“… but that same day, he made love to myself and Lymarith…” I heard Diamiutar say, “That means he was able to make love to four of us in a single day.”
“Could likely do more,” Laliera noted. “As I accidentally wasted the blessing of his loins once attempting to prepare him with my hand.”
“We should tell the Council. How many more maidens could he allow the blessings of motherhood?!” Narusil celebrated.
“Is that all you think about?” Laliera chastised, “Should we not consult our Master? It is strange enough that I must share him, but you would parade a stream of new maidens before our master as though he were but breeding stock? Have you ever considered that this is why your males are so weak? Our males must only satisfy one matron and they remain strong and capable.”
I needed to step in.
“Hey now, enough of that.” I jumped in. “We’re not here to fight each other! We’re a family. We support and uplift each other. We do not attack each other, or each other’s people.”
“Feel free to mock my people all you want,” Amura grumbled. “The Grea-… The Gods know they deserve it.”
That left everyone feeling a touch awkward.
“I only know sparse details…” Laliera apologized. “But how did you…?”
Amura didn’t need her to finish the statement. “My mother is Kathra.”
That gave Laliera a start.
“She deemed me a failure of a daughter, stripped me of my position in the family, and bound me with this sigil.” She declared shortly. “Then when Master Thomas began sending my sisters to the gates of hell by the dozen, she saw an opportunity and gave me to him to buy a Respite… After all, daughter of the Queen of the Shadow elves… by technicality that makes me a princess, and she ransomed me to Master Thomas to meet the conditions.”
“But that is not just the mark of a slave, but the mark of a womb-binding…” Laliera noted. “So you are his mind, body, soul, and sex?”
“And?” Amura grumbled.
“I was given to understand you were not… had not…” Laliera murmured.
It wasn’t hard to see where she was going. “Just because she was enslaved doesn’t mean I’m going to push myself on her like that,” I informed Laliera. “Amura will get to choose if and when that happens.”
Laliera looked from me to Amura and back. “I am still confused. Amura, is not the opportunity to partake appealing?”
Amura blushed dark purple.
“Let’s leave that be for now.” I gently encouraged her.
“I assure you, his penis is divine as it fills you with his essence.” Laliera encouraged. “And he is more than-”
“I SAID, let’s leave that be for now.” I insisted.
Laliera shrugged. “I suppose our people are indeed different. Time was that unbound maidens would submit themselves to such marks so that they might be owned and bred, for among my people a Master may only have one matron, but a slave or two was not unacceptable. Such practices have long since been forbidden. I first assumed Amura had done so willingly. I meant no offense.”
“We need to change the subje-WOW!” I muttered, grabbing my left hand. There it was again! With shock, I looked at my hand. I saw each band as they crowded on my hand.
“Is it…” Diamiutar podded with earnest excitement.
“Yeah, we have another pregnancy,” I noted, trying to figure out who the band belonged to. I followed the bond that emanated from it and my eyes landed… on Benavur.
Our eyes met and she gazed happily up at me, excited to hear who of her sisters bore my next child. Then she looked around and caught my eye again, before realizing why I was staring. Her hand rose to her mouth.
“ME?” She gasped.
“That’s what the bond says,” I assured her.
A hand went protectively to her stomach and her emotions became a whirlwind.
Everyone gathered around her in excitement.
“There is yet time in the day!” Narusil declared. “We should send for a cleric to determine the sex!”
“Oh, yes please!” Benavur begged.
I smiled and settled into a seat.
“Master,” Laliera acknowledged me, pulling up the seat next to me. “Forgive me if I misspoke, or was out of line earlier… I am just unaccustomed to the ways of my… sister matrons.”
I shrugged, “It’s fine, just next time if I say we should drop a subject… let’s drop the subject.”
“I understand…” She accepted, then paused like she would say more.
“What is it?”
“Is it true that you have already impregnated two matrons, in less than a month, and both bear sons?” She asked, disbelieving.
“That’s what the bond and the priestesses said,” I confirmed.
