The First Threshold Is Crossed.

With the dawn of a new day after his unlocking, Jaune’s world felt like it’d upended again. More so than a horny bout of teenage over-eagerness bringing a retinue of bodacious elven babes who would, and in fact had jumped onto his dick the instant he’d given them the opportunity.

Attaining magic had opened the world around him in ways he’d never anticipated, it was so much more than a way to throw fireballs, ice-bolts or flipping skirts using a gale without dust like most people imagined.

Dreams were more vivid, lucid wasn’t quite right, as they were more a dreamscape, far more real and almost tangible while he’d been asleep. A world where the only limits were his imagination in sculpting it, though he’d swore he saw Tamzi just beyond the edge of it all, standing with several other elves he didn’t recognize standing guard, watching over his dreams.

Returning to the waking world, he felt the shift in his soul announcing he was awake. His new magic senses touched by the sensation of greetings, duty and chest constricting excitement emanating from beside his bed from his attendants.

With magic also came a natural empathic ability, at least that’s how Jaune had wrapped his head around it. Everything was so much more, touches could convey whole conversations as with it, allowing the infusion of emotion into inanimate objects and far more.

Aila and Tamzi had taught him how to erect wards around his soul to prevent leakage of intent, emotion and desire before he’d gone to bed. Both elves' ears had done that happy waggle as they praised Jaune when he’d mastered the basics of concealing his soul so quickly.

Something Jaune was thankful for was apparently humans didn’t infuse their emotions into their words and actions like Elves could as easy as breathing, enhancing their actions using them.

Now, those intoxicating perfumes they wore that had stirred him for the last several weeks carried a yearning, a desire emitted by the two kneeling elves, they wanted to serve him, for him to use them.

Jaune swallowed heavily as he swung his feet off the side of his bed, looking at both of them. Two women that would be worshiped as goddesses by the boys, men and women too on the island. But, they worshiped him, Jaune, the baby of the family with dreams of becoming a hero like his grandfather.

Their simple act of kneeling now was an outpouring of devotion to him, offering their suppliance to him as their god. Nothing in their souls held deceit or malintent, a pure and honest desire to be his servants they held no shyness in displaying to him. Alongside it was joy, a simple joy from being in his presence that made Jaune feel ashamed, as the realization of the depth of their adoration was laid bare beyond what any words could convey.

He looked at their beautiful bodies in a new light, no more did he feel the awkwardness he had over the last few weeks seeing the swaths of porcelain and chocolate skin of both women. A tinge of sheepishness stung, as Jaune had to admit it was far too late to be awkward about their clothing when he’d had sex with both of them just last night.

Tamzi, as only she could, swept into a sexy kowtow, head touching his bedroom floor. “This insignifiant servant hopes your eminence found last night's rituals satisfactory. If it was insufficient, then your eminence could extract your satisfaction from this servant's body, my body can take your unrestrained passion~” The night elf husked, her typical naughty offer now struck him with a vivid intensity of carnal desire.

Her infused voice crashed over him, Jaune’s cock felt as if her skillful hands were already and her sin inducing lips kissing his tip, he shivered and gasped, rocked by the power of the Tamzi’s infusion of desire into her words.

“Tamzi.” Aila chided, the motherly tone now bearing the sort of disapproval only a mother could have browbeat Tamzi. Aila’s ears were red in embarrassment. “His eminence is still learning to handle the great blessing he gave us that allows us to infuse our words, and works.”

Remaining in her kowtow, Jaune could feel the lascivious smirk on the night elfs lips. “If my ardor stirs him. Mayhaps you would prefer to be the recipient?” Tamzi teased, without even raising her head.

Aila’s flawless white cheeks filled with color, in her lap she wrung her hands, a sheepish smile on her lips. “I-I would be honored to soothe his eminence’s needs.” Aila softly said, her words of warmth smothered Jaune with love, as if his face was being shoved between her massive breasts as she caressed his head.

Jaune’s cheeks could feel the subtle warmth of the smooth silky skin of the valley of her bosom enveloping his face. Both elves' infused words left Jaune’s dick at full attention, his face flush and lump of shame in his throat.

It was overwhelming, the sheer pure unfettered love he’d felt in their words now compared to before, it was like he’d been blind as a bat before and now he could see the world. He felt guilty for pushing them away, denying them when all they wanted to do was to make him happy.

