Chapter 1

"Did it work?"

I heard a voice, breathless with disbelief. 

A woman's voice.

"I can see someone lying there. I can't believe it worked." A different woman's voice this time.

"Oh, heavens! We've done it." Another new feminine voice.

The voices got closer and then I felt the warmth as gentle hands touched my arms.

"She's waking up."

A wave of sensations crashed into me all at once. The cool air against my skin. The hardness of the stone beneath me. An unfamiliar weight on my chest. My fingers twitched and toes twitched, and I sucked in a breath. The light seemed blinding as I rubbed my eyes and slowly forced them open.

Three women stood over me.

Elves.

Tall, ethereal, like something out of a pleasant dream. Their ears tapered into elegant points, their features sharp yet delicate, their eyes looked like emerald and rubies. But what struck me most wasn't their inhuman beauty, it was that they were completely naked.

I sucked in a breath again, my face heating.

Two of them were blondes and one was a redhead.

The redhead knelt beside me and extended her hand. "Can you sit up, my lady?"

I took her hand without thinking, and as she helped me upright, I felt it.

The heaviness.

I looked down.

Breasts.

Soft, full, and real.

My hands trembled as I cupped them, feeling their warmth, their weight. Then, instinctively, I reached for my hair. Long. Silky. A rich shade of purple that cascaded past my shoulders.

My heart pounded. It felt right. I felt right.

But there was something else. A different kind of weight, it was quite familiar.

Slowly, my gaze drifted lower.

Between my legs—

A penis. Fuck! I gasped as I wrapped my fingers around it, it was bigger and thicker than what I previously had.

This was me. This was my body.

And it was perfect.

I was too overwhelmed by the sheer, undeniable rightness of it all.

"The prophecy was true," one of the blonde elves spoke to the other women, evidently in awe. Her voice snapped me out of my thoughts and my face heated up as I realized what I was doing but I didn't feel ashamed.

I swallowed hard, emotions crashing over me in a tidal wave, relief so deep it almost hurt, joy so raw I could barely breathe. I wasn't trapped anymore. I wasn't pretending or wishing. This was real. I was a fucking futanari.

The red-haired elf lowered herself to one knee, her emerald eyes shining with emotion. "You're here," she whispered. "It worked. It truly worked."

The two blondes exchanged smiley glances before the shorter one, who had blue eyes, stepped forward. "We've waited for you for so long," she said gently. "Valarlon has waited for you."

The taller blonde, her green eyes filled with reverence, placed a hand over her heart. "You are our only hope."

I blinked. Hope? Me?

The redhead smiled, sensing my confusion. "I know this must be overwhelming to hear, my lady, but we summoned you here. You are the messiah the world has been waiting for."

I opened my mouth, then closed it again. What could I even say to that? I had just arrived in this world, and already they spoke of prophecies and salvation. But there was something in their eyes, not just belief, but hope. As if my mere presence was a miracle.

"Welcome to Valarlon, my lady," the red-haired elf said warmly.

I swallowed, dazed.

"You seem confused, my lady," the short blue-eyed blonde added gently. "But we'll explain everything. It will all make sense soon." 

The green eyed blonde moved toward a bundle of clothes that were kept in a corner and pulled out a simple dress. "Let's get dressed first."

The blue eyed short elf offered me a hand as I tried to stand up. I took the dress with slightly unsteady hands. The material was soft. I slipped it over my head. The elves dressed as well, pulling on their own clothes.

Only then did I take in my surroundings.

The structure or what was left of it was a ruined temple. White marble pillars, cracked and broken, lay scattered across the floor. Fragments of walls stood here and there, and there was a broken statue of what looked like a goddess. Beneath me, a circle with strange symbols had been drawn into the stone.

They really did summon me here.

But the strangest thing was how they looked at me, not with shock, not with curiosity. It was something else, something I couldn't quite name. There wasn't even the slightest reaction to my exposed body, like seeing my penis was the most normal thing in the world to them.

No awkward glances. No hesitation. Just acceptance.

Once we were clothed, the redhead turned to me again.

"What should we call you, my lady?"

I knew the name I had before. But that wasn't me anymore. That life was over. I didn't want to carry that name into this new life.

A name floated into my thoughts, one I'd once imagined I might take for myself someday.

"…Ayra."

