Embarking upon this horny new world!

“Master,” the blonde elf between my legs cooed, her massive bust being pressed against the bulge in my briefs, “your cock is so hot I think it might burn through my dress.” The feeling of her soft boobs on my hips and thighs was to die for. Though they were covered in a very thin, sheer, white, silky fabric of her sundress, they still felt heavenly.

A hand was placed over my forehead from behind, belonging to a green-haired elf whose pillowy bosom I was resting my head against. “Oh no, Master you’re burning up!” she exclaimed, but also giggled. “We need to take care of you right away.” Then she crossed her arms on my chest, hugging my head into her breasts even tighter.

“I’m already—hnnnn—on it, Gria!” a third elf replied, who was tan-skinned and had short brunette hair and was currently grinding her crotch against my left arm using it to brazenly masturbate. Unlike the blonde elf, she was not wearing a dress. Instead, she was wearing an oversized t-shirt that was lime green in color apart from a solid stripe of sheer material right where her modest breasts were, showing off her small brown nipples. I was pretty sure she wasn’t wearing anything else, at least, if she were wearing panties, I probably would have felt them.

“I’ll happily take care of him down here,” the blonde elf said, smiling and sliding down my briefs to expose my hardened member. Oddly, this was actually the first time I’d seen its new length when it was erect. I never got the chance to get a good look at with Lillian earlier and had otherwise only seen it flaccid. It was definitely a monster, now. “I think Vey is raring to go, too.”

It didn’t take a genius to figure out who Vey was in this context. The final of the four elves in the room had extremely long, white hair and lavender-colored skin. She was completely naked, and while one of them was covered by a lock of her hair, her other purple nipple was completely visible. She also had my fingers in her lips, suckling on the digits like they were… well… something else. She didn’t reply to the blonde elf’s words, only continued making sucking sounds and looking like she was in absolute bliss.

The green-haired elf behind me, who I took to be named Gria, laughed, “No kidding. A shame, I was really looking forward to getting the first mouthful.”

“I’ll share with you when I coax it out of him,” the blonde replied cheerfully and then pulled down the top of her dress before plunging my cock between them. Their marshmallowy softness made me groan with delight.

“Thanks, Kila, you’re so nice,” Gria smiled at the blonde. “Mara looks like she’s going to pop pretty soon.”

I assumed Mara was the tan-skinned elf grinding against my arm, as she was the only unnamed elf left in the room, also the only one who looked even remotely close to climax. She was panting heavily and energetically moving her hips back and forth, leaving a distinctive glistening trail of moistness on my forearm with each thrust forward and backward. I’d never truly felt a woman’s sex being pressed up against my arm before, and the feeling was definitely something else, something good.

So here I was, laying atop a pile of pillows in a room for which the express purpose seemed to be exactly what was happening right now. Orgies. There were framed paintings on each wall, but all of them depicted elves in various stages of undress or in sexually suggestive poses. There were shelves lined with candles, all of which bore a slightly sweet and delightful scent that only seemed to cloud my mind with thoughts of sex and affection. And a sphere hung suspended in the air above us glowing with light, floating without being attached to anything.

When at last Lillian and I were transported to our interesting new world, I ended up in this room surrounded by these four gorgeous elves. Each one of them was busty and curvaceous, with the sole exception of the tanned-skin one, whose breasts were probably just B-cups. Otherwise, the green-haired Gria had the largest, larger than Lillian’s new pair which must have made them F-cups, followed by the blonde Kila, who was about the same as Lillian, then finally the lavender-skinned Vey who had double-D’s, I was pretty sure.

In addition, each of them was very tall. We were all standing up when I first arrived, and I was immediately thrown for a loop. Standing at six feet and three inches, it wasn’t common to be at eye-level with most people, but even Mara, who was the shortest among them, had to be at least five feet and ten inches. Gria was the tallest and in fact might have had an inch or two on me. The other two were the same height and were probably only three inches shorter than me.

“How are you feeling, Master?” Gria asked me as her thin and delicate finger traced circles on my chest.

“This is very relaxing,” I replied, and it was true, “horny, but relaxing.”

Kila giggled and bounced her breasts up and down around my rigid length, my tip peeking out of the cleavage every now and again, “I’m glad we can help you relax, Master. Having to run this temple must be exhausting.”

