Lymarith bit her lip and tried not to cry in jealousy.
“Quick, lie down,” I told her as the fifth shot sprayed into Diamiutar’s hungry depths. Lymarith wasn’t about to argue, but laid down, her legs spread in anticipation.
If all her body really wanted was cum, Diamiutar was almost full. As my eighth stream of thick, warm sperm filled Diamiutar, I quickly pulled out, turned, and drove my length home in Lymarith. The next spurt made Lymarith swoon, her hunger satisfied. And I finished out my now almost insane dump into my second needy matron. Her cum orgasm came on just as strong as Diamiutar’s had, and I felt like my muscles were jelly for a second from the overwhelming sensation.
The two lay next to each other, grateful to finally be free of the hunger that had filled them.
“Damn,” I muttered. “You got that bad with me being delayed by just three or four days?”
“It is a difficult thing, to know the pleasure and to wet your body’s hunger then to go without.” Diamiutar agreed. “But… if we all avoided the chance of feeling such need… the entire elven people would cease to exist.”
Fuck, and I thought teenagers were horny.
“Though…” Lymarith giggled. “The satisfaction was almost worth the suffering. It was as though I received a fine meal after a fast. Hunger is the best seasoning, they say, and this hunger made our love far more satisfying.”
Diamiutar relaxed and savored the afterglow, “You are not wrong, dear Lymarith.”
After allowing them a moment to recover, we emerged and prepared for dinner. A few subtle winks let me know that the other matrons had enjoyed the surprise sensation as the orgasms hit them. Laliera just looked away bashfully, the experience being so new to her, and as little time as she’d had to adjust from the old expectations of Wild Elf society to the vastly different experience of living as my matron. Amura remained curious, but aloof, her emotions unreadable.
As we ate, Tavorwen informed me that she had reported to the Generals about our success and we had received a request to report to the Council in the morning. I just nodded, enjoying a tender, hot piece of some kind of poultry. Debriefing was fairly standard, and while I seemed to exist outside the currently existing military structure, they’d want to know everything that was going on.
“I also requested additional support for the Den Keepers and Botanists to assist in the modification of one of the unused aviaries.” Tavorwen continued. “We should have everything prepared within the week for our new partners.”
A week was a touch slower than I liked, but from what I was learning, Elven society generally moved at a snail’s pace, everything about me and how I had changed their society had seemed to be at a blistering fast pace to them. We could accept a slight slowing on this to help the Council still feel in charge and respected.
I enjoyed a rare relaxed evening with my household. Benavur had liked to remain as close to my side since she became my matron, and Laliera too seemed to want to remain as close to me as possible. Benavur was sewing on something, and Laliera wrote in something that looked like a journal. The elves didn’t seem to have invented couches yet, so instead of sitting up against me, they had to be content sitting at my side. Heilantu and Narusil seemed to have a newfound sense of camaraderie as the two sat close together whispering. Anbethir was working on some sort of enchanting project, sharing observations with Lymarith beside her. Creadean had claimed a desk and was working on what looked like a map. Many of my other matrons and maidens read books or scrolls.
I sat watching. Laliera was already looking like she belonged here. She was proof that we had gone and helped her people and now they were counted among our allies. It wasn’t enough though. We had to reach out to the remaining elves. We’d managed in a pretty timely manner. And with my new boons, it had been a resounding success. But we couldn’t sit back on our laurels and let time go to waste.
My boons. I’d received three of them. Strength, from X’Thallion, Endurance, from Elglathar, and whatever the magic gift was, from Noriva. The strength had been a subtle thing, everything seeming to be much lighter and easier to manipulate. The gift of endurance had had immediate and noticeable effects. The gift of magic… What would it do?
“What plagues your thoughts, Master?” Mavrin asked, putting her scroll down.
“I’m just… curious. When X’Thallion gave me the boon of strength, I was just… stronger. When Elglathar gave me the boon of endurance, or however you say it, it just happened. But what is the gift of magic from Noriva going to DO?” I admitted.
“It could be any number of things,” Narusil admitted. “When you say ‘magic’ it seems many of our words are all combined into that one word for you. Sisters, what did the Goddess actually say?”
Sevrina was the first to speak. “I believe her words were ‘My boon is a gift of magic. The elements shall answer thy will and answer thy call.’, or those were the words as closely as I can recall.”
