No one will ever know what she was going to say because I rose and grabbed the collar of her dress and hauled her bodily from her chair.
“What are you doing!?” She screamed as her feet struggled to find purchase as I dragged her to the door. “Don’t you know who I am?! You can’t-”
I opened the door and threw her out. Like a cat, she twisted and landed on her hands and feet.
“You are no longer welcome in my home.” I informed her.
“I am on the Council of Elders! We gave you that home and we can take it away!” Oliphinar screamed, red-faced with humiliation.
“Your behavior has not been becoming for one to fill that position.” Gledril replied, apparently having caught the jist of what had happened. “I will be filing a request for censure, if not expulsion, for this.”
“You can’t DO that!” Oliphinar screamed, “I am fourth most senior of the Elder Matrons. I command the respect-”
I slammed the door.
I turned to Gledril, “I’m sorry, if I let her carry on any further, I might have done something I’d regret.”
Gledril raised a brow, “And you don’t think bodily ejecting an Elder from your home will qualify?”
I shrugged, “I’d regret letting a Karen like that walk over a member of my house more.”
Gledril sighed, “Well, I have some thinking to do and now Quarintor and I have to return to the Council before Oliphinar has time to try and establish a defense for her actions. Come along, Oliphinar.”
“Oh…” murmured Oliphinar, “This is the worst part of being an Elder…”
The two made their exit and left a rather stunned group of elves in my sitting room.
“… You didn’t have to do that for me.” Amura breathed, barely more than a whisper. “I’m not worth it.”
“Absolute bullshit.” I retorted, “I value each and every one of you and I’m not about to let anyone talk shit about any of you.”
“Making enemies on the Council is a questionable decision,” Heilantu cautioned.
I shrugged, “I’ve made enemies in Leadership before. It may have delayed a few promotions but I’d rather stick to my guns… er, principles, and ruffle a few feathers.”
There were some blank stares from my elven family.
“How can you say so many words and make so little sense?” Creadean finally asked.
“I think I understood what he meant,” Diamiutar cautiously declared. “And I admire one who would put virtue and valor above acknowledgement and accolades.”
I could tell the levels of enthusiasm for Amura’s inclusion into our family varied wildly, from Lymarith’s innocent acceptance to Heilantu who seemed to take some issue with the Shadow Elf’s presence. I seriously hoped that she wasn’t as bad as the Elder I’d just thrown out my front door, but it wasn’t surprising that a member of an enemy group, so easily recognizable, would elicit some hostility.
Luckily, any hostility she felt, she kept it to herself. All the insight my bond gave was that she was unhappy about Amura and the whole situation, which wasn’t far from her face.
Whatever reservations the rest of my house felt, they spoke kindly and gently to her. And Tavorwen and Narusil even made efforts to befriend her alongside Lymarith.
An idea was beginning to form in my head, I’d have to think it out more before suggesting it to anyone. Instead I just started looking for a reason it would be a bad idea. It seemed solid, but there were bits and pieces that didn’t make sense.
I wrestled with it the rest of the day.
The next day started with similar activities, minus the part where Amura contemplated killing me and we had to go have a chat with the Gods. Anbethir joined Flendreir and me for the morning swordwork. Flendreir tried to spare my pride, but it was evident I wasn’t progressing nearly as fast as they wanted or as fast as I’d hoped. Then after breakfast, Narusil and I went over to the Academy again and I kept trying to really hone in my spell. Narusil had a hard time finding things to complement, especially since the times I slipped I ended up destroying targets.
Part of me said it shouldn’t be a problem, the point of the spells was to cause destruction. But as I well knew, destruction had to be managed or it would eventually bite the hand that wielded it. Wanton destruction was never good. Destruction needed to be honed, like a razor, or it would eventually go out of control.
Finally, I returned home. Lunch and a bath left me feeling much better.
It was nice getting out of the bath, but I realized I didn’t have any clothes in the room, except my sweaty old threads. Luckily, the bathing room was just down from my room. I walked down the hall to my bedroom, a towel wrapped my waist. My wet hair was getting in my eyes, and I flipped it out of my face, I needed to get it cut.
“Mmmmmm….” A voice hummed behind me, and a pair of fine elven hands slid over my back and around my chest. A bloom of arousal blew through my bond.
“Oh…” I breathed.
Before I could even figure out who was groping me, I was pushed through my door and quickly onto my bed. My towel was gone and Tavorwen mounted me. I could feel the sexual hunger deep inside her.
