Jaune; Regretting a World Altering Change He Made.

As consciousness returned to him, Jaune felt the creeping heavy weight of dread and excitement that formed a tight cage inside his chest trapped, his racing heart slammed against that made his whole body ache. He was wide awake, refreshed and bursting with energy, yet he just wanted to go back to sleep.

Just like every morning for the last three weeks since the day he’d had that dream of the sight of the fantastical landscape and vista. Where the voice that informed him of his new powers and desire for him to use those powers however he desired.

Simply to amuse itself, no grand purpose, no responsibilities or expectations of him. Just a wry request for him to be entertaining in the use of the powers and its lurid example of the powers limitations.

After waking up that dream he could remember with stark clarity unlike any dream Jaune had ever had before.

As the only boy trapped in a house with seven sisters and his mother, he’d be a liar if he hadn’t entertained an incestuous thought once. But, He’d be a damn liar if he hadn’t also rubbed one out an uncomfortable number of times during the wild out of control train of puberty.

Wild hormones that lead to fantasies which sometimes featured rough, harsh yet enjoyable sex to get back at his sisters when they were in their bullying mode rather than the babying mode. Other fantasies were far less… rabid animalistic affairs which grew more numberous as puberty ended, not that the rougher fantasies ever disappeared.

Not that it’s completely stopped considering Jaune’s luck with girls or rather lack of luck, and honestly? Saphron hadn’t helped at all when she’d visited with Terra as the idea of threesomes with his older sister and her wife had been like a bone his libido hounded after like a dog chasing a car.

The dream plagued him all the entirety of that day, he wrote down every word the voice had spoken and he somehow found far more rules that hadn’t been spoken yet were burned into his mind that came easily to his writing hand.

It’d been comically easy to test his powers in a undeniable way once he’d gotten home from school. His subject? His mother Violette Arc, despite her typical love for Minstrali dresses, had worn a button up dress shirt that day that made the possible test obvious.

The first button popping off flying could have just been luck and coincidence in the timing of his wish as his mother frowned and glared at the offending button, the second button shooting off as his mother fussed with the sewing kit without reaction like Jaune wanted could be evidence.

But, his libido taking control causing the rest of his mother’s buttons snap in a very exact order and his mother’s bra snapping and perfectly falling off without anyone else in the house taking any notice of how his mother went around the rest of the night in a button-up shirt with a single button and her bare breasts out.

Those jaw dropping heavy knockers jiggling from her every step, slapping together and wobbling in lurid ways when she whirled around to scold Violet for her abrasiveness thanks to her punk lifestyle she’d fallen into in college before dropping out. His sister with her new punk looks and attitude, argued with his mom without any notice of how their waving arms caused his mother's bosom wobble in a way that left him embarrassingly hard.

Jaune managed to wrestle his libido into control after his jaw dropped, but before he did anything more. Or cross any... further lines.

Which had left him lying wide awake in bed that night, gears in his head whirling with cyclonic speed at the possibilities he could work out within those tight, yet endlessly exploitable rules that left his bed sheets tented by a stiffy that was harder than diamond.

The potent ingredients of a horny virgin mind, the excitement of the tests and the sheer sky high rush coursing through his veins at the idea of somewhat curtailed unlimited power at a mental or verbal command propelled Jaune into a frantic night of planning and thought to create the dream of a horny boy like himself!

Drawing on an old X-ray and Vav comic book where they found help stopping an evil doctor out in the wilds controlling Grimm from a beautiful, yet secretive race the villain had been attacking.

That night he wrote down it all and read it quietly to himself. “On her hunting trip my sister Azure managed to come across the highly secretive Elven races that have lived on this planet since before the first humans and have built their own civilization that lives now in secretive isolation."

"They possess natural bodies that make most armor and clothes pure fashion choices or for modesty(which they are very loose on) rather than any real need for them, and all of them have incredibly powerful magic they wield alongside their aura. Their craftsmanship of their goods is sublime to where their masters of any craft imbues supernatural properties into their works through sheer skill as the product of their hands exceeds the boundaries of the physically possible . Along with those gifts they possess another power that's key to how they’ve stayed a secret for so long; in that they possess a natural normality field they can adjust freely that's made people overlook them when they are seen.

