Smut, yes, but also an exploration of just how the marriage works. Probably should have saved that for the main story.

And Sword Maiden fans... You're probably not going to like parts of this chapter. But I'm creating backstory out of whole cloth here (because I don't have much if any canon info to go on for a lot of it), so please believe me when I say I have my reasons and stick around. I'll be making it up to you next chapter.

Fertility Rite

Chapter Four: What An Elf Wants

Goblin Slayer climbed onto the bed, taking up position before High Elf Archer, who was still coming down from the single most intense orgasum of her life. She was smiling, almost grinning, her long green hair arranged around her head like a particularly messy halo, while one hand rested on her stomach, the other off to one side. Any other night, he would have said that she'd been fully satisfied, but this was no ordinary night. No, this was the night when he finally put his child in her.

He had a momentary pang of concern: both Guild Girl and Cow Girl were already pregnant. Adding his third wife to the equation would only complicate matters further. She'd also be unable to take any strenuous Quests, assuming Guild Girl let her take any at all. And if she did fall pregnant that night, then their child would be born only a few months after the twins Cow Girl was carrying, which were due only a month or so after the child Guild Girl was expecting. Four babies under the same roof would be problematic, not to mention expensive, and he'd still not built up as much of a reserve as he'd hoped, even after the windfall that was his share in the money they made selling the battle-axe they'd recovered from a Treasure Chest to Thunder Warrior.

But if he delayed, then the Ritual would be incomplete, and there was no way of knowing just how long it may take for High Elf Archer to fall pregnant without it. He knew that they'd never give up, but he also knew that every month that went by without her missing her period would be a knife in the heart for his wife.

No, the die were cast: he would complete the Ritual, make love to his wife, and deal with the consequences later.

Taking hold of her feet, he pulled them apart, opening her legs and giving himself an unobstructed view of her aroused womanhood,which lay open, inviting, and slick with her secretions. No matter how many times he saw his wives naked, it never ceased to amaze him that they had chosen him, over all the available men, to give themselves to, body and soul. And he gave himself to them, allowing them past the mental armour he had clad himself in, to see the true him. They gave their all to him, and he gave his all to them in return. And now one of them wanted him to give her a child, and he knew he could never refuse her anything.

He slid closer, placing her feet over his shoulders, allowing himself free and unrestricted access to her. He could feel the damp heat radiating from her in waves as he lined himself up and slid his crown between her outer lips. God's she was tight, almost as tight as she had been on their wedding night. No matter how many times they made love, no matter how often or hard he plunged into her depths, her Elfan body remained as perfect as ever. That wasn't to say that he didn't enjoy making love to his human wives, but more that each of them was different.

Cow Girl was always passionate, often taking control of their love making and dictating speed and movement, and was the one most likely to instigate intimate relations on the spure of the moment. Guild Girl was a hopeless romantic, taking every opportunity to simply do something together as a family, even if it was simply walking into town, hand-in-hand with one of the others. And High Elf Archer? She was the most adventurous, always looking for new places and ways to make love. She'd almost gotten them caught in public more than once when the need took her, and he knew that she was exactly the same with her wives as she was with him.

He pushed forwards, sinking inch by inch into the velvety soft furnace that was her core, not stopping until their bodies met, his sack slapping against her flat behind with an audible slap. He was buried in her to the root, pressing up against the entrance of her womb, and there was no place in the world he would have rather been at that moment. He held himself within her for what felt like an eternity, then slowly withdrew, her tight body trying to keep him within her.

High Elf Archer let out a series of low moans as her husband sawed in and out of her, making her entire body shake rhythmically: with her feet over ha shoulders, he was able to get explore her deepest depths, forcing her body to at least temporarily remold itself to accommodate him. The heady mix of pleasure and pain was beyond her ability to describe. She had at times cursed herself for waiting two thousand years before experiencing the pleasures of the flesh, but t the same time, she couldn't imagine give herself to anyone but Orcbolg. The High Elves believed that everyone possessed only half a soul, and that finding the person who held the other half was the true meaning of life. And being as they were effectively immortal, it wasn't exactly unheard of for her people to search for centuries if not millennia to find their soul mate. But she had been blessed more than most, for she had found not one soul mate, but three, each of them a part of her that she hadn't realised was missing.

Orcbolg was the one destined to father her children, the only man she could ever see herself laying with as man and wife. Like her, he was an Adventurer, but his cold, methodological nature was the ice to her impulsive, reckless fire, tempering her like a master blacksmith did a blade. Cow Girl shared her love of nature and all living things, but also pushed her to explore parts of herself that she hadn't realised where there. While she had taught the farmer all she had read about how two women could pleasure one another, it was the Red-head who had taken her by the hand in embracing it. And little Guild Girl, initially so timid and repressed, had the mind and heart of a great scholar, an imagination wide enough to encompasses the entire world. She had been the one to open up new possibilities to the Ranger, who had first planted the idea of their unusual marriage in her head.

