Chapter 4: Chapter IV

When you arrive back at your camp you are not shocked at all to find your two wives engaged in disobedient behaviour. Astrid is kneeling behind your newest wife and inspecting the bindings. You slink across the dense undergrowth without leaving a trace amusing yourself at the expense of your oblivious new paramours.

"It's okay, just stay still." You watch as Astrid sits behind Soldier girl and pulls at the vines keeping her arms and hands behind her back, just out of reach of the women's sore, unattended and very, very wet cunt. No doubt the vines given cause by the small amount of magic you imparted were resisting her attempt to undo the restraints.

“I am!” Soldier girl bit her lip as she found herself pressing back into the warm body of Astrid. Her lust addled mind desperate for contact, any contact. No doubt a host of fantasies each more outlandish than the last as her mind desperately attempted to make sense of the arcane lust flowing through her veins. You shift along the branch peering down at your disobedient wife as Astrid tries to pull at the vines that begin to fuse together in repudiation of the miller girls' attempt to free your newest wife. The bindings doing everything they can to hold Soldier girl’s arms behind her back with just enough give to ensure that the limbs get enough circulation.

“I can’t untie it.” Astrid sighed as she inspected the bindings before sitting back and holding a hand to her head.

“Just get a knife. I need it!” The wonton mess in human form demanded and begged in the same breath.

“If we can’t tie it back up she will know what we did! I'm sorry Lara...” You blink, so that was the Soldier girl's name. You play with the name in your mind, Lara. Second wife Lara. Pulled from your thoughts you listen to Lara let out a whine, rubbing her thighs together as she suffers from the heat of lust in her core.

You watched as Astrid sat down behind Lara and pulled the larger and stronger women back so Lara was sitting between her legs as Lara melted into her arms.

“What are you doing?” She moaned as Astrid blushed furiously and slipped a hand down between Lara’s legs pressing her palm to her needy cunt in imitation of what you did to her.
“If you can’t use your hands I will just do it, stay still and relax.”

“Thank you!” Lara quickly uttered, any shame she felt cast aside at the prospect of some release from the aphrodisiac that had become one with her essence. Astrid for her part bit her lip as she used one of her hands to dig into Lara’s well defined thighs, her fingers pressing into the finely crafted muscle and betraying Astrid’s own lusts. Amusing as the glamour on her merely draws her to you. Her arousal at Lara’s form is genuine.

Astrid’s ministrations shift as she begins to touch the bound woman's iron hard washboard abs. The women accustomed to light labour and regular meals exploring the body of a warrior carved from marble. For a moment Astrid’s intentions to relive her fellow human give way to curiosity, appreciation of the form before her.

You wait until Astrid truly begins, her fingers playing at the swollen and needy womanhood presented to her before you act. That is enough, you had told her not to aid Lara, yet here she is wet handed. With a flourish and a whisper to the world about you as you force reality to bend to your will you land in front of the two women in your elven form casting away the body and instincts of the bat, turning towards them with a stern look.

“Astrid, explain yourself.” Your voice and presence elects a needy whine that turns to almost a shout of frustration from Lara as she presses her legs together in a desperate attempt to keep Astrid's fingers pressed against her pussy.

“You did this!” Lara grits her teeth before looking up at you. “You did something to me that made me feel like this!” Astrid shrinks back in fear before steeling herself and slipping her other hand between Lara’s legs and spreading her thighs apart making Lara groan as her dripping womanhood is exposed to the fresh morning air.

“Please, I know you did this to drive her crazy, but just get it out of the way, I can’t stand watching her suffer like this, I will take whatever punishment you have for me.” She glances down at Lara before looking back to you with a flicker of understanding shining in her eyes. Has she noticed her own experience with your glamour? “Fuck her.” Astrid demanded, meeting your gaze with impressive resolve. You feel your blood raising as your wife begs you to fuck another women. Lara could not bring herself to resist Astrid's grasp, despite her overwhelming strength compared to your beautiful first wife.

“Noooo.” Lara’s unconvincing moan caused Astrid to slip a finger to her cute button and press on it, making the girl arch her back into Astrid’s considerable, pillowy breast.

“Don’t be stubborn, You know you need this so you might as well get it out of the way!” You find yourself straining against your clothing as you behold Astrid chastising Lara.

Without protest you squat down to Astrid looking at her in the eyes as she holds Lara close. There is a flicker of fear at her own disobedience before you offer her a small smile and lean forward to plant a chaste kiss on her lips.

