A Quick Lesson In Elven Kingdoms.

*Cowritten with Forcy.

A/N: Forcy: Hello everyone. I know it has been a while since our last update so, we are making it up to you with an extra-long chapter. And I have to say, I had a lot of fun co-writing this chapter with Blankface, so I hope you enjoy the detailed (and hot!) worldbuilding that we came up with, as the blanks of Jaune's wish were filled to retroactively affect Remnant's history.

A/N: Blankface: I present a peek into just one juicy chunk of world building that's been done in the background. Giving perspective to the repercussions to the effects of a silly horny exercise of power can have, all by saying 'since before the first humans'. Why? Because nitpick all the word choices! Also the challenge of how to make a history lesson sexy.

Read, enjoy, and review!

Jaune explosively sighed as he sat on one of the benches on top of the school's roof, it was one of his favorite places since the school was one of the tallest buildings in town giving it one of the best views you could find.

From this perch he could look over sleepy town out to its boundary and over the edge of the island into the green sea of the forest canopy of Mistral, mist crawled among the treetops in a relaxing view far below the floating landmass of his home town, that was situated on; while a low hanging cloud level with the island enveloped his vision as it was blanketed in the thick mist of the cloud that enveloped his line of sight. Propelling it was the prickling cold air and the chilly fog that sliced to the bone, forcing Jaune to take a sharp breath and shiver at its combined embrace.

Beside him neither elf flinched in their skimpy outfits, their loose ends fluttering yet no matter their teasing temptations their magical adhering properties kept their modesty preserved. Their differing natures also displayed in how their clothes shifted in the breeze. Aila's gem tassels swayed in as the flaps hugged her massive breasts and little else of her skimpy getup moved, Tamzi's Vacuo harem girl outfit seemingly danced in the wind with sensual patterns that never revealed her goods, but for an instant, Jaune swore her loincloth lift for a moment teasing him with a fleeting glimpse of her slit glistening from a dew of sweet desire.

His face heated up and he shook his head removing dirty thoughts from his mind, the biting cold was a great help. Until the cold enveloping him was chase away by both women flicking their wrists leaving Jaune in a bubble of soothing warmth that sunk deep into his body.

Jaune sighed as he looked again at two women who claimed their positions as his attendants, looking past their stunning appearance; delving into thoughts beyond his raging hormones that their bodies caused within him. He was just going to ignore how after the day's events with each of them it'd been a lot easier to look at them calmly.

Thinking back over the course of the last two weeks of his life since they'd arrived, overturning it in a whirlwind of his libido getting its hands on the drivers' wheel and swerving straight off the road and into the horny canyon. Jaune couldn't help but think of much he really didn't know about everything. After all, they'd casually mention something that was common knowledge to them, implying a whole vast undiscovered world. He hadn't honestly had much of an opportunity to question them as the first week was a sexy wet dream of a blur from all the hot elves that appeared with his attendants and the draining ordeal to talk them down, the second week had been consumed by training and not embarrassing himself to the elves... Any Further.

Which left him with tons of questions about the unconnected scraps he had. Who were the Earth Elves? If they were attendants, didn't that mean there was a whole church system behind each of them? If Tamzi had been appointed head attendant by an empress did that mean there was a whole secret empire somewhere? The Night and Day elves clearly weren't in a union as a singular nation, which meant there was multiple?

As if reading his mind Aila spoke before the question could form in Jaune's mind. "Does something weigh on your mind, your Eminence?" The Day elf's tender voice coaxed out the thought into its complete form.

Clearing his throat and scratched his cheek Jaune raised his question as he side-eyed Aila's chest. "Ah, I was just thinking that, uh you know. I really don't know a whole lot about um, the nations and stuff like that of elves. It's kinda embarrassing for a god right."

Gusts of displaced air brushed against him from both sides as blurs streaked into his vision slicing neat paths through white mist so graceful they mended as if never disturbed before solidifying into Tamzi and Aila kneeling before him, their heads hung in supplication with hands placed on their chests.

Tamzi spoke first. "Your eminence, we exult you not for omniscience. It is our duty to be your eyes and ears beyond what your senses of your form convey to you."