Rubbing the back he sucked in a breath swallowing the lump. “Hey, uh girls would you mind dressing me today?” Jaune tepidly requested as he stood up.

But, the sparkle and the swell of happiness that radiated off Aila as she smiled brilliantly, and Tamzi’s emotion was subtle, the heat of carnal passion of desire to get her hands onto him.

“As you wish.” Both of their voices overlapping each other, rising from their kneeling positions to their feet with that inhuman grace, they glided through his room the neatly folded clothes they’d already prepared floating into the air from their magic.

Aila and Tamzi circled him, the day elf behind him, Tamzi in front. Their hands touched his body reverently, Tamzi’s slender fingers pulled the zipper of his onesie, the chattering of its descent flowed with the night elf slunking to her knees in a hypnotic, serpentine motion.

Jaune’s chest exposed by the opened zipper to the world, the elves began their work. Aila’s hands slid into the opening skimming over his pecs, a girlish glee of a dream came true flowed from her touch as her fragrant refreshing perfume filled Jaune’s nose from her closeness as they went to his shoulders and peeled away the top from his skin.

Below on her knees, Tamzi’s fingers curled patiently at the end of the opening until Jaune’s upper body was freed from his sleepwear, she pulled it down his legs, an intense relish from her as she stripped the onesie away. Then in an imitation of a cat, pressing the front of her body onto his legs freed his feet from his onesie, she took advantage to cast a lustful gaze up at him, her amethyst eyes peeking over Jaune’s stretched underwear casting simmering lust that prickled over his skin in a wave of heat.

Jaune felt a little comical when they moved on, giving such ceremony to every piece of clothing, they weren’t dressing him in extravagant clothes, or rich silks. No, Aila was pulling over his head a cotton t-shirt, large breasts touching his back only the strip of impossibly smooth cloth separating her skin from his. While in tandem Tamzi pulled up a pair of blue jeans up his legs, her hands flowing across his underwear in a lightning bolt of pleasure as she adjusted his package perfectly to fit into his pants leaving him dressed for the day.

Work finished they withdrew to their typical position of flanking him.

Apart from the raging boner, that had been the most amazing time getting dressed in his life. His clothes somehow felt more comfortable, as instead of mass production clothes they felt tailored to his body even though nothing about them had changed.

“Um, thanks girls.” Jaune said, focusing on his magic to express his thanks to them like they did.

Both elves looked pleased as it washed over them, taking the thanks in silence.

“This servant needs no thanks for her work, however your eminence. Shall I have this burned, your eminence?” Tamzi inquired, disgust for the onesie in her hands seeping through her words.

“No!” Jaune yelped, not his onesie!

Geez! What was so wrong about the onesie?

“As you wish.” Tamzi accepted, though Jaune felt the burning hate of ‘You live another day to tarnish my god’s form.’ emanating off of the night elf as she stashed it away. Turning back Jaune found the night elf’s eyes shining with mischief.

“If I may remind you, my liege, there are methods of discipline for an unruly servant’s mouth~” Tamzi fished shamelessly, one of her fingers tracing the outline of her lips underneath her face veil.

“Such needless punishment is unnecessary Tamzi.” Aila interjected, a pout carried through the magic in her voice.

Laughing at the day elf’s rebuke. “Nonsense, we serve our divine father in mind, body and soul! It's our hearts desire to fulfill his fantasies~” Tamzi passionately extolled. A statement of utter truth backed by conviction. One that he could feel resonated in Aila, even though she clearly didn’t agree with Tamzi’s vision of that.

Blushing, Jaune didn’t answer as that fact reared its head. That these two paragons of beauty held a deep conviction that he could use their bodies for his satisfaction when and wherever he felt like. Going so far, in his limited understanding to bear their souls and emotions freely to him when they should be warding and concealing them, a sign of total and absolute trust and devotion that only now he could understand the sheer depth of their dedication to him.

Something he’d been refusing to engage in, until, until yesterday. Jaune’s mind was a whirl as he had to mull it over.

“Breakfast is prepared already for your eminence, ” Aila shifted the topic, offering Jaune a way out from his mind running in circles.

“Uh, yeah, lets, lets go eat.” Jaune agreed, his mind however lingering on his previous neglect of such pure honesty of his attendants.

