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Heilantu didn’t miss my meaning, and her hand went to her lower stomach. “Then it’s true? I am with child?”
I nodded.
Congratulations were had all around and Heilantu had to sit.
“I had hoped when I didn’t purge, and the craving for your attention didn’t return… but… to have it confirmed.” Heilantu cried, overwhelmed with happiness and pride, though the shame she held at the back of her mind told me the lesson had not been missed.
“We should send for a priestess!” Narusil declared in excitement. “See if Heilantu bears a son or daughter!”
Excitement rippled around the room, pausing only for a moment as all eyes turned to me. I realized they were awaiting permission, and I nodded to give it. Narusil stepped to the door, and her owl familiar quickly landed on her arm. A message was conjured and her familiar was on its way.
Laliera was intrigued, “You cannot be patient? You must pester the gods with questions to which you will learn the answers in due time?”
Diamiutar thought about it for a minute before replying, “Yes, the answer will be learned in time if the gods did not provide it, but the same could be said of healing, obtaining food, and many other things for which we request the god’s aid. In all things, we ask our gods, and when they deem it worthy of their attention, they provide that which we request. If the gods did not wish to bear us this news, the spell would go unfulfilled.”
Laliera nodded, “I suppose there is wisdom in that.”
I spent the time waiting for the priestess to arrive telling the matrons who had stayed at the house of what had happened on the plains. Tavorwen sat to one side, writing letters and probably reports on the same things I was discussing. I hoped one of the things she was working on was the request for more workers down in the den to help with the additional work the grass drakes and the Friror were causing.
When my story reached Magnus’s request, Diamiutar became thoughtful.
“We should have expected such a request.” She mused. “Your capacity for reproduction is a boon to whatever society accepts it. We should expect at least one matron, perhaps more, from each of the other elven peoples. They would be fools to ask for any less… especially if your theory about the abundance of males in your progeny.”
“Abundance of males?” Laliera asked with great interest.
“Well, Narusil bears him a son,” Diamiutar explained. “When we marveled at the fortune of his first child being a male, Master Thomas informed us that in his world, among his people, males and females are born with almost equal frequency. We believe he brings that capacity to us, hence Narusil bearing his son.”
“Half your people are male?” Laliera gasped.
I nodded.
“By Noriva’s grace… that half my children might be males… This would be a cause for celebration indeed.” Laliera breathed.
“So you can see our impatience to see if such a thing is true. It is not unheard of for a matron’s first child to be male, but… we must wait and see what news the priestess brings.” Diamiutar explained.
I finished the tale, how Laliera had won her spot as a matron and our bonding ceremony and the boons conferred on me there. I even told them of the perk I’d discovered relating to the boon of endurance.
“It is strange,” Laliera noted. “You say ‘endurance’, but was not the boon a gift of ‘endurance’?”
I looked at her for a second. “Oh, shit… um,… I hear the same word for each of those.” I explained.
“Ah, that explains it,” Narusil noted. “When you hear the word ‘endurance’ what does it mean to you?”
“Uh, well… the ability to do things without getting tired. The ability to be subjected to things for a long period of time without breaking or being overwhelmed. Or for something to not get worn down by time and weather.” I explained, hoping I was hitting at least most of the elements.
“I can see why the magic translated ‘endurance’ that way,” Laliera noted. “But ‘endurance’ means more than that. It is that, yes, but it also means to make greater. Like a meal with ‘endurance’ may feed more than a meal without it. Magic with ‘endurance’ will last longer and be more potent. A soldier with endurance may do the work of many, in less time. That is, likely, why your seed is multiplied. There are other means as well, but which meanings may apply, I do not know.”
God, I needed to actually learn the elven language. This mess of dealing with everything I heard being put through magical Google Translate was a pain.
“So your seed has more ‘endurance’ now?” Lymarith breathed excitedly. “You already were doing the work of many masters, but now you may do more?”
“Well, when Laliera’s elder was overseeing her first time, she underestimated how easy it is for you all to make me cum. I came into her hand, but then I was able to keep going, make love to her, and then make love to Anbethir as well.” I told them. “Do you remember how I was failing to perform for Narusil right after making love to Diamiutar that first time? Well, that won’t be a problem anymore.”
That was greeted with almost as much excitement as the approaching priestess was causing.
“That’s good!” Diamiutar breathed. “I was worried you would be overwhelmed if asked to take on too many more matrons from the sisters we have yet to visit, but if you have such capacity now, that is far less concerning.”
