Its time to play

With that, you pulled away to turn your back towards her, stepping away from the altar towards the center of the room. You stood there with your hands folded across your chest for a whole minute. There was almost complete silence, save for the ragged respiration of the sufficiently shamed warrior elves. Then you turn around to smirk at the officer. You raised your fingers in both hands.

"What!? No!" The officer piped up hard, "I answered your questions, fiend! I answered all!"

"I did say I wanted answers to 'all' my questions. You did not answer the last two in a timely enough manner, knife ear." You let out a raunchy chuckle, before you pass judgement and ignoring the pettiness of your whims. Now seemed like the best time for have some long needed fun.

With a mighty simultaneous snap, the strings that kept the remaining clothes of your captives wrapped around them split apart, the last pieces of their modesty fluttered to the ground. All at once, you could hear a cacophony of shouting and screeching. Wherever your eyes could see, the nakedness of wonderfully endowed elven woman was everywhere for you to ogle with impunity. The myriad of feminine orbs bounced and jiggled as they struggled in renewed attempts to break free, their partially shaven snatches rolling around their knees in futile efforts to lock them together. The sheer panic and devastation in their eyes was inspiring. So distressed by their exposure that some of them even began whispering litanies, asking for forgiveness from their various elven faiths. You knew that some of them had chosen to be chaste, as a religious tradition for recruitment into the ranks of elite guard. Turning back to look at their commander, she was attempting to bury her face in her shoulder, tears streaming from her tightly closed eyes amidst stifled weeping. If you were any lesser creature, you would have taken pity upon such a beautiful face in tears, but you were no such weakling. Your eyes were upon her naked body like a wolf to a free meal. Hers were the contours of a goddess, with perfectly shaped breasts and proportionate hips.

For a wanting man like yourself, simply ogling was not enough. The time had come to escalate in order to get back into the swing of things. You wave your arms towards the metal heaps on the floor and they began to defy gravity, coalescing into a mesh of metallic form after a quick dance of your fingers. You begin to rework the shape of the metal, dividing it to a single piece for each elven maiden, and the shape you had given it was something that you had: a 7 inch, elongated rod with smoothened edges, perfectly taking after the shape of your much admired manhood. After which, you attached a plate upon the top sides of every base, fashioning them into little inch long mounds. When you were done, you hovered the replicas of your rock steady cock near the snatches of your captive elven women. Some of them took notice and protested loudly, knowing what was coming next and screaming in utmost terror, their former brave self all but shattered. With no regard to their shouting for mercy, you flick your palms outwards. Every pair of feminine legs in the room spread wide open, and with a dirty snigger, you let the telekinesis do the rest. The metallic cocks rammed into their victims as if invisible clones of yourself had penetrated their love holes. The chaos that ensued was music to your ears. Each newly created toy began a piston like movement, suddenly buzzing from a vicious, constant vibration.

Turning back around, you leave the women to their predicaments. Their unforgiving violation was your renewed pleasure. Every grunt, groan and sobbing lamentation was another delight to be enjoyed. You approached the officer, who was now quietly bawling her eyes out, unable to keep herself composed with her head turned as far away from you as possible. Her legs too were spread open before you, giving you an awesome view of her fully unveiled slit, and there was nothing that was going to stop you from having a good come back frolic.