Witches of Lust Ch. 09

All of them turned to me, competing for eye contact, or trying to take my hands and shake them. There had to be close to a dozen ravishing elven ladies crowding around us. I didn't mind if things took their course, they were all very beautiful, but I was overwhelmed and did not know who to talk to first. The elves seemed to know exactly how to sort it out, going back to the order in which we were introduced on the street. Within moments, the first elf maiden was nude and cajoling me out of my robe. Another moment later, and I had her bent over a garden wall and I was just screwing her tight little pussy with a foot plus of futa cock.

After I filled her with cum, we moved into Le'ara's garden, laying on cushioned chaise lounges and sipping grape juice. I fucked one elfmaid after another, stuffing each with at least a gallon of cum. While a line seemed to be forming, by the time I had finished five, another fifty had shown up, hot and impatient.

"I can't fuck all of these girls," I warned Le'ara, who was involved in marshaling the women and also seemed to have taken it upon herself to fluff the ones who were up next so they were always soaking wet and orgasmic when they finally got to me.

"Why not?" she asked.

"Because, I'll get sore! Besides, how much time do we have left?"

"Time? Well, we have all the time in the multiverse, really."

"I mean, when Morgana and the others come looking for me."

"They left you in good hands, Jeanie," Le'ara said reassuringly. "They will not be back for three days, remember?"

"Three days?!" I was alone with the elves for three days. Maybe I could fuck all fifty in just three days, if they wanted it that badly. I was feeling absolutely giddy at the prospect.

It was a marathon of fucking wet, horny elves. For their part, the elves were very skilled at variation. I did try fucking two elves at the same time with two cocks, but overall I preferred to do my impregnating one on one, and make all of the other elves wait.

The first ten or so elves were handled more or less in the same manner. I would lay on my back on one of Le'ara's comfortable garden benches, and an elf maiden who had watched the previous girl get filled would straddle my thighs and introduce herself. I would say hello and try to repeat her name while she lowered herself onto my cock. She would ride me for a few minutes, we would both cum, her belly would fill with about a basketball-sized load of cum, trapped in her womb. She would lick me clean and make way as the next elf eagerly straddled me and introduced herself.

I could not remember elven names very well, so I apologize for omitting them in this recounting. One time, however, there was an elf maid bouncing on my cock whose sad eyes intrigued me. I decided to read her mind, and discovered that she was on the verge of leaving for the orcs. She had heard that over time, drinking their cum regularly made elves get bigger breasts. It certainly seemed to work for Demydia. whom she knew well.

I wished that Morgana had brought all those cookies to help elves like her get the bigger breasts. Of course, we traveled light and fled from Medina's assassins, but we could always make another trip soon. Then something occurred to me: What if my fleshcraft powers were real? If I could consciously will Karina's body to stretch for me, maybe I could will other changes in the elves, as Cresania seemed to have suggested.

I concentrated, and almost instantly saw results. The elf's breasts grew to the size of grapefruits, with streams of milk spraying from both of her nipples. She cried out in ecstasy -- the pleasure she felt from the growth of her breasts had been more than enough to push her over the top.

I pulled her closer to my lips and latched on to one of her nipples to drink her sweet milk, and pistoned my hips up into her to keep our rhythm going. She rode a wave of pleasure to another orgasm and I was right there with her this time, filling her womb with my seed. As she came, I literally felt her milk squirting into my mouth while her other breast pulsed warm sweet spray on my shoulder.

Panting, she was forced to sit up at that point, because of her cum-inflated stomach made it impossible to lay atop me and the bench was too narrow for her to roll onto her back beside me. Still, she sat up there and wept joyfully.

"Did I ... did I do that?" I asked her.

"Didn't you?" she replied.

"Huh, I-I guess so, I guess I really did do it. I wanted to."

"You are a powerful sorceress, and I am gratefully yours" she said, sighing wistfully. She reminded me that lady-so-and-so was standing right there watching, and waiting for her to make way. I never did remember that elf's name, or the elf that came after her. I just warmly thanked her and gave her a passionate parting kiss.

I read the next elf's mind and found that she wanted larger breasts as well. She had witnessed what had happened to the elf before her and she was barely able to conceal her jealousy. As far as elven maids go, she was among the highest in the social order, something akin to a princess. She felt entitled to special treatment, but the gears were turning in her head, and she was considering how she might react if she were to ask and I demanded something in return. Apparently Cresania had been going around telling the elves that I was a natural dom.

One the one hand, this elven noble had fantastic gold jewelry, platinum decanters, pearls and jewels and all sorts of things to use for barter. She was willing to part with all of them just to have a child, but since I was giving that to all the elves she felt entitled to that. I could only dream of what such artifacts could be worth back home, probably hundreds of thousands of dollars. Cresania was right about something though, I was the dominating sort. The opportunity to humble this snooty noblewoman in front of her sister elves cried out to me.

