Move to your room.

You and the four elves move swiftly through the Throne Room, naked as could be, and then to the hallway leading upstairs into the second level. All the way at the end is the door to the king's chambers. You all enter, one by one, and they giggle as the nudge you closer to the bed. Yaera is the last through. She closes the door while the others tackle you down onto the mattress sized for a dozen.

Once again, a full night's sleep isn't in the cards.

You orgasm a few times more, which is far beyond what could be said for any ordinary man, though the women cum so many times that even Mela, the scholarly one of the group, has no opportunity to keep count. She's far too busy being one of them anyway. Your chambers fill with an orchestra of moans, all of different tones and volumes.

As you pin Amara against the wall just beneath the window, you wrap your lips around her ear and nibble. Your tongue teases it to the pointed tip, and there you gently suckle on her skin. This melts her into a puddle faster than the Lady of the Lake, and she's possibly left even wetter. You're forced to use more strength to keep her up.

Nyllia pulls you back into bed, and you roll and play along with the elves between being on top and beneath, between taking them by the side or switching between the bed and any other piece of furniture one could be fucked over, until they become increasingly exhausted. First to lose energy is Amara, and then Yaera. Mela lasts longer than she would have in her original body. It's Nyllia who can do it the longest, though she eventually has to tap out as well.

It's been hours since you first stepped foot into the Royal Bath.

Now, you lay in your bed, naked and winded, half buried by absolute bombshells, in a dizzied clarity following the fulfillment of every fantasy fan's dream. There are dragons in this world, as well as cat people and demons, though there's something to be said about spending the night with a group of elves.

More importantly, they're girls you care deeply about. You feel the connection between not only you and them, but one another. Even to Yaera, who you've only met a few times now, you feel a bond.

Yin is going to have a lot of clothing to clean up scattered around the bath tomorrow morning. On top of that, the blankets of the bed, most of which have been discarded to the floor. You'll have to give her an extra kiss for the effort.

The sound of them sleeping is precious. All of them drift off before you do.