"The area that Azure found them was no coincidence, they were in fact awaiting her very arrival at that place as the sign of prophesy that I, their god they zealously worship, have finally come into my powers the only son among eight children of the same blood and by my own sister would they be lead to me.'

It’d been three weeks ago that he’d had his moment of self aggrandizing glory.

Now? He squeezed his eyes keeping them closed trying not to groan as two wondrous feminine scents teased his nose. One was like the smell after a spring rain on a field, a crisp and refreshing perfume that made Jaune feel more relaxed and rejuvenated from the smell alone. The second was a spicy fragrance that stimulated his senses with a sultry and luxurious caress that caused the sensation of phantom hands sensually exploring his body.

Unable to deny reality any longer Jaune finally cracked open an eye just a tiny bit and found his breath stolen away just like the last twenty times by what he found as the sources of those perfumes.

Two women were kneeling in supplication beside his bed, two elves.

On both her knees with skin that shamed the finest porcelain in its flawless paleness that gave her an unmatched radiant beauty, she possessed an aura of soothing serenity from how her eyes were softly closed and her little natural matronly smile her lips settle in. Her posture gave the impression of that she was deep in meditation or in prayer before an alter. But, her body and her clothes made his blood rush to his second head seeing the eroticness of her clothes that preserved the modesty of her generously endowed body in the most titillating way.

Aila Vircaryn was the name she’d introduced herself along with identifying herself as a Day Elf and as the woman granted the position of Head Attendant tasked with serving him and every possible desire his mortal body could desire.

The other elven woman was Tamzi Yaris, she introduced herself by kowtowing and identifying herself as a Night Elf graciously granted the position of Head Attendant by the Empress of Darnassus, protector of the church and faith to be his eternal servant to carry out his bidding and satisfy his desires.

She knelt on one knee, her head hung keeping her closed eyes directed to the floor in respect and submission like a trivial servant in the presence of an emperor. Her skin was a delicious dusky shade that was strategically exposed in her outfit and her body wordlessly offered a seductive promise that beckoned him to embrace her as it oozed sultry desire that it always extruded.

Suppressing a groan of desire Jaune tried pretending he was still asleep as he turned over in bed to face away from them-

“Have we displeased you, your eminence?” Aila’s heavenly and motherly voice broke in with her tender motherly concern and a sense of pleading suffusing her voice reminiscent of a pet desperately eager to please its owner.

Those lapis blue eyes had been difficult to argue with when Aila had been doing their best kicked puppy impression as he’d had to almost beg her not to bring a full staff of elves to cook, clean and whatever else around the house.

A ridiculous level of pampering and babying that was beyond the worst his mother or sisters had ever reached. It made Jaune feel awkward, taken aback and honestly sometimes offended that even the simplest of things were done for him made him feel helpless, then left him mentally exhausted with all the people crowding him to ‘aid’ him who were turning his life upside down.

He was just a normal, ok not that normal anymore guy! Why the heck would he need people to do all that! He was completely able to pick and put his own clothes on thank you very much.

With Aila around it was like having two mothers in the house, only that Aila wanted nothing more than to spoil him rotten to the core and without an ounce of malice in her. Gods know she wasn't shy about hugging his face into her deep cleavage or using them as head rests for him, as she seemed ready to do anything he asked of her.

A haughty huff of the sultry voice of Tamzi followed. “If you’ve displeased him, accept your punishment as a servant should.” Ending on a desirous hum. “Whether or not we’ve done any wrong, his whim are our desires and if they happen to include some hair pulling I’d be honored~” She added in a lusty breath.

Tamzi’s multitude of jewelry chimed with invigorating musical notes that Jaune could feel spurring his animalistic side as she must have shivered in desire. Jaune swore the elf must have some sort of spell to detect horniness or lewdness, because almost times when he'd found her bending over anything to clean a counter or for whatever other reason she'd completely casually suggested he pin her to the surface in question and ravage her until he was satisfied.

