I’d known several girls on earth who’d enjoyed swallowing their man’s jizz, but even the ones who liked it usually needed to not be on an empty stomach. Otherwise, it seemed to upset their stomachs. But none of my elves seemed concerned in the least. In fact, the next morning Tavorwen said she was feeling more energetic than usual. Risavis, Diamiutar, and the others who had also swallowed large amounts of my cum reported similar results.
I was skeptical. My bets were on it being a placebo. Laliera hadn’t said anything before, but now was claiming it was a thing she’d experienced as well, which my bets were on that being psychological bandwagoning.
But… on the other hand, my matrons had never acted like that before. I just struggled to believe that drinking my cum was anything more than just a hot sex act. I knew guys who claimed cum drinking did everything from increasing bust size, to helping with thicker more lustrous hair, to treating depression or helping treat infertility. I was pretty sure all those were bunk to get girls to swallow. And I admit, swallowing was hot, but with the amount of cum I was putting out, just covering these she-elves in cum was pretty hot too.
Speaking of the next morning, the hot wetness of a pair of elven lips wrapping around my cock woke me. I opened my eyes to a sleeping, naked Amura at my side and a naked Lymarith sucking my cock. She sucked until I was fully erect, then mounted me, guiding my cock into her sex.
“I’m sorry, Master,” she gave a moaning whisper, “but I purged and could not wait.”
I just smiled and laid back, my arm trapped under Amura’s sleeping form. Lymarith got a good rhythm going, with slow grinding motions instead of relying on speed, so as not to wake Amura. As my climax approached, I couldn’t help but groan in appreciation of the work Lymarith’s pussy was doing on my dick.
Apparently, that disturbed Amura, and she rolled over, planting a boob right in my trapped hand. In a wild conflict of emotions, I came, filling Lymarith’s pussy with streams of cum, and I tried so hard not to close my hand or squeeze as the pleasure from Lymarith’s orgasm echoed through me and into the sleeping shadow elf, making her wiggle and grind her breast into my hand, her nipple hardening in arousal.
While it felt great, cumming in Lymarith, it also was intense enough that my hand involuntarily closed, groping Amura’s breast. I didn’t have the Shadow Elf’s permission to grope her. Hell, I didn’t even know how my arm had ended up under her. Usually, she was the one spooning me.
As soon as I was done filling Lymarith with my sperm, I tried to worm my hand out from under Amura… but she woke, her eyes locking on my hand under her breast.
In a flash, Amura was out of the bed, her clothes in her arms, and she fled, naked into the halls.
“FUCK!” I cursed.
“I’m fine…” Lymarith purred, “Do what you… do whatever.”
I jumped up and almost followed her naked, but thought better of it and dressed quickly before following her to her room. Knocking quietly, so as to try to not draw the attention of any of my other matrons, before slipping inside.
Amura had dressed. She sat on the floor in the corner. Her face was blank, but her eyes flicked back and forth in thought. Her knees hugged to her chest.
“Amura, I’m sorry.” I started, “I didn’t mean to. When I woke up, you were lying on my arm, then you rolled over and… I promise I wasn’t-”
“Master, you promised me-” she cut me off angrily… but she stopped.
“How dare you-” she started again, but once more she cut off.
“By the cold of the Abyss, WHY?!” She asked, pulling at her hair and looking at the ceiling. “Why is it so hard to lie to you!?”
Finally, her shoulder slumped. “You did no wrong, Master. I was awake the whole time and thought to experiment. To see if it felt as good as the others say… to have you put your hand on me.”
I was taken aback. “What?”
She sighed and looked away, “I heard Lymarith run to purge, then heard her approach, and guessing her intent, I pulled your arm underneath me, and prepared to take advantage. I had thought to accuse you, but… you do not deserve such. You have treated me far better than I deserve… And to claim you violated your oath… I cannot claim that.”
“Thank you for telling me… And you know, if you want to experiment, all you have to do is ask.” I told her.
