This story is a view of reality as seen through Planar Chaos™. As such, it is NOT CANON and should be treated as such. It is a direct continuation of my previous story. So go read it, if you haven’t. I don’t want you getting spoiled on all the critical backstory.

Veren was unprepared for the reality of sleeping with someone else. Well, the sleeping part, he could handle, for the most part. It was certain other things that left him uncomfortable. Waking up choking on a lock of hair, with an arm trapped under his lover’s head… he wouldn’t trade it for the world, but then again, maybe he would. So, trapped as he was, he did his best to enjoy the view.

In the light of dawn, he could examine the… changes they had wrought a bit more clearly. The grove around them was the most transformed. It was… verdant was the only word for it. The grass beneath them was thick, an indicator of the strong soil that lay beneath. He was sure that if he had a hand that wasn’t busy holding his lover, that he could reach down and draw out a handful of tightly packed, almost black sod. And the trees were no worse— the dried out bark, which before had been nearly gray, bare fingers reaching into the sky, like the hands of a beggar, were now rejuvenated, branches heavy with leaves and— more importantly, fruit. Meat had been rare for a while, as animals were hunted down by the remnants of the monstrous hordes or by survivors, and his efforts in growing crops, even magically aided, had found little success in the dessicated earth. His magic could sustain a small amount of people, but he had spared it for the weak and sick. This was a blessing, to be sure. Despite himself, he offered a quiet, murmured blessing to Karametra. In response, his lover shifted, drawing closer to him, despite the rising heat, even so early in the morning. In the early morning light, with the lust of the fertility spell faded, he was able to clearly see all the half-remembered shifts from the last night’s passion. Her body was still smeared with dried paint, and grass was tangled in her newly lengthened hair. This would all take quite a bit of getting used to. Having a home again. Having… a lover. Partner. Did elves marry? He wasn’t quite sure. He felt color rising in his cheeks at a certain memory, glancing over at her collarbone. A bite mark, where the skin was red, making it very visible. Mine , his memory echoed. He averted his eyes in embarrassment, squirming on the makeshift sheet that they lie upon. Pins and needles ran up his deadened arm as the elder awoke. “You’re still here,” she said in a little half-whisper. She touched his face, as if to confirm he was still real. Gods, but she was beautiful. “Where would I go?” he replied, drawing in to lay a peck on her lips. “When all I could need is right here in front of me.” She went red, the color spreading as far as her long ears. He would have to thank that old priest some day, if he ever went back to his home. “Flatterer,” she said, but a smile spread across her lips. She took a look across the grove, taking in the same sight he had. “That’s…” “Yeah. I saw it. This is… revolutionary.” The grove was full of heavy fruit and fragrant flowers— soon, it would draw back some of the natural life that used to be here. This place would recover. Slowly, to be sure, but also much faster than the methods he had been using. “Well, I certainly can’t complain about the methods,” she said, bringing her hand down his jawline. The other traced his side, finding his quickly-stiffening member. It had decreased in size since he had been asleep, no longer requiring the application of fertility magic to fit inside his partner. “We’ll have time for more later. For now… we should wash. Get ready to explain things.” he said, moving her hand. She pouted playfully, as he sat up, preparing to stand. He groaned, sore muscles straining in protest as he rose. It felt like his entire lower body was worn out But then again, he had felt much the same after he began helping on his parents’ farm, back home. He would have to adjust. “Very well,” she said, extending a hand, and he pulled her up. She stumbled, falling into his chest. “Oh my,” she said. “I guess this is what the older women meant by ‘too sore to walk’,” she said, looking up at him. Not as far up as she had had to look yesterday. “You’d best take responsibility for this.” “I would never be known as a man who neglected his responsibilities. Especially when it came to his lover,” he said. She smiled at that, gentle and genuine. “Hearing you say that… it makes it feel more real. That it wasn’t just the magic making us come together,” she said, resting her head against his chest. “I’m not going to give this up,” he said, bending down, hooking an arm beneath her knees. He lifted her up, carrying her in his arms. It seemed easier than it should have been. Especially with how much… larger she had become. “After all, this is my tribe now.” “Mmm. You’re taking this better than I thought you would, you know,” she said as they walked. Well, he walked. But she was also there. The grass tickled his bare legs, a sensation he had been used to, but now seemed new after so long spent in barren lands. “Well, I have to admit, last night erased a great many of my doubts. But I would not, could not leave you. Especially not with…” he said, eyes flicking down to her belly, where the crest over her womb was still nearly intact. “A child?” she said, her grip around his neck tightening. “Normally it