Eaphra clicked her tongue in frustration and turned away. “Regardless, you know we cannot give them what they seek. Even if there was reason in your words, the other Hratha would never agree.”
Opheira sighed, “Unfortunately, I cannot argue with that.”
“And even if… and I say IF… we were to vouch for these interlopers, it would still matter not at all. You know as well as I that small as our Hratha is, we hold no sway in counsel.” Eaphra pointed out.
I sighed, “So, how would we win the support of the other Hratha?”
Opheira and Eaphra exchanged a glance.
“Well, we’d have to call an actual enclave, but…” Opheira reluctantly sighed.
“You’d have to cull the Kanegs.” Eaphra snapped.
“HA!” Brahim laughed. “It’s been years since the last hunt. The hives swarm with their untamed numbers. It would be madness to attempt it.”
“He’s not wrong.” Opheira sighed. “Back before Kathra ruined everything, we held great hunts each month to keep them under control. As the things dig through the soil they bring air into the soil and keep what plants will grow in the plains alive, but they also eat everything that moves in the plains… including the herds of banthir we relied on for food. If each of the clans killed one at least every other month, their numbers were kept low enough that they were more of a boon than a leech on the land, but now… well, their homes are being called the mountains of the grasslands and more than a few herds have been entirely decimated.”
“So, kill a bunch of these critters and the other… Hratha will listen?” I reiterated.
“… Well, they’ll LIKELY listen,” Opheira admitted. “Some of my sisters can be… stubborn.”
“It would at least get an enclave called,” Eaphra stated with amusement.
“You just can’t think he’ll fail and you’re looking forward to it.” Opheira scolded.
“Well, he’d have to exterminate at least three of the hives and decimate the remaining four.” Eaphra countered. “It took a whole hunting party to perhaps… PERHAPS… kill one. He and his… entourage… stand no chance. It’s a fool’s errand. So go home, and take your high elves with you, or go and die to the Kanegs, either way, you’ll be out of my hair and I can get back to actually helping our Hratha try and survive this madness.”
“And if he succeeds?” Opheira pressed.
“Then I will be happy to eat my words.” Eaphra laughed, “But if you are done dreaming, I am done wasting my time.”
And with that, the grumpy elder turned and, with some obvious aches in her old age, walked down one of the tunnels.
“So where can I find these hives?” I asked.
About an hour later, Opheira led me and my household into a cave-like room. The nearest hive was well outside the village, and she’d insisted that, while there was little they could offer, she would honor the traditions of hospitality her people had once held sacred. Risavis’s wolf was to be given lodging with the other animals the Wild Elves kept hidden in their underground stables.
“It’s not much, but it’s all any of us have.” She admitted.
There was a curtain to close off the entrance, but that was about all the privacy we had.
“Sleep well… You have quite the ordeal tomorrow.” Opheira instructed before closing the curtain.
All of the eyes of my household turned on me, and five anxious virgins awaited my word. There was no question among any of them of whether or not sex was going to happen, despite the questionable at best privacy, the only question evident among them was who was the lucky one this time. Part of me felt a little uncomfortable knowing that all that was between us, and an entire clan of Wild Elves hearing the sounds of our lovemaking was a curtain, but it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that my expectant virgins didn’t care.
I closed my eyes to try to figure out who needed it most, and of the five remaining, one stood out particularly today. Her lust and craving dwarfed the others. Realizing who it was made me pause, however.
Have you ever seen a couple and thought “holy fuck, that must be crazy” when you realized how their lovemaking must be? Like when you see an NBA star and their wife comes up to their hip? Like, dude, your wang must be the size of her arm! How does that even….? Well, I hadn’t even thought about that as I picked all of my Matrons. I wasn’t an overwhelmingly tall human, but by Wood Elven standards I was outside the bell curve on the height and build size of things at 5′ 11″ and muscular. The elf who most desired, craved, and needed what I had to give was Sevrina, who stood maybe 4′ 3″ and was tiny in almost every way.
When I say she was tiny, I am not exaggerating. Her legs were thinner than my arms, and her wrists were maybe half the size of mine. I could easily put my hands around her waist and have my fingers touch in both front and back. Luckily for her, her breasts and hips were proportioned well to her body, making her slightly curvier than most she-elves who had never borne a child. So while she was tiny, she was definitely cute and sexy.
