I could tell she was miffed at me, and heavens knew why. With all the conflicting emotions I’d seen and had slipped through our bond, I wasn’t even sure she knew why.
I left her to finish her evening in peace and went back to the main sitting room and found it much as I had left it. A few of the elves were already preparing for bed, and with everything that had happened, Laliera was showing signs of her exhaustion.
“Pardon me, Master, but where do we sleep?” Laliera asked.
I suspected eventually it would eventually become a problem if Benavur and Laliera tried to always claim the spaces at my side in the bed in my room. I mean the bed could easily fit more than the three of us, at least two more… up to four more if we cuddled tight, but I was sure eventually they’d have to give others a turn. But for tonight, I didn’t think it would matter.
“Come, let me show you,” I told her.
She rose, and Benavur rose to join us as well. Laliera looked at her for a moment, clearly wishing we’d be alone, but reluctantly, she accepted it and we walked down the hall. I showed her where my room was. She looked at the bed and took in the room. At first, I could tell, she didn’t like the differences from what she was used to, but the softness and comfort of the bed started winning her over.
Benavur changed into a nightgown, and Laliera gave her an amused look before stripping nude and climbing into bed. I chuckled to myself, stripping down to my underwear. Laliera gave me an expectant look, and I said ‘fuck it’ and shed the underwear before climbing in bed. Benavur smiled and stripped to match us, snuggling up to me on my other side. And sandwiched comfortably between their soft bodies, I fell asleep.
I woke up with Benavur’s breasts pressed into my back, and Laliera in my arms, my hands naturally cupping her breasts. For half a second I panicked, thinking Laliera would think me a pervert for just groping her like this, then I remembered we were married… well, bonded… and she was the one who’d insisted on sleeping naked next to me. The worry was confirmed to be groundless, as Laliera reached up and took hold of my hands, squeezing them over her breasts and giving me a little free grope of her springy flesh. That was not the act of a woman offended that my hands were on her boobs.
“Good morning, Master.” Laliera simmered. “Matrons always said waking in the embrace of your master is the best… They weren’t wrong.”
My erection rose between her thighs, and she smiled looking down under her blankets at her thighs.
“Master… you are as virile as they said.” She breathed. “Do you need me to help you relieve that?”
“How would you help him?” Benavur asked, curiously propping herself up and looking at her curiously. “I’ve never heard of a matron being able to comfortably take her master before she purged.”
“While that may be true, I may still please him.” Laliera scoffed. “I could use my hand as I did under Yulika’s guidance.”
“You would waste his seed?” Benavur noted curiously.
“Is it not being ‘wasted’ as you say, any time he does not have a matron in need? What difference does it make whether it is wasted in his body or outside his body?” Laliera demanded.
I got a little excited. Okay, a little more excited. If she was open to a handjob, what else would she be open to? She’d seen Anbethir give me oral to prime me for vaginal intercourse. Would she be open to actually going the whole way?
“Or, you could try what you saw Anbethir do?” I suggested hopefully.
She looked over her shoulder at me, “You mean when she suckled on you, like a calf on her mother’s teat?”
I couldn’t tell if she was disgusted or intrigued.
“This could bring you relief? Where would your seed be spent?” She demanded.
“Well, either I could warn you when I was about to cum, and you could remove your mouth and either let it coat your skin, which some… females… back home really liked. Or you could let it just fill your mouth and you could swallow it.” I told her.
It was still a little weird, calling women ‘females’. But I still remembered Tavorwen’s reaction to the word ‘woman’.
“Your females drink your seed?” Laliera noted with interest.
That wasn’t a no! In fact, it sounded like an ‘I might try it’.
“Yep!” I told her. “In fact, if you try and swallow the head, the seed can go right down your throat. Some girls preferred that if they didn’t like the taste.”
“Strange… If you desire it, I could try.” Laliera shrugged. “As your matron, it is my duty to ensure your needs are met.”
“I can’t wait to see this!” Benavur noted with excitement, moving to give me space.