She held her lower stomach. “So I could…”
I shrugged. “Narusil got pregnant the first time. Benavur and Heilantu on their second. The rest… still seeing when it will happen. Tavorwen was the first and she still isn’t pregnant, so who knows.”
“Such virile seed.” She hummed happily, “I will be overjoyed when it is my turn to bear a child.”
It didn’t take long for the priestess to arrive. As before, she performed the spell. Lights flickered around her, but this time a golden yellow light appeared around Benavur.
“A Daughter!” She declared with joy.
I almost apologized, but to my shock, everyone began celebrating just as jubilantly as they had for each declaration of a son.
Diamiutar noticed my confusion and settled in the chair opposite me to Laliera. “Is something wrong, Master?”
“I’m just… I’m just confused.” I admitted. “I thought you wanted sons more, and that was the reason for… this.”
She looked at the overjoyed and celebrating crowd. “Is every life not precious in your world? Must you lament one thing to celebrate another? The joy of motherhood is boundless, regardless of the sex of the child.”
I felt better as I watched Narusil and Benavur chatting, touching each other’s stomachs and laughing in celebration.
“I guess you’re right. I just… Some cultures in my world struggled to see it that way. If they didn’t get the gender they wanted, it was almost a cause for mourning.” I explained.
“Were that how we looked at it, rare would our joy be,” Diamiutar noted. “So while we are joyful to bear sons, a daughter is just as much a cause for celebration. Any child is a joy and a blessing.”
The rest of the evening was taken with congratulations and discussion. It was interesting hearing the expectant mothers comparing their experiences that led to their impregnations, while the others tried to find similarities or tips for getting pregnant. It was almost nice seeing something so innocent as wives’ tales about how to get pregnant.
At one point, Benavur found me alone and took my hand.
“Master… I have craved your presence since we were bound… but you would not think less of me if I slept in the room that Narusil and Heilantu have taken, would you?” She asked with wide, concerned eyes.
I barely contained my laughter. “Of course not!” I told her. “The others don’t spend every night by my side and I love all my matrons. You should never feel obligated to do anything for me.”
“Thank you… I will do that then.” She decided cheerfully.
Laliera walked over, from where she was chatting with Amura, and struggled for a minute before speaking. “I fear… I may be claiming more of your time than is my due, and… I think it would be desirable for me to spend more time with my new equals. Would you…?”
I smiled. “Like I just told Benavur, You are welcome to sleep wherever you want.”
She nodded. “I will see if this is indeed helpful in coming to know my new… sisters.”
So that night I climbed into bed, naked because I’d started getting used to that, and alone. I was relaxed and drifting off to sleep when someone climbed into bed with me, and a moment later I felt breasts press into my back and arms wrap around my chest.
Half asleep, I reached around and patted the butt of the matron who had climbed into bed with me.
“Stop that.” Amura snapped. “This does not mean… Just sleep.”
My unintentional pat was enough to know, and her pressing her body against me confirmed, that she was naked. Wide awake, I let her hold me and tried to remain calm as she drifted off to sleep.
She confused me. She paraded herself around, and here she was spooning me naked, but she still said she didn’t want sex. My nose told me it wasn’t that she wasn’t turned on, but I wasn’t about to break my promises to her at this point.
It took me time, but eventually, I fell asleep in her arms.
I woke up as a hand squeezed my morning wood. Only a quick thought kept me from moaning in satisfaction. I loved waking up to a matron sucking, stroking, or doing anything to my dick, but I realized Amura was still breathing deeply in her sleep as her hand gripped my dick like a dagger hilt. To try and spare her some embarrassment, I pretended to remain asleep.
It didn’t take her long to stir, and when she did and realized where her hand was, she dropped it like it burned her. I felt her carefully extract herself from the bed, then heard her dress and leave.
I sighed. As much as I wanted her, I knew we had to go at her pace.
The next six days passed in relative peace and relaxation. I never slept alone, with Amura slipping, naked, into my bed about every other night, and the others swapping out on the nights Amura didn’t join me.