascinating,” Velanthe replied, “but we must be going.”

Having said that, we descended the steps into the town. As Seirke implied the day prior, the common outfits weren’t nearly as revealing as the priestess garbs, however there was a clear tendency for outfits to accentuate certain attractive features, and as Seirke had implied this morning, almost all of the women had larger breasts than the silver-haired seeker. As we made our way through the streets, I noted one or two women with a similar size to Seirke but most were larger though usually not by too much. The priestesses were certainly the most well-endowed of the general populace.

The outfits otherwise had similar themes as one might expect from a medieval rural town. The women wore dresses but with varying skirt lengths, the lowest hem I’d seen was nearly touching the ground, while the highest hemline was so high that it nearly exposed the nethers of the woman. Granted, this latter individual had amazing-looking legs, and since it seemed like this society liked to show off their assets, this made sense. The men were not immune to this either, I noted, though their pride usually was in features I came to expect such as muscular arms or well-built chests, and they typically wore outfits that accentuated these.

Oddly, the fem I encountered seemed to accentuate their busts, despite them being usually flat or close to flat. When I pointed this phenomenon out to Erys, he smiled in response.

“well, most of us are proud of our chests. We’re the only ones who can naturally get boobs that small. Exoticness can be sexy too, you know,” he winked. “And it works, after all you liked them so much you were willing to fuck them last night.”

Velanthe cleared her throat, eliciting another giggle from the fem.

Before too long I was actually approached by a couple of women and a fem.

“It’s you! It’s really you!” a blonde woman among them said.

“And to think, you’re so handsome, too!” another added, whose hair was an exotic shade of dark blue done into a stylish and wavy updo.

The fem didn’t say anything, he had tawny hair and pointed ears, though not quite as long as Velanthe’s. A half-elf perhaps? In any case, he looked purely awe-struck by my presence, his mouth open and slack.

All three of them were wearing outfits that made their chests more prominent. The blue-haired woman was wearing a low-cut dress showing off considerable cleavage. Meanwhile, the blonde and the fem both wore skin-tight material that was thin and almost translucent over their chests.

“Ah, hello,” I replied, awkwardly, “It’s nice to meet you all.”

“The pleasure is ours, Your Grace,” the blue-haired woman replied, leaning forward to make her cleavage even deeper and revealing a mole within it.

This display reminded me of what Velanthe said about compliments, that I should comment on what I considered their most attractive features. Judging from their outfits, it was clear that all four of them valued their chests, even the virtually flat fem.

“But I’m the one who has been blessed with the sight of such wonderful busts,” I countered, my voice a little shaky since this would be considered a fairly creepy thing to say back in my own world.

They all smiled and giggled, and seemed to be delighted with this compliment, however, so I got a little bolder, deciding to reach out and touch them, starting with the blonde in the middle. Her breasts were soft and bouncy, and it seemed she had the largest of the two women.

She gasped, but it was with delight and she puffed out her chest for easier handling. I then swapped to the other two, grabbing the blue-haired girl’s breasts and the flat chest of the fem half-elf in each hand.

“And yes, I did mean yours too,” I added to the fem, whose blush intensified and who couldn’t seem to contain the smile that crept on his lips.

“It’s an honor to get such treatment from His Eminence,” the blonde said, giggling.

“It looks like you’re going somewhere, will you be returning?” the blue-haired woman asked.

“His Eminence is going to the woods to visit the elves,” Velanthe replied, shortly.

“But yes, he will be coming back,” Erys added.

“That’s great news! My name is Lena,” the blonde said.

“I’m Mellon,” said the blue-haired women.

“A-Arien,” the fem said quietly.

I smiled at their greetings. Somehow, I got the feeling I might be able to remember these three. “I look forward to seeing you when I return.”

“We should continue,” Velanthe said, and began leading me away. Clearly, she didn’t have much patience for these women.

“It was nice to meet you!” Lena called, Mellon blew me a kiss and Arien just waved cutely at my departure.

Once we had put some distance between us, I said, “I like those three.”

“They are well-known trouble-makers,” Velanthe said.

“Which is why I like them too,” Erys added and giggled. The elf sighed.

The rest of the trip through the streets went on without much trouble, and as Velanthe seemed to suggest, many of the townsfolk were too shy to approach, most of them simply gazing at me from afar with shocked expressions. I did my best to wave at these individuals as I passed by. On the off-occasion I was directly approached, I did my best to keep the conversations short and sweet, making sure to compliment anyone that came by. I was quickly becoming better at this last part, mainly because I did my best not to just compliment their breasts each and every time, trying to find other details that they might be proud of such as a particular piece of jewelry, a certain hairstyle, or their eyes when all else failed. Velanthe and Erys seemingly became more and more impressed with the way I was dealing with them, and I was right there with them, surprised that I had the capacity for this sort of thing.

Still, when we at last reached the edge of the forest, I was somewhat relieved. While I genuinely enjoyed the experience of greeting so many people, I felt drained by the experience as well. I was glad for another reason, however. The trees that lay beyond the simple gates of the town were filling me with adventurous wonder. Even in my previous life I had never actually been in forest. I had lived in the western united states in the desert my whole life. I’d always wanted to visit a forest, but I never imagined that I would under these circumstances. Not only that, I would be meeting real elves, a whole community of them.

I couldn’t wait to get going.