Creadean pulled me into the bedroom, the blatant lust on her face making her flush. There was overwhelming arousal flooding through my bond with multiple of my matrons, driving me absolutely nuts. As fast as her elven hands could move, almost a blur to my eyes, our clothing hit the floor. She pulled me down to kiss her as she drove me back until the bed hit my knees, landing me on the bed, as she clambered up on the bed fast enough that my lips never left hers. Her hands guided my raging erection to her soaked sex.
“Put a son in me, Master.” She pleaded as she drove herself down on my cock, her tight elven pussy already squeezing and trying to milk the sperm from my rod, immediately starting to moan as her body reacted to the fabulous stimulation.
As she began to grind and bounce, a gentle pair of hands began to massage my balls, and I looked down to see that all my matrons had joined us. They had apparently remembered my direction from before because they were all shedding their clothes if they weren’t already naked. Lymarith was leaning on the bed and massaging my manhood as she watched my rod as her sister Matron desperately rode me begging for cum.
“Oh, fuck…” I groaned.
If you have never experienced what it is like, as a man, to have a woman ride you desperate to be impregnated as a gaggle of jealous, naked women gathered around, blatantly wishing it was them with your rod buried in their snatches… I highly recommend it. The only one not staring with lust and desire was Narusil, who had joined and was watching with satisfaction as she rubbed her lower stomach where our child was already growing.
It was so hot, that I almost immediately blew my load straight into Creadean’s womb. It definitely helped that she felt amazing and Lymarith was massaging my balls, but damn. It wasn’t a small load either.
“I can feel it!” Lymarith giggled. “I can feel him filling you!”
Creadean threw back her head and moaned as her body shook and spasmed as my seed filled her. The orgasm reverberated through our bond, driving my peak higher, and I heard the rest of the matrons give shuttering moans as they felt the ripples through our connection. Creadean and I bounced off each other, our pleasure driving each other higher until we finally could rise no further.
“Oh… Master…” Creadean groaned.
Lymarth continued to massage and Creadean continued to gently grind on me, savoring each moment, until every drop of my cum was deposited in her womb. Once I was done, she leaned down and laid her body on mine, her soft flesh and supple breasts pressing into my chest as several of the others joined us on the bed.
Fuck… I always felt like I never lasted long enough with my Matrons, but they seemed perfectly content with it, and it felt too damn good for me to do anything other than savor every moment. The closeness and intimacy I felt with each and every one of my matrons was priceless to me, and the amazing union of feeling exactly how much each instance felt to them as they did from me was something I could never put into words.
I’d initially had some small sense of worry that my feelings for them were lust, and nothing more, but I was coming to realize that each of them had found a place in me, my heart, my soul, what have you, in addition to the bond in our minds and emotions. And as we lay together just savoring the moment, I was overwhelmed and was glad for the time to let my emotions settle.
We cuddled in a pile, for a few minutes.
“Gods, I wish I could just make myself bear your child.” Creadean mourned. “I wish there was more than one chance every two years… and with such variance too… Never knowing is the worst.”
“We will just keep trying until the miracle happens.” Diamiutar declared. “But for now, it is time for lunch.”
She extracted herself from the pile, pulled on her undergarments, and her dress, and walked from the room.
“I suppose we should be dressing as well, and get about the day.” Tavorwen groaned.
With some disappointment, we all rose from the bed and dressed. I would never get enough of my matrons’ naked bodies. Even spent it was a pleasure to see them, bending and picking up discarded clothes, shimmying back into their undergarments, and finally concealing the glory in their dresses.
By the time we all filed out, Diamiutar was well underway preparing lunch. There was something like a charcuterie board, with something like ham, smoked fish, and a few other cured meats, with a few varieties of cheeses and thin flatbreads that were toasted like crackers. The flatbreads had divots poked in them like perforations, and watching the others eat, they would break the flatbreads, place a few pieces of meat and cheese on them and savor them.
That was a hold-over for the rest of the meal, a mixed bread with various fruits in a hearty bread that was incredibly filling.
“So, I don’t know anything about the other elves. What can you tell me?” I murmured as I finished up.
As usual, all the matrons had finished eating before me, as the elven appetite seemed significantly smaller than my human one. So they paused in thought.
