“Well, I just sort of…” I admitted, and did the preparations, “Then the first one I just squeezed. The second one I tried just smashing, I don’t think that went as well.”
“Master… you were able, with your raw will, to crush a refractive matrix of magic?” Narusil asked in awe.
“Is that… not how that’s supposed to be done?” I asked.
“Well, such matrices are generally considered unbreakable. Or nearly so.” Sevrina informed me.
My mind raced, “Does this mean that since I can break them, I can free Amura?”
“No.” Mavrin declared simply. “You will remove a few tools that were to be passed from Marked to Marked, but the nature of her bond will remain.”
I was disappointed.
“But… here, lend me your strength.” She requested.
It was a strange feeling, feeding the stream of golden energy that was my will into a tiny pinprick of silver light, only to have it shaped and twisted. The will remained mine, but Mavrin was somehow feeding it through a mold of some kind. She made an array of rings, with runes, and interconnecting geometric forms. Muttering the words of magic the whole time.
It took what felt like forever. At least a half hour before she finished.
“By the host… that is harder than the writings would lead you to believe… now to see if it works.” Mavrin declared.
I had to keep my eyes closed to maintain concentration on the structure she’d created in my imagination. I had found I could “see” the structures around our bond in my head so that part wasn’t difficult. What Mavrin had constructed, however, was complex and intricate.
“Your will is so strong and unwieldy, it is no wonder your spells are so powerful.” Mavrin declared. “Now maintain that for a moment.”
“Doing my best…” I muttered. The runes wanted to blur and blend into each other and it took constant effort to keep everything as Mavrin had left it.
Mavrin began to say words of magic, and I didn’t dare try to listen as I kept this ring from falling apart.
“… tar janaie!” Mavrin finished and a laser of her silver will shot through the image in my mind. As it passed through the center of the ring, it was as though it pulled at my very brain. Almost like my brain was being sucked out of my forehead. But when the laser left the back of the ring, it was a mix of silver and gold and felt almost blinding, even if it was just in my imagination.
The laser hit the first structures near the top of the circle and cut the top down until it reached the bond. Then it shifted ninety degrees around the circle and again cut outside to inside. It continued this until it returned to the initial cut, which had already started healing. Because recutting was so much faster, as there was only a little bit healed, the trips around the bond seemed to go faster and faster… until the reflecting whatever it was finally just fell away.
When it did, I realized that not only had we been cutting through that ring, but the one behind it, and the one behind that… and the one behind that. I marveled as each one fell away, I hadn’t felt any pain, and I hadn’t heard anything from Amura, so hopefully, doing this the right way had been less traumatic for her.
In using the structure she had created of my will, it was completely consumed.
“Holy shit. How many of them did we get?” I breathed.
“Twelve…” came the hoarse, gasping reply.
My eyes flew open. Mavrin was swaying, only on her feet because Tavorwen, Diamiutar, and Lymarith were holding her up. She was pale and panting like she just ran a marathon.
“Mavrin! Are you okay?” I yelped, rushing to her.
“I… will be fine… I just… underestimated the strain… of channeling so much… positive energy.” She confessed.
I could feel a little drained myself, but more like how, yeah, once you break the seal and take a sip, the Gatorade bottle isn’t “full” anymore, but you still have 95% of the drink.
I took her hand. Damn it, if only there was a way for me to let her tap my energy reserves. I could keep this up. I wanted Amura as free as she could be, now, but I wasn’t about to sacrifice Mavrin to make it happen. If only I could just wish my strength into her.
Mavrin gasped, color returning to her cheeks. “Master! What are you…?”
“Huh?” I gaped. Damn, I must look so stupid, so often. I was always clueless.
“I’ve never… such energy.” She breathed, her breathing steady and all signs of strain gone.
“Fuck… did that work?” I muttered.
“Could you please just tell us what you did?” Diamiutar pleaded.
“Well, I was just thinking about how nice it would be if I could just… give you guys some of my energy… it seems like wanting to do it… maybe while touching you, like touching your hand not like TOUCHING you-” I fumbled trying to make my thoughts coherent.
“We understand. Continue.” Creadean assured me.
“Okay, well, it seems like I could just… give Mavrin some energy.” I finished.
“Just give her… so you… supplied her the entire amount of energy she spent in the last hour on this magic… but, you still seem unfazed.” Sevrina marveled.
“Well, I think I feel a bit… the energy I gave up,” I confessed. “But, I guess, maybe this is part of the boon of endurance?”
