Benavur slipped her hand into mine, where it fit perfectly, as we crossed the plaza to the spruce of the Temple of the Host. The statues of the elven gods watch over us as Gledril pricks the finger of each of my new matrons, drawing a single drop of blood from them, just like last time.
I held out my hand to receive my prick, but Gledril shook her head.
“That is not required of you once you have been bonded.” She informed me, then turned and began the ritual.
“Que, van iesoval.”
This time only drops of blood from the new matrons rose one at a time as she stated the command for each of them.
“Margone Failalithia,” Gledril repeated, “Utrail yo, camari tai.”
Once again, the droplets of blood floated into a singular orb and Gledril began the lengthy incantation for the bonding ceremony, and the orb began to glow, then shifted from red to gold. Again, all the participating elves bowed their heads in reverence. Even Tavorwen and Creadean bowed their heads, though Amura watched in interest.
“Maidens, place your hands upon your Master.” Gledril again instructed, and I felt each hand touch my back. “Master Thomas, extend your sigil-bearing hand to receiving the blessing of the gods as your union is bound.”
I held out my hand to the glowing orb, reminding myself of the first time this had happened. The orb dissolved into light, swirling and weaving into the light of the sigil already bound to me. I felt the searing heat of the bond flash through me, and again, I could feel my new matrons. Again, I was struck by the boundless joy and swelling pride and hope they felt to be granted this position. There was lust and arousal too, unsurprising given the knowledge that they could now be fucked and bred.
I’d say elves had a breeding kink, but it was more than that. The fact that feeling my sperm enter their body gave them the most powerful orgasm of every sexual encounter I’d had with my matrons was crazy. I could give them oral, finger them, grind their g-spots and clitoris, and just do everything to drive them crazy, but their bodies were built to not be fully satisfied until they were full of semen, and that was what gave them the greatest pleasure. Elven maidens were built to be bred and they were only too happy to fill the role.
The light faded.
“You are now bonded.” Gledril concluded, “May you ever remain so.”
“Now, with the Respite, hopefully, you may return to your home and celebrate your union,” Gledril noted with a laugh.
Benavur took one of my hands and Tavorwen came forward and took my other hand guiding me from the hall. I could hardly stand the excitement, arousal, and lust from my new matrons and the walk back to my home passed in a haze.
Diamiutar met us at the door, appraising the new members of the house and seemingly approving as she led us straight to the master bedroom. Tavorwen and Creadean peeled off to join the rest of the house, but Amura continued to follow.
“Happy celebrations,” Diamiutar bid us, before closing the door.
I set my weapons to the side and sat on the bed, “I admit, things didn’t exactly go this smooth last time… How do you want to go about this?” I mused.
“Well… Master, one of us will receive your ardor… The rest will have to wait.” Flendreir informed me.
Amura laughed, “Well, in Master Thomas’s house, everyone is an equal. He lets any who wish watch, but all must be equally naked.”
There were no objections, and in fact, the speed at which the gorgeous dresses they wore to appeal to my lusts revealed the bodies that only served to increase my desires was incredible. Straps being removed let dresses fall to the floor, or those who had magic holding their garments in place only needed to utter a word and their garments simply fell to the floor. Confirmed, not a single undergarment needed to be removed.
“Now, Master, is not the rule that we should all be equal in our nakedness?” Benavur crooned, running a hand over my shoulder
“Um, yeah.” I agreed and went to unbuckle my cloak.
My new matrons weren’t that patient. Benavur stripped my cloak, and others took garments flinging them across the room until I found myself naked on my bed surrounded by my new, naked, matrons.
“Who will you choose to claim first?” Sevrina breathed.
As far as I, or my cock, was concerned there wasn’t a wrong choice.
“I could take one of you now, and another before bed.” I mused lustily.
“Master, do you remember nothing from the visit with Oliphinar and Quarintor? We must pace ourselves to not overtax your… incredible endowment.” Anbathir marveled.
All the matrons were trying not to drool over my rod. I wondered if it was really that much more appealing than your average elven male’s, but I wasn’t complaining that my fairly average human cock was mind-blowing for my matrons.
“Well, there are now nine of you, so twice a week I can take two a day.” I insisted.
“You can decide who you’re claiming second after you claim a matron first.” Risavis pointed out.
