“Love is not created in three weeks.” Opheira chided. “Your lust may be honorable, but lust is all that it is.”
“Are you calling me a pervert?” I demanded.
“No, not at all.” Opheira laughed even harder.
“Master,” Tavorwen chided. “Lust is natural and good. It is what leads us to propagate our species. Nothing could be more natural, save perhaps hunger or the desire for sleep. But it is not love. Love is an emotional connection, built over years of working, living, and aiding one another.”
“Do elves never marry for love then?” I demanded.
“Marry? If you are asking if a master and maiden ever love each other before being bound, then rarely.” Opheria stated bluntly. “If you are using your definition, most masters lust for the maidens they choose, and if a maiden didn’t lust for her future master, she wouldn’t accept the ritual.”
“We seem to think of love differently,” Tavorwen admitted with a smile. “What do you mean when you say love?”
“I don’t know… it’s more than just thinking you are sexy… which you all are, but… it’s hard to explain.” I muttered.
“What you feel is lust,” Opheira repeated. “You can love anyone with enough time and effort. It is why maidens are willing to accept almost any master that will take them.”
“Master, as nice as it is to know how you feel about all of us,” Risavis stepped in, “you haven’t even seen who will win their tournament. And regardless, would you not enjoy making love to a maiden, not of your choosing?”
Before I came here, I would have answered with something like ‘Pussy is pussy’. I’d tried picking up chicks in bars and all sorts of places, and while I got regularly turned down, I guess it was just weird feeling obligated to basically marry and fuck someone who I’d never even met.
Opheira looked over my maidens, appraisingly, “I doubt you’ll have any trouble with whatever maiden wins the tournament. Your tastes are broad enough.”
I looked at my matrons, and for half a second I almost said “But all my matrons are so similar”, but the more I looked at them, and remembered all of the elves I had seen, I realized that they really weren’t. It was like someone who had never lived around anyone of a different race and then visited Africa or Asia. Saying all my matrons looked the same would be like saying all Asians looked the same or all Africans looked the same. The things that elves would consider vastly different just didn’t matter to me.
I suppose if the differences didn’t matter to me, then they didn’t really matter. And if they didn’t matter, and I suppose it was how Opheira and the others said and I could grow to love whoever it was.
“I guess you’re right… It’s not like I have a choice anyway.” I conceded.
“Oh, I’ve heard you ‘suffering’ to please your matrons.” Opheira laughed. “I’m sure it will be a great sacrifice on your part to continue to do so.”
I blushed a touch, but hey, was she wrong?
A few minutes later, a pair of attractive young maidens came to collect us and lead us to where we’d stay. The Elders and members of The Vorinth Hratha were given a room and spoke to the maidens for a minute before they took us and led us to a separate room. The room had one large bed and several smaller beds.
“Elder Magnus said to inform you that each Hratha is to have their maidens arrive for the tournament tomorrow. The following day, the tournament will be held and your new matron selected.” One informed me, her eyes wandering obviously to my crotch, then widening in shock when a bulge started to form.
What can I say? The thought that in two days she might be my new matron taking my dick like a champ as I popped her cherry was hot.
The two hurried away sharing a look and I realized rumors of the size of my manhood would probably be spread through their entire Hratha, if not the entire Wild Elven people.
The curtain closed and I turned to Nauveir, who quickly got very excited. Everyone knew she was the last one to get the chance to partake in the wonders of sex. And the rush to prepare the large central bed indicated that everyone else was equally excited. It was even more of a turn-on when I realized Ulamir and Zanantha were the first ones to pull the blankets back. They may not be matrons, but none of the matrons were objecting, not even when they started stripping like everyone else.
I’d already had an erection, but the sight of my naked maidens, as well as my virgin matron, got me extremely turned on. I shed my clothes as quickly as my matrons but my hesitation upon realizing Ulamir and Zanantha were prepping and getting naked too left me dropping my undergarments as Nauveir placed a hand on my chest and gently pushed me back on the bed.
“I’ve been waiting to try this.” She breathed as she laid me back, then she lowered herself down and went to give me a blowjob like several of the others had.
“Mhm, get over here,” I growled and I hauled her up, spinning her around, and planted her pussy directly on my face, with her face down toward my legs. I had to admit, I was excited, Every girl I’d been with on Earth that I had purposed 69 to had always said they’d rather just take turns, so this was a bit of a bucket list item for me, and as my tallest matron, Nauveir was probably the only one tall enough to reach my cock with her mouth while her pussy was on my face.
