“You are well enough.” The healer declared. “With a good night’s rest, you should be able to resume your normal activities tomorrow.”
I noticed her eyes wandering my mostly uncovered body before she saw me notice and she looked away and hurried from the room.
My strength was quickly returning, and since I’d eaten some kind of dinner, I found myself jittery. I checked on Flendreir and Mavrin, who both assured me they were fully recovered from the results of our misadventure. I knew one thing I used to do to help calm myself was find a calm place and jack off, but I think my matrons would be aghast at the waste of my sperm. However, I still had three virgins who would happily let me blow off some steam by blowing my load into them.
As my erection began to swell and I couldn’t resist ogling the assets of my available virgin matrons. Maybe I was just getting really horny, but Flendreir’s ass was looking amazing, as were Mavrin’s tits and Nauveir’s legs and the pop of her waist to her hips.
My matrons seemed to pick up on the direction my brain was going, as Risavis grinned and quickly closed the curtains. Mavrin, Flendrier, and Nauveir began eyeing me and could clearly see me appreciating what they brought to the table. Damn, it was great having my girls that, more than not caring if I ogled them, liked my eyes dwelling on their bodies.
“Master, you are barely recovered.” Mavrin teased. “Are you really ready to be engaging in such activities?”
A moment’s reflection showed me that while she was the one to give me an out, she was also the one who wanted me between her legs the most.
“Let me show you just how ready I am,” I told her, catching her hand and pulling her over.
I kissed her and began letting my hands roam her body, teasing her breasts and ass through her battle mage garb. She was so light in my arms and she quickly started shedding anything that could get in the way of me touching her skin. As soon as her breasts were free, my lips locked around her left nipple, swirling it with my tongue and sucking as I squeezed her other and lightly pinched her lonely nipple.
Mavrin moaned and paused her stripping, loving every moment of the attention being lavished on her breasts. I kept my mouth glued to her tits and laid her back, pulling what remained of her clothing off as I continued my hungry assault on her body. I don’t know who it was, but my undergarments were untied and slipped from my legs as Mavrin squirmed and moaned under me. My fingers stroked the folds of her pussy and my thumb vibrated on her clitoris, making her first lesser orgasm bloom. I had to release her nipple for a second so my shirt could be pulled over my head, and then I was back at it.
“Master…” Mavrin groaned. “I need you in me. Don’t make me wait.”
I was horny for her anyway, so it didn’t take much convincing as the last garments were plucked from my body. I lined my cock up with her soaked and aroused pussy. I didn’t want to just slam into her, so I placed my head at her opening and gently began to push.
Mavrin whined like a puppy, pulling on me as her virgin hole stretched to accommodate my girth. I felt her hymen catch my head, and for a moment she put a hand on my chest to tell me to stop as she became accustomed to being speared. Then she wrapped her arms around me and held on, nodding to tell me she was ready. With a gentle thrust, her hymen surrendered to our love. Mavrin let out a yelp, but having done this multiple times now, I knew all I had to do was really get going and the minor discomfort of being deflowered would fade and be dwarfed by how good it felt to get rocked by my rod.
My thrusts rapidly turned her yelp into moans. I wanted to kiss her, but it wasn’t comfortable contorting down to kiss her, since I was so much taller than her. I thrust fast, my hips slapping against her ass as I bottomed out in her each time.
“Here… it… comes!” I grunted and grabbed her hips, pushing as deep into her as I could and releasing.
Mavrin’s back arched, making her breasts stand tall, as her mouth opened in a silent scream, her eyelids fluttered and her hands grabbed handfuls of the bedding underneath us. I couldn’t resist and squeezed her presented breasts as my dick pulsed, filling her with the cream that drove her to mind-blowing orgasm. I could feel the difference the groping made as the orgasmic ripples were even better as her tits were groped and continued to do so until I was spent, every drop of sperm that could be emptied into her womb settled in her depths.
I sat back and wiped the sweat from my brow. The jitters were gone, though Mavrin’s legs were jittering now. I found that highly acceptable. Content and happy, I laid down next to her and sleep overtook me.
I felt like shit the next morning, but was functional.
“Are you not fully recovered?” Tavorwen demanded in concern when she saw how delicately I was moving.
