Page 15 of Blackwood Milk Farm #7

A Play of Dreams

A thirst woke Asher from chaotic dreams. He slowly sat up. A small light glowed along the edges of the bedroom curtains, signaling a new day.

Asher rubbed his throat as he looked down as Verda and Kimi slept in each other’s arms. Memories splashed on his waking mind, how they explored and played with each other much of the night. Kimi was ravenous as she quickly shoved Verda off him several times, much to Verda’s giggling laughter. After each barrage of orgasms, she would dwell in ecstasy’s bliss while Verda attacked him once again. It went on for so long, they all passed out in exhausted slumber.

As much fun as it was to the lord of Blackwood, he was awake and needed some water.

Asher slipped out of bed. He grabbed his robe and swung it around onto his shoulders. Arms slipped into sleeves and he tied the middle. He left the bedchamber and entered the quiet and still house.

The lord knew his way around the home, so he gingerly made his way to the kitchen. He grabbed a wood mug from a cabinet and turned on the water crystal in the sink. He filled his mug to the top. When he tapped the blue crystal to stop, he turned around and nearly spilled his drink in surprise.

Alma was on the couch in the adjoining room. She was drinking hot tea as she glanced over to Asher. She was wearing a robe as well.

Asher walked over to the uni-goat shifter. He drank his water as she sat down beside her.

The pair sat and stared out through the door windows that led out to the crops. They said nothing as the light of the new day bloomed brighter with each passing moment.

Clouds drifted along against the blue sky when it was Alma who broke the silence.

“It sounded like you had a great time last night,” Alma said plainly.

Asher simply nodded and sipped his water.

Light glowed along her golden horn sticking out of her forehead.

“I miss the estate,” Alma confessed, “but I know I have to be here to keep Kimi and Verda from killing each other.”

“How long do you think that will take?”

Alma continued to stare at the brightening sky. “Too long.”

“They are adults. They will be fine on their own,” Asher said.

There was a silence between them for a long moment before Asher spoke again.

“You are always welcome to come back to your true home anytime you wish.”

A small smile appeared along Alma’s lips before she nodded again.

The pair sat in comfortable silence as they watched the morning light continue to fill the valley.

***

Sunlight bathed the world in subtle brilliance. The lord of Blackwood walked toward his home in the distance with a small smile across his features.

In the time he took to walk home, his mind swirled with his mage dilemma. It was well understood that Sontar was no idle threat, but Asher reminded himself that he had gone against witches, mad mages, and even liches. His skills were well-rounded in that way because he had experience on his side. Despite trusting his own skills, he needed to know more about the mage so he and his family could provide the best defense.

Asher made his way to the front gate and opened it. He stepped onto his property as he closed the gate behind him. He made his way to the stairs, but as he stepped onto the porch, the front door opened.

Elara stood in a white dress. It adhered to her body like a second skin. A plunging neckline revealed her inner breasts to her world as he stepped closer to her.

Asher was stunned by her beauty. When he reached the mature elf, his hand wrapped around her and touched the small of her back. He put his other hand on her before they turned and dipped. Elara let out a happy laugh as she clung to her strong lover. With a quick pull, the elf and man were standing facing each other, hands on each other’s hips.

“What did I do to deserve your well-dressed radiant beauty on this fine morning?” Asher asked.

“It’s what you haven’t done yet,” Elara said with a wry smile before glancing to the side.

Asher followed her glance to their family in the common room. They looked at him with bright eyes and smiles. They were all dressed in beautiful clothes like they were attending a fancy ball.

Asher and Elara stepped in and closed the door behind them. The lord’s gaze fell onto a table with eight potions and eight stones before each potion. Even at a small distance he saw runes carved onto each smooth stone. He then looked at the glowing faces of those present. Amber wore an autumn brown dress that showed her cleavage and the hem was down to her ankles. Nyn wore a summer blue dress, the hem to her knees. Blyss and Paasha wore black dresses down to their ankles. They both bowed their heads to Asher and Elara with warm smiles.

Nuha and Keefa wore yellow dresses. Nuha looked uncomfortable but kept her warm smile. Keefa didn’t smile, but instead looked away in deep shyness.

When Asher turned his gaze to Brynda, his heartbeat quickened. The giant woman wore red, but the dress hugged all her curves. She looked at Asher with curious love in her eyes as she couldn’t stop the rush of heat to her pale cheeks.

Every woman stood with enough body heat to warm their home for a thousand years.

“A new play,” Asher said, figuring it out from the potion bottles and their combined attention on him.

Amber stepped closer on cloven feet and stood before Asher with bright eyes.

“I designed a play and everyone agreed to participate in it. The details have been worked out and all we needed was you,” the faun slowly blinked.

“I’m interested. Please, continue,” Asher smiled.

Amber swept her arm over the potion bottles and stones on the table. The potion bottles were alike with a light blue color glass and a creamy white liquid within each one.

