The ultimate magic was a rare, devastating force—capable of razing cities and slaughtering armies. Only the pinnacle of mages—archmages—could wield it.
Due to their scarcity, high-level spells dominated warfare, while junior and mid-level magic ruled single combat.
After the firewall faded, the once-rampaging demon trees reverted to stillness—a miles-long barricade of giant trunks across the slope before Gaia.
Longevity's plan: he'd anticipated our response, forcing us to halt the advance and creating this impenetrable tree wall. For elves, it was untouchable—a perfect defense we couldn't breach without sacrilege.
The elves around me saw it too. Worry creased the grand elder and Serbei 's faces. Jenna and Xue Yan leaned closer, eyes pleading.
"Lord Sorola…"
"Master…"
Jenna and Xue Yan pressed against me in unison.
"I get it. Stalemate. They're poisoned—need one or two days recovery. We've lost terrain advantage."
"Master, what now? Let them hide behind trees like cowards?"
"Fool. Slap me—I burn their house down. That's my motto."
Jenna and Xue Yan giggled; tension eased among the elves. My calm convinced them I had a counter.
My reputation for cunning grew.
"Stop laughing. Moving trees aids their march but exposes the orc camp on open plain—no cover."
The grand elder caught on quickly: "Too far for attack—nothing but ultimate magic reaches."
All eyes turned to Serbei. Sweat beaded on his calm, handsome face—archmage or not, high-level spells drained him.
"No. I never planned direct attack from here. Your clan's specialty is summoning elementals, right? If temperature plummets tonight—what happens to orcs in open camp?"
Silence as they processed. Exposed orcs—sudden 25-degree drop—would freeze, unrecognizable even to their mothers.
Koman snorted coldly behind me.
"Lord Sorola helping—or brain-dead? Enemy has dark elf mages. Think they'll sit idle while we summon?"
"Heh heh… virgin is virgin."
"You—"
I pulled Jenna close, openly kneading her modest breast. Shy Jenna buried her face but let me—last night taught her pleasure and slave etiquette.
"You fell for their mind game. Seeing ultimate magic, you assume their mages are fresh. But mages tire fast. Marching all day—energy left for spells at night? Haiping came alone—no support mages. Proof enough."
"True… well said. We match them blow for blow."
Convinced, the grand elder ordered magical retaliation.
After discussion, he and Jenna would summon wind and water elementals. I trusted his skill but worried—old age might fail him mid-ritual.
I pulled him aside.
"Old fox, you sure you're up for it?"
"Look unfit?"
"You look ancient—that's why I worry."
"… …"
"Daylight's wasting. Elves revere nature—burning plants was sacrilege. Longevity knew we'd hesitate. But he overlooked one thing: I'm not elf."
Serbei grinned, catching on.
"Grand elder, Jenna—summon wind and water elementals. Drop temperature twenty-five degrees. Orcs freeze; advance halts."
Plan set.
Jenna changed into ceremonial saintess attire: flowing white gown, azure robe, crystal headpiece and orb. Silver hair cascaded—she looked divine.
Erection unavoidable.
"Father, Master—ready."
Grand elder and Jenna led twenty wind and water mages each in ancient elven chants.
Male and female voices harmonized, drawing elementals from the ether. Wind and water spirits materialized—glowing, dancing, singing. Temperature plunged; fierce winds whipped flags.
Jenna's water magic turned the platform frigid—ice on Gaia's bark. Over twenty-five degrees drop—colder than planned.
I ignored propriety, pulling Xue Yan close and warming hands inside her full breasts. She blushed but stood still—good slave instincts.
Grand elder's wind magic drove the freezing gale toward orc camps. Even I shivered—poisoned orcs facing this would crumble.
Longevity—your move.
After exhausting night and brainpower, reward time.
I dragged Jenna and Xue Yan to the room. Their flushed, embarrassed faces were delicious.
But the real show was coming.
"Jenna, my loyal slave—by contract, tonight you serve me… and Xue Yan. Understood?"
Palm on Jenna, I channeled will. Crimson runes glowed on her pale skin—our binding contract.
Contracts between human and elf: master-slave. Etched in flesh and soul—unbreakable. Betrayal let me burn her body and spirit, erase her soul forever.
If I died—she died. Eternal obedience and protection.
Greatest magical invention ever. Bliss.
First time using contract power on Jenna—she knelt instantly, no rebellion.
"Slave Jenna obeys Master's command."
"Good. Strip completely."
Jenna glanced at me and Xue Yan—saintess status higher than mage-archer commander. Stripping naked before a peer as human slave? Humiliating.
I pulled dazed Xue Yan to sit beside me.
"Jenna—show your loyalty."
Under my stern gaze and Xue Yan's curious embarrassment, Jenna had no choice. She slowly removed ceremonial robes.
Five years studying women's bodies and minds since Fina—real experience as trainer.
Jenna's 200+ years gave superior mental strength. Training her required amplifying normal methods—especially mental humiliation. Using Xue Yan heightened shame while showing my overwhelming authority.
White garments fell, revealing flawless body. Fully nude, long ears crimson with shame.
Xue Yan's breathing quickened—staring at Jenna's piercings.
For Xue Yan: deepen bond with Jenna, normalize serving one man together. Crucial—no future harem infighting.
"Hands at sides. Stand still."
Jenna froze like a statue, naked before us.
"What do you think, Xue Yan? Decent body for my little slave?"
"… …"
"You're my treasure too—critique freely."
Xue Yan hesitated, then whispered, "Beautiful… perfect proportions… those rings make her look so… lewd."
Jenna trembled, shame burning.
I stood, circling Jenna slowly—fingertips trailing skin, tugging rings until she whimpered.
"Jenna, you love serving Master, don't you?"
"Y-Yes… Master…"
"Prove it. Pleasure Xue Yan with your mouth."
Jenna's eyes widened—then lowered in submission. She crawled to Xue Yan, gently parting her legs.
Xue Yan gasped as Jenna's tongue found her clit—tentative at first, then skilled from last night's lessons. Xue Yan's hands tangled in silver hair, hips bucking.
I watched, stroking myself—then joined.
Positioning behind Jenna, I entered her pussy in one thrust. She moaned into Xue Yan, vibrations making the commander cry out.
I fucked Jenna steadily—each thrust pushing her tongue deeper into Xue Yan. Dual training: Jenna learning to serve women, Xue Yan accepting shared pleasure.
Xue Yan came first—back arching, flooding Jenna's mouth.
I pulled out, flipping Jenna onto her back. Xue Yan—instinct taking over—straddled Jenna's face, grinding down.
I entered Xue Yan from behind—doggy while she rode Jenna's tongue.
The room filled with wet sounds and cries—two proud elves reduced to my synchronized toys.
I switched—fucking Jenna missionary while Xue Yan sat on her face, then reverse cowgirl on Xue Yan while Jenna licked from below.
They came repeatedly—screaming, shaking, begging in unison.
Finale: both on knees, mouths open. I painted their faces and tongues—marking my newest slaves together.
Panting, bodies glistening, they curled against me—Jenna one side, Xue Yan the other.
Two centuries-old elves—thoroughly trained.
My harem grew stronger.