Sitting at the table Jaune groaned at a bite of Aila’s pancakes, the taste was beyond what he’d imagined the richest people in the world could get from their stable of world class chiefs. They were the perfect balance of soft and fluffy, paired with a syrup that complimented them uniquely in an explosion of flavor and fruit that perfection.

For over three weeks Jaune had been treated to meals of divine quality, Aila’s food for breakfast, sometimes lunch and dinner were spoiling him.

The day elf had utterly taken over the Arc family kitchen, Violette, and any other culinary inclined Arc had been totally ejected from the kitchen roost as the matronly elf had taken it in a stroke of conquest through the Arc family stomachs.

“It’s soooo good!” Bianca moaned, between moments of stuffing her face with the pancakes and fruit. His sporty devouring the meal with gusto, tearing up from the heavenly food dazzling her taste buds.

Beside her more outspoken sister, Shani Arc shyly nodded her head in agreement quietly groaning at the explosive flavor of each bite of food she took. "How is it so amazing every time." Shani murmured, her eyes darting towards either of the elf attendants, before blushing and refocusing on her food.

Hearing Shani’s quiet words Olivia Arc softly laughed. “I know right? I bet if I was waitressing at a restaurant with cooking like this, I’d be making outrageous tips.” Olivia wistfully said, her mind already drifting off into the clouds of her mind, probably dreaming up some airship design in her head to sail the heavens Aila’s food took her.

A rattle of silverware went up as one of Azure toned arms lifted her plate into the air. “Thirds please, I think I deserve another serving for taking the time to lead you to my little brother!” The boisterous huntress called out.

In the kitchen Aila was an entrancing sight to watch, not just because of the flawless twin round globes of her backside on full display thanks to her backless clothes. No, the day elf cooking was a breathtaking show, her hands blurs adjusting pans, temperatures and sliced fruit, beyond her filling the rest of the kitchen with motion was her magic, that handled a dozen different pieces of prepwork peeling, stirring measuring allowing a single woman to rival a full kitchen staff as she tirelessly cooked a feast for the whole Arc family.

“One moment Holy sibling Azure.” Aila’s kind voice pieced through the sounds that surrounded her easily.

Then in a blink of an eye a fresh stack of pancakes, a side of fruit and drizzle of syrup levitated perfectly onto the Azure upheld plate, not a crumb or drop spilled.

“Thanks!” Sitting back down, Azure shoveled the food into her mouth, though paused to make shameless sounds of delight. “Oooh, Jaune, listen to me. Put a ring on Aila, because if you're going to be a hunter, this food is a reason to crawl out of a shallow grave just for another bite, if not for one last tumble in the hay.” Azure said between near lurid sounds of delight.

“Azure! Don’t say things like that at the table.” Violette sitting opposite Jaune scolded her daughter, though she was similarly squirming in pleasure at each bite of her meal.

Azure laughed off their mother’s scolding.

Everything was normal, yet if it wasn’t for the fact he’d live his entire life up to this point he couldn’t help thinking compared to speaking with Aila and Tamzi, it felt off. As if several layers of sub-text were missing, something Jaune might have found frustrating if he wasn’t used to it.

Tamzi standing beside him haughtily scoffed, disdain in her eyes as she placed a hand on a cocked hip and held a hand over her chest in offense. “Marriage? How trite, the divine father transcends such vows, our filial piety to him is unquestionable. No elven daughter could imagine refusing him, and any husband would be proud to know his wives or daughters paid homage to the divine father with their bodies!” Tamzi preached fervently, the utter insanity of it flying over the heads of all present due to their normality.

Aila from the kitchen made a musical hum of agreement. "Indeed, we were commanded to be fruitful and multiply, it is the crystallization of that command, to as his children to accept or allow our god to sate himself with our bodies." Aila added, though Tamzi rolled her eyes at the day elf theology.

Except for Jaune, he’d paused in his meal as his mind retraced Tamzi’s earlier words.

‘It's our hearts desire to fulfill his fantasies’

In his pants Jaune’s dick throbbed at the memory, as he’d felt the truth of them.

He’d been rebuking their every previous offer, now the sincerity of their words bludgeoned him. It wasn’t simply them offering themselves out of the duty of their role as attendant, they truly wanted him to bend them over whenever he wanted.

