by Eric Vall
After I alerted a wide-eyed Kurna to the presence of the Terra Mage I’d caught stalking in the western woods, I crossed the atrium of our house and headed for the spare room.
Then I pointed to the cave I’d formed in the corner, and Ruela happily curled up in her place.
“You are good with her,” Deya admired from the doorway. “Ruela always hated being in the house back home unless Dragir was there.”
“I thought she was yours?” I asked as I considered the content beast.
“She is,” Deya said, “but she’s mostly protective with me. She’ll kill for me, guard me, and escort me where I want to go. Dragir was the one she liked to play with, though.”
“Ruela plays?” I asked doubtfully.
“Yes,” Deya giggled, “she likes to catch femurs. It is her favorite game.”
I stared at the elf. “Human femurs?”
“Elven ones, I think,” Deya said with a shrug.
Before I could express how unsettling this was, or ask where the hell Dragir got femurs from, the front door of the house opened, and the women came in singing for Deya to join them.
We found them unloading several parcels onto the floor of the atrium, and my eyes fell on a see-through bit of dark purple gauze.
Shoshanne caught the direction of my gaze, and she sent me a coy grin as she pulled the ensemble from her parcel and held it against her body for me to admire. The purple gauze and black lace were delicately held together by a bit of white silk, and the fact that the hem only fell to the apex of Shoshanne’s thighs was more than alluring.
“What do you think?” she asked. “I wanted some new clothes.”
“Yes,” I said with a decided nod. “That’s what I think.”
Shoshanne laughed, and I happily leaned against the doorframe as the healer began slipping out of her little velvet dress. The sight of her plush, caramel curves made my blood burn at once, and I watched her heavy breasts jostle as she shimmied to slide into the new outfit.
Then she cupped her breasts to try and fit them into the brassiere portion, and she eventually managed to conceal her nipples. Shoshanne shrugged and gave up there, and with her cleavage fully exposed everywhere else, the healer propped her hands on her hips.
“Still yes?” she asked with a nervous little smile.
“No,” I said. “Now, I just want you to take it off and get in our bed.”
“Patience,” Cayla purred, and she pulled something iridescent from another parcel to hide it behind her back. “We have the entire evening planned, and Shoshanne’s the desert portion.”
I took a bracing breath as heat prickled down my spine, and the princess beckoned Deya to her with a curl of her finger.
Deya covered her eyes and giggled as Aurora pulled her over, and then the two women began untying the beautiful elf’s silky bodice.
I watched them strip Deya down right in the middle of my shop, and I noticed a blush blooming of the elf’s cheeks as the women’s hands brushed against her nipples. Deya’s arousal only stoked the fire burning in my loins, but when I saw what Cayla had to dress her in, my attention was at least partially distracted.
Until the outfit was clasped around Deya’s supple breasts.
Something about the array of glinting dragon scales suited the elf to a tee, and I locked my hand around the edge of the doorframe to keep from abandoning Cayla’s plans before they’d even begun.
“Mason likes it,” Shoshanne said as she sent an admiring glance just below my belt.
“That’s an understatement,” I assured the healer.
Cayla smirked and slipped behind the elf to grasp her by the hips, and then she turned Deya a bit so I could get the full view.
“Well, Deya,” Cayla purred, and the elf shivered a little as the princess let her lips graze her slender shoulders. “This is a gift from Mason to welcome you to Illaria, but you have to wait until later for our gift.”
Deya gasped when she opened her eyes to look down on the iridescent scales draped across her cleavage and looped around her slender arms. Then she sent me a smile so bright, her violet eyes seemed almost luminescent.
“I love it!” she giggled. “Are they real?”
“Of course,” Aurora said proudly, “but don’t worry, the man who makes these keeps a few dwarf dragons at his farm so he can harvest the scales without having to kill the wilder ones.”
Deya gave a giddy bounce at this, and the scales shifted with the jostling of her breasts to leave a tinkling sound echoing around the shop.
“Now, before we can begin our celebration,” Cayla said as she returned to her parcels, “Mason, you need to find a Flumen Mage to turn this fountain off so we can fill it with gold for Aurora.”
The half-elf lit up and immediately began prodding me toward the door, and with the village full of mages, it only took me a short stroll to the end of the lane to find a robe with light blue trimming along the hem.
The young mage gladly followed me back to the house, but he was too distracted to focus on much of anything when we arrived. Once the four beautiful women gathered their parcels and moved to the spare room to start unpacking their things, he finally managed to get the fresh spring to stop bubbling.
I waited while he paced a few circles around the fountain, and after a few minutes passed, I realized he had no idea how to get the rest of the water to disappear.
“How long have you been at the Oculus?” I asked him curiously.
“A month,” he admitted. “I moved here from Eyton, but I’ve only had two lessons with Wyresus. I don’t have any formal training actually using my magic, though. Just reading about it.”
I nodded and tried not to appear too judgemental. “Well, take a minute to focus on your element. Don’t try to influence it or anything, just become more aware of the innate connection you have to the water.”
The young mage nodded and did as I instructed, and after the static energy in the air had slowly built up, I gestured to the fountain.