The name left my lips, and I gasped in surprise at my own words.

My voice was softer now. Feminine.

I touched my throat, half in wonder, half in disbelief. A smile spread across my face.

The three elves exchanged satisfied glances.

"Well, Lady Ayra," the short blue-eyed elf said, "we should go. It's not safe to stay here for too long."

"Where are you taking me?" I asked.

"Our home," the redhead answered simply. 

Before I could question further, she handed me a cloak. "Put this on. Keep your hood up."

I nodded and obeyed.

Then, without another word, they led me out of the ruined temple.

We were deep in a forest. In 23 years of life, I'd never set foot in one. Seems like this place was determined to throw a lot of firsts at me. I wondered what else was in store.

After a short trek through the dense undergrowth, we emerged into a small clearing. Three horses stood tied to a tree.

I stopped.

Horses.

I had never ridden one in my life.

The red-haired elf must have noticed my hesitation because she turned to me, lips curving into an amused smile. "First time?"

"Yeah."

She chuckled. "Don't worry. You'll be fine."

With effortless grace, she swung onto one of the horses, then reached a hand down to me.

I took it. And after a fair bit of clumsy scrambling, I managed to pull myself up behind her. Instinct took over, and my arms wrapped around her waist, holding on for balance.

"Hold on tight," she said.

"Thank you," I mumbled.

The two blondes mounted their own horses, and with a sharp whistle, they set off.

The moment we started moving, I tensed, gripping the redhead harder than I probably should have.

She laughed. "Relax, my lady. You're not going to fall."

Easy for her to say.

Still, after a few minutes, I started to adjust. 

We rode through the forest, the towering trees above us. The only sounds were the soft clopping of hooves, the occasional rustle of leaves, and the distant sound of birds or some animal.

Time blurred. Maybe an hour passed, maybe more. Then, up ahead, the trees began to thin.

And that's when I saw a city.

But not like the ones I knew, no towering skyscrapers, no neon lights, no blaring car horns. This was something out of a fantasy book.

Massive stone walls surrounded the settlement, with watchtowers standing at steady intervals. 

The elves rode straight through the open gates, nodding at the guards. No one stopped us. No questions, no hesitation.

Inside, the buildings, made of stone and wood, looked sturdy and well-worn, with ivy creeping up their sides.

"We're here," she said. "Welcome to Terevan City."

The city of Terevan was a sight unlike anything I'd ever seen.

The streets were paved with smooth, dark stone, worn by time and travel. Strange lanterns lined the pathways, shimmering with light not fire, but something else entirely, something more magical. 

I kept my hood up as instructed, though I still caught curious glances from passersby, elegant elves in flowing robes and fitted tunics, merchants calling out their wares, children darting between stalls, their laughter light and musical, like wind chimes. I not only saw elves but there were many different kind of beastkins, some I could recognize and many I couldn't

Yet, something felt… off. Unlike the elves who had summoned me, the people here had a slight, hollow look about them, as if something was wrong. There was a sense of unease in the whole atmosphere.

The blue-eyed blonde riding beside me leaned in slightly. "It's best if we don't linger. The city is… uneasy these days."

I didn't ask why. I figured they'd explain later.

We rode in silence the rest of the way, stopping in front of a large house near the outskirts. This one was two stories tall, built of white stone and dark wood, with flowering vines curling along its walls. 

"This is our home," the redhead announced as she dismounted with effortless grace. "Come inside, my lady."

I slid off the horse with much less grace, nearly stumbling before she caught my arm. "You'll get used to it."

I uttered an embarrassed thanks as the green-eyed blonde opened the door and gestured for me to enter.

The house was quite inviting, though minimal in decoration and furniture. It had an elegance about it.

"Would you like to take a bath?" the redhead asked.

"Yes," I said without hesitation. 

She nodded and led me down the hall while the green-eyed blonde called after us, "We'll have dinner ready when you're done. We'll all eat together."

A bath and a warm meal. After everything that had happened today, I wasn't sure which one I needed more.

The elves had a separate chamber dedicated to bathing, with a sunken tub large enough to stretch out in. A small wooden tray beside the tub held an assortment of soaps, neatly arranged within easy reach.

The redhead left me alone, closing the door behind her.

Without hesitation, I slid the dress off my body and stepped into the water.