Had he really been doing it out of concern? Or was he just flustered at the shock and impact of a race he’d made in a horny fit, and his two attendants that entered his life. Tamzi and Aila had felt so complete, so whole when he’d been inside them during the unlocking ritual that Jaune felt ashamed for stubbornly refusing their offers and temptations over the last few weeks.

Giving in to temptation, Jaune’s hand drifted out to the side into the gap of Tamzi’s erotic ‘skirt’ to grope her chocolate backside, the flawless soft silky skin on his hand as his fingers dimpled the globe of her round butt that yielded until they sunk in to squeeze their firm core.

“Mrh~, is that really enough my liege?” Tamzi breathed, stiffening up as she savored the sensation of Jaune’s hand on her body, the infusion of lust made Jaune shiver and the heat in his body spiked as his erection surged to full mast.

Not being a passive woman, Tamzi sensually flowed towards Jaune, her Vacuo harem girl outfit’s jewelry chimed with a invigorating musical quality, making his heart beat like a drum, and its silks fluttered in a flamboyant and seductive display as she mounted Jaune in his chair, the thin gazy shading the point of contact of her womanhood and the swelling bulge of hard-on.

Her face scant an inch away from his, she cupped his face with both hands, her face veil brushing his chin as she gaze with her amethyst eyes lidded, the gems glittered with desire into Jaune’s. “Play with me, my body is your toy, my liege.” Tamzi’s needily husked, her saucy words were a hot spice and dripping in invitation.

Spurred on Jaune launched without restraint an **** on her body, his hands bouncing her ass in his hands, Tamzi wrapped her arms around his neck pulling herself into him to press her bosom against his chest.

Around the table none of his sisters nor his mother reacted, even as Violette Arc’s red eyes lingered glanced across the table at the sight of her son and Tamzi writhing together, her youngest child wantonly groping the chocolate skin of Tamzi’s butt in front of her eyes, as the sensual elf circled her hips grinding her slit on his cock through his pants.

Only when Jaune slapped Tamzi’s ass to a sensual moan from the night elf did his mother spare a comment.

“Jaune, be polite to Tamzi.” Violette commented, her body quivering as she savored another bite of Aila’s cooking.

“Nonsense holy mother, his eminence could stand to be rougher~” Tamzi saucily rebuked, while nibbling on Jaune’s earlobe, filling his ear with her sexy moan and whispered encouragements.

Springing into Jaune’s mental eye was the image of the elf and human woman rutting on the table. His face burned, but his libido revved up at the idea, to take Tamzi right on the table, surrounded by family. Through his magic it flowed, infused into his actions as he roughly kneaded the flesh of her ass.

“Oh hoh~, that’d be my pleasure to fulfill your cravings my liege~” Tamzi gasped with a shuddering breath.

Reaching behind her, she escaped his hand as his plate and the tableware was levitated in the grasp of magic to clear a space, gripping the table edge Tamzi lifted herself back to sit on the her legs dangling off the table, as without warning her gold and silk chest coverings slid down her breast falling free leaving her rack revealed. Catching it in the air, Tamzi tossed that expensive piece of clothing uncaring aside, the implicit statement that something that cost more than everything Jaune had ever own made it erotic as clang of the gold hitting the wooden floor made him heave a hot breath.

Twirling a finger the sensation and sound of Jaune’s fly unzipping and his clothing shift as using hands of magical power Tamzi freed his throbbing cock from the cloth prison of his pants.

Now Jaune’s heart hammered as the cool air lapped at his hard cock, nerves tingle at the absurd danger he was engaging in. Glancing to his left where Shani sat, his shy sister was looking at him, his cock twitched under the gaze of Shani’s blue eyes that stared at his exposed cock then returned to her food. Jaune let out a breath he didn’t know as his skin prickled with an intense heat from the taboos he’d just crossed as he looked back to Tamzi.

Tamzi giving him a knowing lascivious smile from behind her veil, Tamzi held out a hand curling her fingers beckoning him to take her as she spread her legs.

As Jaune rose from his seat, Tamzi allowed herself to tumble backwards perfectly mirroring his rise, never letting the expanse of her flat chocolate skinned stomach or the swell of her breasts from below slip from his vision, her hair and shawl splaying out in a field of white on black.