“That’s good. Now, focus on your intentions, and don’t rush it,” I explained. “There’s no hurry. Slowly nudge your element in the direction of the result you want. I’ll leave you alone so you can concentrate, but I’ll come and check on you in a bit.”
I left the mage kneeling beside the fountain, and when I joined the women, Aurora cocked a brow.
“He really doesn’t know a thing?” she asked as quietly as she could.
I nodded. “We’re in for a long haul here, I think. Half the mages signing up are just like him.”
“Signing up for what?” Cayla asked in confusion.
I told them about Kurna’s surprise and the several mages already on board with the idea of building an army, and Aurora looked as nervous as I was by the time I finished. Shoshanne was completely unphased, though, and as she glanced into the atrium, she shrugged.
“I wouldn’t worry too much,” the healer said. “I knew nothing about magery when I met you, but you both gave me enough guidance to change that.”
“Yeah, but there’s only one of you,” Aurora pointed out, “and you’re so sexy, it’s hard to not focus all of our attention on you.”
Shoshanne rolled her eyes as the half-elf sent her a wink.
“Any army is better than no army,” Cayla decided.
“We’ll see,” I sighed. “By the way, can you and Aurora help me with weapons training this week?”
“Of course,” Aurora agreed. “What are we starting with?”
“The guns,” I explained. “Kurna said he went over things with the mages, but he doesn’t know how to use my weapons too well, either. So, just make sure no one’s gonna shoot the wrong mage on accident, and Cayla, their aim needs to be nearly on par with yours by the end of the week. If they fuck up, and a possessed mage gets to them before they can defend themselves, then we don’t just lose a mage to the Master, we lose my guns, too.”
“Done,” Cayla said with a curt nod.
“Great,” I replied with an apprecia
tive grin. “I also need you two to help Deya out. I’ll take her through some exercises as well, but I want to start at the top of the list and work our way through every weapon until we find what she can work best with. It’s about time she’s fully armed and capable of defending herself.”
“Finally,” Aurora sighed. “I’ve been dying to get a bow in her hands.”
Deya sent the half-elf an eager smile. “The pretty ones Mason made?”
Cayla tucked her smirk away. “Yes, Deya, the pretty ones.”
I returned to the atrium to find the fountain nearly emptied, and when the mage finally finished his work, he turned a wide grin my direction.
“I did it!” he exclaimed. “I just did what you said, and the water started to evaporate, so I focused on the particles and the way they separated in the air, and then it all started to happen faster.”
“That’s awesome,” I told him. “Keep working on this same exercise for the next couple days. Any water you find, I want you to make it evaporate, and once you get to where that’s easy for you, start on the reverse. Draw the water from the air and plants around you and gather it back together in a puddle.”
“Yes, sir,” the young mage said diligently.
“Mason,” I clarified as I offered him my hand. “What’s your name?”
The boy had a firm shake, and he looked about eighteen by my estimate.
“Odin.”
“Well, thanks for the help, Odin,” I said as I held the doors open for him. “I’m gonna need you to reverse this process soon, so make sure you’re practicing.”
“I will,” he promised before he headed into the village again.
Shoshanne was smirking at me when I returned to the atrium.
“See?” she said. “You’re already whipping them into shape.”
“One down … ” I mused and turned to the chest of gold in the corner. Then I sparked my magic, and I couldn’t help shaking my head to myself as I watched the hundreds of gold coins pour into the fountain. Something about the whole idea reminded me of House Pree and their golden staircase, but knowing my half-elf would be the one bathing in riches this time felt fitting in comparison.
The elves would hate it.
“I drew you a bath,” I told the half-elf as she came trotting in to the sound of clinking money, and Aurora immediately began undressing.
Then a knock came to the door, and I reluctantly turned my back to see who it was. No one was outside when I got there, but my freshly cleaned sheets were folded and waiting on the doorstep. I sighed and glanced around for any sign of Pindor before I took them up and closed the door, and when I returned to the atrium, Aurora was already up to her nipples in gold coins.
“Cayla’s waiting for you,” she purred. “I get to watch first, but don’t let Deya take my turn. I can tell she’s chomping at the bit.”
I raised my brows as Shoshanne beckoned for me to follow her, and from the giggling going on in the next room, I knew the festivities were about to begin.
The women had brought in bottles of what looked like very expensive wine from Serin, and they covered every surface they could with candles as the evening began to fade around us.
All of them wore their new outfits from the capital, and Cayla’s was made up of nothing but leather straps that left all of her more tantalizing areas fully exposed for me.
I lost track of the hours as we passed them in every position possible, and at one point, I had Cayla up against the wall of the shop while Aurora and Deya held her in place for me. The princess let us do anything we liked to her, and as I relentlessly pounded into her while I watched Deya suckle at the woman’s ample breasts, I decided this was the best homecoming I’d had in my entire life.
Then Aurora suggested I turn the princess around, and Cayla pinned the half-elf to the wall to have some fun with her while I picked up where I’d left off.
I let the women dictate the entire evening, and the minute I finished with any one of them, the next would drag me off to show me where they wanted me to fuck them next.