As I sank in, the heat seeped into my bones, relaxing every part of me. I lay there for a while and eventually, I reached for the soap, running the smooth bar over my skin, lathering and rinsing.

Once I was done, I stepped out, grabbing a towel and drying myself off.

As I ran the fabric over my arms, my gaze landed on a full-length mirror in the corner of the room.

A smile tugged at my lips.

I giggled softly, stepping in front of it, finally seeing myself properly for the first time.

Standing naked before a full-length mirror, I was… breathtaking. I was gorgeous. My body was feminine, full, curvy, soft in ways I had only ever dreamed of. My breasts were round and heavy, tipped with pink nipples. My waist dipped gracefully into wide, shapely hips, and my skin was flawless, smooth and unblemished. My hair was a cascading waterfall of purple, shimmering even in the dim light, and my eyes, also purple, gleamed like polished amethysts.

I turned, my gaze trailing down my back to the curve of my ass.

Fuck….

I had a perfect, plump ass.

My stomach fluttered with a pleasant feeling. I wasn't just beautiful, I was a lot more than what I had always longed to be.

And then, I felt the familiar stirring between my legs.

My body responded to my own nudity, and before I even fully registered it, my cock hardened, standing proudly between my thighs. It was both familiar and foreign. But it felt right, so incredibly right.

I reached down and touched my cock for the first time. Veins protruded from the sides of the shaft, thick purplish trails raising the skin. I pulled the foreskin back from the tip, lowering it until my sensitive red tip was exposed. The tip was a little softer than the rest, and a little wider as well. I brushed my thumb against my tip and gasped out of pleasure. 

Then I reached down and cupped my balls. I sighed as the pleasure started taking over my mind but I decided that this was not the right time to indulge in some self pleasure. The elves were waiting for me.

Eventually, I dressed. The elves had left out clothes for me, soft shirts and trousers, undergarments that fit me perfectly, including a lacy bra that cradled my breasts in a way that made my heart flutter, gosh it felt so good. But it was the lace panties that made me pause. Slipping them on, feeling the snug fit around my cock and balls, was… amazing..

By the time I returned to the living room, the elves were already waiting, drinking some wine.

"You look beautiful," the short elf said with an approving nod. "Those are Ravenna's clothes." She gestured toward the crimson-haired elf. "I hope you don't mind wearing them for now. We'll go out later and find something that fits you properly."

I ran my hands over the soft fabric and smiled. "Thank you. These are really comfortable."

Then, a thought struck me. "I just realized… I never asked your names."

Ravenna chuckled, her voice rich with amusement. "You were a bit distracted."

They led me to the table, where they poured me a glass of deep red wine, its scent warm and spiced.

"I'm Ravenna," The redhead said. "The one who led the ritual to summon you."

"I'm Evie," the green-eyed elf added with a gentle smile. She seemed more quiet and reserved than the other two.

"And I'm Vae!" the blue-eyed elf chimed in, her voice full of energy. "It's an honor to meet you, Lady Ayra."

I nodded, finally taking the time to look at them properly.

I nodded, really taking them in now. Ravenna had this sensuality in her demeanor that just drew you in, and let's be real, she was seriously sexy. Everything about her just dripped with sensuality. Her body was a lot like mine, with those big breasts that grabbed my attention every time I glanced her way, and her hips were just as mesmerizing as everything else about her.

Evie was a total sweetheart, gentle and a bit shy, but definitely smart too. She was leaner than Ravenna, had perky little breasts, but a seriously toned body.

Vae was the youngest of the trio, full of energy and curiosity, her excitement just radiating all around. She was slim like Evie, but those wider hips had me struggling to look away, trying not to come off as a total pervert.

My gaze flickered between them before I remembered something else. "Earlier, you mentioned waiting for me… for a long time?"

Ravenna's expression sobered. "We should show you."

She led me into a study. Its walls were lined with shelves filled with ancient books, worn scrolls, and maps that looked as if they had been unrolled and studied a thousand times. 

On the central table, several pages were spread out, filled with symbols and markings in a language I recognized… yet had never seen before.

My eyes traced the words.

"The Messiah shall be summoned… neither man nor woman, but both…"

Vae reached for an aged parchment, handling it with care as if it might crumble at the slightest rough touch. She slid it across the table toward me.