A whimper was Vey’s only addition to the conversation as she nibbled on my fingertip lightly. I found myself continually looking over at her. Not only was she very pretty, but her strange skin tone was also very interesting. It didn’t look at all like body-paint, it was the real deal. Her skin was actually purple. And her hair was definitely snowy white naturally as evidenced by her eyelashes and eyebrows sharing this coloring. She was very unique.

I knew, based on Lillian’s frenzied world-building rants from the past three days, that this coloration made her one of the “moon elves” or “night elves”. They used to go by “dark elves” as well, but recent social movements rendered that name for them not only archaic and offensive, but also inaccurate. The actual elven word for their people, “drow” literally meant “those of the night” or “those of the moon”, given to them because they had spent much of their early culture as nocturnal people.

“Mmm, Master, your arm feels so good,” Mara moaned, starting to buck her hips even more intensely, “I’m getting so close!”

“Oh?” I cocked an eyebrow then pulled my arm back toward me a little. She panicked at first, probably thinking I was about to deny her, but then I thrust a couple of my fingers into her moist flower and began fingering her. Her moans then became much more intense.

Mara was a “wood elf”, as many of their kind had tan skin and rarely had hair colors outside of earthen tones. For reference, my appearance was meant to be half-wood elf. The other two, given their vibrant hair colors and fairer skin tones, were clearly “high elves”, given that name because they were the first of their kind to build cities and civil infrastructure. In this world, the high elves had been the ones to invent skyscrapers using magic to mold stone in the same way we would use concrete, and used reinforced mithral as the framework. Mithral was both stronger than the steel we used in our world and weighed far less.

“How kind of you, Master, to help Mara along like that,” Gria said.

“We truly have the best Master around, don’t we?” Kila agreed, “How do my tits feel on your big, meaty cock?”

Hearing a real, honest-to-god elf ask me a question like that nearly made me nut on the spot, “Feels really good,” I replied.

“Oh! It twitched, Master must like it when I compliment his gorgeous, stiff cock like that,” Kila giggled and then inhaled sharply through her nose before picking up her pace. “Fuck, and it smells so good too, it’s going to drive me crazy I think.”

“Master, M-Master,” Mara panted, her voice going up an octave with each word, “I’m cumming! Aaaaaahh!” She spasmed sharply, her hips trembling as her orgasm smashed into her like a wave. I took this opportunity to flick her clit with my thumb and watched as her eyes shot open and she practically screamed out in pleasure.

“Oh my,” Gria commented, “Mara, ever the screamer.”

It was loud, but I didn’t find it grating at all. The very idea that I was the one who caused such an intense reaction frankly made it very wonderful to hear, “I love it,” I said, smiling at the wood elf girl, who collapsed into the pile of pillows next to me and snuggled against my arm.

“Can you believe her ex actually broke up with her because of that?” Kila asked in a gossipy tone.

“Really?” I asked, shocked. I mean, I knew screamers weren’t exactly for everyone, but that wasn’t cool.

“Ugh, so selfish and rude. What is it with some guys these days?” Gria took the conversation bait immediately.

“We should totally bring back the matriarchy,” Kila nodded jokingly and everyone laughed. Then she began making an alternating up-and-down motion with her breasts to urge an orgasm out of me. I remembered that high-elven society had been completely matriarchal at one point, about two-hundred years ago, with only women dominating the leadership positions. This ended when humans and other races began integrating into elven society more regularly.

“Not our Master, though,” Mara commented breathily, “Master Adam is so wonderful in every way. It was worth a nasty breakup if I get to devote myself to such a wonderful man now.”

“Very true,” Gria agreed, “it makes me happy that he and Mistress Lillian accepts us for not only our undeniable beauty but also our little quirks. That’s right Vey, I said ‘undeniable’.”

The moon elf’s eyes shot open, and she pointed their vivid red irises toward Gria in a slightly intimidating gesture. Then quickly closed them and continued her whimpering suckling session on my fingers. The others just giggled.

“Yeah, Master is one of the good ones for sure,” Kila nodded, “and I guess Scarlet and the twins are also notable exceptions. We just have a wonderful little family here.”

