This is the final chapter for this particular story, but it's a setting that I intend to revisit in the future.

Sword Maiden, while incredibly hot, doesn't have much in the way of character development, so I can't see a way to include her beyond obvious fan service. Maybe if I write a side-story where the party find themselves back in Water Town, she may join GS & HEA for the night, but Priestess would probably have an aneurism if that happened before she got to join in.

Wedding Night

Chapter Four: High Elf Archer's Promise

Goblin Slayer looked up at High Elf Archer with some trepidation: even with the Stamina Potion, he wasn't sure he was upto the task of taking her maidenhead after having already taken Cow Girls and Guild Girls. He glanced down and saw that, while the spirit was more than willing, the flesh was proving to be weak.

The Rangers followed his gaze and saw the same problem: while still impressive, covered as it was with two lots of virgins blood and the mixed secretions of her husband and two wives, his manhood was starting to flag. She thought back from books she had read so long ago, and to the many ways by which they had hinted that a woman could restore a man to full mast. Some required endowments that she was lacking, but there was one that she'd always found fascinating, even if attempting it on her new husband was somewhat daunting.

Still, she was determined to give herself to her husband that night, and even the gods themselves would not stand in her way.

Kneeling at the side of the bed, she reached round behind her back and undid the clasp that held her bra closed. She was nowhere nearly as well endowed as her two wives, but she was an Elf, and as such her body had an inhuman beauty all of its own. Letting the strapless garment fall free, she exposed her small, perky beasts to her husband: they stood high and proud on her chest, without even the faintest hint of sag. Dwarf Sharman liked to call her Anvil, alluding to her apparently nonexistent bust, but he failed to realise that she kept what little nature had seen fit to gift her with tightly bound to keep it out of the way of her bow-string. As it was, her nipples, while small, stood out as hard and firm as the buds that tipped her arrows.

Taking Goblin Slayers failing manhood in one hand, she marveled at how warm it felt, how she could feel the steady beating of his heart through it. It was so thick around that even her long, slender fingers couldn't reach all the way around it. And to think, that this monster had already been inside two virgins that evening? She felt sure that her wives would be sore in the morning, as she herself still hoped to be, but she had several soothing oils in her bag that she would be more than happy to share with them.

Wrapping both hands around Goblin Slayers shaft, High Elf Archer started to move them up and down, working to bring it back to life. It was already well lubricated, but she lent over it to add some of her own spit, and soon her hands were moving up and down like the piston of a water-pump.

Watching intently, Cow Girl made her way around the bed until she could climb on beside Guild Girl, who was still somewhat delirious from the pleasure their husband had brought her. She gently rolled the clerk onto her back and laid herself on top of her, their impressive chests sandwiched between them. Her kisses, soft at first, reawoke Guild Girl, and soon the two were lost in each others arms, hands exploring their bodies even as their tongues explored each others mouths. Cow Girl shifted her leg, pushing one thigh between her wifesp legs until it pressed up against her still leaking womanhood. A moan escaped from the blonds lips as she returned the gesture, and soon the two of them were busy rubbing their recently deflowered bodies against the others legs, seeking to recapture some of the pleasure they had experienced.

High Elf Archer watched her wives out of the corner of one eye, and made a silent promise to herself to teach them what she had read about pleasuring another woman with one's mouth the first opportunity she got, but right then and there, it was Goblin Slayer who had her full attention. She started by pulling back the skin that covered his crown, exposing the sensitive glands below. She then reached out with her long tongue and locked it clead. She recognised the distinctive tastes of her two wives, as well as the coppery tang of blood, but there was something new, something salty and musky, but not in a bad way, that could only have come from Goblin Slayer himself. Opening her mouth as wide as she could, she lowered her head until she started to engulf the end of Goblin Slayers shaft.