“Of course. I won’t ignore the needs of my wives.” Her face turns delightfully rosey as you collect yourself and disrobe. Watching as Astrid begins to position Lara so the woman is settled back into a laying down position with Astrid's legs wrapped around her hips, spreading Lara’s open for you. You settle into position with your cock quickly overwhelmed with heat of a womanhood desperate for attention. You look into Lara’s eyes as a fire within her fights against potent fay lust.

With your impressive tool laid against Lara you roll your hips, there is a moment of pure excitement that plays across Lara’s face before it turns into a rare and delightful rage as your cock shifts up to lay across her firm stomach. Your hands exploring the soldier's wide hips just as Astrid did as the miller girl in question keeps Lara’s legs spread wide for easy access. The poor woman in the middle can do little more than roll her hips and bite back groans. The needy slut fighting a losing battle.

After a few whispered words of encouragement you feel Astrid's cool hand grasp your cock, the thick member burning with lust and slowly guide you towards your mate's dripping cunt. You feel Lara’s intense arousal coat the head of your dick as you press forward, guided by Astrid into the welcoming tunnel of her fellow wife.

You press your mouth to Lara feeling her lips close around your tongue in utter submission as she melts into Astrid’s body. Her cunt milking you with a desperate strength that makes your toes curl. She was not a maiden but she was tight enough that she could be mistaken for one. A lifetime of constant training and exercise has left her core incredibly strong with a breathtaking grip.

You pull your face away from Lara as she lets out a wonton moan and begins to rock her hips with what little movement was afforded to her, Astrid's forceful spreading of her legs now unnecessary as you feel Lara’s thighs squeeze your hips with a force bordering on painful even for you.

Intent not to be outdone, you roll your hips back despite the death grip Lara’s cunt has on you as her body tries to pull you deeper. Then with a grunt you slam your hips home pressing even deeper into your lover's body as she lets out a gasp, pressing her head back as Astrid leaves kisses along her shoulder leading up to her neck and jaw before pressing her head forward to press her lips to you.

You feel Astrid’s hand sneak to her own womanhood as Lara is fucked on top of her. The miller's daughter turned elf bride stirring up her insides as she held the lust-addled warrior to her bosom. Soon the camp is filled with feminine cries, moans and the wet slaps of the rough fucking Lara truely needed after the fay aphrodisiac that had been settling in her core.

You feel your peak arise after one of the many desperate orgasms that had left Lara a drooling mess and you eagerly pick up your pace. You find your thrusts growing more shallow as you fight to remain deep as you can. Just as you find your peak you feel a warm finger pressing to your neglected womanhood. You let out a shocked and embarrassed squeal as Astrid presses her lips to yours and forces your dick against the barrier to Lara’s innermost chamber.

You cum hard, thick elven seed pumped directly into the wonton womb acting as a salve to the intense lust Lara was cursed with ever since she drank your fay seed. Relief making the once proud warrior coo softly, pressing her hips against you and clenching to prevent a single drop from escaping.

You feel Astrid’s fingers leave your pussy and watch breathless as Astrid moves the slick hand to her mouth to taste your feminine lust. You blush and pull away from Lara and Astrid as the Miller's daughter uses her free hand to press two fingers into Lara’s cunt keeping your cum from leaking out.

“So you are a woman, at least partially.” You feel butterflies in your stomach as you sit down watching your wives, now both claimed, slowly recover. Astrid cuddles Lara against herself as she wordlessly presses her fingers deeper into the well used cunt between her fellow wives legs.

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“Of course I am.” You huff, crossing your arms. It was not like your wife did not have the right to pleasure you in that way but to have it be so sudden. You were not sure how you felt about it.

“Are all elves like you?” Astrid asks curiously.

“No, some only have one or the other. Some have both, it's not rare.” You shrug donning your pants again before you collect some of the clean furs and with a whispered command allow the bindings around Lara’s wrists to release her. It's not like you needed to keep her hands away from her pussy anymore.

“Lara.” You say, impressed as the well bred fighter had the faculties to look at you. She looked both satisfied and defiant if such a thing was possible. “You are my second wife, my first as Astrid, she shall likewise be your mate. This is your future. You will bear my children and this is where you will live until I decide to move on from this camp and then you shall follow me. In return I offer you my name and protection, I am Ira.” She looks more baffled then touched at what you are giving her but you pay that no mind.

“Put these on, we are going for a walk.” You hang the furs onto a tree, over the next few days you would need to make new clothes for the pair of them so they were more comfortable. Perhaps even force the earth to be even softer, you know Humans liked very soft sleeping spots. Pillows and the like, as the Satyr do.

“Where are we going?” Astrid looks up at you with bright eyes, hopeful.

“To meet with a forest denizen, Amara.” You hum in musing, searching for a way to describe your long relationship. “A friend of mine.” She looks downcast for a moment before blushing as something occurs to her.