Aurora’s first turn with me was briefly delayed since she ordered me to form a new set of chains out of the iron in the shop, but then we broke them in while Deya watched and brought Shoshanne to a shrieking orgasm.
By the time we all collapsed into our bed, I knew every corner of the house like the back of my hand, and I decided the kitchen counter was probably my favorite spot. Only because I managed to bend every one of my women over it in turn after they’d seen me and Deya display its potential.
My head was still spinning from all the wine we drank when a knock shook the doors of our house the next morning, and when I finally managed to get my eyes open, the four women were tangled around me in an exhausted heap.
Deya was tucked along my side, and all of us dozed off with a hand resting somewhere on her lithe body. I couldn’t help but smirk to see how close the beautiful elf had become with us already.
It wasn’t really that surprising, though, when I considered the steamy welcome all three women gave the elf at once while I sipped my wine and watched.
Still, as I considered the beautiful women draped around me, it did finally hit me how far we’d come since we first met her in Nalnora.
Deya was with us in our bed for good, and we’d all spent the night together like she’d been hoping for since the time she caught me pinning Shoshanne to the wall of her father’s house. With any luck, we had hundreds of evenings like the last one ahead of us, and I only hoped we could stay put in Illaria long enough to enjoy our home for a while.
I was still admiring the sight of Cayla curled snug around the elf when another knock at the door shook me out of my daze.
The sky was already shining brightly outside the window, but every muscle in my body was still completely drained of energy from a lack of sleep. I didn’t have even a hint of a headache from all the wine, though, and I figured the absence of a hangover had something to do with my healing rune.
Mostly because I’d stumbled upon an interesting side effect of the rune’s magic the night before. It seemed my new healing abilities were doing me a few solids aside from healing dagger wounds, and I was happily surprised by the effects, as were my women. I never had much trouble keeping my performance up when it came to satisfying all of them, but last night was a little different. Not only did I cum in each of them at least four times, but my body seemed to be replenishing my seed at an ungodly rate.
Cayla was the first to point this out when Shoshanne had my semen gushing across the princess’s tits as she knelt in front of me, and I couldn’t deny she was absolutely right. My body was bouncing back faster than it ever had, and it kept me pounding into them much longer, and filling them up with more of my seed, than I could have a week ago.
It didn’t make me immortal, though, and I knew I’d have to rein myself in a bit next time if only to make sure I actually got enough sleep to function. Somehow, I gathered a scrap of energy to stumble my way out of the room, and I was buck naked with only my hand to block the view when I opened the wooden doors to find Kurna waiting.
He didn’t miss a beat as he held out a roll of parchment, and I took it with my free hand, but I didn’t bother to read it since my eyes were still mostly closed anyways.
“What’s this?” I mumbled.
“There’s a full list of the recruits so far, and I had them write down how much training they’ve had as well,” he explained. “The second parchment is a list of the mages who already have weapons but want to attend the training sessions, and the last list is made up of anyone who doesn’t have a weapon yet. These are only the most recent numbers, but I expect a few more mages to arrive as word spreads in Serin.”
“Damn,” I yawned, “I’m promoting you to sergeant.”
“Yes sir,” Kurna replied with a grin. “As your sergeant then, I should mention the conversation at the pub this morning is pretty interesting.”
I furrowed my brow. “What’s up?”
“Fr
om what I hear,” he chuckled, “you and your women certainly made quite an entrance, but the younger mages are making up a tally now, and I wasn’t sure you’d appreciate the gesture. It is an impressive number, though.”
I sighed. “Everyone heard us last night?”
“I can’t speak for everyone,” Kurna said as his grin spread wider.
“What’s the tally about?”
The look on his face sufficed for an answer, and even though I didn’t have any idea how many times the four women climaxed last night, I had a feeling training sessions would be a bit uncomfortable for them if the whole village was discussing it for the foreseeable future.
“Godsdamnit,” I muttered. “Thanks for the heads up, Kurna. Maybe you could try and rein the gossip in while I address the issue.”
“Certainly, but no rush,” the brawny mage assured me. “I’m sure you’re exhausted.”
I sighed to myself as Kurna chuckled his way down the lane, and I decided Magehill might not be the most ideal location for our lifestyle. Our nearest neighbor’s door was about ten feet from where I was standing, and I only needed to crane my neck to see the next door beyond theirs.
So, I quickly got dressed and left the women in a naked heap as I headed off to try and catch Haragh before he left for Orebane.
As I passed by a few mages emerging from their huts, three young men sent me appreciative grins, and they each clapped me on the shoulder in turn as I passed.
“Sleep well, Defender Flynt?” one of them chuckled.
I didn’t bother answering.
Then four pretty mages crossed my path, and their cheeks burned bright red the moment their eyes met mine.
Whatever they said sounded like a greeting, but their wash of giggles made it hard to discern, and I quickened my pace before the whole village could wake up.
When I found Haragh at Flynt’s Pub, he already had a mug in hand, and I nudged him on the arm while I ignored the clapping coming from a table of mages behind me.
“Come on,” I said, “I need your help moving something.”
“What’re we haulin’?” the half-ogre asked after a loud belch.