“I mean, is that surprising?” I groaned. “If I were back on earth it would take at least a few weeks to recover from something like that.”
“Do you truly heal so slowly? Tavorwen noted. “I suppose this is really our first time having to help you in this way. Let me see what I can do to help you be ready.”
Again she laid her hands on my back and began to chant in a low voice. The soothing cool energy flowed into me again, running much faster through me and getting me feeling much better.
When she finished, Tavorwen excused herself and hurried away. I recognized the signs of a woman needing the restroom and didn’t question anything.
Breakfast was again a simple porridge. Anbethir ate quickly and returned to her work modifying my boots. The rest of us took our time. We were waiting for Anbethir to finish on my boots and the Wild Elves to fashion my light blade, so we could relax.
Tavorwen settled beside me, and I could feel a sense of horniness from her that surprised me. It apparently wasn’t hard for her to figure out I had picked it out.
“Sorry, master… my body just purged and I feel empty.” She admitted with some embarrassment.
I looked around and noticed the lack of Wild Elves showing up to tell me that my sword was ready.
“Well, can’t have you running around empty,” I told her and pulled her back to the bedroom by her hand.
God, I loved having all these matrons I could just fuck. I’d always had high libido, and damn it was great not having to settle for shooting into tissues.
I threw the curtain closed behind us and kissed her, pulling off her clothes as she stripped me. I guided her down to the bedding and she immediately took hold of my manhood and guided it to her yearning sex. I thrust into her and she hooked her heels around my hips and pulled her pussy up and into my crotch, grinding and drawing my cock as deep into her as she could. I supported myself on one hand as the other took hold of her ass she ground into me and squeezed the supple flesh as I pulled myself into her making her groan and pant.
“Master, fill me. I want to feel your essence fill the void in me.” She moaned into my ear, literally holding her body above the ground so she could grind her crotch into mine and her breasts into my chest.
“Oh, fuck…” I groaned in turn.
The raw sexual energy fucking any of my matrons was freaking ball-rocking. They continually shocked me that they could crave me more, and our shared emotions as we melted together only drove it higher. I could never last, but what was I supposed to do when every thrust was into the ungodly tight pussies of my matrons not only felt fucking perfect on my dick but while I couldn’t feel the sensation of my dick stretching and pleasuring the nerves in her pussy, the resulting emotions and enjoyment flowed through our bond and added to the stimulation that made my balls boil.
Our sex was hot and fast, and as my climax hit, I sat up, pulling her up with me and using both hands on her ass, as well as the assistance of gravity to press into her as my balls released the flood of semen into her womb. Her explosive orgasm made me see stars, the tight wetness of her sex pulsed on my erupting cock, and her breasts pressed into me driving me wild.
“Oh!… Master… give me more!” She swooned, grinding and pulling tight to me until I was empty. “Oh, I adore being full of you.”
I sighed and laid our entangled bodies down, cuddling her as we drifted down from the sexual high.
“Fuck…” I breathed.
One day I’d figure out how to have a longer fuck session with my matrons… surely somehow we could make it work, but fast, hard, and raw seemed to be the preferred method for elves to get their itch scratched.
“I can’t tell if I’d rather be blessed with your child quickly, or continue to enjoy the bliss of partaking of this rite with you.” She breathed.
“Man, I’d keep doing this even if you were pregnant. It’s kinda weird to me that as soon as you’re pregnant you stop fucking like this.” I admitted.
“Why would my body continue to desire insemination when I already am with child?” Tavorwen countered. “It would be inefficient. Do your matrons in your homeland continue to demand the time and attention of their masters when they have successfully conceived their child?”
I chuckled. “Well, first off, tell any female back home that the man knocking her up was her ‘master’ and she’d probably tear you a new one. But yeah, they still take dick once they’re pregnant. Lots of them would say once they’re carrying a man’s kid they deserve sex more than any other point.”
“Your females are unfathomable.” Tavorwen declared, shaking her head.
“Well, most of them have their pick of the men, and can have as many as dozens of men that they take to bed.” I informed her.
“Why would they…? This is beyond my capacity to understand.” She breathed. “Do matrons bond to more than one master where you are from?”
“No, they just enjoy this… before they are bounded,” I told her.
Tavorwen looked at me in concern. “Your gods allow such behavior?”