Each of my matrons got their turn and seemed to have a schedule. Their bodies would decide my sperm had been in their long enough, and once word spread of how much I had enjoyed watching Sevrina purge, most of my Matrons were willing to give me the show, especially since it got us both hot and horny and ready to go fix the emptiness they felt after purging. The only interesting thing was how the day I had made love to Benavur before she was pregnant, had no one to fill the day. At breakfast, when my matrons realized they had no one to get fucked, they formed a little council to figure out what to do about it.
Laliera, Anbethir, Diamiutar, and Lymarith were all due to purge the following day, with Sevrina the day after.
“If only I could make myself purge early!” Anbethir lamented. “But the gods did not bless us with such control over our bodies.”
“I too am… unprepared to serve him… but…” Laliera noted. “Master, would you be satisfied if I were to please you with my mouth, as I did before?”
“Does that not simply prepare him to inseminate?” Nauveir asked in confusion.
“Well, first of all, I am perfectly capable of going a day without se-…” I trailed off as every single elf in the room gave me a disapproving look. Even the maidens.
“Master, it is our duty to see you sated at all times,” Tavorwen explained. “You might believe such neglect is acceptable, but we do not.”
“Laliera, you took our master’s semen, in your mouth?” Lymarith demanded. “What was it like?”
Laleira thought for a moment. “The texture was nice, like thick nectar. The taste was… difficult to describe and I admit I was not fond of the lingering flavor.”
“It was a sight to watch,” Benavur noted.
So that’s how I ended up on my back with Laliera explaining everything she did as she sucked my cock. Everyone was naked because they’d insisted.
“Master said the trick was to swallow the tip as it hits the back of your throat, this makes it easier to allow it to descend your throat, like this.” She explained and she took my dick into her throat, pushing hard to get her lips solidly pressed against my crotch.
“Oh, fuck that is good.” I groaned.
She’s showing off, I laughed to myself.
“Might I try?” Tavorwen wondered, and Laliera pulled off, making eye contact and being sure to kiss my dick on its way out.
“By all means… sister.” Laliera conceded.
Tavorwen started sucking but struggled to avoid gagging as she tried to swallow my dick. Not that it didn’t feel amazing. With that, everyone began trying. Laliera was declared the most skilled immediately, but the others began doing their best to claim the second spot. It felt fucking fantastic, and the only reason I lasted half as long as I did was I got a regular chance to recover when the matron who was sucking my dick switched.
“Oh, fuck.” I groaned as Diamiutar made valiant efforts to swallow my dick. “I’m gonna cum!”
“You will want him down your throat, sister.” Laliera counseled. “It is too much to swallow unless it goes straight down your throat.”
“Help me, Master” Diamiutar popped off my dick to beg, before wrapping her mouth around my dick again.
“If you’re sure…” I hesitated, but my impending climax left no room. “Deep breath,” I told her, and she took a deep gasp of air.
I grabbed her head and pressed my dick into the back of her throat as her throat worked around it. She struggled for a second, then there was almost a ‘pop’ and I was in her throat. I immediately started shooting my thick cum down her throat, groaning in pleasure. I glanced down and to my surprise, Diamiutar seemed to be smiling. I realized she wasn’t squirming and gagging either. She must have gotten it right, and that was why my dick went in so easily all of a sudden.
This was the time when the amount of cum I shot was unfortunate, and like Laliera before her, Diamiutar had to pull off, getting a mouthful before her face got plastered in white. The last shot hit her stomach, but after taking a few gasps of air through her nose, she swallowed the mouthful she had and smiled triumphantly.
“I did it!” She declared. Then she seemed to think, using a finger to collect some of the semen from her face and tasting it. “It is sweet…” She noted. “But I see what you mean about the lingering flavor.”
Diamiutar’s body became a tasting tray as the others began scooping cum off to taste it. Even Laliera tried it, noting “It tastes different this time.”
“What I eat can make it taste different,” I explained.
“Perhaps we should see what foods make it most appealing!” Mavrin suggested.
“I understand you must be tired, Master, but perhaps we could practice this skill again later?” Tavorwen suggested.
“I’m not gonna complain about that.” I laughed.