A deep, animalistic moan escaped Goblin Slayers mouth as the Ranger struggled to fit him into her mouth. In all his travels, all the books he had read and people he had spoken to...nothing had prepared him for this. Oh, he was sure that a few of the rowdier Adventurers may have mentioned something like it after a few drinks at the Tavern, but he'd never paid much attention to such talk. For more than ten years now, his entire life had been about one thing and one thing only: killing goblins.

But it was clear to him that married life was going to change that.

Yes, Guild Girl had a reasonably well paying job, High Elf Archer was self-sufficient as a Silver ranked Adventurer, and Cow Girls continued work on her uncles farm would ensure that they never staved, but he wasaware, at least on an intellectual level, that he was going to have to start talking better paid Quests. Especially if his wives fell pregnant, which was looking to be a distinct possibility. Children were expensive, and no amount of Goblin related quests would pay enough to support a family. He may have to finally agree to go on some more traditional adventures with High Elf Archer and the rest of his party to build up a nest-egg.

But all thoughts of the future vanished from his mind as High Elf Archer lowered her head, slowly enveloping him in her warm, tight mouth. It felt different than being inside his other two wives. Not better or worse, just different in a way he found he liked. He looked down at the Elf, and she looked up with her soft green eyes that always made her look far younger than her two millennia. It was often joked that she looked like an adolescent, but there was nothing childish about her actions that night, as she opened her mouth as wide as she could, and she lowered her lips down his flagging manhood.

Her jaw hurt and her breathing came in short, ragged pants, but she continued to lower her head, even as he filled her mouth and started to encroach upon her throat. The lamps offered just enough light for him to see the way her gullet bulged unnaturally as she took him deeper and deeper, not stopping until her succulent lips closed around the root of his rapidly hardening shaft. There was an unmistakable look of triumph on her face as she held him there for a couple of seconds then slowly and deliberately released half his length, then bobbed her head back down again.

The slow, steady rhythm she set was dictated by the breathing exercises she had been taught when she first set out to master the Way Of The Bow, the time honoured style of archery for which her people were known. It was intended to help centre oneself before loosing an arrow, but she was pleasantly surprised to discover that it had other uses. Working her lips and tongue as best she could, she cleaned her husbands shaft, leaving it slick and ready to pierce her maidenhead.

Pulling herself all the way back off of him, she sat back on her haunches and took several deep breaths, saliva running freely down either side of her mouth. Looking round, she saw the bra she had discarded earlier laying on the floor, and used it to clean her self up before turning to her husband with a smile.

"Well, that was an interesting experience." she winked seductively, "Next time we'll have to see just how long you can withstand my assault before surrendering."

"It would be a short battle." Goblin Slayer pulled her to her feet, then unceremoniously rolled her onto the bed, not stopping until she lay beneath him.

"Oh my!" High Elf Archer exclaimed with mock surprise and outrage, "What on earth do you intend to do to a poor, defenceless Elf, mighty Adventurer?"

"I intend to make her my women." he replied playfully, kissing her on the nose, before claiming her mouth with his own.

For her part, she reached down between them and pulled her sodden panties down, letting them dangle from one ankle. She then took a fresh hold of his revived manhood, still stick with her saliva, and lined it up with her untouched core. Like all Elf's, she lacked even a single body hair, and her feminity was as bald as a monks head. He thrust forward, impatiently, but failed to find her opening. Gripping him tightly, she lined him up and allowed him to push forward until he felt his crown press against her maidenhead.

"I love you." he swore, breaking their kiss, "All three of you."

"And I love you too." High Elf Archer reached out to the side, managing to capture one of Cow Girl and Guild Girls hands in her own, "And I promise that, no matter what happens, I will love the three of you until the end of my days."

To an outsider, her words would have sounded like an overly romantic decoration, but they had all known going into the marriage that, as one of the immortal High Elf's, she would outlive them all by millennia. But an Elf's word was their bond, and all three humans understood exactly what she was saying.

"So will we." Guild Girl assured her, earning a nod of agreement from Cow Girl.

"Now, Orcbolg, husband." High Elf Archer wrapped her arms around her husbands neck as she likewise wrapped her legs around his waist, "Make love to me."