But, the dusky night-elf hit those buttons skillfully using her provocations, yet she always was quick to flatter him with her aggressive manner or invite him to take sexually charged retribution for any offense she caused.

The soft rustle of Aila’s clothes even without seeing it caused his cock to throb as the image of those pendulous melons rubbing together as they swayed he’d seen for nearly three weeks around the house jumped into Jaune’s mind. Something else he’d learned was the reason he’d never caught a nip slip from that uh, daring outfit was because magic was casually used to affix clothes sorta like pasties to prevent wardrobe malfunctions since elves typically had the magic to spare for such trivial uses of it.

“How could one ever improve to better serve our lord with a fixation on needless disciplining like that.” Aila softly rebutted like a mother tutting at a silly child.

Interrupting their little spat by flopping onto his back to stare helplessly at the ceiling of his room. “No, I’m not angry with either of you.” He sighed before continuing. “How long did you know I was awake.” Jaune muttered face burning at how they could see through him so easily as he turned his head to look at his ‘servants’.

“Ever since you stirred and began your amusing farce of pretending to be asleep your eminence.” The Night-elf swiftly answered in her ever surprising honest manner.

“Tamzi!” Aila chided, with a cute pout.

Then as always following her bluntness Tamzi followed up with her typical flattery. “My liege, I must also suggest that there are many uses for the impudent mouth of a servant, such as an aid for handling your morning conundrum and meting out punishment in the same stroke.” The Night-elfs amethyst eyes twinkled with amusement as Jaune flushed, causing her to smirk underneath her face veil and lick her lips hungrily making her kissable lips all the more tempting to shove his own against.

“Tamzi, such crudity is beneath us!” Aila cried out with scandal, her expressive elven ears wagging with embarrassed redness before settling with their points turned downwards.

The night-elf’s elfin ears perked up in deep amusement as she arched her back in a way that made her pink nipples stand starkly against the thin gazy coverings. “Really?” Tamzi languid purred.

“Yes! We are a proud and noble race.” Aila hastily stuttered.

“If his eminence requested you remain on your knees before him as he tended his morning conundrum until he granted you his holy seed as your reward for being inspiration, would you refuse him? Refuse our beloved creator his right to play with his toys~” Tamzi teased in a breathy tone that came short of sensual moaning that stroked carnal desire in Jaune.

Aila ears furiously flapped like a hummingbird's wings as her face reddened like a tomato and squirmed causing her breasts to bounce, rub together like flesh boulders and shift in ways that were painfully arousing to Jaune’s as his eyes locked onto them.

“I-if his eminence so requested or to fulfill his needs, t-then it’s my duty.” Aila admitted with flustered honesty while adorably poking her fingers together.

Jaune however, felt he’d prefer her bosom thrusting his cock into those massive melons that could swallow up his cock in their voluptuous expanse. Tamzi’s breasts easily toppled any of his sisters, celebrities and girls he’d crushed on at school from their pedestals, but Aila’s tits were ridiculous.

Her gravity defying perky twins in his mind begged to be slapped, groped, pinched and played with by his hands. He could imagine losing himself to exploring the firm flesh with its plentiful give weighing heavily in his palms as he lifted those honkers, and Aila’s demure, kind and accepting demeanor was just further fuel to the fantasy.

Soundlessly groaning he rolled over to remove the visual temptations of the two women that had intentionally and unintentionally tormented his very healthy libido as any young man possessed.

Tamzi’s satisfied chuckle was pure music like chimes of bells to Jaune’s ears. “See, we can agree on things unlike our missing cousin.”

That comment drew a giggle from Aila. “The elves of earth do enjoy excessive exercises of rhetoric, we at least refuse to neglect our duties in favor of bickering.” Aila’s reddened ears made that happy waggle Jaune had noticed they did whenever they seemed happy.

There was no way to delude himself into thinking he didn’t have the power to do anything, he could have fixed this. At least three ways had come to mind every day since they’d arrived to vanish, pacify or otherwise deal with them using the loopholes in his powers.

Staring out the window at the dark predawn sky at the broken moon as he mused how easy it would have been to return his life to normal, heck it would have been simple to alter things to have never had the elves exist.