So instead of fucking, I spent all day getting sucked off every few hours. Even the pregnant matrons got in on trying oral sex. I tried telling them they didn’t have to deepthroat me for good oral sex, but when Risavis got the second load of the day, she couldn’t even get me really to the back of her throat, let alone down it. One thick squirt filled her mouth then the second one covered her face. She spent the next minute, alternating between swallowing a mouthful and taking a squirt on her face or tits. By the time I was done, she might as well have bathed in my cum as covered as she was.
“Master, I think it will be easiest to learn how to properly swallow you to avoid being so… covered,” Tavorwen noted.
The one good thing that came from my matrons getting plastered in cum was that it really let us see just how much cum I was putting out. It was frankly a ton. Watching Risavis admire the amount I had cum, not including what she had swallowed, I could feel her glowing with pride. I guess it made you feel sexy, being just plastered in cum.
And in all the attempts the only ones that could willingly allow my dick into their throats were Laliera and Diamiutar. So throughout the day, most of them ended up taking a cum shower, which then required them to take a bath.
Between the blowjob sessions, we tried to make sure all the normal chores got done. We’d kept up all the things we’d been trying to do when I wasn’t galavanting all over the place, all week and today was no exception. I did a session of sword practice with Flendrier and Anbethir. I got to the academy with Narusil, Sevrina, and Mavrin, as well as Amura, my constant shadow, to practice magic.
Sevrina and Mavrin agreed with Narusil that I needed more practice after seeing my spells.
“It is terrifying to think what he will do with higher-level magic!” Sevrina shuddered, pale-faced after I obliterated a target with my first careless Lightning Jolt.
“It’s true… these spells should not have nearly the power they do,” Mavrin noted. “But the power of his spells cannot continue on this scale to more powerful spells, right?”
“I admit, I am too nervous to teach him more advanced magic for now,” Narusil confessed.
“Hey, do you think it’s safe to try out my elemental magic here?” I wondered, “Like it should be safe, right?”
The three deliberated for a while. The consensus was, that this was as safe a place as any, and the wards SHOULD keep my magic from going out of control, but just to be safe, they hid in the stairs peeking around the corner.
I’d experimented with my new gift of magic with only the smallest amount, so I was kind of excited to see what it could do. I did the snapping thing to fill my hand with fire. I wasn’t sure if the snapping thing was mandatory, like that scene in the Spiderman movie where Tobey Maguire had to touch his wrist to shoot his webs… (Dang, I wish I had finished that movie, but I just couldn’t. Swinging from webs… Really? But I guess compared to some of the things I did now, it WAS reasonable.) But I didn’t want to ruin my time for a test run by fiddling with the ignition when I knew a surefire way to start the car.
The snap worked and my hand filled with flames. It was interesting to look at the flames on my hand. Unlike with the spells I had cast, the flames seemed to come from my hand itself, as though it was on fire, but I didn’t feel even an uncomfortable level of warmth. Even my sleeve, maybe two inches from the flames, seemed unaffected.
“So far so good!” I laughed.
“Good job, Master!” One of the elves called from the stairs. With the echo, I wasn’t sure which one it was.
I turned to the targets that had been put up for my spell practice.
“Now to see how you work…” I muttered. My first instinct was to try and just fling the flames like a baseball… After all, that’s what the Human Torch did in that one movie. I wound up and let it fly.
IT WORKED!
The flames flew over and hit the target… a bit off center, but hey, pretty good considering my lack of time playing baseball. The first hint that anything was different was when the target, instead of healing normally, caught fire.
I flicked my hand to extinguish the flames on my hand.
“Um… should it be doing that?” I asked nervously as the flames spread on the wooden disk.
“NO!” Narusil called.
“Can you put it out!?” Mavrin called.
How was I supposed to put it out? I didn’t have a…
Jacob had always teased his wife with the line “Are you a witch or aren’t you?” To which she would usually reply “I’m not a witch, I’m your wife” in a crotchety voice… but it made me think. Duh.
I willed ice to form in my hands and for lack of a better plan, threw the ice ball that formed at the burning wooden disk. The fire should be put out by my snowball… Ice ball… thing, right?