“Master, I need you… and now.” She purred, her lips brushing my cheek.
Oh, fuck. This was hot. One perk of the bond was that I could FEEL exactly how much she wanted me, needed me. There was no doubt in either of us of how much the other wanted this. I drew her down and kissed her. Her hands began to just explore and caress every inch of my naked body. My tongue slid into her mouth and began to caress her tongue, she gave a surprised sound, then joined in. I could feel as she began shedding her clothes as quickly as she could. The kiss broke for a second so her shirt could join the growing pile on the floor.
I was loving the attention and just how completely I felt wanted. My hands found her breasts and began to enjoy the soft, supple flesh and teasing her hard erect nipples. Pleasure bloomed, reverberating through our bond. I could feel how much she liked what I was doing to her breasts, and could really use that to zone in on what felt the absolute best, based on how much pleasure each action brought.
“Where has this been all week?” I groaned as her hand found my very excited cock and began to massage it and appreciate the organ.
“I’m sorry, Master,” Taverwen moaned, “I was already full of you and now I need more.”
She guided my cock to her entrance and sunk slowly down my length. “Oh by all Five Heavens. I love how that feels.”
It felt amazing. Her pussy was so tight and wet. I felt her flex and tighten even further as her sexy depths literally massaged my rod. My brain seemed to almost short circuit with how great her pussy felt. She sat up, giving me a great view of her sexy body. She began to roll her hips forward and back, pushing her vagina down as far as possible. It forced me so deep inside her I could feel the sexiness of her cervix against my head. Then sliding back so a few inches could come out and then she was back down in. I looked up smiling as her breasts swayed and she rocked on me.
“Fuck, that’s so good.” I groaned.
I could feel her adjusting as my pleasure gave her the same feedback I’d gotten from playing from her breasts. Oh, fuck it was fantastic. It was like her vagina was milking me, begging to be filled. In a literal way, it might be.
I wasn’t about to waste this time. I reached up and continued to enjoy her breasts, and she seemed to enjoy it just as much. Then I pulled my right hand back and slipped my hand down between her thighs, and began to play with her clitoris between the lips of her pussy as she ground into me.
“Oh… oh, Master,” She breathed with ecstasy, her body began to twitch and her grinding became faster and less precise.
I could tell that she was still enjoying my hand on her breasts, but it was nothing compared to the sensation of my cock sliding in and out of her and my fingers grinding and playing with the button of her clitoris. God, the amount of pleasure she got from me playing with her clitoris was mind blowing.
It felt so good, I wanted it to last forever, but reality was rolling in my balls. Tavorwen’s fast rocking fucking was quickly bringing my peak. I kept up teasing her nipples and playing with her clitoris until I couldn’t take it any more. Finally, I grabbed her hips and pulled her down as much as I could and just emptied my cum deep inside her.
The pleasure was amazing. I could see Tavorwen swaying as her brain was overwhelmed with the waves of the orgasm, and I held her up to keep her from falling over. Knowing she wasn’t a virgin now I was clearly able to relax more and really pay attention. The Elven orgasm was a rolling, repeating event. It was like each squirt of my semen into her caused its own orgasm, then as the echoes of the orgasms bounced around in her system stacked up, causing new blooms of pleasure.
Finally, Tavorwen laid down on me, her breasts pressing into my chest as my slowly softening dick stayed nestled inside her.
“Gods,” Tavorwen breathed. “They say once you’ve had it once, every time you are empty you crave it, but I didn’t think it would be that strong. I felt my body purge your seed, and I just… I needed more. Then I saw you, wearing just your towel… Gods…”
I layed back and took a deep breath. Even with Tavorwen’s full weight on my chest, she hardly weighed anything, and I could just enjoy the feel of her skin pressing against me and still breathe easily.
It was a strange sensation, being inside her as I deflated. Her body was pulsing, trying to pull everything further inside her. I remembered the meeting with Driveal and how the elven body would collect the semen and contain it to her fallopian tubes. I wondered if that was what she had talked about with her body purging and needing refilled.
We cuddled for a good long time, cuddling and just enjoying each other’s presence before we redressed and prepared to rejoin the rest of the house. Tavorwen was on cloud nine, and there was no doubt what had transpired. Most of the Matrons just smiled knowingly, they hadn’t felt what Tavorwen experienced, but they knew what I’d been feeling. I could see a touch of jealousy and desire in the maidens as they looked at how Tavorwen’s serene bliss lingered.