At length, the mass took shape, dozens of red adobe buildings, and got larger until we arrived. I had visited some Native American ruins once that I was highly reminded of.
The city was a ghost town. The buildings were empty. Doors hung askew and inside everything was derelict. If the cabinets were magic, the magic had faded and the doors to empty cupboards swung in the breeze.
Amura stayed close behind me, watching with anxiety as we explored the streets. Benavur kept a tight hold on my hand as we sought any signs of habitation.
“This is saddening.” Tavorwen lamented. “I visited here once, just before the Massacre, and this was a thriving settlement. The children played there in the courtyard.”
It was disappointing, but after we looked through the town we headed out north by northwest. The second village we were to reach was just a speck on the horizon when we left Teluvin.
“Was Maelgrum bigger than Teluvin?” I asked. “When they were still full?”
Tavorwen thought for a moment, “I believe Maelgrum was larger. But it wasn’t much larger. If one of the Wild Elven cities grew too large, it was divided so that the land was not forced to support a city too large. The only City to actually grow was Hoiventhre, which served as their capital.”
I nodded, it made sense. I know the grasslands had more that could be used to subsist than someone would think. I didn’t know the plants of this world, so I didn’t know what roots and plants could be found, or where the animals might hide. But too many mouths to feed would tax the land.
As night fell, we arrived in the city of Maelgrum. It was more of the same. Dilapidated buildings, run down and crumbling. We chose one of the better buildings and settled inside. Quick repairs were made, and it gave us shelter and privacy.
I could feel the anticipation begin to rise. My matrons all knew I had enough of them to mandate daily… activities. Tavorwen and Creadean would still be satisfied from their fuckings just days ago, and Benavur had just gotten satisfied yesterday. However, there were six virgins among my matrons and all six of them wanted to change that.
We had only made one building safe for occupation, and I could tell Zanatha and Ulamir were excited since the limited space meant they’d get to watch.
I decided to try and decide again based on need.
I closed my eyes and felt through my bonds. Surely enough Tavorwen, Creadean, and Benavur were all seemingly satisfied and happy. Testing the bonds of the other six, Amura was not included since she hadn’t given her consent and was still quashing her emotions to keep them from reaching me, the desire was there and serious. It came down to either Anbethir or Sevrina, but Anbethir’s horniness was just slightlight greater.
I motioned her over, and I was sure my arousal made it clear what I intended. Her excitement bloomed as she responded, blushing and biting her lip as she came to receive her privilege as a matron. I lifted her chin and kissed her.
“Are you ready?” I asked.
“Yes, Master.” She breathed and began shedding her clothes.
For the first time, I could follow her hands as she undid her cloak and let it drop, then unbuttoned her jacket. I almost just watched, as having a lover strip for me was always a hot show, but I realized that my inaction was just delaying what we both wanted.
I stripped, my headband and bracers going last. I could feel the world seem to just speed up and blur past as I removed the items and their magic faded.
“Forgive us, Master, but we should remain alert and ready.” Tavorwen declared. “Normally, we all would join you, but we must remain vigilant.”
Sevrina had already laid out my bedroll, and at least half of my squad was busy watching.
“It’s alright.” I breathed as Anbethir stripped to match my nakedness.
Both naked, Anbethir pressed me down on the bed and mounted me. She laid across my chest, and the pinpricks of her erect nipples ran across my chest as she moved in to kiss me again.
“This tradition of pressing lips together is strange, but I like it.” She breathed as she pulled away before kissing me again.
If she liked kissing, I was gonna teach her to kiss. I kissed her with passion and felt her flush rise. I gently slipped my tongue into her mouth, and quickly her tongue joined mine in a dance of passion. I slid my hand over her fit and wiry body, making her groan into our kiss. I slipped one hand down to squeeze her amazing ass while the other began teasing her nipples and gently squeezing her breasts.
Where Anbethir’s arousal had been like a glowing ember, it was now a roaring flame. Each caress and squeeze only poured gas on the flames. She bathed in the fires of passion until she couldn’t take it anymore, and the yearning between her legs was too great. She slipped a hand between her legs to guide my manhood to her sex, and she broke our kiss to lean back and take my length into her.
A high moan escaped her mouth as she felt her lips stretch as my head entered her, I could feel her relax, seeming to decide that the sensation was wonderful and good, and then she made a tactical mistake. She sat back, driving me deep into her, annihilating her hymen, and causing the sensation of being entered to explode through her brain far more than she had expected. Anbethir clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle the cry of pain as she jumped into the deep end of sex. Her emotions jumbled and she had to take a second to collect herself before she reclaimed the driver’s seat.
