“Oh, and Benavur, I think the reason there’s so much… spunk… is, well, it seems to be part of the boon I got from one of the goddesses earlier,” I told her. “Because not only was I able to cum that much, but it was my second climax with Laliera. Yulika was having her use her hand too much, and I came in her hand first.”
“Twice…” Benavur breathed, “… in rapid succession, with the same matron?”
“I suppose that means I must wait.” Anbethir sighed, “And I had just purged too.”
I could feel her disappointment and her horniness.
“Actually… it feels like I could still go more,” I confessed.
In fact, feeling her desire, I’d say my balls were starting to ache. Just a few minutes ago, I was blasting what felt like a gallon of cum into Laliera’s pussy, and now I was almost feeling the ache of blue balls… I hoped this wasn’t consistent, or I’d be stuck doing nothing but fucking my matrons, and I had a lot more work to do than that.
The result of my statement on my household was palpable. I knew they had all been satisfied with their time with me, but the thought of me being able to satisfy them all even if another had just been satisfied, was exciting news.
“So… I could have your love, now?” Anbethir pressed excitedly.
“Let’s do it,” I replied confidently.
There was a flurry as all the members of my house stripped, and Laliera’s eyes might have just tried to pop out of her head. I almost laughed. The Wood Elves, or High Elves as the Wild Elves seemed to prefer calling them, seemed to be very open in their discussion and acknowledgment of sexual subjects, whereas the Wild Elves were a lot more reserved about it. Yulika had told Laliera to get used to being around me while we were both naked and by the way she had said it, it seemed new matrons among the Wild Elves struggled to move from the strict morality of the unbounded Wild Elves to the high sexual expectations placed upon matrons. After all, you were expected to be constantly full of your master’s sperm and be bearing children as often as possible. So in a way, this was good for her, baptism by fire.
I was still naked and on the bed next to Laliera, so Anbethir was able to hop in bed as quickly as she could get naked. I was intrigued by how this would go, first because we were testing the limits of my new boon, and second because I could still feel the golden afterglow of the shared orgasm they had felt from Laliera’s explosive orgasm. Sure enough, Anbethir was soaking, her body begging to be fucked and bred. I could see the moisture running down her leg.
Laliera was in for a shock, however, because oral was something that seemed foreign to the elves but my matrons had picked up how much I liked it and were growing fond of it in turn. As Anbethir swirled her tongue around the head of my cock, Laliera let out an audible gasp. She couldn’t argue that it didn’t stiffen me right up though. Anbethir took my dick into her mouth, bobbing and swirling with a nice amount of suction. I think they were all worried about sucking too hard while pleasing me, and eventually, I’d probably inform them that they weren’t gonna hurt me with stronger suction, but then again, letting them discover bits like that was fun too. I could feel how sexy it made them feel to be pushing the frontiers of sex with their strange master.
As great as her blowjob was, her mouth wasn’t where Anbethir wanted my dick, so I wasn’t surprised when it didn’t last long. She quickly mounted me and let me sink into her depths.
“Oh master, I’ll never get enough of this.” She groaned and began kissing me with passion. Another seemingly new thing for Laliera, Anbethir gave her a great demonstration. Our tongues danced and tangled as she began lifting and dropping her hips to fuck herself with my dick.
I loved how my matrons were starting to develop their styles. Anbethir was really getting good at cowgirl. The way her muscles flexed and rippled as she engaged her legs to lift herself was an amazing feeling on my length.
I took a handful of her breasts and started playing with them. I loved the firm, supple breasts of any of my matrons in my hands, and the feel of their tight, erect teats. Their breasts were definitely small, in the A-cup to B-cup range, and I was totally okay with that. I knew eventually, as they got pregnant, their bodies would take on the curvier figures of a child-bearing matron, but for now, I was more than pleased with the assets they had.
“Oh, fuck.” I groaned when she pulled her lips away to breathe. “You do that so well.”
She grinned and redoubled her efforts. She hooked her heels in around my hips so she could pull down, not content to let gravity alone do the work of driving my dick into her hungry cunt.