wouldn’t be possible. Even with the help of fertility magic. But with the sheer amount you channelled into me last night, and I into you… it could be,” she said, biting her lower lip thoughtfully. His gaze settled thoughtfully on the dessicated wood ahead of them, as they left the area where the life had returned, vibrant underbrush fading to thin scraps of grass, pushing out from underneath cracked and dusty ground. Eventually, they came to a creekbed. Fortunately, none of the tribe had risen early to gather water, or their little trip could have ended awkwardly— after all, neither of them had bothered to dress. He laid her down in the water, wading in himself. He began to cleanse his skin rather regretfully—it felt wrong, to wash his markings off. They were like a lion’s mane, or a tiger’s stripes. But as he did, he discovered several new things about his body. For one, he was significantly larger, several inches taller at least, nearly half a foot by his lover’s reckoning. And he was much more muscled— though he found, after a comedic incident attempting to lift a large rock at the edge of the creek, that he had not actually gained too much raw strength. It was just as if his muscles had risen to the surface of his body, making him look like an Akroan bodybuilder. Still, it was convenient, if only because he could easily pick up and carry her, even if she had finally recovered enough to be able to walk. Of course, the most notable change was in his genitalia. Even when soft, it rested at 8 inches, and his testes were more than three inches across, feeling heavy in his hand as he scrubbed. The young elder’s body had undergone much more drastic changes, however. The fertility magic had worked to make him more… ther e. More imposing. More definingly male, in every aspect. Much the same had happened to his love’s. Her petite body had expanded out in ways that were most interesting to his more base desires, wide hips, motherly breasts, and everything that went with it, softness added nearly everywhere. As he was male, so she was female. Where he was chiseled of marble, she was shaped of clay. He chuckled. Something about just looking at her made him wax poetic. She caught his gaze, looking away shyly, before thinking better of it, and locking eyes with him again. He waded through the creekbed, dipping his head down to meet her with a kiss. She could actually reach his head now, standing, even with his increase in height. “I thought we were—mmf—going to explain things to the tribe,” she said, between the gaps in their sloppy kiss. “It can wait,” he decided, as they moved as one, somehow instinctually aware of each other’s bodies, past the mud of the shore and onto the rock he had failed to lift earlier. He laid her against the rock, sinking to his knees. “What—ah!” she said, as his tongue dug into her folds. “I told you, didn’t I? That I wanted to make you feel good,” he said, channeling fertility magic through his body. It was harder than with the paint, exponentially so, but his planeswalker spark was a very efficient source of mana. Yet, it twisted the magic as he channeled it, turning it into… something else. He ignored it, tongue danced around inside her, the magic providing it with additional length, to reach into her most sensitive depths. While he did so, one of his hands traced up her thigh, channeling some magic into her. As he did, he felt her body respond, her juices pulsing onto his tongue. If he had any other reference point, he might have been surprised by the taste, but it was delicious, a tangy citrus taste bursting over his taste buds. Eventually, the offending hand continued its move northwards, his thumb teasing her clitoris. And from the way her legs clenched around his head, forcing him deeper, he was doing it rather well. “Don—hah —don’t stop,” she panted, shuddering. Well, how could her refuse a request like that? Instead, he doubled down his intensity, until a wave of wetness hit him in the face, practically dripping off his chin, through his thin stubble—which had been a great deal wispier the night before—and he rose up, breaking the lock her thighs had on the sides of his face. He planted kisses on her pubic mound, enjoying her natural hairlessness—elves in general were built for warm places like the jungle, meaning they had less body hair—all the way up, past where the markings upon her womb had been washed away, past where his child was, or soon would be, growing. As he drove relentlessly northward, one hand remained steadfastly on her little button, tweaking it occasionally, getting his lover to spasm under him. The other roamed ahead of his lips, caressing her softness, a squeeze here, a grope there, settling eventually on one of her nipples as his kisses tracked up her soft tummy, up to her other breast. “St-stop, I need—” she paned “Need a break, I’m too sensit—Aaah!” she cried, twitching again. He smiled slightly, tongue swirling around her areola. He sent little jolts of fertility magic as he did so, to ramp up her pleasure even further. Right now, despite how his cock was twitching, ready to plow into her at a moment’s notice, he was entirely focused on her pleasure. She spent three more orgasms beneath him like that, squirming as he tested different places, poked and prodded to find her most sensitive spots. She was utterly insensate by the end, his fertility magic turning even his inexperienced caresses into pure jolts of arousal every time his skin came in contact