The faun continued, “With the discussions about children and babies, I thought it would be fun if you bred with all of us but didn’t know who was going to carry and birth the next generation. So, let me introduce you to the play.

“In each of these bottles is a liquid that may, or may not, aid our wombs for your robust seed. We all know that Moon Tea and the elixirs suppress the ability to have children, but I have studied a few tomes in the alchemy library downstairs and found recipes for making it far easier to have a child or children.

“The play is simple. Each of us in the household will drink the potions on the table. Some of them have the fertility concoction and the others won’t. We will each take a carved stone from the table next to the potion we drank.

“To find out who took the fertility potions, you must win each stone from us by taking us to breed in a specific way. You know us well enough to figure it out but let’s enjoy the chase.

“Once you have successfully bred us in the hidden way we wish to be bred, you will earn a stone from us. After you have acquired all eight stones, only then do we tell you who took the fertility potion and who did not.”

Asher nodded as he rubbed his chin. The thought of heirs circled his mind for a time, and yet, Amber helped to make the moment happen much sooner than he anticipated. In the back of his mind, he thought to ask each of them to stop taking the elixir and see where nature took them but this way made it much more memorable, true to their sensual antics.

Asher's smile grew as he looked at each of them in term. He felt their souls against his and the thought of having children blinded him with joy.

“Let’s do it,” Asher laughed.

The smiles around him grew wider. Hands reached for potions with one hand and picked up the corresponding stone with the other. The gathered women stood with the potions to their chests. They looked at Asher as he looked at them.

“It brings me great joy to be part of this play. I look forward to a long life together, and for our heirs to bring a new kind of joy to all of us,” Asher said with love and passion to his tone.

The gathered women of his life lifted each of their potions.

Asher watched with wondrous and loving eyes as they all drank each of their potions at once. They drank each potion to the last drop. When they finished, they placed the potions on the table.

Asher let out an enthusiastic laugh as the eight women mobbed him. He held onto Elara as everyone held onto them both. The elation glowed along their senses. A tear streaked down Blyss’s green cheek. Brynda sniffled as she embraced everyone with her long, strong arms. Amber cuddled against the man and elf, a sigh dripping from her lips. Nyn was silent as she held onto her best friends. The goblins clung onto the group like they never wanted to part.

When the embrace loosened, everyone stood with a romantic glow in their eyes.

Asher wanted nothing more than to indulge in the moment, but there was something that had to be done.

The lord took Elara’s hand into his.

“I will thoroughly enjoy this play, but I must discuss something with Elara,” Asher mentioned as he gently led the elf with him.

The pair made it to Asher’s study and he quickly closed the door. Elara let out a wanting sigh as he grabbed her by the hip and pushed her against the wall next to the door. Elara’s breathing quickened as Asher mashed his strong body to hers, his hands touching and grabbing her as his lips touched her neck. Heat bloomed as Elara gasped at Asher’s hand on her sensitive nipple, rubbing it over the sheer fabric. She could feel his hungry desires and did not want him to stop.

Asher’s other hand rubbed her dress between the elf’s thighs. Elara let out a moan as wetness grew from her lover’s touch.

“I love when you get like this,” Elara managed between gasps.

Asher pulled his head back and looked at her with sinister and seductive eyes.

“I fucking need you right now but I also want to ask you a few questions. It’s not about the play, but your old boss.”

Elara gave him a knowing nod. “Of course. I will tell you anything you need to know to get rid of him from our lives.”

Asher gave her a simple nod, but his eyes contained a burning hunger.

“We’ll talk, afterwards,” Asher said as I undid his belt and pulled out his hard, throbbing member.

Elara let out a moan with half-closed eyes, Asher lifting her dress. The lord was pleasantly surprised she was not wearing any small clothes. He quickly touched her slit and felt her dripping wetness.

The lord spread the elf’s thighs and pushed into her waiting elfhood. Elara wrapped her arms and a leg around her lover as he opened her inner world an inch at a time.

“That’s it. Fuck me. Fuck me my morsel,” Elara moaned as Asher thrusted with a needy power.

Sounds of grunts and moans played on like music as pleasure bloomed further between the lovers.

Asher often fell to his desires when he saw Elara’s beauty. Despite their time together, the spark between them was brighter than ever.

“I…love…us,” Elara said with a dreamy tone and closed eyes.

Asher heard her and looked at her, his member inches deep within the love of his life.

“I love us too,” he said with weak eyes.

Elara opened her eyes and cupped his cheek.

“I know you’re worried about our family, about me. You have nothing to fear. There is no force strong enough to tear us apart. Let’s enjoy every moment for as long as it lasts.”

Asher smiled.

Elara began to writhe against the strong man holding her to the wall.

“Keep fucking me…forever,” she said with a gentle tone.

Asher nodded again before the tempo grew from their connection.

The moans and grunts grew louder and louder.

In the common room, everyone sat and listened. They looked at each other and knew everything would change. Their hearts bloomed with love as they embraced it with every drop of their souls.