I relaxed, groaning and moaning in pleasure as Benavur really got into her rhythm. Benavur was really starting to figure out how to take and please my dick as she almost danced on my hips. I felt her first lesser orgasm reverberate through our bond as she was clearly enjoying my cock as much as my cock was enjoying her pussy. Her anticipation was growing and I could tell she was dying to know what my coming climax would feel like for her. I could hear her breathing start to get ragged, and she was sweating hard, making me feel better about the fact that maybe five minutes in, I was about to give her womb exactly what it was asking for.
I lasted as long as I could, savoring the fabulous sensations, until I could resist the coming climax no more. I grabbed her hips and pulled her down, arching my hips up into her and my roiling climax burst forth. Benavur let loose a moan that only drove me higher. Each time my cum rushed into her, I felt the same fabulous waves of pleasure ring through our bond like ripples on a pond. I had to release a hip and hold her shoulder to keep her from falling over as Benavur was overwhelmed by the sensations.
The rest of my new matrons gasped and groaned at the sensation of the second-hand orgasm hitting them through our bond. The room was absolutely filled with the scent of elven pussy, as all the present she-elves were absolutely aroused though not being actively fucked and receiving some satiation from the second-hand orgasm, they’d be okay until I had a chance to give them each a turn.
It took a full two minutes for the orgasm to fade enough for Benavur to have enough brain function to with a moan begin properly supporting herself, my softening erection still buried in her tantalizing sex.
She laid down on me, breathing hard and letting out a sad whimper as I slipped out of her.
“Oh Master… That was even better than the matrons had said…” She purred.
Again, the rest of my new matrons lamented having to wait their turn, just like had happened with my first group. They’d all get their turn soon enough.
We devolved into a cuddle pile for a few minutes while Amura still watched, before with a sigh, I began to move.
“Master, stay with us a bit longer,” Benavur begged.
“There is a lot of preparation to be done. We leave tomorrow for a diplomatic mission to the plains. We need to start recruiting allies.” I explained.
With a groan, the she-elves began to dress. Amura pulled her thong-like panties on quickly and was able to dress much quicker, being the first to leave. The rest of the elves were changing from their dresses, with no undergarments to the uniforms of my household. I was impressed with how many garments they could just pull out of the various shelves and baskets to dress. Benavur insisted on redressing me, and Risavis assisted her. Benavur seemed to linger every time she touched my skin, and I couldn’t help but be happy with my final Matron selection.
I was used to Amura being a little shadow, following me wherever I went, but now Benavur began doing it too, though instead of following at a distance, she seemed convinced that because her hand fit perfectly in mine, it should be there as often as possible. Honestly, it was nice.
When we emerged, I found Zanantha and Ulamir sitting in the front room. They were in their standard battle uniforms. Zanantha looked miserable with her head hanging, and she refused to look at me. Heilantu was by her side, speaking softly to her. Ulamir watched Zanantha with concern and rose when I entered the sitting room and pulled me into the hall.
“Master, I wanted to apologize for my absence at the Congress of Maidens. I had every intention of attending, but after all the others left, Zanantha began shaking and could not move.” Ulamir explained. “It rendered her incapable of attending and by the time I had her settled and ensured she was okay… it was too late for me to attend as well.”
I felt bad for them. It sounded like Zanantha had a panic attack and Ulamir prioritized aiding her fellow over her chance to become a Matron.
“Is Zanantha okay? Are you? Is there anything I can do to help in the future?” I pressed.
I felt so bad for them. Who knows how long it would be until the next Congress of Maidens for battle matrons, and these two wonderful young elves were prevented from attending by a panic attack.
“Zanantha is fine, though she feels horrible about missing out like she failed herself and failed you. She also feels bad for preventing me from attending, although I have assured her I do not blame her.” Ulamir assured me.
As we returned to the front room, Heilantu was taking Zanantha toward the back room, probably to sleep. She looked exhausted. I told myself that if nothing intervened those two would be matrons after the next Congress.
“Master?” Lymarith called and drew my attention. “I have a gift for you from Anbethir and Flendrier. They gave it to me this morning with instructions to give it to you regardless of how the Congress went, but they didn’t want you to feel obligated because of it.”
