The tiny elf couldn’t even take all five inches into her pussy before she was bottomed out, making her squeal lightly, her supple cervix refusing to allow me further into her. Her entire body weight grinding my cock into her depths, she began to squirm, intentionally or unintentionally, making the newly stretched muscles of her sex pulsate and massage the cock buried inside her.
I knew that by elven standards, the female was generally supposed to lead, but I wasn’t just gonna be her pillow princess. I reached up with one hand and began squeezing and teasing her breasts, lightly pinching her nipples as my other hand got a good squeeze on her ass. Her breasts were a fabulous blend of firmness and suppleness that made them feel perfect in my hand and her ass was soft and just squishy enough to be a prime grope. Sevrina just moaned more, her high-pitched coo the perfect tone to throw gas on the fire of my arousal.
I doubt they could make a cock-milking machine more perfectly tuned to feel amazing and drive a man straight into an orgasm faster than Sevrina’s quivering snatch. Luckily, I could feel as she writhed on my cock, I wasn’t the only one who was getting pleasured by the perfect curves and bumps of my partner’s sex. Sevrina was quickly writhing not in pain or discomfort, but because it felt so fucking good to both of us.
I could feel how much this was draining her, and so without hesitation or trying to drag it out, once the boiling lightning of my climax surged through my balls, I just let loose. Sevrina clamped a hand over her mouth as she screamed in pleasure, her back arching to press her breast more firmly into my squeezing hand as the chain orgasm of being filled with my sperm began. I had always thought that holding out for as long as possible resulted in a bigger load of cum, but as my sixth stream filled Sevrina’s womb, it overflowed, squeezed out around my cock to splatter on my hips as she was overrun with my seed.
Sevrina collapsed onto my chest, her chest heaving as she gasped for air, her body still shaking with the powerful orgasm. I was starting to get used to the sensation of feeling my partner orgasm, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t still another level of satisfaction. It was even better, hearing the second-hand orgasms from all the matrons who were gathered around naked watching Sevrina’s cunt spray cum as the seventh and eighth streams pushed out some of the earlier sperm.
“Oh, master…” Sevrina crooned, “… did I… do well?”
“Fuck yeah.” I groaned.
“Oh, good. I’m tired now. Good night.” She declared, and like flipping a light switch, she was asleep on my chest.
“Ra meian val somir.” Mavrin incanted, and I felt the globs of my cum disappear from my body, as well as what I guessed was the blood of Sevrina’s virginity.
I was glad to not be sleeping in a puddle of my own making, and feeling at least safe enough in the hidden home of the Wild Elves, I allowed myself to ride the post-sex sleepiness into the bliss of sleep.
It was hard to have anything but good dreams after having sex with one of my matrons, and this was no exception. I dreamed of my new world at peace, nothing but contentment and happiness among all the elves as a steady stream of my Matrons, pregnant bellies full of our children, presented new matrons. It was so fucking hot.
It was so fucking hot, that I almost didn’t realize the warm wetness I felt on my cock was real. I opened my eyes to see Creadean leaning over and quietly guiding Risavis as she gently sucked my dick.
Most of my Matrons were still asleep, and Benavur and Sevrina were on my sides. The only ones who had bothered to dress were the ones who had kept watch or were currently keeping watch. Currently, Zanantha was on watch, and watching she was. It seemed Ulamir had taken an earlier watch.
“Now, be sure to use your tongue just under the top, Master really likes that,” Creadean instructed and Risavis’s tongue started doing a stupendous job of making sure I was 100% awake and 100% loving this. I became aware of her very erect nipples rubbing my leg as she continued to worship my cock with her lips and tongue.
“Fuck, what a way to wake up.” I groaned.
“You don’t mind then?” Creadean asked with a coy smile. “She was worried this was too forward.”
Risavis looked up and met my eyes, slowly taking as much of my length as she could, without gagging, into her mouth, her tongue swirling along my length as she went.
“Fuck, this is great.” I groaned. “You can do this anytime you want.”
The corners of Risavis’s mouth turned up into a cock-filled smile and her eyes twinkled with satisfaction.
“I told you our master wouldn’t mind.” Creadean teased the suckling matron. “Now see what it feels like inside you.”
