After that embarrassing scene, the chief left. And we were told to follow his for introductions to the hall.
The chiefly hall was built from the same dark timber as the guest room, but on a grander scale.
Thick beams crossed overhead like the ribs of some ancient beast, supporting a high, slanted roof that let thin shafts of sunlight pierce through gaps in the thatch.
The floor was packed earth covered with woven rush mats dyed in deep blacks and forest greens. A long central fire pit smoldered, sending thin curls of smoke upward to escape through a hole in the roof.
Around the pit sat low benches carved from single logs, cushioned with furs. The walls were hung with trophies—polished obsidian blades, strings of carved bone beads, pelts of massive predators—and tapestries showing moonlit hunts under starry skies.
Dark elves lounged on the benches or stood in loose clusters—tall, silver-haired, blue-eyed, skin ranging from warm brown to deep charcoal.
Their clothing was minimal and practical: cropped tops that left midriffs bare, short skirts or loincloths that ended high on the thigh, leather straps crisscrossing chests and hips. No one carried weapons inside the hall; every blade and axe hung on the walls or rested against posts.
The chief sat at the head of the fire pit on a raised platform of stacked logs draped with black wolf pelts.
He was enormous—broad shoulders, thick arms corded with muscle, dark skin gleaming under the firelight.
Long emerald earrings dangled from pointed ears, catching every flicker. His black hair was braided with obsidian beads and feathers; a heavy necklace of carved bone and polished black stone rested against his chest.
Below that, fur-trimmed pants clung to powerful thighs, the waistband studded with silver fangs.
He rose as we entered—towering, imposing, voice like distant thunder.
"I am Suwaira, the leader of the dark elves of Obsidian Hollow."
He gestured to the four women standing beside him. "And these are my daughters."
The first one was Milo; she was short, petite, and barely reaching my chest. Big green eyes peered up at me from under short silver bangs.
Her small breasts were barely outlined beneath a cropped leather top that left her flat stomach exposed; a tiny skirt of dark fabric clung to narrow hips. She fidgeted with her fingers, her cheeks pink, looking every inch the adorable younger sister.
The next one was Zora; she was taller than Milo but still delicate, her moderate breasts straining against a thin wrap that tied behind her neck.
Silver eyes sparkled with confidence; she smiled wide, showing perfect white teeth. Her skirt was also scandalously short, riding high on toned thighs, flashing her undies every time she shifted weight.
Then there was Hera; the one who wasn't cute at all. Extremely beautiful, yes—sharp features, and high cheekbones, with full lips—but she was hardened.
Scars crossed her cheek and collarbone; her body was toned, muscular, arms defined from years of training.
She likewise wore a revealing outfit designed for movement: a halter top of dark leather that left her midriff and sides bare, shorts that hugged her powerful thighs and ass, leaving long legs exposed. But there was no softness in her gaze, only cold assessment.
And finally Sora—silver hair loose, blue eyes bright. Same tiny top and skirt from earlier, breasts heaving slightly with every breath, thighs still faintly glistening from the walk.
She smiled sweetly, as if we hadn't spent the last few hours defiling each other in the wasteland.
"Ah, thank you very much for your hospitality," I said to the chief, bowing politely. "I am Shirogane Yanen. And this person here is my… partner, Eirene."
Eirene's glare could have melted stone.
[Please, forgive me! I can't tell them you're a spirit!] I thought desperately.
"Hmph." Suwaira huffed, crossing his massive arms. "You seem rather decent, for a man who inseminated my second daughter on a whim."
"Hyaaaah!" My stomach dropped.
How did he know?!
One glance at Sora—blushing furiously, biting her lip, thighs pressing together—answered that question.
The chief's emerald eyes narrowed.
"How come you speak our tongue so fluently?"
Ah, of course. It was weird I understood them so clearly. So I cleared my throat.
"It's… a divine ability."
"Oh?" Suwaira leaned forward. "So you are… a hero?"
"That's what I also think," I said, rubbing the back of my neck, "but it's beginning to look like I'm an AV star."
"What is this AV star you speak of?"
"You're better off not knowing," I shrugged helplessly. "so never mind. Anyway… your martial arts look impressive. When I was coming here, I saw some the way your brethren moved; so fluid and sturdy… I'd love to learn more."
Suwaira studied me for a long moment.
"You're peculiar, Master Shirogane—"
"Just call me Yanen."
"—most men would sooner ask for our best women to sleep with."
"Really?" I blinked. "Then most men in this world are perverts."
"Oh?" The chief's lips twitched. "But you yourself attempted to breed my own daughter?"
"I never denied not being one of the perverts," I admitted, "but I'm an accidental one."
Suwaira laughed—a deep, rolling sound that shook his shoulders.
"Honest. I like that."
He gestured to his daughters.
"Welcome them properly."
Milo stepped forward first, hands clasped in front of her, her cheeks pink.
"Welcome to Obsidian Hollow."
Her voice was soft, shy—big green eyes peeking up through silver bangs. The cropped top shifted with her nervous breathing, small breasts rising and falling, stomach flat and smooth.
Zora followed, confident stride making her moderate breasts bounce lightly under the thin wrap. She smiled wide—playful, teasing.
"I hope you enjoy your stay."
Her skirt rode up as she shifted hip to hip, flashing toned thighs and the barest hint of black lace.
Sora went next—sweet smile, as if we hadn't fucked like animals in the dirt an hour ago.
"You're welcome to sleep in my room and sit on me if you want."
No, thank you!
And she said it with perfect innocence, her blue eyes sparkling, and her tiny top straining against her heavy breasts. I felt my dick twitch!
Hera stepped forward last. But there was no smile, only that cold stare.
"If I find you degrading the decency of Obsidian Hollow in perversion, I'll cut off your genitals and feed them to the beasts."
Eh?
I stared. "What decency?! Obsidian Hollow is a walking porn movie waiting to be shot!"
The hall went silent.
Then Suwaira laughed again—louder this time.