“Pft!” She scoffed. “And what of when you desire more?”
“Well, unless I’m mistaken there are three more matrons who are going to purge, and I think about every one of the other matrons would be happy to suck me off if I asked,” I informed her.
“I… I know.” She admitted. “But… what of when I… desire more? It scares me. I had every intention of pretending to sleep through the experience… but… I almost…”
“Would it have been that bad?” I asked.
“YES!” She hissed. “I am… I am not prepared.”
She started drawing a circle on her knee, her finger just looping to have something to do as she spoke. “In El’Muth’Ran… to breed is… to breed. Our brothers and sisters die every day, so their numbers must be replenished. There is nothing more to it. Any male will do so as long as his seed has any strength. Males are passed around and rarely does a female breed with the same male twice. Of course, the most powerful elves get the strongest males, but a male is a male…” she trailed off.
“But I see it.” She continued. “To lay with you is more. It is not simply breeding. Never have I seen a sister look upon a male she bred with as your matrons look on you. I dare not… not until I am ready… ready to do the same.”
I dunno, it was kinda sweet of her. And kinda sad for all the elves in El’Muth’Ran.
I noticed, again, how she spoke of “elves” and “males” as though they were separate things. I’d seen how in Shadow Elf culture, the women ruled. Males were gonads to breed with. Little more, even if they joined the females on the battlefield, they still received no respect.
How could any sort of real relationship blossom in that environment? And there was no intimate bonding, no commitment. Just pump and dump, but it was the women demanding sperm and then leaving. It just didn’t work in my head, but then again, maybe that’s why their society was so fucked up… That and the megalomaniacal, evil, and tyrannical goddess twisting them to serve her whims.
“Well, if you are going to experiment anyway, isn’t it better to have me know so if you tell me to stop I can?” I offered. “Before it gets to that point?”
She seemed to consider that. “I… I don’t know. And, perhaps, it might be… difficult for me to speak to you… about these things.”
Again a fair point.
“Is there anything I can do to help make it easier for you?” I offered.
“You could rape me.” She noted. “If I have no choice in the matter then my worries and desires matter not at all.”
“Um, no. We’re not going down that path. You deserve your freedom, and I’m no rapist.” I asserted.
“Such a strange male. Do most males where you are from resist the urge to rape their females so?” She wondered.
“Not nearly as many as should,” I informed her.
She blew out a frustrated breath, “So it is misfortune that I received one who leaves me to make such decisions.”
“I’m not sure if that’s misfortune, but… I guess?” I struggled. “Do you WANT to be raped?”
She gave me a stupefied gaze. “Of course not! No female DESIRES to be raped. It would be horrendous and I would lose all respect for you… but it would eliminate the need for me to make such decisions.”
I was thoroughly confused. But I guess there was some twisted logic to it. If it worked the same for her as it did for all my other matrons, after the first time, she would crave cum every time she purged. She’d hate me for it, but she’d be bred like she was “supposed” to be. She wouldn’t have any choices about wanting it, or whether she was ready. She’d be forced into it. And as someone who had been forced into a sex-inclusive slave situation she’d likely come to terms with the fact that IF she ever had sex, it would be rape. Getting used to the idea that sex could be a loving act, with intimacy and passion, was foreign to her and it scared her.
“Okay, so other than raping you, since that is off the table, anything else I can do to help?” I asked.
“If I knew, I would have said so the first time you asked.” Amura sassed me. Then she looked away. “Your eyes say that my body pleases you… is that really the case?”
“Yeah, you’re sexy. Don’t you feel it when I see you?” I laughed.
“I only… Only the strongest of emotions pass through our bond… That is why I believed you were cloaking.” Amura noted with some confusion.
I looked down at the marker of our bond. “That’s… frustrating. Okay, you remember the other day when I accidentally… reached through your bond into your head?”
Her eyes narrowed in agitation. “Yes.” She stated icily.