I looked around, I could smell the arousal in the room and feel it through our bond, but how to choose who to enjoy first? Then it hit me, I could feel how much each matron craved and needed me to satisfy them. I could just figure out who needed it the most and go from there.
“Let’s see, I can feel your emotions… I’ll go with who needs it the most!” I suggested.
“What if they are cloaking?” Amura asked.
We all turned to the naked shadow elf, casually teasing her nipples as she watched all the Matrons on the bed.
“Cloaking?” I asked.
“You know, suppressing your emotions so your master can’t feel them and punish you for them,” Amura explained.
“A Master would never do that,” Nauveir assured her.
Amura snorted, “Maybe not a Wood Elven Master, but Shadow elves, those with slaves, they do it all the time. Surely you all are not fully allowing your emotions to betray you to Master Thomas?”
They exchanged a glance, “Why would we not? We have trusted him enough to be bound to him, why would we not trust him with our emotions… he trusts us.” Mavrin stated calmly.
“None of you… not a one… is striving to keep your emotions from Master Thomas?” Amura noted with surprise.
They shrugged dismissively.
“That being said, are any of you opposed to me… claiming you in order based on how badly you want it?” I asked.
A murmur of acceptance met my question, so I closed my eyes and focused on my nearby matrons. There was a lot of need and desire, it was fairly close… Then a flood hit me, making me open my eyes.
Amura met my eyes as they flew open, blushed and the flood was smothered and she looked away. I’d seen her aroused nipples and the moisture around her pussy, but I hadn’t realized she was so stricken. That was a mess I’d have to handle later. She made no effort to join us on the bed, so despite her craving and desire, I wasn’t going to push her.
I went back to analyzing the bonds with my new matrons. As I had said, they were fairly close, but I was able to isolate the strongest need.
I opened my eyes and with a smile, I pulled Benavur down to kiss her lips. The flare in her emotions confirmed I had isolated the bond correctly. Still kissing her, I slipped my hand between her legs and began to stroke her aching sex. She moaned into my kiss, letting me slip my tongue into her mouth as she pressed her pussy into my hand. I prepared to move to her, to take command and make love to her, but she moved quickly instead, throwing her legs over me to mount me. I remembered that from what my other matrons had told me, it was traditional for the woman to do most of the work in Wood Elven society and my new Matrons hadn’t learned that I was willing to be the one pleasuring them yet.
Benavur took my manhood in her gentle, dexterous hands and ground her folds up and down my length to lube me, as I could feel her excitement and anticipation. She wanted me in her, needed me in her and she wasn’t going to wait. She guided my dome to her opening and began to press her sex down on my manhood. I groaned as her tight, virgin opening squeezed me as it stretched to accommodate my girth.
“Oh, Abarith’s teats…” She moaned as my dome entered her. She gently lowered herself until my head began to stretch her hymen.
All the others were gathered around, watching as my rod slowly penetrated the lithe redhead’s puffy and soaked cunt.
“He is so big….” Anbethir breathed.
“Oh, he feels enormous…” Benavur groaned. “It is such a stretch, but… by the Mother’s Womb… it is a sensation!”
“Can you take any more? He’s barely inside you!” Risavis pressed.
“Yes… I just have to…” She groaned, and with a moment’s hesitation, she let her weight bear her down, her hymen giving an oh-so-satisfying pop as it stretched beyond its limits. “… By the GODS!”
In her attempt at slowly taking my length, but also needed to burst her hymen, she had taken half my length into her tight depths. She was so aroused and wet that she felt amazing on my manhood, but her tightness was borderline too small for me. Her eyes drifted upward as the stretch must have been phenomenal and her mouth opened in awe at the sensation. I could feel a tinge of discomfort and pain from her as her virgin depths were opened by my dick, but the stimulation and pleasure dwarfed it.
She slowly lowered herself the rest of the way until my cock had reached her deepest point and her ass rested gently on my hips.
“Gods… it is so GOOD!” She groaned.
She started to rock forward and jerk back, which seemed to be the elven go-to, like humans and missionary position. The tight gripping and massaging felt fabulous, and while I knew it was different here, the eroticism of having a woman crave your cock so badly that she couldn’t wait and climbed on you to get it as fast as possible was hot.