Fuck it, guess I'll take this bitch down a peg or three and hit her up for a donation later.

I lay back expectantly while the pretty brunette elf straddle-perched over my thighs and brought my cock close to her lips, so close I could feel her warm breath. I already knew how she was going to ask.

"I want what you did for her," the elf said. "What can I give you in return?" She licked her lips suggestively, mere inches from my hard cock. While her lips did look inviting, I had special plans for that royal tease. I sprouted a second cock right before her eyes, and now she had two huge, stiff futa cocks standing up in front of her cute elven lips, each almost as tall as her torso.

I wanted to show all of the elves that I was great and high. I would be their mistress and benefactor. In return, of course, I expected nothing less than complete submission. The only clue I had about domination and bondage came from reading a warlock's mind just a few hours ago, and I relied heavily on those memories. I told her that after I came inside of her pussy with enough cum to ensure she would get pregnant, she needed to turn and take the rest of it on her face and breasts and that she would need change positions quickly. I would not give her bigger breasts if she wasted too much cum by moving slowly.

She happily agreed, and that's when I bent her over the sofa and lined my cocks up with her cunt and anus. One of the elves who was observing retrieved some elven sex lubricant, and the effects of this potent drug started to take effect as soon as she spread it across my tool.

I spread her ass cheeks wide and pushed into both of her holes, taking great pleasure in double penetrating an elf for the first time, as well as fucking an elf in the ass for the first time. Her corrugated inner walls gripped me tightly, and I pushed insistently, my lubricated shaft passing through her tight sphincter with surprising ease.

I began to encounter greater resistance, a membrane or something pressing pleasurably against the underside of my tip. I realized that I was already stretching out her stomach. My cocks were causing twin bulges that rose up from her stretched stomach, all the way up between her breasts. All of the elves were staring at her in stunned silence, both at her violently distended belly and the cross-eyed look of ecstasy on her face as she was double-stuffed with cock.

She rarely let her futanari lover fuck her ass, and as far as the other elves knew, she completely eschewed sodomy. Not for me though. It was quite a turn of events for the elf, singularly humiliating, but we had a deal. To her, it was worth it, in fact she was only too delighted. She had waited so long to drop the haughty facade. She felt utterly liberated, and the way she did it just thrilled her to her core. In no time, she was lost to her own lusty impulses, bouncing on my cocks and drooling like an idiot. She was liberated, convinced that she could not have picked a better opportunity to give in to her inner slut. I remain convinced to this day that she was right.

I kept sliding in and out of her at a steady pace, my pelvis slapping against her backside with every thrust. I slowly increased the pace. Suddenly out of the corner of my eye I saw a stunning blonde enter the garden, but not just any blonde. It was Lucille. She stopped in her tracks and stared at me, as surprised at the scene as the rest of the elves.

I think normally I would have felt a little self-conscious with so many eyes on me, given what I was doing to a supposedly dignified elf I had never even met in my life. It was the potent aphrodisiac in the lube I had used that put me in an entirely different frame of mind.

Her cries were growing louder, and I knew she was on the verge of complete ecstasy. I was close too, but instead of joining her in abandon, I froze.

"NO! Don't stop!" she screamed. Her insides started clenching and churning with incredible dexterity. I gripped her neck and shook her to let her know I meant business, and she stopped trying to milk me with her cunt and ass.

"Please!" she gibbered, panting heavily.

"Please who? Say my name!" I commanded, playing coy more than anything else.

"Jeanie... Oliin." At that moment, I knew what oliin meant. It was the elven word for "Mistress."

As I started thrusting again, murmurs in the crowd rose. "Oliin, oliin," a few said. I tuned everything out except the feeling of my cocks plowing this tight elf lady. Soon she was too beside herself with pleasure to even think, and I ended up pumping more than half my load into her before I pulled out and spun her around. Suddenly alert, she remembered what to do and opened her mouth wide. She held my cocks steady while both of them spurted my thick, creamy load all over her. She could only get one stream directly into her open mouth, the other coated her face and hair with rope after rope of cum.

Seeing her kneeling there cupping her breasts, her face dripping with my cum, I remembered our bargain, and suddenly the elf maid was cupping a fairly prodigious set of lactating mammaries.

"Oliin, Oliin Shanon, Oliin Shanon," the elves began to chant. Shanon was not the name of a "Charmed" cast member, but in fact was an ancient elven word for nymph, whom primitive elves regarded mistakenly as goddesses.

"Shanon," I repeated after them. "Shannon," I said, on a whim.

"Shan'non," they repeated. "Shannon." I loved being called a name that meant Nymph in elven. Mistress Nymph carried with it a duality of the dom and the youthful female. I loved that as well, and I would have to come back to that for certain.

Lucille came over and took the well-fucked and cum-covered elf by the hand, and led her away. Apparently they knew each other. Before they headed out of sight, Lucille turned to me with a wink and a thumbs up, to show me that she appreciated the new boobs on her lover.