with hers. Finally he drew back. The magic he had worked was not as powerful as their coupling last night, in part due to the fact that he was the only active caster, but it had been enough to impart some life back into the area. Long river-weeds obscured their boulder from prying eyes, apart from one place they had been forced aside, where an elven hunter sat on the recently restored grass, her pants drawn down to her ankles— wait, what? He blinked. This was the hunter who had woken him up the last evening. Perhaps she had gone out to fetch water, and the ambient lust magic had caught her up in their lovemaking? He stared hard, bug-eyed as she continued masturbating, head thrown back, utterly blind to the world. “Uh. H-hello?” he said. Even to someone as new to all this as him, it didn’t seem like proper behavior, even if the woman he was making love to was the most beautiful in all the worlds— put away the compliments, Veren, serious time now. “Ah-he-hello,” she said, eyes opening. She did not stop, rubbing her clit ragged as she savagely drove three fingers into her soaking pussy. “I d-did not mean to interrupt, but—” “I think I understand what happened. You went out of camp, maybe heard some sounds or saw something over here, and came to investigate, yes?” he ventured. She nodded furiously, like somehow answering his questions would allow her to climax. “I s-saw someone. It drew me in, and…” she said, tweaking a nipple with her free hand, the thumb of the other taking up its clit-rubbing duties. He sighed. Not only was he incredibly aroused, a factor of perhaps being a bit too focused on his partner’s pleasure, he was also brimming with lust magic. “And I can’t, c-can’t get off,” she mewled, almost a whimper. An unintentional side effect of his lust magic? He looked to the Elder for help, but she was still half-knocked out, drooling from both ends on the rock, which he seemed to have unintentionally carved a divet into, using his magic. Time enough to explore this new magic’s possible effects on the terrain later. Right now, he had in front of him two problems, and his mind presented one simple, clean solution. Too simple. He was supposed to be faithful with her, right? As her husband, or lover, or… whatever they called it. But as he looked at the wreck before him, tears welling up in her eyes as she was continuously denied her orgasm… it would be torture to deny her for long tens of minutes, maybe as much as an hour, just to get confirmation. Better to ask forgiveness than permission. “Maybe… I can help a little. But just touching, alright?” he said, and she nodded frantically, willing to accept any condition in her state. He drew closer, ready to take over for her on the fingering front, when suddenly she leaped up, seizing his lips. Her tongue forced itself into his mouth, playing across his palate before twining itself around his own. He attempted to break the kiss, but the desperate woman was stronger than he thought. Eventually, she had to break to take in a heavy, gasping breath, and he stared at her. “What did I say?” She looked almost ready to cry, afraid that he would leave her. He raised up a hand, turning her around. “Good girls listen, and do what they’re told. Good girls get to get off,” he said, half whispering into her ear. Then he brought his palm down, a sharp smack on her buttocks. Even through the pain, her pussy spasmed, expelling a few drops of girlcum. “Bad girls,” he continued, spanking her again. “Get punished.” “I’ll be a good girl,” she whimpered, her voice still carrying that desperate undertone. She drew herself up on her hands and knees, shaking her now bright-red ass at him. “So please, please fuck me, fuck me, fuck me until I scream, please!” Well, if she wanted it, who was he to deny her? He mounted her in one smooth thrust, and the sensation of being filled caused her to orgasm right there, insides spasming, doing their best to milk out his semen. But his lust magic reinforced him, to make him a better partner for his lovers. A better breeder, the remnants of the fertility magic still inside his mind whispered. A better alpha, for all these cum-starved bitches. And he knew it was true. He lay atop her, mounting her like an animal, spearing into her depths repeatedly as his head dipped down next to hers. He nibbled at her ear, and her pussy twitched— they were more sensitive than his other lover’s. And that was his only thought of her, laying satisfied in a lust-magic fueled haze atop a boulder only a few feet away. He growled into her ear, possessively. “Mine,” he said, the same as he had done the night before. “Yes, yes, I’ll be yours, yours forever to use like a dirty cumrag, please, just don’t stop fucking meeeeee~!” she cried. At her words, her utter submission, his balls twinged, aroused at the thought of having reduced her to this, a proud hunter brought down to nothing more than a beast in heat, begging for his cum. He nibbled her ear again, possessively. “What do you want?” he half growled-half spoke, sounding more beast than man at this point. “I want you, I want your cock, your fat fucking cock, stirring up my womb. Gods, cum inside me, knock me up with your half-breed babies, fuck me, impregnate me, just don’t make me stop cumming!” she squealed. The first thing he was aware of was a hefty weight on his back, and he looked up to see his lover’s breasts weighted atop him, sandwiching his head. A quick flash of embarrassment went through him, but it was quickly