The excitement of my matrons at my return was palpable as we were drawn inside. Heilantu checked everyone over for injuries, as Diamiutar began coordinating to get dinner prepared. Lymarith pulled Narusil aside to make sure she was doing okay, and nothing had happened to endanger her pregnancy.
There were two new faces working among my matrons. Maidens for the household I wagered a guess.
The first was a maiden with honey golden hair and light brown eyes, probably the shortest of my household, which was saying something, since at least six of the she-elves who had joined me were under 5 feet tall. This maiden was probably 4′ 4″ at the tallest, but her lithe body was proportioned right and she didn’t seem off or anything, just short. Her delicate elven ears were thin and long, but unlike many elves with such long ears, hers stood more out from her head, drawing attention to her exotic (to me) appearance. She was hurrying about helping stow all the gifts we were receiving and I wondered how she could reach until she took one of the gifted plants, carried it to where a curling branch of wood among the ceiling beams would hold it and clasped the amulet around her neck, making the pot rise from her hands and float into place, with the cords that were locked under a ridge looping over the anchor branch to hold it in place.
The maidens of the household had a different dress than the gown of my matrons. Their dress had long sleeves that opened just before the wrist to a slight fanning of the sleeve. The collar was open, barely covering the far edges of the shoulder, leaving the collarbone completely exposed. The neckline was low, cutting across the tops of the breasts to where a goodly portion of the she-elf’s sparse cleavage was shown. The back was also cut lower, sweeping across the tops of the shoulder blades to leave the flawless skin exposed of the neck and shoulders. The torso and waist were tailored to fit snugly, but not so tight as to impede movement, and the flowing skirts came down to the maiden’s ankles, light and smooth, showing the legs pressing into them as the maiden walked, but maintaining modesty all the same.
Lymarith saw me notice her and brought the she-elf over to introduce her.
“Master, this is Valentrine. She is among the first to be granted to our house as a maiden to serve, learn and perhaps win your favor.” Lymarith beamed.
Valentrine gave demure curtsy, “It is my pleasure.”
I vaguely remembered her from the first… what had they called it… the first congress of maidens. If I recalled correctly, she had worn a flowery blue and yellow dress. If I hadn’t been so focused on following the call of destiny that had led me to Narusil, I would definitely have given her a second look. I had yet to find an unattractive elf, but the way her cheeks made her face seem to always smile and the cute way she met my gaze through her lashes as her fine, angular chin made glancing at her chest nearly impossible was highly appealing.
“I’m sure you two will have many opportunities to get to know one another.” Lumarith chuckled, “Thank you, Val, you may return to your work.”
The petite elf bobbed in another curtsy, then hurried away to put some of the other tributes, these one some of the cloth ones, into their new home.
Lymarith pulled me down to whisper in my ear.
“Diamiutar will take at least half an hour to prepare your meal, Master. It may be presumptuous of me, but Heilantu has awaited your return with baited breath. You could easily take her into the kitchen to meet her maiden, then take her to your bed chambers. She aches to receive what the rest of us already have.” Lymarith breathed into my ear.
My gaze involuntarily went to my honey haired matron, and the last of my matrons to remain a virgin. It was true. She had been neglected. She wanted no distractions for when we made love and had assured me she could wait until I returned. Well, I was returned, and I hadn’t done anything with any of my matrons for nearly two whole days.
Thinking about it, that seemed like a waste. Hadn’t the point of having so many matrons been that I would be having sex multiple times a day? The elves wanted me impregnating as many matrons as possible, but….
I’d figure that out later.
I kissed Lymarith gently, “I think I’ll do just that.”
I walked up behind the occupied matron, and took the box from her hands and set it down.
“I understand you have a maiden to introduce me too.” I whispered in her ear, “Then I have a matter of a debt I owe you to discuss in my bedroom.”
Heilantu let out a deep breath and leaned back into me, then pulled away, turning to me with a blush in her cheeks.
“If that is my master’s will, I would not object.” She coyly purred. “Come, Sarvourn is in the kitchen.”
Diamiutar was with the second new maiden in the kitchen.
Sarvourn was an elf with the maturity of one of the older members of my household, though not old by elven standards by any means. She had dark brown hair, with piercing dark green eyes, with the shortest ears among my household, reminding me more of what you’d expect from hollywood. Sarvourn had an almost mischievous look about her, though her smile hid it when she greeted me.
“Sarvourn and I have known each other for years, and while I may be more apt at healing, her skills in brewing potions far outstrips my own, and with a little guidance from Diamiutar, she will be an asset in the kitchen as well.”
Sarvourn bowed, “I have heard of your exploits, Master Thomas, and am honored to have been offered this position. If there is anything you desire, please let me know.”
Her tone, the way her leg pressed into her skirts, and the slight roll of her shoulders to make the dress pull away and almost expose her entire breasts told me that had I not been specifically advised against it, she might not be opposed to taking a trip to my bed chambers herself before she was bonded. Tempting as that might be, I had already decided it was best to play by the rules here. Besides, I could feel that Heilantu was already excited to take care of those needs herself.
“Sarvourn…” Heilantu scolded disapprovingly, “… you KNOW better. Behave. Or your time in the household may be cut short.”
Sarvourn assumed a more appropriate stance and her cheeks reddened.
“Our master is not to be toyed with, and you know as well as the rest of us the terms under which you may offer yourself to him.” Diamiutar agreed sternly. “We will not be angering the Gods in that way in this house.”
“My apologies, it won’t happen again.” Sarvourn assured the two matrons.
“I wasn’t offended. No harm done.” I assured the elves.
“We’ll leave you two to your work.” Heilantu informed the two and she took my hand, leading me into the hall, then back to the bedrooms, away from the rest of the household.
I could see the blush rising in her cheeks as she led me to the bedroom. She had been thinking about this for the entire time I’d been gone.
She led me into the bedroom, closed the door, then turned and wrapped her arms gently around my neck, drawing me into a kiss.
Her lips were soft and soothing, and her kiss gentle and alluring. One of her hands slid down my cheek to release the clasp of my cloak and she began to relieve me of my gear, piece by piece. My weapons leaned against the wall by the door, my clothes cast aside, to where I couldn’t care less as my arms wrapped around the soft inviting body of my matron, releasing only to allow her to remove articles of my clothing, then her own.
I knew elven hands could move far faster than this, should they want to. Heilantu was savoring every moment, her breathing slow and as purposeful as her hands.
Finally, both fully relieved of our clothes, Heilantu guided me to the bed.
Heilantu had purpose and desire in her actions, she knew exactly what she wanted and how she wanted it to happen. It was incredibly hot and almost hypnotic the way she guided me, so I allowed her to take the lead.
Though weighing less than half what I did, she lowered me to the bed, her lips never leaving mine and the small mounds of her breasts pressing into my chest. The erect buds of her nipples like beacons as they rubbed against my chest, drawing my mind to her sexy body as my erection reached full hardness.
Finally, the kiss broke.
“Forgive me master, but I’ve dreamed of this moment as long as I can remember.” Heilantu breathed, her arousal making her breath come quickly. Whatever control she had on her emotions to restrict how much I felt of them failed as she declared, “While far more endowed than I ever dreamed my master would be blessed to be, please allow me to try my best to please you how I have prepared all my life too.”
Her hand caressed the rod between my legs, and her legs wrapped around my leg nearest her, her breasts still pressed against me. Her need and desire both to please me and to feel my sperm deep inside her were almost unbearable through our bond. I realized she was anticipating an answer, as she gazed up at me, her hand lightly rubbing my manhood.