She looked absolutely stunning in Jaune’s eyes as she lifted the front curtain of her ‘skirt’ allowing him to line up his cock to her the slit of her mound that glittered with her hot desire. Hissing at the touch of his tip to her labia. “Oh, I beg you my liege, take your servants without mercy~, to be denied your touch is ****. **** us, ask us or take us without second thought, we freely give ourselves to you father.” She pleaded.

Jaune swallowed as he nodded, accepting there was no turning back from this. Thrusting forward he gasped as he slid into Tamzi’s molten core, her inner-walls tightened snuggly around his dick as he hilted inside the night-elf.

“Ooh yes!” Tamzi moaned, religious rapture and completeness rolled over Jaune as they basked in the moment of union. There wasn’t the deeper soul connection as during the ritual, yet Tamzi’s bliss was a ****. “Don’t stop now, ravage me.” She seductively whispered.

Tamzi released the silk in her hand letting it fall, draping over the sight of his and her point of connection as he pulled back, the dark silk shading his cock in a sinful tinting of the view. Jaune wasn’t about to stop, he started hammered into her in an eagerness driven by teenage lust and the temptations of the elf.

The tableware of all the occupants rattled as they continued their meal undisturbed as the smell, scent and sight of the sole male in the room fucking the beautiful elf as the centerpiece of their meal. Jaune’s hips meeting Tamzi’s with the carnal sound of flesh impacting, and the slap of his balls on her backside as he went at her with the energy of a rabbit. Jaune was lost to the swells of ecstasy as he fucked her, his mind clouded by the heat, the primal satisfaction of taking a woman and the intoxicating taboo breaking of it all, Jaune could barely tell what was outside of himself and Tamzi.

Tamzi’s breasts bounced from the **** of Jaune’s pounding, her eyes closed as she savored the pleasure. When her amethyst eyes snapped open she gazed into the crimson of Violette Arc’s eyes, reaching out Tamzi grabbed her arm catching her attention. His mother blinked and look to the elf holding her arms.

“Yes?” She calmly inquired, unbothered by how her body shook from the transferred motion of Jaune’s thrusting into Tamzi.

Wearing a foxish grin as she pinched one of her own nipples. “Watch holy mother, is it exciting that your son is being served? Taking his rightful tithe from my flesh?” Tamzi hotly husked to Violettle, the night elf’s hand working quickly to form magic as Jaune hunched grunting as he shifted to rapid, short strokes as his orgasm approached.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” Tamzi bit out through a moan as Violette’s eyes glazed over.

Lifting her eyes to Jaune with his head hung as he watched the obscene act of his cock sliding in and out of Tamzi’s womanhood, Violette smiled as a proud mother, then she blinked and the moment was gone back to cluelessness.

“I’m glad that you’re so forgiven of his awkwardness.” Violette thanked Tamzi, making the night elf cackle.

Jaune’s fuse finally burned through as he groan, burying himself inside Tamzi as he came, the rope ropes of his seed poured into the elf’s passage. Tamzi’s back arched as the thrill of her god pulled her over the edge with Jaune, she cried out in pleasure the sound falling on the blissfully ignorant ears of the women of the Arc household as they rode through their climaxes.

In the kitchen Aila left her magic to handle the cooking as she left it while carrying a fresh plate of pancakes.

Then conscious thought returned to Jaune, the energy that had been overflowing drained leaving his legs wobbling. Gasping he stumbled back, pulling out of Tamzi’s pussy as he collapsed into his chair. His eyes gazing at the perfect pink of Tamzi’s slit leak the pearly white of his semen.

“Gah!” Jaune choked in surprise as dainty fingers wrapped around his still hypersensitive member, jerking his head to find the cause he found Aila having crawled beneath the table, on her knees, stroking his cock.

Meeting his eyes with her blue ones filled with matronly kindness, Aila smiled kindly as a filled plate hovered in the space in front of him. “Eat your fill your eminence, I’ll clean up here.” Aila softly said, brushing lock of her long hair behind her ear she dipped her head placing a soft kiss on his cock, followed by a swift lash of her tongue cleaning off a streak of cum from his manhood.

"Yeah, eat up quick or your going to be late for school Jaune!" Bianca said as she left the table, headed towards the door to get some practice on the school track before the first bell of the day.

Jaune could help breaking out in halting laughter, as each lick from Aila robbed him of breath at the absurdity of what he'd just done.