"We've trained all our lives to be your confidants, your attendants and-" Aila paused her ears wagging as they turned red.

"Maidens to relieve your carnal needs~" Tamzi huskily chuckled to the deepening scarlet of Aila's ears.

Clearing her throat Aila took back the conversation. "To convey the information you are missing is within our duties, we would be delighted to enlighten you about what we've created in your physical absence, your eminence."

Jaune took a breath of the warmed air in thought, the cloud finally parted as the sun burst back into the sky, illuminating the world again and the scenery of the wider landscape than the floating island of his home town back into focus. Nodding more for himself than anything else Jaune made his decision. "Then um, could we fit a lesson that'd fit between now and the aura unlocking tonight?"

Both elves nodded their heads and rose in uniform flawless motions to the sides, leaving a wide space between them, their hands snapping up were flowing through a set of hand signs and quick chant in their respective musical languages. Aila's native tongue was like a melodic song that uplifted the soul with its very words; Tamzi's night elven tongue was a seductive whisper that caressed Jaune's human senses that sent a shiver up his spine.

Between them, an illusion of a world map appeared suspended in the air, and with great showmanship, their hands waved across the surface of the world poking various spots leaving behind little glowing gems of amethyst, emerald, and molten gold, they'd circle certain areas drawing borders before writing with their fingertips the names of cities that each gem represented.

Besides the marked Kingdoms were Elven women symbolizing their nations. For Lux Aurea a gleaming holy elf maiden crowned by a laurel wreath in solemn prayer that was in stark contrast revealing outfit. All in all, it was a scandalous mockery of modesty as barely clinging to her shoulders was a gauzy cloak, she wore nothing else as her long hair spilled over her shoulders over her breasts and down to conceal her womanhood.

Darnassus had a vigilant warrioress clad in what could only be described as a plate and chain bikini armor. She was martial and proud in her silent vigil gazing across the content at the last of the figures. Yet, she leaned forward onto her sword planted into the waves in a sultry and seductive fashion that drew the eyes to the generous swell of ass.

Lounging on a couch in the Sea of Souls was a woman Jaune, for a moment, thought was a Faunus until he noticed her long elfin ears that as adoring her head were a pair of cat ears and she possessed a matching feline tail. Her body was adorned in jewels, gold, and silver with cat-like smugness flaunting her wealth as jewelry was used in place of clothes as a 'breastplate' of gold adorned with precious stones that barely covered reached past the nipples of her twin melons, her underwear was a stripped white and blue cloth that used thin silver chains connected by golden clasps to stay in place over her womanhood.

A cold drop of sweat ran down Jaune's neck and a stone found its way to his stomach as he gulped realizing he'd popped at least three whole secret kingdoms into existence. While his mind was burdened in implications and the chaos that two elves had brought to his life, Jaune's dick pulsed in primal intrigue at the prospect of whole cities of peerless beauties eager to be fucked raw.

Resuming their positions beside the large map with their heads respectfully bowed, Tamzi spoke first. "Even if we must be brief, all stories must start at the beginning."

Aila hands went flowed through elegant motions as she took over.

"At the beginning, there was the Age of Dawn, in the time of chaos as the Brothers raged in their petty sibling squabbles when the world did ever change according to their whims as they built and destroyed in an endless cycle. You, in your grace, did you mold and raise isles that'd be 'The Gift' from the seafloor, away from the turmoil of the brothers. Upon those peaceful and stable lands did you create the first of our kind and they were called the 'Motherless'. They were a single, fair race, resplendent in beauty and truly ageless people due to the blessing of being sculpted by your hands personally."

On the ground between the foot of the bench and the illusionary map a scale model forest clearing bisected by a creek, from the tree line emerged enchanting elven figures of women and men trailed into it in small groups, their bodies uncovered. Yet they weren't quite like Aila or Tamzi, their skin was fair and hair resembled spun gold or silver lacking the variety which he'd seen among the servants Aila and Tamzi had brought along.

Jaune noted that the elven men had lithe figures, handsome but rather effeminate by human standards, and don't get him started on the women. They started at rivaling Aila and Tamzi to transcendent beauties that came in shapes and figures to satisfy any man's taste.

