Object Of Unseen Desires

Helteiel was a master of trickery and deceit. Talent in such areas was of great importance for an invisibility cultivator like him... Especially since Underwood Elves did not rely on brute strength at all. If anything, they actually had a hard time building up muscles. They were better built to be lithe, agile, flexible, and swift.

Coupled with their innate expertise and attraction toward invisibility cultivation–And invisibility in general–It was only natural that they were designed by nature to be stealthy... Built to strike not especially hard, but precisely or at the right time to achieve their goal.

Craftiness and being able to conceal their true intentions, as well as thoughts, were primordial for their lives as modest hunter-gatherers. They truly needed to make full use of their natural capabilities to be able to live properly.

As a village chief, Helteiel naturally needed to lead by example, so he had thus been the greatest hunter and cultivator for a long time.

Underwood Elves were not quite as long-lived as the elves people most heard about, but they still lived naturally for a long while without requiring any resources or specific cultivation methods.

Most of all, they retained their youth.

Despite not being the physically strongest elf around, his position had never been questioned... For he had maintained his capabilities to the best degree.

To put it in simple terms, Helteiel was an incredible village chief. So, although his strength might appear laughable to those outside Eltysia, it did not matter. For the Underwood Elves, only what happened within the realm mattered anyway.

Despite his impressive skills–Which even the other chiefs praised him for–His mask of deceit was beginning to crack under Edrick’s attentive and scrutinising glare. Anoteros had not thought much when the elf had first asked him to remain for a little while longer.

The idea of staying within the village and engaging in the culture was a good idea that helped him further understand how Underwood Elves operated, thought, and lived. Experience would be very important when it came to dealing with the other villages.

However, even in the face of a master spinster of lies, it did not take too long for the human to realise that something was off about Helteiel. It was subtle, but he could tell that the chief had another motive for making these proposals.

The smallest–Shortest–Of glances were noticed, and Helteiel’s further insistence for Edrick to stay was odd. If Anoteros was honest, he had noticed something about Underwood Elves after living amongst them for what had been two weeks by now.

...Something Daklaiel couldn’t have told him. It was something Anoteros had to witness and experience himself.

Namely–To put it in crude terms–That Underwood Elves were quite horny for him.

The scion had needed to check to be sure, but for some reason, both men and women seemed to eventually start showing signs of sexual attraction for him. Actually, the men seemed the most guilty of it for some reason.

Back during his first visit to the realm, he had noticed that Daklaiel was quite jealous of the ‘attention’ his master was giving to some female disciples. At that time, Anoteros had thought that it was merely a manifestation of the servant crest’s effects, as it wasn’t solely impacting the elf but also human servants from the other sects.

As it turns out, the naturally smooth-skinned, soft-featured Underwood Elves were prone to developing an attraction for masculine men. And as much as Edrick would be proud to claim that it was purely him, it felt more like they were drawn to his virility first and foremost.

It was something they somewhat lacked overall, and also something Edrick just so happened to share with the Red Guardian they liked so much… Both males and females enjoyed the looks of the Red Guardian, but due to his significance within the realm, it was considered inappropriate to lust after him or make any advances.

With Anoteros, though… There was no such taboo. Due to this, the elves seemed overtaken by strong feelings of arousal after getting to know him better and truly seeing for themselves that he wasn’t like the humans who would come to slaughter them.

In such an environment, Helteiel’s incredibly good facade actually did the opposite of what he intended. By masking his craving for the noble, he actually made himself stand out amongst the rest, which only made him more suspicious for constantly finding ways to keep Edrick around.

Anoteros did not mind. He quite enjoyed basking in the attention of the elves. But eventually, it seemed like Helteiel couldn’t take it anymore and decided to make an offer: Go on a hunting trip with just the two of them–For the village chief to make Edrick go through the hunter initiation and thus accept Edrick as an honorary Underwood Elf and member of the village.

The proposal was quite good in itself and definitely meant a lot to the people here. Anoteros and Helteiel were bid goodbye by the entire village, and the chief was given a little good luck blessing by his wife, Emeyla.

Helteiel made sure to take Edrick to a hunting spot that was ‘coincidentally’ remote and far away from any Underwood. They spent the day hunting as the chief demonstrated the ancestral techniques of the Underwood Elves, and of his village in particular.

He even started explaining the intricacies of invisibility cultivation, and how they had managed to develop so greatly upon this rather specific and niche variation of cultivation due to really only having innate talent within this particular branch.

The mask slowly decayed over the day, though… If Edrick had not been aware before, then he would have been now. Helteiel was getting a little bit too excited about the prospect of being all alone with Edrick in the middle of the forest…

Well, they weren’t truly alone. Oswulf and Ansbach were here, but bestial companions did not count in the eyes of the elf.

When night fell, they settled in a small clearing. The elf was awfully careful and strong-armed about securing the surroundings, ensuring that there would be no disturbances. He even claimed to have been ‘forgetful’, and only taken one tent that they would have to share, before proceeding to take off an unnecessary amount of clothes just prior to going into the rather large tent and pressing his shoulder against the human’s arm.

Helteiel was truly throwing subtlety out of the window now. He wanted it badly. Anoteros could spot a peak upon the chief’s crotch.

The elf was nervous. He had never felt like this before, and what he was doing was not right. He had a wife whom he loved dearly, and yet, he was currently hoping that a masculine, virile human man would take a step forward and give him the same treatment he had given Daklaiel.

‘W-Will I have to try and make the first move…? What if he refuses…? This could-’ his train of thought was interrupted as Edrick casually lit up the crude lantern that sat on the opposite end of the tent, behind where they rested their heads… And promptly pulled out his flaccid man-tool.

“E-E-Edrick?”

“Isn't this what you were hoping for? Go ahead and touch it. Tell me what it feels like” without any discomfort, Edrick spoke like this was a mundane situation to him.

Compared to Helteiel, he sounded prepared and in control. This made the elf shudder. His blushing face was impossible to see due to the bluish-dark skin, but it was there in full force as he rose from a lying position to his knees, excitedly and nervously reaching out for the human club.

“Oh! It’s so warm…”

It shouldn’t have been so surprising. He had male equipment as well... But Edrick’s felt much hotter than his own…

“A-Ah…” Helteiel breathed heavily as he grabbed and lifted the reproductive dragon.

It was even heavier than he had imagined, and in his hands, it felt much larger than it had from just looking. Curious, he reached for the pouch as well. The elixir tanks were also heavier than he had thought.

“It… It feels so powerful…” he muttered in a daze.

“Mmh… Start stroking it”

The human groaned slightly like a beast, his fifth limb twitching slightly.

Unlike Daklaiel, Helteiel was actually what Edrick would consider a natural twink. He did not feel the need to use the liquid within his ring for the chief. The man was strong, but his features were soft, and his masculine attributes were far from prominent.

He was just the right sort of twink that could pass as both masculine and feminine. But of course, submissive and obedient to another man’s commands... There wasn’t much trace of masculinity to be seen right now.

...Only a twinkish elf with a nice round butt, a soft, lithe body, and yet hands that had clearly seen much hunting and labour. The discrepancy between the chief’s looks and behaviour compared to the roughness of his palms was delightful.

‘Talk about establishing good relationships with the locals… Heheh…’

Anoteros smirked. Another good thing about this encounter was that Helteiel was not marked by a servant crest. As such, this encounter did not need to abide by certain rules Edrick had established for himself…

The village chief would truly love the night.