They thought hard.
“…’The elements shall answer thy will and answer thy call’. That could mean so many things.” Narusil mused. “Already you begin to have a grip on elemental spells, but why then would this be a boon.”
“But the laws of magic are well recorded,” Mavrin noted. “It is not as though they are a mere suggestion. To use elemental spells, you have to follow the proper steps.”
I laughed, it made me think of superhero movies back home. I remembered watching the “Fantastic Four” movie, where Chris Evans had played the Human Torch. “Yeah, it’s not like I could just…” I snapped my fingers and opened my hand like Chris had to have fire fill his hand.
I chuckled for half a second looking at the flames filling my palm… then it clicked. My hand was on fire.
“AH!” I yelped, flicking my hand to throw the fire from my hand. The fire immediately went out.
Everyone, myself included, was in shock.
“What in the realm of Palloranth, was that?” Tavorwen breathed.
“I… I don’t know.” I admitted. “I just…” I snapped my finger, “… and there was fire.”
This time, my snap didn’t do anything.
“What were you thinking about?” Sevrina jumped in.
“I was thinking about…” I muttered.
The Human Torch is a character who manipulates fire, and specifically when he has filled his hand with fire.
“… a character from my home world that manipulated fire.” I breathed.
“Try again.” Mavrin urged.
I thought about the fire and snapped. Orange flames filled my hand. The head of the fire was enough to be pleasant to me, but no more. Nothing seemed to be burning, there were just… flames.
“By Talnir…” Narusil breathed. “How is this possible?”
“I don’t know!” I laughed nervously. “I barely know anything about magic, but…”
I closed my hand and the flame disappeared. I opened my fingers to show the flames were gone, then snapped again and the flames filled my hand again.
“… it works.” I conceded.
“Can you only command flames?” Sevrina pressed.
Oh, boy. That was a terrifying thought. I extinguished the flames. Who else could I emulate? Man, I wish I had been more of a nerd! I hadn’t really had time for superhero cartoons or movies, but I had watched a few… How could I…
Well… for once the plague of Disney pushing everything constantly might help me. No one here had to know where I got my inspiration… right?
I swallowed, I was secure in my masculinity. I could do this.
I took a breath then swirled my hands around each other like Elsa did at the beginning of Frozen, and formed a ball of ice between my hands. (Fuck you, Tony, for making me watch Frozen.)
“Ice also obeys you.” Creadean marveled.
“Fire and ice obey, what about lightning?” Risavis breathed.
Okay, what superheroes used lightning? My first thought was a clip I saw of this newer hero, I think his name was something like Static Shock. He just held up his hands or fingers and electricity just… went.
I flicked my hands to dismiss the ice, then held up my hands and thought about it, and a thin arc of electricity linked my fingers. It was so fucked up. I’d been tased before, I’d touched charged wires before and shocked myself, but this… this didn’t feel anything. It was a slight tingle, like a slightly charged needle touching my skin where the arc of electricity made contact.
“This is marvelous!” Narusil gasped. “Not only can you command the elements, but you can do so without overwhelming power! You seem to have complete control over the elements you channel.”
Narusil was right. My spells had done everything from freezing my hand to knocking me flat on my ass because I wasn’t able to control them, not really. I had been able to run through the elements of the three spells I’d cast, but there wasn’t so much as a singed hair or mildly cold hand.
“Wow.” I breathed. The blue lightning between my hands was somehow beautiful. I spread my fingers and let bolts connect each of my fingers to its matching pair, making a series of bars of electricity. A thought passed through my head and with a simple nudge of thought, the column split and linked making a spider web of electricity between my fingers.
This didn’t make sense. Electricity didn’t work this way. Electricity found the easiest path from point A to point B and followed it. But I could mold it and make it dance with a thought, instead of acting as it should.
“Such fine control… it truly does obey your command.” Laliera marveled, seeing the lightning branch, meld and dance at my whim.
With a thought I dismissed the electricity, and it disappeared as if it had never been there. I stared at my hands. What would people back on Earth give to be able to do what I had just done? I still didn’t know the limits of what I could do. I had barely scratched the surface. There would have to be a lot of experimentation and testing, and who knows how we could do that safely. Human Torch could fly, I wondered if I could too.