His tastes especially, Jaune's dick 'helpfully' added.

If Jaune had to describe it, the clearing was a gathering of the hottest people in the world.

Though the actual actions were idyllic as the early signs of civilizations sprung up rapidly, homes and buildings of stone, orderly fields overflowing with crops, music, and crafts appeared as the number of elves remained the same in a timelapse until a life-like statue of Jaune was erected in the center of the village square which all of the elves prostrated themselves before, men prostrated onto the ground while the women knelt on both knees or posed exhibiting their bodies to the statue representing Jaune.

Even lecturing, Aila swelled making her breasts heave as she continued, her hands moving like a puppet master. "Within its bountiful forests, mountains, and rivers that you provided for them under your aegis as they awakened and upheld your decree to be fruitful and multiply~," Aila said with rapture causing Jaune's stomach to sink and his dick to turn diamond hard.

Before Jaune's eyes the religious mass that had been in worship one moment then turned into the hottest orgy porno of Jaune's life. The male elves rose, turning to their female counterparts with cocks erect and passionate desire in their eyes plunged their pricks into the mouths of the women, or assaulted their bodies using their hands and tongues as they raced to penetration. All around his statue in that village square was a carnal festival.

"An arduous labor our progenitors took with fervor as procreation takes great effort and dedication for our ancestors and even our modern races. It takes more than simply spilling seed once, twice, or even thrice into our wombs to conceive~" Tamzi added placing a hand into her abdomen, her words coming as a sensual inviting caress to Jaune's ears that sent a shiver down his spine.

It skipped forward showing their dedication, husbands and wives fucked away through the night at temples or in the same rooms as household shrines to Jaune, in public venues as in the streets, an elven man rutted a woman against the smooth stone wall of a house, they indulged in tantric magical rituals expanding their magical horizons while seeking conception of an heir or sneaking away into the woods from the village in couples or groups in animalistic fuck frenzies.

Returning to the view from above the village quickly or perhaps over eons grew and grew from a town then into a gleaming city that could match any of the Kingdom's capitals today.

Seizing the lecture, Tamzi's sultry voice brought an edge of trepidation to the lesson. "Yet, in siring their offspring they learned that their descendants were not free of the ravages of age. In that aspect, they were like the humans that the Brothers had eventually created in envy of us, as your creations, although they still lived much longer than the average human. In that loss, the Age of Dawn ended and the Age of Curiosity began as you bestowed the lesson to treasure our families upon us, a fact taken for granted when our ancestors gazed upon the mayfly-like lifespan of humans who coveted our longevity."

Then, Tamzi's gaze grew mischievous as she turned back to him, before a wave of her hands altered the flow of illusions and showed the interior of a cottage that'd fit any medieval village. On the table of the modest home, an Elven man was fucking what had to be a human woman, since she lacked the pointy ears or any Faunus traits he could see. They rutted like beasts rocking the table, the human woman's breasts bounced as she delighted in screaming out her pleasure to the utter obliviousness of the her parents.

In his mind, it flashed himself in place of the Elven man and Aila or Tamzi in the role of the woman with his family as oblivious to it.

"Of course, some of our ancestors took the command to be fruitful and multiply in new and different ways as time passed, especially when they realized that it took far less effort to knock up a human female with elven seed than it takes to impregnate an elven woman. And so, we learned that half-elves could be born, which proved that humanity had to have some redeeming qualities, or else your grace wouldn't have deemed the creations of the jealous brothers as capable of procreating with us, in ways that bring our peoples together."

Jaune's face burned, his eyes wide. He also retroactively brought a half-elven race to the world? Then he wondered if that meant his wish changed relationships in the past through that feature of compatibility, by having humans marry elves instead of the people they would have originally married, which could have replaced some human bloodlines with half-elven ones across time and all that would entail while changing history. He rubbed his sweaty forehead now that his head hurt.

Then, with a tone of grief and mourning that had come to terms with tragedy, Aila spoke. "The Age of Curiosity came to cataclysmic closure as, in a rage, the Brothers condemned the humans and all descended from them as the opening act of the Age of Sundering. By your divine protection did we avoid the indiscriminate condemnation sent forth by the Brother of destruction. However, indirect devastation still reigned all over the world, and The Gift upon which we built our majestic empire of Atlantis was sunk beneath the waves."