She leaned down, and pulled me to her, kissing me again, and she began to shift, my cock pulling out until only my head remained inside her, then she lowered again. She seemed to decide that was acceptable and she began to ride up and down my length. Most elves seemed to prefer grinding, but Anbethir seemed to love bouncing up and down on my dick and, FUCK, did it feel great with how tight she was.
“Oh, Master,” Anbethir moaned, breaking our kiss again, “I never dreamed it could feel like this…”
I just groaned as her legs caught and her pussy clamped even tighter as she experienced her first lesser elven orgasm, which seemed to feel good but only drove her hunger for my seed higher. Once her legs steadied, she resumed sliding up and down my dick with fervor.
“Oh, shit…” I groaned. “… Can’t last much… here it comes!”
Anbethir slammed down, taking my entire length into her pussy and grinding her cervix on my head as my balls roiled. The first rush of my cum filled her, making her throw her head back in a high-pitched moan as her womb filled. The mind-blowing cluster-orgasm triggered in the elves when the sperm began filling them was absolutely unparalleled. Anbethir’s breath was ragged as the flame of need and desire turned into fireworks of pleasure that sent reverberations through me and into the bonds with the rest of my Matrons. Again, the feedback from our bond made the climax even higher for me too and I saw stars, my toes curling.
While it probably wasn’t my best performance, only shooting four or five spurts of my seed into her, Anbethir collapsed on top of me, spent and content as she squeezed her legs together, trying to keep my slowly softening dick as deep in her as she could, until it inevitably slipped out.
“Oh, Master… I had believed I would kill for this privilege, but now… I would die for it. By the gods… It was even more than I wished for.” She panted, melting on me.
I could do little more than lay there and grin. I’d always kinda thought sex was sex, and that’s all there was to it. And I guess back on earth, I’d thought the differences between the women I’d been with were due to the difference in experience and skill. Having now been with eight of my matrons, that delusion had been dispelled. Each of my lovers was unique, and while the mechanics were the same, each one was amazing in her own way. I wasn’t sure I had words to explain the way one matron’s pussy differentiated from another, while my whole penis was enveloped, subtle differences triggered different regions and just made it fabulous in its own way. That was before you even got to differences in techniques. I was sure that the difference between a first-time ride with a virgin matron would be far different from the hundredth time after months of learning what they were doing.
“Rest well, Master.” Creadean declared. “Now, about watches.”
I felt the post-coital blanket of sleepiness and with Anbethir still lying on me, my eyes drifted closed, and I slept.
I woke to Anbethir having slipped off to one side and Benavur pressed against my other side. A glance around showed me that Flendreir and Nauveir were up and alert, taking their turn at watch. My movement seemed to begin a chain reaction, waking all the sleeping elves.
I dressed and everyone packed up. I had convinced them to let me carry a portion of the load, but they still insisted on the cooking, setting, and breaking camp and all other responsibilities being taken care of by the others.
I glanced down at the near-solid band of golden light wrapped around my finger. The sigil of my bond with my matrons and the white mark on the back of my hand that brought a ray into the ring-like sigil that was my bond with Amura. Again, it was amazing to me that I could easily differentiate between the bands that correlated to each of my matrons.
Amura’s band was strange, white instead of gold, and it seemed to be encased, or coated, in an angular crystalline structure, like a bracelet that had been left in the water to get crystal growth around it. I was reminded of the rock candy I’d made with Jacob and his family. It made determining what was underneath near impossible.
The other new matrons had their own unique band. I quickly found Anbethir’s band, it had swirls, like whirlwinds, and the swirling elven script mixed with runes as it circled my finger. Benavur’s seemed like a pair of long-necked birds, not quite swans, that seemed to stretch and wrap around my fingers, their wings moving from front to back as they chased each other around my finger. Flendreir was a flowering vine, meandering and swirling among the other bands, and only after staring for a second did I notice that it actually had thorns too, and I wondered if that hinted at a temper she had kept well hidden so far. Nauveir’s band was feathered and had strange geometric patterns as well as circular markings. Risavis’s mark was stylized, like the marks on some of the maps I had seen, trees, and bushes, and only as I stared did I notice small animals running the length of her band. Sevrina’s sigil was a dancing flame, seeming to pass through the other bands, and was by far the most chaotic. The mark of Mavrin’s bond was interesting, a chain with shifting links, some gems, some skulls, and some flowers or leaves.