“Kila, I—” I panted, feeling myself getting close.

“Oh, about to give us some of your delicious cream, Master?” She asked before lowering herself so that the tip went right into her lips, readying herself for the orgasm.

“Remember to share some with me,” Gria said. “Master’s milk is the most delicious drink I’ve ever had.” She whispered this last bit into my ear, and that was what finally drove me over the edge. With a grunt and a moan, I exploded into Kila’s lips, beginning my long torrent of an orgasm.

I heard the blonde elf sucking loudly as my cum rocketed into her mouth in long, satisfying ropes. It wasn’t long before I heard her start to swallow greedily and hungrily. Meanwhile, Mara had grabbed my hand and brought it behind her and to her rear, letting me grope and squeeze it as I came, adding to the experience. She also moaned softly into my ear in response to the fondling which did wonders. Also helping was Vey, who had removed my fingers to watch Kila drink my seemingly endless spunk supply with a fierce sense of focus. However, she had instead moved my hand to her breasts, and I happily squeezed and manhandled their softness as I was wracked with orgasm. Finally, Gria used her delicate fingers to urge my chin upward so she could lean down and kiss my lips, resulting in a very heated make-out session.

“Gulp, gulp… mmm… gulp!” the only sound in the room was the audible sounds of Kila swallowing my cream and the gentle smacking of Gria’s lips against mine.

Each of these women were dedicating themselves fully to my pleasure, doing their parts to ensure my orgasm lasted as long as it could. There was a distant part of me that felt guilty doing something like this with someone who wasn’t Lillian, much less four different people at once, as we hadn’t been swingers in our world. But I knew this was just a knee-jerk reflex to the situation.

In fact, while the vast majority of people occupying this world were going to be left up to more or less random chance, the members of our elven harem were designed with painstaking detail by Lillian. She told me that she had specifically designed the traditionally female half of the members to appeal to my interests.

So, I had no reason to worry, she basically made them to be enjoyed by me, though she refused to share any details about them, apparently wanting me to be surprised. Besides, I knew that she was enjoying herself in another room across the hall from me right this moment with the remaining four members of our harem. That had been our plan from the start, after all.

“Gulp… gulp…” Kila pulled herself away from my tip with a mouthful of my spunk. I wasn’t finished, though, and my sperm continued to rocket into the air an impressive distance before falling back onto my belly in several wet splats. Then Kila scooted over to Vey, who looked quite thirsty, and planted a deep kiss on her lips. I saw my cream ooze out from the sides of their mouths as they snowballed my cum between them. Two elven beauties were snowballing my sperm, this was heaven.

Gria wasted no time in gently sliding out from behind me and over to my still ejaculating member. She popped the tip into her lips and moaned happily as she began to drink the remainder of what I had to offer.

“Gulp… gulp… gulp…” Gria’s swallowing was a little more distinctive than Kila’s, it seemed she liked to fill her mouth up more, whereas the blonde elf seemed to just chug it all down as it came.

When my ejaculation finally stopped, I was left a panting and writhing mess.

Gria slid her lips off my tip, “Ahhh, Master, your cum is so tasty. I’m full already and I haven’t even had lunch yet.”

Mara decided to join in the fun, leaning over me to begin licking at my well-defined abs and chest to get the spunk that landed there during the switch-over between Kila and Gria. “Mmm, no kidding,” she said as she swallowed it down, “Master had better give me most of it next time to make up for it though. All I get are these leftovers.”

“M-me too,” Vey added, quietly. The moon elf seemed very shy and very adorable; I could tell I was going to enjoy her company a lot. In fact, all of these girls were perfect for me, Lillian had done a good job.

I had the motherly and composed Gria, who seemed to have something of a cum-play fetish; there was the sassy and casual Kila, who gave a pretty mean boobjob; then the energetic and determined Mara, who was evidently a screamer; and the shy and soft-spoken Vey, with a pretty clear oral fixation. My girlfriend had done a damn good job indeed. Each one of them even had an experimental quality that even I wouldn’t have thought of if tasked with making the perfect elven girls. For instance, I had no idea that Gria being taller than me had its own appeal, Vey’s exotic skin-tone, Mara’s screaming orgasms, and so on. I’d have to thank Lillian later for this.