He needed no further encouragement, and allowed his weight to drive him through her virginity in one quick motion. High Elf Archer let out a deep wail of pain: in all her long years, no pain had ever felt as intimate as the sting of her purity being torn asunder. She'd taken blows from monsters that hurt more, for sure, but they had always been on the outside of her body. No, this, this was something else, and tears welled up in her eyes even as Goblin Slayer bottomed out inside her.

"It's... It's okay." she did her best to restrain the sobs that threatened to overwhelm her, "I want you to continue."

Nodding his head, Goblin Slayer rearranged his position so the bulk of his weight was supported by his elbows and knees, his lower arms reaching under his wife until his hands came to rest under her shoulders. Happy that he wasn't causing her any more pain then was absolutely necessary, he started to slowly withdraw from her, then slice back in like a sowed retuning to its sheath. Despite the almost painful tightness he felt, he worked hard to maintain his composure, not wanting to ruin her first time by rutting away wildly like some beast in heat and spilling his seed inside her before she achieved her own organism.

Cow Girl and Guild Girl watched from beside them for a while, before returning to seeking pleasure in each others bodies as only two woman could.

High Elf Archer felt the pain recede like an outgoing tide as her body grew accustom to her husbands intrusion. Soon it was replaced by what felt like a smoldering fire deep within her, and every thrust he made into her own fanned the flames higher. Her sobs of pain were soon replaced by the first faint cries of pleasure as she struggled to capture his mouth for a kiss. He had to arch his back to meet her movements with his own, his greater hight making things difficult to say the least. She soon realised just how uncomfortable it was for him, and broke the kiss, instead burying her face in his upper chest, just below his shoulder. He smeltvof sweat and sex and she wanted to breath it in until it filled her lungs. Long has she wondered what her wedding night would be like, but never in her wildest dreams had she thought that she would not only marry a human, but take two wives that she would share with him openly.

Polygamy was not unheard of, even among her own people, but it was usually the preserve of powerful nobles looking to ensure the continuation of their bloodline, or looking to forge bonds with other houses through political marriage. Her own uncle had two wives all be it ones who lived in different settlements to insure that no one attack or catastrophe could end his line. And she very much doubted that either of her aunts would consent to sharing his bed at the same time. No, theirs was a marriage of equals, not of one man with three separate wives.

Goblin Slayer felt the change in his wife, and hastened his pase: between the ministrations of her mouth and the silky smooth vice of her sex, he was finding it increasingly difficult to hold back, but he refused to finish before he had brought her as much pleasure as he had their other two wives. He started to rock himself backwards and forwards with each thrust, earning himself fresh cries of encouragement. Or, at least, he assumed that was what she was saying: he wasn't fluent enough in the language of the High Elf's to fully translate just what she was saying. But the tone of her voice and they way her hips bucked up to meet every downwards stroke told him everything he needed to know.

The flame that had been growing inside High Elf Archer had blossomed into a raging inferno that she felt sure would consume her. It was all she could do to tighten the grip of her legs around his waist and burry her face in his chest as it exploded with volcanic Fury, and her entire universe went white. Goblin Slayer felt the now familiar tightness of a woman finding her release, and likewise allowed himself to reach completion, spending himself inside her with a low grunt. Their bodies went stiff as statues, then he collapsed upon her, utterly spent.

Summoning up what reserves of strength he had left, Goblin Slayer was able to push himself off of High Elf Archer, tumbling over to lay on his back beside her. He soon felt the welcome warmth of Guild Girl snuggling up beside him as Cow Girl grabbed the blankets and pulled them up over the group. Satisfied that everyone was protected from the chill of the night, she settled down behind Guild Girl, spooning her even as she reached out across to take High Elf Archer's hand.

"The lamps." Goblin Slayer muttered, already half asleep, the effects of the Stamina Potion having left his body.

"Let them burn." Guild Girl yawned, feeling safe and secure between her husband and one of her wives, "Let's just enjoy the moment.

And so they did.

The End