“Oh shit…” I groaned before she claimed my mouth again with a passionate kiss.
I was surprised at how fast I was getting driven toward another climax. I knew from how long I’d lasted with Laliera that my boon of endurance hadn’t completely eliminated the time between my climaxes when my body refused to do as it should, but it did seem reduced. Anbethir was just riding me like a champ and my body was unable to deny her the reward she wanted.
As my climax gripped my groin, I grabbed her ass and pulled her down, making her groan in anticipation. Her groan turned to a moan as her lips slipped from mine, the orgasm caused by my sperm filling her womb, shaking her entire being.
I’d noted how many shots of cum I’d given Laliera and the fourteen shots was more than I’d ever thought possible. I counted another eight thick streams filling Anbethir. There was once again far too much for her to contain, and as the last two jets of cum rushed into her, she overflowed around my girth.
Anbethir tried to speak, but speech escaped her. She just laid down on me, her breasts pressed against my chest, almost making me want to go again.
Could I? I wasn’t sure. One thing I did notice was I was starting to get hungry, monstrously hungry. I guess it made sense with the amount of protein I had just put out, and my sweat said that despite the elves doing the majority of the work, I had still burned some calories.
But I felt fresh. Satisfied, but fresh. Like I could still go run a marathon. And running was not one of my favorite activities, but I felt like a marathon would be cake right now. Then I could dive right into another orgy.
Fuck, this boon was the shiz!
Despite my hunger, I allowed the nearly mandatory cuddle after Anbethir’s fucking. I’m not sure any of my matrons, or Amura, could walk or talk, let alone go eat after the orgasm that flooded them through our bond. It was interesting to me, elven males were essentially incapable of an orgy, or at least the Wood elven ones were, as after having sex once, they were spent and exhausted for at least a full day. Elven females, having evolved, or been made by their gods, to get as much pleasure as possible from the time their males could provide, had a very low threshold for orgasms and mind-blowing pleasure.
This meant that while it was easy to make them incredibly happy… I wonder what a real fucking orgy would do to them. An orgy where I just plastered as many of their wombs with as much cum as I could make. Use every magical trick and see how far this boon could go. I was sure I could nail at least four in rapid succession with how this had gone, and I was willing to bet that would be the most amazing thing any elf had ever participated in sexually. Part of me thought they would never be satisfied with anything else ever again, the other part of me suspected that too much pleasurable sexual stimulation would just make them pass out. The second option was less desirable, and the first one could be problematic, so I figured at least for now, I wouldn’t push for an orgy… well more of an orgy than this had been.
Once they were recovered, I suggested we go and get some food.
“Master, I was thinking we could return to Ealphamir,” Tavorwen suggested. “We could then eat at our own home, and not impose upon the hospitality of Shiavir any longer.”
She had a point.
“You’re right, but we should make sure to say a proper farewell,” I replied.
We dressed and while Laliera wasn’t entirely comfortable until she was covered properly by her clothing, I could tell she was less indignant and that meant that with time, she would get accustomed to the way we lived.
“Magnus is likely in the Hall of Council. He had much to plan and prepare still. If you ask one of the maidens of Shiavir, they will guide you there… I must go and collect my belongings, and my partner.” Laliera excused herself. “I will meet with you on the surface.”
Finding a maiden was easy, and she was happy to guide us to the Hall of Council. Magnus was busy in discussion with three other elders but they were unbothered as the discussion was suspended to bid us farewell.
“You may tell the elders of Ealphamir that emissaries of the Plains should be arriving in a few days’ time.” He informed us. “We hope that our bonds with our sisters in the forest may grow as fruitfully as has our bond with you. Go in peace, Holy One.”
Still wasn’t a fan of the title, but if that’s what they were gonna call me… there really wasn’t much I could do to change it.
We made our way to the surface and only had to wait a few minutes before Laleira arrived, her feline companion in tow. She told me it was called a Melkvir, and Melkvir had an aptitude toward flames. I definitely didn’t want to be on the cat’s bad side. But Laleira wasn’t the only one, however.