I laid on my back and Laliera crawled between my legs, she still seemed mystified and awed by the male body. She took my very erect length in her hands and gave it a few test strokes.
“Any counsel, master?” She asked before beginning.
“Use lots of tongue and lots of lip,” I told her. “You can suck a fair amount, and it won’t cause any issues. Be careful with your teeth. And when the head reaches the back of your throat, you can try to swallow the tip, and that helps with gagging when it reaches the back of your throat.”
“Then I will attempt.” She told me.
Watching her wrap her lips around my dick was hot as fuck. She slowly worked more and more of my length into her mouth, her tongue playing and licking the bottom of my shaft. I groaned and she met my gaze and her eyes smiled, as if her mouth couldn’t. She pressed forward until my head touched the back of her throat and she had to pull back as she gagged a touch. She started working my rod, experimenting as I just fucking loved what she was doing. Maybe she wasn’t as skilled as a skilled cocksucker on Earth, but her earnest effort was great. She kept pushing to the back of her mouth, and while I didn’t expect much, after a few minutes, my head slipped into the massaging tightness of her throat.
“Oh, fuck…” I moaned. “That’s amazing.”
Laliera looked up at me triumphantly. I slipped out of her throat, and she pulled back, taking breaths. “I did well? That is how it is done?”
“Yeah, that’s exactly how you do it.” I encouraged her.
She dipped back down and led my head to the back of her mouth before devouring it again, letting it slip into her throat. She kept licking my shaft, as she pressed forward until her nose touched my crotch.
“By the gods,” Benavur gasped. “How are you doing that?”
Laliera’s mouth tightened around my cock as she smiled with pride. She was clearly playing around with what I liked and didn’t, but fuck it was great.
“Oh shit. I’m gonna cum.” I told her. “Where do you want it?”
She pulled back, took a breath, and swallowed my cock again, deep down her throat. She locked eyes with me and her tongue worked overtime.
“Oh… shit. Here it comes.” I groaned.
My hands naturally grabbed her head as my load shot straight down her throat. She initially pulled back a touch in surprise, then kept my cock down her throat until she couldn’t hold her breath any longer. She pulled out, and her mouth filled with the next shot of my cum before she pulled off, her cheeks full of cum, and her nostrils flaring as she gasped for air. The next spurt hit her in the face, making her flinch back so my last two shots hit her right in the tits.
“Fuck.” I panted. “That was great.”
Laliera swallowed the mouthful of cum she was left with, her face thoughtful. “It is strange… its taste is… Not bad, but the lingering flavor…”
“Every girl I’ve heard says it takes getting used to,” I told her.
“Yes, I’m sure it does.” She noted, wiping the cum that was running down her chin. Then she glanced at Benavur who was eyeing my cock like she might try it herself, before her eyes returned to mine. “But if it pleases my master, I am happy to learn this skill.”
Oh, dear… The last thing I wanted was my matrons trying to one-up each other and fights breaking out. A knock interrupted my deliberations on how to deal with this before it became a problem.
“Master Thomas! If you wish to eat breakfast before we report to the Council, you must get up now.” The voice on the other side of the door was either Diamiutar or Nauveir… the two had similar voices.
“I’ll be out in a minute,” I assured her and started climbing from the bed.
Laliera took her time, rising and finding a towel before cleaning my cum from her face and tits. It was almost like she was trying to get Benavur to watch… or maybe get jealous. Benavur however seemed oblivious to the posturing of the other she-elf and climbed from the bed and dressed. Laliera found the Wood Elf garb too small and not to her liking, instead elected to re-wear what she had arrived in. I realized she hadn’t had very much at all when it came to belongings, and all she had was in a pack she had brought and I hadn’t seen since she arrived.
I’d have to ask Lymarith to make her more clothes. Even with magic capabilities to clean clothes as you wore them… I couldn’t imagine having only one set of clothes was what any female wanted, regardless of race. I remembered someone mentioning fashion had fallen by the wayside in the wake of the Massacre, but even if your clothes weren’t a fashion declaration, every woman wants to be beautiful, whether just for themselves or a partner.