Sword Maiden watched the two make love with a smile. They'd all but forgotten she was there which was to be expected, and she simply held the Elf, stoking her hair as she silently prayed that the Ritual worked. She hadn't been lying when she'd said she'd never performed it herself: it required a degree of openness and familiarity that she had thought herself unable to feel. It was only because of how Goblin Slayer, High Elf Archer and their friends had saved her from her crippling fear of goblins that she was finally able to open up to them. It had been years since she'd last felt ready to give herself to another, and what should have been the great love of her life was taken from her by the same goblins that took her sight and her innocence.

Yes, he would have married her regardless, not caring for her stolen virginity. But then the healer had given her the worst news of all: whether by design or accident, the goblins had taken from her the ability to have children, something no amount of pray or healing potions could ever change. They'd both cried at the news, but she'd been the stronger of the two, and ended their budding relationship then and there: he was of noble birth, expected to carry on his families bloodline, and as such he needed a wife who could bear him the sons she could not. They remained friends to that day, and she had learnt to accept the happiness, and family, he had found with another, but at the cost of closing off part of her heart. It was only when Goblin Slayer had promised to kill the goblins that haunted her dreams that she'd felt free to love again, even if it could never be the same as the love she had lost.

Reaching down, she placed one hand over High Elf Archer's flat, muscular stomach and felt Goblin Slayer moving within his wife. His body was moving in and out like the piston on a water-pump, driving the Elf to previously undreamed of heights of ecstasy. The cleric had lost count of the number of times she had felt the woman in her arms shudder and convulse as she reached her peak time and again. And through it all, Goblin Slayer remained unchanged, his eyes locked on his wife, a look of total devotion and love on his face. Sword Maiden couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to see a man look at her that way, just for a moment. While the Supreme God had given her the ability to see more than her own eyes ever could, her world was one of black and white, light and shadows. Gone for her was the deep blue of a clear sky, or the golden waves of a field of corn.

Her world was one of absolutes.

And then and there, the one absolute she was sure of was the love Goblin Slayer and High Elf Archer had for one another. It burned like a golden flame, turning the drab world around her once again into a riot of colour. To be so close to a pure, unquestionable love was a heady wine that she wanted to drink of until she could drink no more. Acting on their own, her hands once again explored the Eldar body, cupping her breasts to pinching her nippels and rubbing the bud at the apex of her femininity. While she had never taken a lover, she had spent many a night exploring her own body, both before and after the goblins had attacked her, and was well versed in how to bring a woman pleasure with just her own hands. And that wasn't to say that she was being left out: High Elf Archer's back was pressed between Sword Maidena open thighs, and every thrust Goblin Slayers made into his wide rubbed the Ranger against the clerics own womanhood, while her sprayed hair played against her breasts like a thousand little fingers.

More than once she had found her own release, all be it far more subdued than the woman between her legs.

Goblin Slayer let out a low moan, his movements becoming far more erratic, and Sword Maiden placed her hand flat on High Elf Archer's stomach so she could feel the Adventurers manhood throb inside his wife with his release.

"Gods and Goddesses of Light and Order," the Archbishop smiled, "We call upon you to bless this union with a child. We ask that it grows strong and healthy under your protection, bringing new love and joy to the lives of its parents, and knows nothing but happiness all the long days of its life."

A brilliant glow appeared within High Elf Archer's abdomen, growing in size and power until it envelopes all three of them in a pure, blinding light. Warmth and peace filled every fiber of their being, as if the universe itself was telling them that everything was going to be OK. It lasted only a few moments, but to them it felt like an eternity.

In due time, the light faded, and High Elf Archer pulled herself up until she sat straddling her husbands lap, their bodies still joined as one even as their combined juices spilled out onto the bedsheets. They kisses passionately, content in the knowledge that they had created something wonderful together.

"Orcbolg, beloved." she panted, a joyful smile on her lips, "Thank you for this."

"It was my pleasure." he replied stoically, but there was an unmistakable glint in his eyes, making it clear that he felt the same happiness that she did.

"And thank you." High Elf Archer twisted her head to look down at Sword Maiden, who lay flushed on the bed, her body glistening with their combined sweat, "I don't know how to repay you..." her eyes drifted lower, and she saw the Archbishops open, core, slick and inviting, "or maybe I do."

To Be Continued...