Risavis wasted no time, her saliva lubing me, and her dripping snatch needed no additional stimulation. She seemed to be conflicted for a minute, trying to figure out how to mount me without disturbing her sisters to my sides, until I lost patience and took over. I rose up and kissed her, making her breath catch and her breasts rise as our lips met. My tongue slipped into her mouth and I drove her onto her back, her legs spreading around me.
“Sorry, I got impatient,” I growled, and kissed her neck as my fingers found her folds, and as I had guessed early, she was soaked.
I pulled back and pushed my face between her thighs, licking up and down her slit before alternating sucking on her tiny bud of a clitoris and swirling it with my tongue. Risavis lost her words as the new sensations overwhelmed her and all she could do was whimper in pleasure. I liked eating pussy more than most because it had always been the easiest way to impress my partner, but it was hard to focus when I could feel her need to be fucked just building. I was quite proud of my skill in giving oral to my female companions and Risavis tensed, grabbing my hair and pressing me harder into her slit as first one, then a second orgasm ripped through her. She wasn’t a screamer though, she just bit her lip and arched her back, pressing harder into me. After the third orgasm, her need was overwhelming, and I realized that further delaying what would actually satisfy her would just be torture.
So at last, I pulled my tongue out of her folds and slipped my dick in its place. Risavis almost felt loose in comparison to Severina’s impossibly tight pussy, but she was still tight enough it felt amazing. There was a moment of resistance as her hymen tried vainly to keep me from satisfying the both of us, and I realized I had for a second forgotten that Risavis was still a virgin. I eased myself the rest of the way in through a series of small thrusts, splitting Risavis open gently before she grabbed my ass and pulled, begging to be fucked. I started thrusting with vigor, the sound of my hips slapping against her ass filling the room as the sleeping matrons began to stir.
I marveled once again that I was the only one who could feel all of my matrons, they could only feel me and what reverberated through me. So while I had felt Risavis and how full of need and lust she had been, the rest of the sleeping matrons were blissfully unaware, until they felt it infect me. I grinned. I’d woken up to Risavis learning how to give a blowjob, the rest of the elves were going to wake up to the reverberations of the orgasm as I emptied all the sperm I’d made over the hours of the night into Risavis.
“Master… please…” Risavis groaned.
She was primed and ready to explode the moment a single drop of cum touched her insides. Tight as elven pussy was, she didn’t have to wait much longer. I grabbed her hips, buried my cock in the tight, wet, warmth of her body, and boiled over, filling her with exactly what she wanted.
Risavis didn’t scream as the orgasm exploded, but several of the other Matrons moaned, waking to their bodies shaking in the shared orgasmic experience. Amura let out a high-pitched squeal before she realized what was happening and clamped a hand over her mouth.
Risavis continued to squirm under me, her pussy clenching and pulsing on my dick to milk every drop it could, her breasts rubbing my chest and perhaps driving one final jet of my seed into her.
“Hmmm… I could get used to waking that way,” Benavur groaned as the last ripples faded, and a chorus of groans agreeing chimed in.
“That was indeed an enjoyable start to the morning, but… Master, should you not preserve your strength for fighting the kanegs?” Tavorwen worried.
“I’m sure it will be fine,” I told her, pulling my fading erection from Risavis’s tender sex. “Besides, I fight at range. It’s not like I’ll be brandishing my sword against them. My guns should do all the work.”
Shortly later, after we had a chance to dress, a wild elf maiden came to collect us and guide us to breakfast, after all, Opheira had told us we’d receive the hospitality of the Wild Elves. The blush that filled the maiden’s cheeks as well as the glance at my crotch told me that at least some of the Wild Elves had gotten an earful of the clapping of Risavis’s ass against my thighs, if not more, and I winced, trying to figure out how to apologize.
Opheira beat me to the punch however when we arrived at breakfast.
“I see why you travel with so many matrons, Master Thomas. Twice in the span of two hours! What a feat! And you look none the worse for wear, though the same cannot be said of all of your Matrons.” She cackled.
Sevrina was definitely feeling last night’s activities and was almost bowlegged in her ginger steps. Risavis was faring better, but I could tell that the fucking she’d received had tired her, perhaps more than was wise. Neither of them would hear a word about staying back while we went to do the work we’d been assigned.
Halfway through the meal, I felt a flash of energy followed by a weight on my sigil finger. It made me drop my spoon full of the porridge-like mixture back into the bowl.
Every eye was on me.
“Is it…?” Tavorwen pressed excitedly.