Birds sang in the trees, insects whirred and buzzed and tireless golem tromped through fields, their rumbling steps placed with near mechanical precision. This was the collective, a lazy day spent in relative, lax ease while stone figures moved about in solemn toil; sounds of stone limb and join grinding fading into simple background noise to any resident unimpressive enough to yet master silence charms on their own dwellings. There were no market stalls, no excitable crowds rushing about. What scant few citizens darted here and there, sticking largely to the shadows cast by ancient and overgrown trees, were typically covered in robes or cloaks. Protecting their skin from the harsh light of the sun; preserving their fragile beauty for yet another day.

Though no two buildings looked alike, the eccentricities of the magically inclined never lended themselves to order, it was obvious by tell of ornamentation and size that the largest of them, an enormous spire of stone and wood seamlessly twisted into a towering double helix, belonged to someone of influence. This tower was where the leading mind of The Collective dwelt. This wasn't a position of power and prosperity as most would suspect; but one of tedium and busywork. It was not an elected position, nor one chosen by a tyrant's iron grip; rather the woman currently observing the title claimed the seat because no one else wanted it. Because someone needed to do the paper work and make sure this society of their still functioned around them. She neglected her own studies and research for this duty, and found the benefits of a comfortable home space and dutiful, organic, servants waiting hand and foot were, often, worth the lack of free time to pursue her own curiosities and interests.

Her name was Hecuba, and she was the First Mind of the collective. Currently, well past noon, she dozed in the comfort of  her bed. A great, sprawling mattress piled high with pillows and thick, warm blankets all drawn tight near nest-like around a central figure. An elf. Tall, but not the least bit slender, her broad-hipped and busty form having grown soft and lush after a few years of lazy, bureaucratic life. She slept. Appointments and duties forgotten; her day slowly ticked by as she slumbered. One arm wrapped around the dark-skinned figure resting atop her, face buried in the soft valley of her cleavage.

Soft, red hair rustled as a dark, dozy head rose from her boss' chest. Glancing around the room with sleep-blurred eyes. “Uh-oh?” Slow dawning washed over the girl as she realized that it wasn't morning. It wasn't even early afternoon. They had slept an entire day away! “Oh, Heck! Madam Heck!” Wriggling out from under the older woman's arm, she pushed herself up. Dark hands reaching out to grab at soft cheeks, smushing them together in an attempt to wake her boss. Pulling them back, turning the woman's plump lips into an absurd clown-like grin. Yet the tall, mature elf did not wake. How could she sleep so soundly? With a frustrated huff, she had to resort to desperate measures. Fingers wriggled in the air for a moment; diving forward through the spread mass of untidy brown hair below her. Grasping at the long, pointed ears of Madam Hecuba. Stroking the smooth cartilaginous protrusions with fingers well used to such deft ministrations. “C'mon~ Wake up Madam Heck!” Her voice was a high, frustrated whine. There was important work to do before the day was up!

Hecuba, wisest of the elven mages. First Mind of the Collective. Ancient Magus and Architect of the Arcane. Finally opened her eyes. Cheeks flushed a deep scarlet, her breath escaping her in a warm, gasping rush. Hips twitching upwards, thighs awash with a fresh rush of warm, sticky fluids. Pressing instinctively against the small, perky elf she'd taken to bed. Her assistant, of course. Pale hands pushed up against the smaller elf's chest. Fingers closing around perky, pert breasts for a mere moment before she pushed with the might of eternal elven age. A confused squeal tore from the dark girl's throat as she was thrown, bodily, from the bed. “Maia, I thought I told you to wake me in the morning?! Not...” Pushing herself into a sitting position, her heavy breasts heaving forward. Resting against a plush, soft belly she certainly hadn't had a decade ago. “By the gods, is the sun already setting?” She ran a hand through her dark hair, trying in vain to tidy it up before swinging her legs to the side, kicking them off the huge royal-sized bed.

“Mhm! You did, Madam Heck!” Like an overly enthusiastic jack-in-the-box First Mind's dependable assistant popped back up from the floor, hopping to her feet with unstoppable glee. Busying herself by hurrying over to the bedside table and fetching her boss' glasses. “And I did! You told me to... 'Shut up and put it back in'” Nodding vigorously she held the taller elf's glasses out, beaming widely at the powerful magic user. “Then you tried to suffocate me with your boobs, Madam Heck.”

Well, that certainly did sound like something she would order. And do. “Maia.” She said, taking her glasses from the girl's hands, carefully placing them on the bridge of her nose. Blinking a few times until her vision adjusted and the foggy shapes of the room came once more into focus. Whirling, glittering instruments both alchemical and arcane, a rotating globe carefully devided into hexagonal segments marked with a variety of shapes and colors, and of course her assistant. Short, especially for an elf, with a physique best described as 'bottom heavy' despite her generally trim, compact shape. Dark skin, vivid red hair. There was no way she was pure blooded elf. Hecuba doubted she was even half blooded. She was, however, the most enthusiastic assistant she'd ever been cursed with. Both in work and in bed, no matter how many times she'd milked the girl's lively shaft to climax, she just never seemed to run dry. “Didn't I warn you what would happen next time you called me 'heck'?”