She squeaked in surprise as my tongue slipped from her clitoris to the end of her slit, and I had to put a hand on her ass to keep her pussy in my mouth. Realizing she probably didn’t understand, I put my hand that wasn’t pulling her ass to my face on her lower back and gently eased her down. She wasn’t stupid and figured out pretty quickly what I was getting at, and her hand wrapped around my dick, and a moment later the amazing wetness of her mouth wrapped around my cock. I sucked on her clit and groaned, letting the vibrations add to the sucking sensation as I ate her out, but mostly just groaned because fuck this was fabulous. If the excitement and arousal from our bond were any indication, she found this just as hot as I did, and that only made my dick pulse in her mouth. I fumbled around until I found her breasts and began to squeeze and tease them as my tongue danced and swirled over her sensitive folds.
Luckily, I was better at pleasing her this way than she was at pleasing me, so when her hips shook around my head as the first orgasm hit her, I was still barely starting to build. And unsurprisingly, before I was anywhere near shooting my load in her mouth, she popped her mouth off my cock and switched positions.
“Sorry, Master, but I need you in me… I need you to fill me.” She breathed.
As in control as she was, she plunged down hard, popping her cherry fast, like ripping off a bandaid, and started bucking and grinding wildly. I grabbed two handfuls of her tits and she responded by kissing me. I pinched her nipples and slipped my tongue into her mouth as she gasped from the stimulation. My matrons never seemed to think about turning a simple kiss into a tongue kiss, but once I introduced them to the idea, they loved it.
I glanced around the room and saw my matrons, all naked and several of them lightly touching themselves, their arousal dwarfed and hidden by Nauveir’s, It was so hot, my balls ached and boiled, and I didn’t have to pull Nauveir down to fully enter her, because when she felt my cock throb and felt my arousal peak, she grabbed my hips and forced herself down on me.
“Oh Masterrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!” She moaned as my cum flooded her womb.
I laid back, feeling my head pressed against her sexy little cervix as I shot six squirts of pleasure right into her, feeling the orgasm each induced, each stronger than the one before it. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Tavorwen, who had been watching with her legs spread and lightly playing with her clit, tremble and cum, then watched the shared orgasm take each of my matrons in turn, amazed and blissful in my own climax.
I suppose getting to climax without having to do the work was a major perk of sharing a master for these elves, and it made sense to me that they would be okay sharing a master if they still got something out of it. I wondered how much the matrons stuck back at our home in Ealphamir got to enjoy these distant orgasms. Already, if my memory served, Diamuitar and Lymarith would be ready and anxious to get sated again. Heilantu was pregnant or she would be craving it starting at some point today, but luckily I’d learned with Narusil that pregnancy relieved a she-elf who’d had sex of her cravings for it.
It was like they were built to share a master. The thought came to me unbidden. If X’Thallion had made them this way, I wondered why. I made a mental note to ask him one of these days when I saw him next.
Nauveir collapsed on top of me. “Oh, yes…” She groaned. “It’s just as good as you said.”
“What? Did you think I was lying?” Creadean chuckled. “Receiving the joy through the bond gets better after you’ve had it once too.”
I sighed and enjoyed cuddling as many matrons as could fit and climbed onto the bed to cuddle.
“You know, you certainly know how to make sure every maiden in the plains competes as hard as possible for the position as your matron.” Tavorwen laughed, nestling my arm between her breasts.
“Well, they didn’t exactly give us great privacy.” I chuckled. “What am I supposed to do, not have sex?”
The matrons all laughed.
“Master, sometimes we forget you are not from this world.” Risavis chuckled.
“Greecka!” Tavorwin called, and with a grinding sound, a stone door rose from the underside of the doorway and blocked the entire doorway.
“Wait… so we’ve just been fucking this entire time… basically with the door open for anyone to hear?” I demanded.
“Yes,” Nauveir admitted. “But I don’t care. Let the jealous maidens listen.”
“The Mountain Elves use the same magic,” Creadean noted lazily.
I was equal parts confused and embarrassed.
“Why didn’t any of the Vorith say anything?” I demanded.
“Opheira said they enjoyed listening.” Benavur replied from her position nestled between my legs. “We thought you were doing it on purpose, and honestly, being flaunted like that… makes you feel like a sex goddess.”
Note to self: My elves like a little exhibitionism.
I had a realization. “I can’t stop having the door open when we make love, can I?”
“Well, you could…” Sevrina conceded. “But you’d probably have a lot of disappointed maidens if you did.”