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"Let's leave your pregnancy for later. For now, just watch." Aaralon smirked to his first ****'s delight.

The thought of pregnancy gives you an idea, and you set about preparing the rite. Aaralon knew enough runes to feel his way through some basic spell creation. While he had another five years till the college would permit such tests, their strict rules didn't concern the budding evil mage. At first, the wood elves eagerly awaited what their new leader had planned for the haughty elves, but grew bored when they eventually had to accept the patience required for magic use.

"If your so bored, waste some time with those two." Aaralon absentmindedly waves a hand at the twins. If he wasn't so engrossed with his preparations, he might have seen their horror and pitiful struggle before resuming their new duties. "Just be sure neither gets pregnant; Can't have all this going to waste."

Upon finishing his circle, Aaralon regards his subjects. "Enough, it's time." The wood elves back away leaving the dazed captives splayed in the night air. Aaralon strides up and sinks one hand into each of their besotted pussies drawing the mixed sexual fluids to his hands. All the high elves can muster to this new violation is a groggy moan.

"Strip me." He bids to his ****. She tries to perform sensually for him, to his appreciation, but he keeps his plans in mind.

Naked Aaralon strides into the circle careful not to disturb his runes, and seats himself in the middle. Placing his wet hands on his genitals, he speaks his evocation.

Ded Ees Siec Neid Ebo Nith Iwsi Tisa Gnolos

His followers expect a show, but his clean hands and pulsing length are all the confirmation Aaralon needs to know his spell worked.

The high elves regain enough of their strength to attempt an escape, but the slavers are on them before they can leave the clearing. It's barely a struggle before there's a man on each leg pulling them open. Even with their heightened dexterity, the twins' faces contort in discomfort.

"Keep Annex close," Aaralon bid his **** as she darts between down to play with the exposed crotch causing the captive to twitch gently. Aaralon bares his teeth to her. "Watch me with your sister."

The mage lines up with Aura's pulled open pussy and hammers in wasting no time starting his rutting. With the **** she'd suffered already, Aura merely swings with the thrusts.

Dissatisfied with the elf's loose nethers, "Zio" the mage shocks her, forcing her muscles to spasm. The pain is enough that Aura frantically clenches her pelvic muscles to provide stimulation, but Aaralon finds it lacking compared to his spell. Her spasms eventually bring him to orgasm.

Not long after, both were filled with human semen. Should it take, which was assured, the resulting embryo would take on his enchantment and bind both mother and child to Aaralon's will. The wizard was confident the months of constant conditioning would turn these two into his most loyal slaves yet.