In Jaune, the roaring heat of lust was extinguished by a deep sense of sorrow carried by Aila's voice pouring a river onto it.

In a scene at a trade city of Elves, half-elves, and humans they bartered and haggled on the prices of their goods as any other day, until a wave of purple swept through the crowds in an instant. Humans simply vanished, nothing left of them other than their empty stalls or unattended wagons, Half-elves perhaps had a worse fate, with many falling to the ground as their lives ended or barely alive but in agony as they glowed like their full-blooded elven counterparts who were unharmed as they looked to the sky to find a newly shattered moon in the disturbed heavens.

The scene shifted showing the isles looking like the crowning jewel of the world battered by waves and flaming chunks of the now-familiar moon crashed upon massive glowing shields that protected the glittering cities, but the ground where that proud metropolis stood was what gave out first when a massive meteor slammed into the landmass uprooting whole cities from the earth to cast them into the ocean like pebbles.

"To the north escaped the ancestors of my people, the 'Motherless' Matriarch Vircaryn and archbishop of the Church of the Dynastic Vigil, who'd ruled at the time along with her children and had predicted the weakness of the land. Combining their magics, the Matriarch gathered the people and then tore the city center from the chains of gravity using her mighty powers; up, and up the city rose into the skies. Until there was no longer day and night as the city basked in eternal daylight and it traveled north, away from the brunt of the meteors."

Aila's tale unfolded before Jaune's eyes, as in a grandiose temple, a familiar Elven woman Jaune recognized in the montage of carnal worship as the one spending her time fucking before his statue's gaze. She stood wearing only a laurel crown in the center of the temple dais arms raised and glowing with power surrounded by a ring of her eldest children who strained alongside her. Shifted outside Jaune watched in awe as the core of a city broke free from the ground and ascended into the heavens, rising above the clouds and ignoring the planetary rotation to avoid the moon's debris, and on the world map, a golden dot traveled to Solitas to its place.

"Without any of the necessary preparations, The Matriarch affixed Lux Aurea permanently into the heavens with all the requirements to support life as a haven from the chaos befalling the planet, after a month without rest, food, or water and while at her limits. However, even for the blessed Motherless, such a trial was too much for her body. Her eldest surviving daughter took leadership and posthumously anointed her fallen mother as the first Supreme Mother of the Holy See, then herself as the second Supreme Mother, and establishing the system of the Lux Curia as we basked safely in eternal light. There during the long isolation of the Age of Sundering, we became the Elves of Day as we attuned to the light of sun, taking it into our very souls and adapting to it."

The scene became more tranquil as a solemn funeral was held, and a timelapse of scenes following the new monastic dedication from the elves, followed by the city that hung in free-floating at the edge of space unmoving, basked in eternal sunlight as the world was ravaged. As time progressed the elves became paler resembling Aila more and more until finally it ended with Aila herself praying to an elaborate shrine gilded in gold, depicting the sinking of Atlantis, the Matriarch's great labor, and at last the figure of the Matriarch going to join Jaune.

Tamzi waved her hand sending the image on the ground rippling like a mirage as it transformed into a scene of three elves kneeling before the one that'd been exploring the boundaries of tantic magic dressed in a bawdy gown sent the three elves away. The scene then changed to three fleets of ships cutting through the towering waves, or plunging prow first into the walls of water, piercing through them the water held at bay from the open decks of the ships by a ****-field of magic. Some ships couldn't withstand the power of the churning seas and their shields failed and the ships smashed by the titanic waves.

"As for us," The purple-skinned bombshell went on, "Our progenitor Matriarch gathered her family and all their vassals, sending them with her three favored daughters, Yaris, Suza, and Nerthu out to brave the waves in the hopes of finding a haven as she remained behind in their home, a port city, to shield it. Across the ocean, they fled to what humans now call Anima."

On the map, three fleets appeared sailing the oceans towards Anima, each bearing a daughter's name as they went to settle different areas within the region marked off for Darnassus. On the ground, it showed the elves disembarking into a land cast into eternal twilight, with the light of the sun reaching from the great plums of dust that blanketed that portion of the atmosphere.