This brought a dark flush of recollection across the girl's cheeks as she glanced downwards, towards the lilting erection between her legs. “Y-yes Madam Heck-cuba!” She corrected herself swiftly in the wake of her boss' narrowing eyes, shrinking under the rigid gaze of the older elf.

“Well, Maia?” Hecuba spread her legs, grimacing as she felt the cooling dampness, a mingled melange of this morning's crude awakening and last night's rather energetic rutting. Thighs slick and glistening with her own fluids, gleaming strings connecting the damp mass of brown hair to plump, thighs. Folds swollen and flush with arousal, parted with lingering desire. Her assistant's seed, thick and creamy-white, drooled lazily from the relaxed opening, no doubt merely the last few spurts the over-excited girl had fired off while pulling out. A faint discomfort in the pit of her stomach told the mage the girl had been dutiful and fulfilling in her services. Perhaps overambitious. “Don't stand there gawping, what did I have to sign off on today?” She glanced up at the small brown elf. She had, indeed, been staring between her legs with unashamed hunger and lust. Her dick once more stiff, throbbing with abject need. As if a single touch would set the poor thing off; and with what Hecuba had come to know of the girl, it very well might. Sighing, she snapped her fingers in front of the glaze-eyed elf. Causing her to jump in surprise. “Do try to focus, Maia. You're making a mess of my carpet.”

With a startled squeal, the bewildered assistant dashed off, vanishing into the mage's office to gather some paperwork. Hecuba herself, meanwhile, merely lounged. Falling back onto her bed with a tired groan. One hand coming up just in time to hold her considerable tits in place, stopping them from bouncing uncomfortably. She heard the girl rustling around before shuffling back. Not bothering to sit up again, she could only hear her assistant now.

“Ah, okay! The humans, they're complaining.” A rustle of papers as the smaller elf flipped through whatever she'd gotten her hands on. “Not enough space? Or  food? I can't read this writing... L-D-Y. Lady? Laddy? Probably Lady; Lady Smell? No, that's an E...Esme?” She sighed, shaking the pages. “This lady says they don't have enough room for expanding families. Since a lot of the new kids are half elves, you gotta do something about them.” Listening to her assistant slowly trundle through these reports at least brought a small, if temporary, smile Hecuba's lips. Lady Esme was a former noble from some human kingdom or another. She'd come here chasing after the idiot that had knocked her up, and soon enough they were swimming in human settlers again. Enough of them, in fact, to make a whole colony. Not a bad idea, frankly. Let the filthy mortals quarantine themselves. She'd put a pin on that thought. With a gesture of her hand she instructed her assistant to continue.

“Oh, The signature's just...” There was a sigh of frustration and dismay from the assistant, a further rustling of paper. “Madam, this one's all burnt! It just says 'MORE GRASS'” Hecuba could practically see, in her mind alone, the confused expression on the assistant's face. “We have plenty of grass? We live in a forest?!” She wasn't wrong. This had come from the goblins. She hated the little monsters, personally. But they were the foremost experts on alchemy, once they stopped setting themselves on fire. Alchemy was useful, it went hand in hand with more practiced forms of magic. They needed it, for The Plan. What the goblins, so eloquently, wanted was materials. Rare plants and herbs. They had their own names for it. Stink-weed, Rat Shroom, Purple Wriggler. She didn't understand them half the time they spoke, but that's what translators were for. She'd leave it to their alchemists to negotiate. Another hand gesture and the girl went on to the final point of order.

“And, uh. The Plan. Madam Heck. Uba.” Sighing, Hecuba pushed herself up onto her elbows to look at her assistant, listening to this. The only important news of the bunch. “It's going smoothly. I think? They say we're progressing right. But who's they? Seriously, Madam. It just says 'they' here.” Hecuba shook her head, sitting up once more and plucking the papers from Maia's hands. Letting them fall to the floor.

“Mmm... Tell the humans to start work on their own farms and housing if ours aren't good enough.” As her assistant nodded, looking around for something to record this order with, she wrapped her arms around the girl's narrow shoulders. Pulling her towards the bed once more. “And the goblins can have their 'grass' – our girls know how to grow it. Tell them to up production, with the humans moving out we can switch some golem over from food to alchemical supplies.” As if expecting a third order, regarding the secret Project of theirs, the dark face looked up at her, bright-eyed and excited as always. “After you finish here, of course.” Confusion set in, and before the girl could look too much like a puppy that had fallen for a fake-out fetch toss, Hecuba began to push down on her shoulders.

Knees obediently bent. Dark hands coming up to rest on soft thighs, grasping at smooth handfuls of warm flesh. “You left a mess, Maia.” She said, her own grip shifting from shoulder to head. Pale fingers running through the soft mop of her assistant's dark red hair. Thinking, not for the first time, that the girl couldn't have come from around here. What elves naturally had hair this red? “Good girls clean up after themselves.” With a gently tug, she felt an eager tongue brush against her hot sex. Lapping happily at their combined mess. Thighs pressed tight around the dark-skinned elf. Eliciting a sharp, shaky gasp from the girl as warm skin caressed sensitive ears. Maia was a good girl. Literal minded and too enthusiastic at times. But a Good Girl. As her back arched, breath drawing in to tense, expectant lungs. Hecuba couldn't help but wonder if her orders would even get out before daybreak. There was an awful lot to clean up.