“W-well we can’t have her... leaking, all the way there.” She takes her fingers from Lara’s cunt and licks them clean of your seed as you watch with bated breath. She then slips out from under Lara as the woman blinks away post coital drowsiness to work out what Astrid is doing. Without a word Astrid slips between Lara’s legs and presses her tongue to her cream filled pie as Lara lets out a groan of overstimulation and clings to Astrid as the Millers girl begins to explore and clean her insides.

You force down your welling arousal and turn away, stealing your mind for the meeting with Amara. That your first wife was very, very likely one who appreciates her own sex more than others was hardly a problem. It was better to have wives that got along after all.

It was a relatively short walk to the grove and by the time you had reached it Lara had regained her senses. While she would forever crave your tool and know its exact shape within her most precious space she was no longer ruled by a fay aphrodisiac and had regained her fire. With your seed planted within her the constant need to breed with you would fade to mere desire.

Not all of her fire, the intoxicating lust she had experienced served to burn memories to her mind rather than dull her senses. She would forever remember how she held you deep within her, every breath against her neck, how your muscles strained against hers when you fucked, how Astrid whispered comforting and lewd things to her ear, how she cummed her brains out around your breeding tool.

No matter what she would remember the experience, the memory itself etched into her mind by magic that had long predated elven understanding of such things. She walked behind you, next to Astrid who pulled her along with fingers intertwined as they held each other's hand. You strode at the front of your little group, a thumb playing over your palm as your mind played over dozens of long neglected emotions.

It was undeniable now, you had been stagnant. For decades you had spoken little, engaged in training for a battle that would never arrive, practised for a hunt you never planned, sang to reality spells that you did not truly need.

In the past few days you had lived more than you had in a long time. You had company, you would not give it up. Felix was an enigma, you had little doubt he had his own machinations and you were not so arrogant that you would assume you were his true goal. Only an utter fool of a mortal would have aspirations for the forest.

But that begged the question, what did he want? You had no doubt that you would learn that if you continued to play his little game, but by allowing him the initiative, to be simply reactive to him. That would offer him power he had no claim to.

You entered the glade, the world shifting with a familiar but still disorienting suddenness with your wives slowly walking behind you. The air was warm as if you were standing in a cool breeze while a warm summer sun shone down upon you. The ground is bright with rich and colourful plants and flowers.

Your mates looked about stunned as you began to disrobe, placing your equipment and clothes into a neat pile as you approached the steaming waters that slowly circled a grand tree at the middle of the grove there was no visible source to the water, no flowing brook nor a place for the water to yet flow but the current persisted all the same. The roots of the tree reached through the warm water, you climbed in and let out a content sigh as the heat soothed your sore and knotted muscles.

Small wounds, cuts, bruises, the innumerable and often noticeable amount of small damage that nature inflicted to all that lived within her world. Such small imperfections vanished as you dunked your head under the water before sitting upon one of the many strong underwater roots of the tree seemingly perfectly shaped for you to recline upon.

You turned and waved your lovers over and after a moment of hesitation, they joined you in the waters. Their expressions were priceless as they practically melted in the waters of the glade. No doubt sore orifices and muscles healing in moments. The hot waters offering a sense of relaxation that the pair likely had never experienced before.

You close your eyes and lean back into the water, enjoying the moment of quiet and relaxation. You feel warm hands press into your shoulders before kneading the muscles in your back with an expert hand. You feel a smile reach your lips as your wives whispering turns silent.

“Ira I hope you have a good reason to bring a pair of Humans here.” The voice is deep, rich and with an otherworldly edge. You nod your head as the hands continue to massage your neck. You open your eyes to watch the stunned stares of Lara and Astrid as they look at the women behind you.

She was stunning, the shape of a tall and well proportioned woman crafted from wood that shifted with the softness of flesh. Her eyes were bright and full of life, moreover, the promise of life to come forevermore. Her body jiggled delightfully, even now shifting from a rich and inviting brown to a youthful and invigorating green.

“So you are awake.” You tease earning a pinch to the tip of your ear and making you shudder and hiss at the sudden overstimulation.

“I have been listening, you are a selfish woman Ira. Foolish too.” You lick your lips and shrug.

“I won’t give them up.” You tease, sincere of course but Amara enjoyed a more playful nature as befitting one of the Archfey.

“No, I did not expect you would. Tell me what happened, I wish to hear the story from you rather than the troublesome nymphs.” You nodded and with respect for your host whom you had imposed yourself on, began to explain the events of the past few days. Truthfully, to lie here would be the greatest folly.

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