"There, in those lands of twilight, the three daughters founded their own cities and fiercely competed with each other since without the Matriarch to declare an heir, they sought to subjugate each other. We became molded by the twilight, changing to suit it and our culture came to thrive in it as we held the tenant to be fruitful dear to us. Eventually, the Nerthu dynasty would become the first dynasty to unite the Night Elves, and learned that power isn't so permanent."

As before there was a montage of the fair-skinned elves experiencing alteration of their skin in a fast-forward, their tone darkening into shades of caramel, bronze, chocolate, and hues of purple. They created dances partly lit by braziers of magical fire, the shadows of the dancers were as much of the dance as the physical dancers themselves and they melded in and out of the darkness that seemingly clawed and tore at their clothes in ways that wet the sexual appetite.

The subtle pulse of sensuality beat in their everyday lives with a yearning for procreation, to be fruitful as the tenant commanded. But, so did martial prowess as armies were formed and trained as the three sisters fought to become the true heir to their fallen mother.

"Then we have our most bickering of cousins, the Elves of Earth," Aila said in a patient tone. "They were an alliance of merchant families, who had grown rich on the natural resources of The Gift from the lumber, ores, and other raw resources they sold or refined into goods to sell. As a result, a considerable number of their direct ancestors were outside of Atlantis when the Age of Sundering began, having established several trading colonies on the continent that would one day be called Sanus by the people of Vale and Vacuo. Thus, as the surface of the island was ravaged, they delved into the earth, led by their 'Motherless' Matriarchs and Patriarchs who led them deep into the earth's heart."

Shimmering, the tantalizing peek into the world of the night elves ebbed away replaced by a massive tunnel occupied by an endless caravan of elves, with whatever they could bring on their backs, carts, or in their hands. At the head of the column were several elven men and woman arguing, Jaune recognized some as being the members of the orgies held in the wilds, eventually, they'd make a decision, and combining their magic, they managed to ensure the stone and earth would yield, molding it to their will as it formed a tunnel, and the ground would morph into a paved cobblestone highway for the caravan to continue their exodus easier. Yet, it wasn't perfect as cave-ins occurred when the debris of the moon struck the right place; toppling rock and earth onto them. Many survived thanks to their healing magics and strong bodies, though it chipped at their numbers.

"The Elves of Earth found protection and safety within the hardened core of the earth and within nature, yet they remained isolated from the rest of us for a long time. So long in fact, that we originally thought all of the members of their colonies had perished during the cataclysm," His Day Elven attendant said in a solemn tone.

Tamzi took over the next section. "Those early centuries after the shattering of the moon were very rough for the landscape of Sanus, with the ecology getting ravaged by the effects of the devastation. However, a large forest remained near the entrance of their original underground city, which would ensure that, in their isolation from the rest of our kind and in the absence of humans and half-elves, they would attune deeply to nature, tapping into the ambient magic of life and the world, which in turn changed and enhanced them. They also came to possess an affinity for the old technologies thought lost, as many of the sons and daughters had been the craftsmen who created those wonders."

Eventually, the imagery shifted to show a new montage, only that this time, he saw a bunch of Elves of Earth standing around a huge lake in a forest clearing, that sparked with the moonlight of the shattered celestial body; their bare forms dancing as their hands glowed, evidently combining their powers for a spell. Before long, the lake glowed in silvery light with a tinge of green, and to Jaune's astonished eyes, the elves over years who meditated adding and drawing power to the lake started to gain animal traits upon their bodies, from tails to wings to cat ears and everything in between, yet they retained their recognizable elfin ears and possessed more than a singular feature from various animals. They came to possess the widest variety of looks setting them distinctly apart from their two cousins.

Then, he saw great artificial caverns carved deep within the earth that made use of all of its space, as windows or whole buildings that were chiseled by magic into the walls and the ceiling of the cavern that hung like marvelous stalactites from the cavern's roof. Air was provided by great runed magical machines, while farms were given their own caves etched with runes of fertility, nurturing, and light to produce bountiful harvests. While separately, great forges within the earth churned out metal tools, unlike the other elves who'd fallen back to stone tools for a time or relied on magic.

