"Hei amari to covair al hem atri no to regar!" Zu'thara chanted, raising the ball of sperm above the height of our heads.

A blue surge swirled around the ball of semen, then a chime sounded and a green light eminated from the orb, replacing the blue.

The she-elves stared at the orb.

"He... he is capable of impregnating matrons...." Zu'thara finally declared solemnly.

The she-elves began retying their underclothes on and redressing as they stared at the orb of semen still floating in the air.

I redressed with them.

"Sister," Gledril breathed, "He has already recovered from his strain...."

Zu'thara looked away from the orb and her eyes widened...