She handed me a wooden box, around two feet by one foot by six inches, with a hinged lid. Most of my household watched curiously, and Flendreir and Anbethir watched anxiously to see my reaction.
I took it with curiosity. Opening the lid I saw a pair of leather bracers and a dark brown headband. The bracers were stained dark green and brown in a camouflage pattern, but there were runes embossed into the bracers. The headband was some sort of fabric, like cotton, and felt smooth and comfortable against my hand. Bands of runes circled the top and bottom of the headband.
“These look fantastic! Thank you! I see the runes, and I have to admit to some curiosity, what do they do?” I asked.
“It was Flendrier’s idea,” Anbethir confessed. “The bracers are to help you move with grace and speed since they are weaknesses of yours, and the headband is to help you see as we do. Flendrier crafted the base pieces and I did the enchanting.”
I looked at the bracers and headband with renewed excitement. I set the box on the nearby end table, took the headband and put it on. As I looped the ends over each other to tie them, the headband pulled loose from my hands and tied itself snuggly, but not overly tight.
Immediately it was as if the room were lighter. Shadowy corners of the room were now clear to see. Everything was clearer. Everything from the markings on containers I could see through the doorway that would be impossible for me to read to seeing the fine imprint of my Matrons nipples on their garments was easy for my eyes to pick out. The elven characters remained for a second in their swirling script before shifting into English.
“This is amazing!” I gasped.
“Was your vision truly so poor?” Diamiutar laughed.
“Go grab the Hauvar,” I told her. I reached up and removed the headband, which promptly untyed itself.
My matron retrieved the spice jar.
“Now, bring it closer… closer… closer… There.” I told her. “That is how close you have to be for me to read it normally.”
Now, I hadn’t needed any vision aids before. My last vision check had come back 20/20, but the small writing on the jar was barely visible at around 20 feet.
“Truly? That is the extent of your vision?” Tavorwen gasped.
“Yes, but with this on.” I replaced the headband. “I can read the labels from here.”
Anbethir and Flendreir stood tall with pride at my exuberant acceptance of their work.
I quickly moved to put on the bracers. They covered me from wrist to elbow, stopping just before they’d get in the way of my movement. The buckles were easy but didn’t buckle themselves. Once both were affixed I felt the magic course through me.
It is really hard to explain what it was like to experience this elven magic. My arms felt so easy to move and my fingers seemed like they had been in a fog and it was lifted. I instinctively just started moving my fingers feeling the ease with which they moved. But while they moved so fast and easily, it wasn’t like I was overextending or struggling with precision. My movements were even steadier and more precise than before. I could hardly wait to see how my bladework and marksmanship improved with these.
“Holy shit, this is incredible! Thank you! Thank you both!” I exclaimed.
“Would you like to come try them out with your sword practice?” Flendreir offered.
“Absolutely,” I affirmed.
The difference was almost comical. First, with my increased speed and finesse, I could move just as fast as the elves. Secondly, where before the blades of the elves had been blurs, but now my eyes could follow them, and while they were practicing on dummies like me, I could see how the techniques I’d been learning could be applied to divert them.
“Holy shit, this is amazing!” I marveled.
“Holy… shit?” Anbethir asked in confusion.
“Sorry, it’s a… never mind. It’s just a thing that people say where I’m from.” I apologized.
“Let’s try an actual spar,” Flendreir suggested. “Just remember, divert, don’t block. It will cause pain, if not injury if you block.”
“Begin!”
I did far better than I expected. Anbethir’s dual blades were fast, but with my new speed, I could deflect and divert them for what felt like several minutes as everything seemed to slow down as we sparred. Finally, however, she still rested her blade at the base of my neck.
“Point.” She declared.
“Checkmate.” I agreed.
“Checkmate?” Flendreir asked.
I chuckled. “It is in a game we played called chess where I come from. You had a key piece, known as the King, who each time he was threatened, or placed in check, you had to move to protect him or move him from danger. If you can’t protect him, or move him to safety, then it is declared checkmate.”
“Interesting, you will have to teach us this game sometime.” Anbethir declared with interest.
I laughed. “Now, as amazing as this has been, we need to discuss and prepare for tomorrow.”
The rest of the day was spent making sure we had supplies, equipment, and everything we’d need for the trip,