The matrons all shared a look of amazement.
“Then let us press on.” Mavrin declared.
I held her hand, guiding her back to Amura’s bond, giving her the strength of my will and the energy she needed. It still took painfully long, and even I was feeling drained when we finished, but finally, the last of the foul bands on her bond fell away.
As the last band disintegrated, Amura took a deep, shuddering breath. Her breathing seemed easier and looking at her, she was more at peace than I’d ever seen her.
“Now, as invigorating as it was to draw on your energy, I still feel the weight of my labors. If I am to join you tomorrow as you depart to visit with our sisters in the clouds, I must rest.” Mavrin declared, trudging from the room.
“Amura doubtless needs her rest as well,” Lymarith noted.
Heilantu checked her and nodded, “She is well enough. With rest, she should be fully recovered shortly.” Then with some surprise, she noted. “Her pulse is stronger than when I have treated her prior.”
I nodded. That was good to hear. Her breathing was deep and easy and if her pulse was strong I had no reason to worry.
Now I just needed something to get my mind off of it.
Laliera seemed to have the same idea. “Master, you enjoy watching your matrons purge, do you not?”
I grinned, “Yeah I do. See with the… females I’m used to making love to, most of it leaks out right away… so it’s like I haven’t really finished until I see it leaking out of you.”
“Is that why you enjoy it so?” Lymarith laughed. “We’d all wondered. Most masters want nothing to do with such things.”
“Nah, and knowing I get to follow it up with a new creampie… fuck, that’s hot,” I growled.
“Then come, my body is ready.” Laliera beckoned seductively, “For both the purging and this… creampie you speak of.”
I will never grow tired of watching one of my lovers sit and spread her legs so I can watch my cum spill out of her. It’s a good thing that my matrons’ next instinct is to take me to the bedroom and fuck, because watching my cum slip out of them just makes me want to shoot more in them.
Laliera was no exception as she spread her flawless chocolate thighs and the barest hint of her pink inner lips was visible as my cum was evicted to make room for more. It seemed like having some understanding of WHY I liked to watch my cum drip from her intimate depths helped Laliera actually enjoy the show she was giving me.
Fucking her hard and fast actually made me feel all the effort and strain of the day, and as my cum leaked out of her dark folds from the excess I had put out ever since getting the boon of endurance, I actually flopped on the bed next to her, exhausted.
“For once, the reaction I expected after being inseminated.” Laliera laughed.
I laughed, “Ugh, I’m kinda used to this too… I mean, it wasn’t until after getting the boon of Endurance at our wed-… bonding… that I could just… keep going.”
We cuddled for just a minute before I felt… refreshed like I’d slept a whole fucking night. It was strange, because one minute I was laying exhausted with Laliera, arms wrapped around her, just under her breasts so I wouldn’t get handsy (my matrons didn’t seem to care, but old habits die hard and I’d gotten chewed out by too many chicks for venturing a post-sex squeeze), the next it was as if I’d gotten a shot of the strongest espresso ever.
I was ready to GO. A marathon, a PT test, hiking Everest, I was READY. Laliera just swallowed and reminded me that we’d already performed the act of insemination and were I to need the release of another, perhaps Diamiutar or Anbethir were ready to purge.
I gave her a kiss, pulled on my clothes quickly (and temporarily I hoped), and went searching. Diamiutar was closer, but then I felt the unmistakable horniness of a matron who had just purged coming from Anbethir and changed my course.
She was just stepping out of the restroom, clearly a little disappointed and frustrated when I pulled her close and kissed her.
“But master, did you not just…” Anbethir asked in confusion.
“Yep, Laliera is still on the bed,” I told her excitedly. “But I didn’t think that would bother you. You want to be fucked or not?”
She was taken aback by whatever that translated to in Elven, but quickly got over it, and within minutes she was on her back, my dick pressed against her womb as I filled her with more cum than she could hold. She grabbed Laliera’s hand on one side and the sheets on the other as the two naked Matrons shared in the shared orgasm.
I felt bad, leaving the two freshly fucked matrons alone to come down from their sex high, but feeling my need to DO something, not in a sexual sense, the two cuddled together and sent me off to find something useful to do.
Having just fucked twice, I was definitely sexually satisfied, but I felt… jittery. I needed something to occupy me. Diamiutar took one look at me and sent me out of the kitchen. I worried that with how well my matrons ran the house I wouldn’t find anything to do until I ran into Tavorwen and Flendreir.