Having two big cocks made for some really interesting positions, but we retired indoors to a rather large bed to make those things possible. I don't know when I finished the supposed first fifty, because by then word had spread to every corner of the realm and elves were lining up non-stop. A few elves had already been given magical breast augmentation, but only very few, and it turns out there was a reason for that. However, I augmented the breasts of every last elf, ensuring that they were sensitive and milky. Some elves invited another elf to share me, and this of course led to many more possibilities for positions. It literally took two days to try them all.

I often spotted Lucille partaking in the orgy, although at times I also saw her her fast asleep, flanked by nude elves in reverie. Other times she was awake, getting some expert elf head, which included tittyfucking the newly stacked elves. When I read her mind, I knew she had no intention of having sex with me. I remembered what Morgana had said, there were things that we had to fix back on our home plane, our Earth, for her.

I also remembered what Irina said, she used her social media hobby to keep her rooted in the real world. Now I better understood what she had meant by that.

Nevertheless, the elves kept me on a cloud of euphoria, kissing and screwing for about two days of time in Faroldhomme. I became close friends with Le'ara. Sometimes she would come up to me when I was impregnating one of her friends, and whisper "Read my mind," into my ear.

Then she would watch her friend, or join in by blowing or titfucking my second cock, which helped me blow my load faster, harder, or both. While she was there, her thoughts would inform me of interesting developments. For instance, she let me know that my golden aura spread to each of the witches in the coven, except Lucille of course. The aura is centered on them, about five feet in diameter, and just as bright as my own. The aura seems to appear on elves as well, hours or sometimes minutes after they have sex with me. The elves concluded that the aura belongs not to the elves, but to the children inside of them.

Morgana and the others were participating in a rite in which they gave up their children to Mother Farold, but such magics were alien to elven ways. Each elf would carry their child to term, surrounded by my aura. If that meant they could use simple magic spells, their lives would be eased beyond measure. Even if every elf in Faroldhomme was waddling around nine months pregnant, they would have all of their needs met by a wave of their hands. All elves knew a little magic to begin with, but the aura would fuel and expand their powers.

She also told me that becoming pregnant seemed to cure any lust for orcs that they once had. She could not honestly talk about it with the other elves, for it was so shameful now for any elf to speak of it that they could never be honest about it. She could only speak for herself, but at least in her case she was convinced that it made the difference, and she asked me to read the minds of others and make sure. Indeed, it seemed to be the case. Elves who had been on edge before now seemed blissfully content with their lives, and dreamed of raising their children again as if they were young.

The elves were also terribly horny. The breasts I had given them were proving to be quite a distraction.

"Le'ara, how are your new breasts?" I asked her on one occasion. She was titfucking me and sucking on my crown to the rhythm of the elf who was riding my other cock. "Are they too sensitive?"

I LOVE them! Why?

"I just thought some of these elves are walking around, feeling the way their robes play across their nipples in the breeze, and it's enough to get them wet and horny."

Good! Awesome, then it's not just me!

"Isn't that a bit much?" I pressed. "What about when you are on patrol?"

Patrol? I hope I never have to go on patrol again! These feel so good, I can't imagine wanting to go back to normal!

"You don't need it to be on all the time though. You elves have wine and oils and lubricants that can make you feel sexy too." I knew, I had sampled many by this point.

Those things are always in limited supply, Le'ara thought. With that, she and her friend picked up the pace, sensing that I was close to orgasm. I did not disappoint, soon inundating them both with my seed. One cock pumped about two gallons of hot spunk into the elf's womb, while the other shot into Le'ara's mouth.

I just loved having Le'ara blow me while I was fucking another elf. Le'ara locked her lips around my shaft, knowing full well she could not swallow fast enough to keep up. Keeping a tight seal around my shaft, she bobbed slowly and when her mouth was full, the excess cum was forced out of her nostrils, precisely in time with my convulsing spurts. She knew I secretly loved to see her like that.

Her friend had found simultaneous release, and once she had sufficiently recovered, Le'ara led her from the bed, and another elf took her place. By the second day, I had established a routine. I made their breasts bigger, kissed them and engaged in a few minutes of foreplay, and then got down to sex. It was heaven, or at least a version of it.

Faroldhomme is in perpetual twilight, and it felt strange as two days worth of time passed, and it was still dusk. On the second day of the orgy, I impregnated the last elf. It was a tender moment as I held her in my arms and assured her that it was nothing personal, she just had to wait to be last. I was not exactly exhausted, but mentally, I could really have gone for a newspaper or perhaps a simple chore, something to get me back to reality.

Only then did Cresania come and inform me about the Unredeemed elves, ten or so elves who had been rescued at the edge of orc territory but still had the urge to go back to the orcs. They were being kept as prisoners for their own good.

I was certain I could help them.