Aila watched on, her eyes like a mother seeing a child doing something foolish. "Though their mercantile roots follow them, as they pursue such an unstable and indecisive leadership."

"Indeed, they can no more agree on a course of action than they can agree on a price of a roll of our twilight silk," Tamzi added in amusement.

On the ground Jaune saw what looked like an amphitheater where a deer horned elf in her skimpy clothes was giving an impassioned speech to a crowd in the stands, followed by the attendees casting clay tablets, clearly practicing some form of a republic or democracy.

Jaune's mind wasn't too focused on the humor his attendants found in it, as he'd had been shaken by the whiplash of the sudden tonal shift, from the pinnacle of glory to sudden low of devastation and tragedy each story held.

"Why!? And who the hell are the Two Brothers!" Jaune choked out in his befuddled confusion and directionless shock. What the HELL made these two think something so over the top in collateral damage was in any way reasonable!

"Punishment," Tamzi answered, across from her Aila nodded steelily.

"Punishment?" Jaune echoed, baffled by what could deserve the destruction he'd seen.

Aila cut a figure of a stern mother as she gripped her wrist tightly as she explained. "Yes, the brothers of Creation and Destruction were the creators of humanity; they created much of what wanders the world, animals and the Grimm are molded by their hands. They were foolish children compared to your eminence's kind absence, as they meddled often and in ignorance, crafted false images of themselves in their creations minds of omnipotence rather than your eminence's wise yet fallible nature you showed to us."

Tamzi tutted joining in distaste for the subject matter. "Yes, they were a duo of dullards, failures as parents to instill proper duty into their children, yet gods they were nonetheless. Thus led by a grieving widow, mankind rose up to wage war against their fathers, spitting on filial piety in greed and driven to jealousy of our longevity, to demand the defilement of the gift of mortality. Many of the details are not known to us, but her rage was directed solely at the brothers and she paid proper respect to your eminence."

Both elves looked outraged by the idea of such disregard for a parent, let alone a creator. Their ears angled outwards displaying their outrage, as even if they disliked these brothers, they held more contempt for the abandonment of filial piety.

"Thus as is the duty of a parent when dealing with such defiant and greedy children, humanity was punished by their creators, and their leader was dealt a befitting punishment for her crime of rebellion. But, as the boorish beings they were, they devastated the whole world, showing unforgivable disrespect to your eminence." Aila pronounced with blazing intent before both women knelt in their own fashions.

"As our divine father, should such egregious heresy and disregard of filial piety be committed by any of our people, we ask, no beg, for such punishment to be meted out onto us. As your attendants, we are learned in the gospel and canon we know that as your creations we would accept your Judgment." Aila said, her words earnest in their desire.

Tilting forward Tamzi turn her kneeling into a prostrating kowtow in a sensual motion as she submissively pressed her forehead to the rough concrete of the school's roof. "Of course, the stern hand of a father can avert tragedy by meting out lesser punishments. Pinning an astray daughter down and ravaging her or taking your rightful pleasure using her throat, such punishments or witnessing such reminders of filial duty by your eminence would stir even the most rebellious heart back to your light~" Tamzi purred, making Jaune and Aila blush at the brazenness of the night elf.

A demure clearing of her throat, Aila seized the awkward silence that fell. "I believe this is all we can fit this afternoon, there are still the preparations for unlocking your aura, your eminence." She diverted it away with her matronly voice.

Blinking Jaune looked around and found it was already dusk, time must have flown by as the sun was quickly setting casting the world in an orange hue. "Oh, uh yeah." Jaune numbly said, his mind spinning from what was barely scratching the surface. He had so many more questions swirling in his mind. How had humans returned after that wave of destruction, where had the Faunus come from, what were the cities of Suramar and Ellesmera that also appeared on the map, to name some.

But, there was still the aura wakening ritual ahead, his first step to truly being a Huntsman; a hero. Adding a glance at both women who were still prostrated, Jaune had to add God to the former two as well. As this lesson had hammered in he'd made something more than just some hot women that wanted him, he'd made whole civilizations and now bore responsibility for them.

It certainly gave a whole new meaning to the phrase. "Be careful of what you wish for."