"This is the oldest surviving version of the prophecy," she said. "We believe this was the original text, before it spread across the world and fractured into different variations."

She gestured toward the notes and translations scattered around us. "It wasn't preserved as a single document, it's over two, maybe three thousand years old. We had to piece it together from fragments, buried in old books, commentaries, religious texts, and forgotten scrolls. The summoning spell itself was just as difficult to reconstruct."

She exhaled, tapping a finger lightly against the parchment. "We believe we've gathered everything that still exists. If there's more… it's been lost to time. And it may never be found again."

My eyes scanned the script.

When the last flame of humankind is extinguished, the world shall cry out for salvation. From beyond the veil, the Messiah shall be summoned, bearing the visage of a maiden yet the seed of creation. Neither man nor woman, but the union of both. Through her essence, the lost mana shall flow, and the races shall be restored. The Messiah, not of this world but chosen by fate, shall walk among the forsaken, and from their union, new life shall spring forth, binding the world anew.

I exhaled slowly, absorbing the meaning of the words. They spoke of me. Of what I had become.

Evie nodded. "We spent years searching for the means to bring you here. We tested countless spells, many failed. But at last, we found the right one."

Ravenna stepped closer, her emerald gaze locking onto mine. "Lady Ayra, you fulfill every requirement the prophecy speaks of."

I barely had a moment to process before I noticed their gazes flicker downward, toward my crotch. Warmth rushed to my face.

"You are a woman," Ravenna continued, "but you also possess what men do."

A blush crept up my neck as she reached for my hand, cradling it between her own. "There's more verses that speak in detail about Messiah's hair and eyes, purple as twilight." Her thumb traced gentle circles against my palm. "Every sign points to you."

Then, with the same reverence one might show royalty, she lifted my hand and pressed her lips to the back of it.

A shiver ran through me. No one had ever looked at me like this before. No one had ever made me feel important before.

I let out a breathy laugh, overwhelmed but strangely amused. "Wow." I ran a hand through my hair. "I've never felt this special in my entire life."

The three of them smiled, their admiration visible, but I had too many questions to get lost in the moment.

Ravenna gestured toward the doorway. "Come. Let's have dinner. We have much to discuss."

We moved to the living area, settling into chairs as dinner was laid out before us. Freshly baked bread, roasted vegetables, and a fragrant stew that made my mouth water.

The moment I sat down, I grabbed a piece of bread and took a huge bite, only realizing after how truly starving I was. I didn't even try to pace myself, tearing through my food with little grace.

Across from me, Vae giggled as she took a bite of her own meal, watching me with amusement. "You must have been starving."

I barely managed to swallow before replying. "I don't think I've ever been this hungry in my life."

Evie, poured me a goblet of water before taking a sip of her own. "Magic takes its toll," she added. "The summoning drained you more than you realize."

I nodded absently, still too focused on eating to fully process her words. The elves ate as well, though with far more patience and elegance than me.

I took a sip before speaking. "It's going to take me a while to process all of this. I never imagined I'd… become someone important."

Evie leaned forward slightly. "Take all the time you need, my lady." There was a gentle patience in her voice. "Though, if I may… I do have a question."

"Go ahead," I said, intrigued by her shyness.

"The prophecy says you come from another world. Is that true?"

I considered her for a second, then nodded. The soul guide hadn't forbidden me from speaking of my origins, and the prophecy already hinted at me being an outsider. "Yes, Evie. It's true. I'm not from Valarlon. My world is called Earth."

Her emerald eyes widened. Even Vae and Ravenna listened more intently now.

"It's very different from this world," I continued. "No magic. No elves, no orcs, no other races. Only humans."

At that, my thoughts drifted to something I had noticed earlier, the distinct lack of human presence in the city. I frowned. "Speaking of humans… I didn't see any when we arrived in town. The prophecy spoke about the 'last flame of humankind being extinguished.'" I met Ravenna's gaze. "What does that mean?"

Ravenna's expression turned solemn. "The reason you saw no humans…" She paused, exhaling softly before finishing, "...is because they are all dead. You are the sole human left in Valarlon and now you are going to bring the humans back."

"Fuck," I breathed, leaning back in my chair. Now it made sense why they asked me to cover myself while we rode through the city.

The last human.

I wasn't just some prophesied figure.

I was humanity's new beginning.