silenced. She had asked for this, he was doing nothing wrong. “Well?” the Elder whispered in his ear. “What do you have to say?” “She needed it. Needed me. ” he said, backing out of the lust-trance a bit. “Got drawn—ah, fuck— drawn in by the magic, couldn’t get off. I’m just…” “Helping her out? And I notice you still haven’t cum once yet. What a selfless lover,” she said, her breath hot in his ear. “Well? She’s begging for it, can’t you hear her? Fill her up,” she said, and he did, hot bursts of cum flowing through his thick cock, blanching her inner walls white. The huntress orgasmed once more, before finally collapsing, all the strength gone out of her. He panted, exhausted, as his empty balls pulsed. He hadn’t realized how long he had been holding in that orgasm until she had reminded him of it. He pulled out of the huntress, causing a sudden gush of semen to flow out onto the grass, staining green blades white, physical evidence of his prodigious production. “Gosh, two girls knocked out of their minds with pleasure… and knocked up, within 24 hours,” the elder said, “At this rate, the whole jungle will be restored in a year,” she said, looking around. The verdancy had spread further, across the creek and as far as 10 meters down the bank. “You’re not,” he panted. ‘Not angry?” As part of his rational mind returned, he recalled his initial doubts. “Mmm. Normally, I would be,” she said, still kneeling next to him. “But there are… certain circumstances. For one, the tribe has a severe lack of unmated males. And for two, you’re the greatest caster of this new fertility magic in… probably in the whole continent. And from the looks of things… well, I doubt I alone would be able to keep up with your pace, when it comes to casting it.” She was being surprisingly logical about this whole thing, he thought, as he tried to recover. Already, his balls were churning up a fresh load of sperm. “You’re… pragmatic,” he panted, looking up at her. At some point, she had moved his head into her lap, to rest on her soft thighs. “I have to be, if I want the tribe to survive. If I want the Mul Daya to survive. The whole of Bala Ged may rely on this” she said, in such a solemn tone that he would have burst out into laughter if he could catch a solid breath. The fate of the whole jungle relied on him fucking a bunch of elf magic? Truly, he was the unluckiest man alive. “Plus,” she said with a mischievous smile, reaching out to grab his balls. “I’ll always have the satisfaction of knowing I was the first to ever have this. And I always will be your first,” she said, her look turning dangerous, her grip tightening just enough to make her point. Right. It was better to ask forgiveness than permission, sure, the proverb was all well and good, but he wanted to keep his testicles firmly attached, if possible. “I want as many children as possible. And not just for the tribe,” she said, waving off an argument he hadn’t even begun yet. “I’ve always wanted a large family. And with you… I can get that. Most elves breed slow. I have the feeling we can… subvert that, given enough time.” She laughed, a throaty, seductive laugh. “Gods, I don't know what it is. Maybe it’s the fertility magic, still changing me. I just… want so much. But I don’t want to be selfish.” He lifted his head up, meeting hers, where it was bent to look into his eyes, landing a soft peck on the lips, which was challenging enough given their positions. “You’re not selfish, love. Please, don’t think that. If there’s anything you want, just ask,” he said, taking her hand. “Oh, like if there’s any of the women in the tribe I want you to knock up first?” she said, and his face went red. “I’m only joking. What I want,” she said, staring deep into his eyes, as if she were trying to see his soul. “What I really want, more than anything. I want as many kids as I can get. I want to be knocked up all the time, I want to always be walking around with either your cum or your baby in me, or maybe even both.” Ooh--kay. Maybe the residual lust magic was still affecting her— “You’re not taking me seriously. I just said, this is what I want. More than anything. You’re the love of my life. And before you get to anyone else, I want to have you first. Before anyone else on the list,” she said. W-was she planning on making a list? “Mmm… dibs on second,” the huntress called lazily, stirring from her cum-coma. “Feels so good!” she mumbled to herself. “Noted,” she said, and her tone wasn’t joking, like it had been for her other… comments. What had he gotten himself into? “You don’t look excited, love. I thought, from the way you took her, you would’ve enjoyed hearing this.” Okay, definitely sounding less logical now. Maybe she was angry after all. “Besides, just imagine it,” she whispered, her breath tickling her ear. “A whole village of knocked up elven cuties, all at your beck and call, all reshaped to better pump out your kids, to restock the whole population of this forest with your spawn.” That one got him, his dick finally beginning to rise once again. “There it is. God, it’s so thick,” she said, practically salivating at the sight of his engorged cock. “Fills you up soooo good,” the cum-drunk huntress chimed in, shuddering as another dollop of cum dropped out of her cunt. “Oh, believe me, I know,” she replied. “Now, let’s get back to work,” she said, moving over him, popping a nipple into his mouth to silence any protests. This time, it would be him who was so sore he couldn’t walk.