But, he hadn’t.

It would have been the easy way out, and by creating them even in a one handed exercise of writing Jaune felt responsible. He’d dreamed of becoming a hero or at least a hunter like his father, grand-father and the long chain of his ancestors, by taking the route of removing the elves entirely and shrinking responsibility he’d be going against his family motto of never going back on your word and the resolve necessary to be a hero.

And ok, maybe just how hot every elf he’d seen looked and how eager they were had added to why he tolerated the smothering babying from them making him **** to change them at all. He certainly didn’t dislike Tamzi’s overtures despite them being too much for him.

“I guess I have to get up.” Jaune bemoaned like any teenager, not that he was that tired. Ever since some elven craftsmen had replaced his bed in the chaos of the first few days, now every time he slept it was like he was sleeping on a pile of clouds that perfectly suited him leaving him perfectly awake with half the amount of sleep. It’d made keeping up his schedule of getting up criminally early to get in some sword practice in before school as he prepared to run away to Beacon a whole lot easier.

Mindful of his erection, Jaune tried his best to be subtle in adjusting it inside his onesies to conceal his raging hard-on, then swung his legs off the side of his bed. Both elves resumed their previous reverent vigils in an instant.

Jaune quickly noted that his clothes were already set out in perfect order ready for him to put on, moving towards them he paused as neither woman moved an inch starting another morning routine he still hadn’t been able to change.

“Hey um, could you guys leave? It’s kinda awkward changing in front of uh… two other people.” Jaune tried.

Aila had her doleful eyes as she adopted her puppy look again. “Your eminence, we are your attendants, think of us as no more than intrusive as any other part of your room. We exist to serve you and honor us visage, I beg you to allow us to remain in your presence.”

“I concur with the Day Elf your eminence, though I beg to allow me to aid you in divesting that travesty upon your form. You shouldn’t think of me as a person, but as nothing more than an extension of yourself as another set of hands.”

Looking down at his onesies, Jaune frowned. “They're not that bad! Are they?”

“Whatever you wear is in your designs.” Aila kindly said, as kind as it was it was the sort of disheartened tone a mother wishing their child had told them a different answer. Or maybe a child disappointed in their parent doing something uncool, yet their love was too great to tell them otherwise.

“If I could, I’d have it ritually burned for heresy, for having sullying your eminence through the injustice it does upon you.” Tamzi fervently stated, her voice full of passionate zeal.

His onesies looked fine to his eyes, and normally he didn’t care what other people said. But, when two extremely hot women who worship the ground he walks on are telling him otherwise… Maybe there was something to it?

“I guess you both can stay, though I’m changing on my own.” Jaune decided. He wasn’t too sure if he wanted to let any elf change him after the first time they’d helped without warning, it had been like a sea of hands that left him on the verge of cumming from the delicate handling and little pleasures they dealt as they worked.

It didn’t stop Jaune from feeling extremely self-conscious as he undressed and hurriedly dressed.

Turning around both women kowtowed eyes averted, Aila’s mammoth breasts flattening on the floor, quashed between the wood and her body in a tantalizing manner and Tamzi’s fine ass seemingly in the air begging to be fucked in Jaune’s mind.

“Your eminence, would you prefer to attend your sword lessons first or to partake in the feast of nights ending.” Tamzi reverently questions.

When he’d explained to them his intention to run off to Beacon, both women were nothing but supportive and Tamzi slithered her way into him letting her teach him swordsmanship by first offering herself as sparring partner using far better replicas than he’d been able get his hands on, then quickly moved onto instructing him on how to wield a sword and shield properly.

“I shall prepare a worthy feast of first light for your kin and distract them from your absence that shall be ready upon your return from your lessons your eminence.” Aila added, the busty elf had effectively taken over the kitchen from his mother and not even his mom was too interested in taking it back with how good Aila’s food was.

But food and sword lessons weren’t at the forefront of his mind, what was, was his raging erection he'd like to get rid of before he went swinging his practice sword. Or maybe he could hope it'd soften by the time they reach the clearing he'd been training in.