It was then that the priestess arrived. Or should I say Priestesses? Three of them arrived, one that was a mature maiden, and two that looked younger, I’d say if they were human they would look to be roughly fourteen years old, but for elves to reach that level of maturity, they were probably over the age of 85.
“Greetings, and may the blessing of the Host be with you.” The older one intoned with a bow, hand over her heart. The younger priestesses mimicked adorably.
“We received your request, and are here to fulfill it.” The older priestess explained, “This would be a good opportunity for young Iethomear to gain experience with such magics if it is permissible.”
“Of course.” Heilantu agreed.
The two young elves looked close enough in age it was impossible to tell which was younger, but one of them stepped forward to Heilantu.
“You are the matron blessed with a child?” She requested in a light girlish voice, trying to sound professional.
“Yes, priestess,” Heilantu replied with a smile.
“Then let us request of the gods.” She declared.
The young priestess held her hands in front of her, outstretched like some statue of Jesus. “Hei amari to covair al so meiva cal aem veur.” The young priestess chanted. Compared to when Gledril had performed the spell, the young priestess struggled with smooth pronunciation, but apparently, she was good enough.
Just like last time, small pinpricks of light began to twinkle around Heilantu’s waist, they got to be a little brighter, like little LEDs floating in the air around her, and then a green light flashed, forming a now familiar nimbus of light.
“The gods have seen fit to bless you with a son.” The priestess declared, trying not to bounce happily at the success of her spell.
While they maintained a facade of calm, my matrons were going crazy with excitement and jubilation on the inside.
“I know this must be a cause for great happiness for you. We will leave you to your celebrations.” The older priestess declared, collecting the young maidens and departing.
As soon as the door closed, the celebrations began. Heilantu and Narusil embraced, tears flowing freely. Risavis and Nauveir began a sort of celebratory dance together. Benavur pulled me down and kissed me in excitement, before running off to talk to Sevrina, and most of the rest began talking excitedly to each other. Amura sat in a corner, her face blank. Laliera had to sit, sinking into a chair.
“Two sons…” She breathed.
The maidens were all in celebration. Ignamith joined Risavis and Nauveir in their dance and the others began rushing about. Tellarin, Valentrine, Sarvourn, and Diamiutar were immediately planning a celebratory meal. Zanantha pulled out a small instrument, somewhere between a flute and a piccolo in size, and began to play a jaunty tune that Ulamir put words to. I could tell my translation was not quite the same in syllable count and rhythm, but Ulamir had a beautiful voice.
I only got to listen to part of the first verse, however, before Diamiutar took my hand.
“Master forgive me, but I ache for you…” She breathed. “Please do not make me wait any longer. The maidens prepare our meal. We can go to your chambers and relieve my suffering.”
I could feel that the degree to which she was craving me was only fairly deemed suffering. I remembered being told that some matrons, if they lost their master prematurely, ended up taking their own lives, and I could FEEL why. The gnawing hunger to be filled with my seed was like a fire in her, and there was only one way to fix it. A glance showed me Lymarith’s gaze was locked onto me, and I could feel her need just as strong.
I took Diamiutar’s hand and motioned to Lymarith, before leading Diamiutar down the hall to my bedroom.
It hadn’t been bad, living in the underground homes the Wild Elves had been forced into by the war with the Shadow Elves, but being back home in my tree in Ealphamir was a relief.
“I have high hopes I’ll be able to take care of both of you now,” I told them.
“I pray you may.” Lymarith groaned, “I know your absence was important, but it has been more than I could bear.”
We stripped quickly, and with how badly the two neglected matrons needed me, they required no foreplay to be absolutely soaking wet. The smell of sex hit my nose as soon as their undergarments were removed and it was like I’d taken a shot of Viagra. My dick was hard as steel and ready to go. Diamiutar had a whole extra day she’d been forced to wait, so I laid her out on the bed and slid into her. She locked her heels around my ass and could barely do more than moan as I pumped into her cunt. She didn’t care about the lesser orgasms that I tried to spoil my matrons with, all she wanted was sperm to slack the aching hunger in her womb.
Despite having fucked twice earlier in the day, my climax came on fast and hard, like I’d gone for days without getting laid. Diamiutar felt me begin to pulse and whimpered in anticipation. When the first jet of my sperm entered her womb, she groaned in satisfaction, her pleasure not the golden chime of a bell through our bond, but it was like I was standing inches from a great golden gong. Her hunger was immediately sated, as my semen flooded her.