My main worry was that all the other elves who I’d had the privilege to treat to a ride on my dick were already so amazingly tight, I worried if I could actually get inside her without stretching her enough to be uncomfortable, if not painful.
She however noticed my lingering gaze and happily asked, “Am I to have the privilege tonight, Master?”
Fuck, was I a sucker for shit like that? Coming from Earth where, with few exceptions, guys were lucky to get laid, to a world where it was the opposite… and being called “Master” on top of that… let’s just say, I was already flying my flag at full mast.
“Yep, your turn.” Was all I could get out, as she walked slowly toward me.
My matrons were quickly figuring out how to stroke my fires, though I wasn’t sure if they were aware of how little it took for them to seduce me. Let’s just say, the way Sevrina rolled her hips as she slowly traipsed over, dropping her cloak, then her jacket, and then the rest of her clothes, made me ache.
Luckily for me, Sevrina had already done all the waiting she wanted to do. I don’t know which of the others laid out my sleeping bag behind us as she began undressing me, something I’d learned was somewhat of a privilege for the she-elves of my household, but by the time I was naked I allowed her to guide me back to the padded nest of bedding. It was just as strange each time to be reduced from my elven senses and dexterity down to normal human levels, but I didn’t need them for this, and Sevrina didn’t ask.
She didn’t even start undressing herself yet, simply taking my dick in her hands and stroking it with a hungry look on her face. Her soft and expert hands explored my entire length, seeming amazed by the equipment I brought to the table.
“I can do this.” She breathed. “You can birth a child, you can tame this beast.”
That was my first indication that she was as nervous about the ratio of my cock width to her vaginal capacity as I was. It also explained why, horny as I knew she was, she was procrastinating the removal of the articles of clothing that would make copulating impossible.
The rest of the she-elves present were already naked, even Zanatha and Ulamir when Anbethir leaned in and whispered, “Do you need help disrobing?” Sevrina blushed bright red, before shaking her head and quickly tossed her clothes aside.
She really had a striking figure. Her sharp elven features combined with the slightly emphasized breasts and hips gave her a look that girls would have killed for if she was a model on Earth. She was a wet dream to be sure, just a four-foot-tall one. Luckily for me, this wet dream was a reality.
I laid back for a moment, closing my eyes to enjoy as her hand started stroking me some more, but I couldn’t help but watch when I felt her climb on top of my legs and move to straddle me. If it wasn’t so hot, her preparing to make love to me, it would have been comical. Her knees could not touch the ground on each side of me as she began holding my cock up to her slit and began gyrating against it. The feel as the folds slipped up and down the shaft of my dick was fabulous, and watching as she proceeded made me realize she was using her fluids to lube me for what was to come.
“Okay…” She breathed, and she hitched her hips up so she could guide my head to her opening. I felt the tip of my head press against her opening and the worry was once again real. I felt her sex tense as she began to lower her weight to push my head into her depths, but instead of penetrating, my cock pressed against her tight hole and was refused entry.
“Um, we could-” I began to suggest, but Sevrina cut me off.
“I can do this!” She grunted.
She reached down, grabbed my hips, and began to pull herself down. Her entrance was still tense and struggled to stretch until the opposition was too great.
I swear I heard an audible ‘pop’ as her vagina finally relented. The initial resistance was overcome, however, there was nothing to keep my straining matron from driving my dick immediately through her delicate hymen and as deep as her body would allow.
“Oh gods…” She moaned, her eyes rolling up, half-lidded, as she planted her sexy cervix directly on the dome of my penis. The flood of emotions that rushed through our bond was a jumble. There was pride, pleasure, lust, and sexual need to be sure, but it was also clear that it hadn’t been without its price. I could feel the discomfort, verging on pain, as she took the intrusion, far larger than her body was really built for, into her most intimate parts. I knew women on Earth had been known to use all sorts of enormous devices to pleasure themselves, so I wasn’t too worried, and as she’d said, she could fit a child through there, my penis wouldn’t really damage anything, but that didn’t mean it would be pleasant immediately.