“Well, I know something of the Sea Elves…” Narusil admitted. “I was fascinated with them as a child.”
“And I can help with the Mountain Elves,” Creadean noted.
“If no one knows more, I have studied the Cloud Elves somewhat.” Lymarith declared.
“And I have some history with the Wild Elves,” Tavorwen explained.
“Perfect. So what can you all tell me?” I asked.
The matrons exchanged glances, seemingly not wanting to go first.
“I’m not looking for an academic dissertation, I just know nothing, so anything you can give me is better than the nothing I have,” I assured them.
“Okay, well then, I guess I’ll go first.” Lymarith declared.
“The Cloud elves are the smallest of the elven peoples, though we’re all pretty close, the tallest of Cloud elves is easily taller than the shortest of the others, but they are definitely smaller. Their defining trait, so to speak, is their wings, of course.” She began. “They once shared the mountains with the Mountain Elves, but a conflict drove them apart. No records exist to say what caused the conflict, but we know it happened. When that happened, legend says that the patron gods of the Cloud Elves, Drukalir, and Evenshtara, gifted them the ability to bind clouds together to build them into floating masses that they could live on.”
“The Cloud elves are known for their devotion, and it was most surprising when they took arms up against all the other elves in the war that led to the Massacre. Like most other elves, they are skilled archers and fight with blades like Zanantha’s to be ideal for diving strikes.” Lymarith declared. “I don’t know what else you would wish…?”
“That’s a great start.” I encouraged. “That’s a good amount to start with.”
“Well, I can give you a simple glance at the Sea Elves like that,” Narusil admitted with relief.
“The Sea Elves live in submerged cities, just off the coast. They are much like we are, except darker skin and have gills behind their ears, and down their necks. Their hands are webbed to the second knuckle on their hands and the entirety of their toes. They can exist outside of water, but extended time away from water leads them to become frail and prone to illness. They don’t seem to care whether the water is oceanic salt water or the freshwater of lakes and rivers.” Narusil explained. “They are most sensitive to temperature changes which living underwater mitigates. A Sea Elf is known to heal almost twice as quickly as the rest of us, their landbound kin, so long as they are able to remain submerged. And as bows are not particularly good underwater, they tend to use weapons more suited to underwater combat, spears, throwing spears, and tridents. They have developed crossbows more capable of being used underwater, but favor their spears more. They are a gifted magical people, with most of their magic focusing on healing, manipulating the waters they live in, and molding the corals of their homes.”
I was amused by the presentation, it felt like a memorized report she had given in an elven classroom at the academy years ago.
“The Mountain Elves aren’t too different from us.” Creaden chimed in. “They are built a bit taller and sturdier than us, and perhaps stronger, but magic doesn’t come as easily to them. Almost all their casters are either priests and priestesses or druids. They’ve been condemned for being ‘uncivilized’ and ‘savages’ since they rarely wear much in the way of clothing, save to cover their sexes, though when dressing for war, they do wear full armor.”
“They climb among the canyons and cliffs of the mountains, instead of climbing among the trees like we do.” Creadean finished.
“The Wild Elves live in the grasslands just to the west and south of our forests,” Tavorwen explained. “They tame beasts of burden and ride into battle far more often than any other group of elves.”
That was an interesting note.
“They live in houses crafted from clay bricks. They are one of the slowest growing populations among the elves because, as I understand it, their males only take one Matron at a time.” Tavorwen noted. “So more of their females are left unpaired.”
Interesting… Monogamy among one of the elven peoples?
I rubbed my chin.
“So, if we’re to visit the Sea Elves, we’ll need a way to breathe underwater… that will probably take some time to figure out…” I mused. “It’ll also probably be hard to reach the clouds.”
That left the Wild Elves and the Mountain Elves. I had climbed mountains before and I knew that it had tired Tavorwen greatly when we had gone through the mountains between us and the Temple of Ages, and those had been gentle mountains. I’m not sure they would count as “canyons and cliffs”.
“So, would anyone think I’m stupid if we went to the Wild Elves first?” I asked.
“No, it is a quite reasonable and logical choice.” Tavorwen agreed. “They are the closest and most easily accessible of the other elves.”
The other matrons and even the maidens nodded and murmured assent.
“Good.” I accepted with some relief. I was increasingly worried that my logic didn’t work here.