The process of returning to Nilari's home was a little more complicated than would have been expected.  Every few dozen feet an elven man, or far more often, wanted to stop him and offer their thanks for returning them home to a place they'd never known, but knew was where they belonged.  Multiple times these people whispered far too loudly that they wished they were in Lunari or Nilari's boots to be taking the hero home for the night.  But eventually they made it back to Nilari's home and locked the door behind them.  The built up passions led to Nirael having no choice in the matter, and the three of them falling into bed to satisfy the built up lusts they all truly felt.  Falling asleep entwined in each other's bodies afterwards was made possible by such exertions, and the light filtering in through the windows did little to detract from their sleep.  Some time later Nirael was roused by Nilari who proceeded to make slow and passionate love to him while he lay back.  Lunari's head still cradled upon his shoulder, she roused only long enough to smile and fall back asleep even as her mother rode him.  Yet even later he was again roused from sleep by the feeling of Lunari caressing his body.  He saw the two women locked in a slow, side by side, sixty nine.  She was reaching behind her to stroke his body and eventually without words, he rolled onto his side and guided himself into Lunari, again with no haste, slowly and passionately fucking her while spooning her.  The soft wet feel of Nilari's tongue on him occasionally did nothing to detract, but instead only seemed to seal the bond between the three of them.<br/><br/>When he awoke the third time, the light in the room had not yet changed, but he felt fully rested and restored, even with the interruptions during the 'night.'  Both women were gone from the bed, unsurprising as they seemed to need less sleep than he.  He found them downstairs, already bathed and dressed, as they chatted quietly.  Nilari spoke first,<strong>"Well lover, it seems that the villiage is very grateful."  </strong>She gestured to the kitchen table where sat a staggering array of baskets filled with fruit, food, clothing, and other gifts.<strong>"I don't think everyone in the village has left you a token of appreciation, even though it might seem like it by the display."</strong><br/><br/>Nirael moved to inspect the gifts and found man small carved objects, small flutes and whistled carved with expert care out of wood, tiny tokens, charms, and statuettes no bigger than his finger.  Lunari chuckled and said,<strong>"There's at least thirty of them so far.  We call them '<em>sorluian</em>,' they indicate that the giver wishes to enter an agreement with the receiver to bear a child.  I have a feeling that you're going to get more over the next few days as well."</strong><br/><br/>Her mother laughed,<strong>"And likely that the name Nirael may become popular for male children in the near future."</strong><br/><br/>Both women laughed before Lunari clucked her tongue at Nirael,<strong>"Oh don't make that face, be flattered.  The word has spread around all morning how you finally completed our goddesses's prophecy and returned us home.  Of course you're going to be popular.  Don't worry about that for now, we elves have all the time in the world to think about that." </strong><br/><br/>Nilari nodded and asked,<strong>"So, tell us, what are your plans this morning?"</strong><br/><br/>Lunari frowned and looked out the window, the light streaming through it,<strong>"Is it still morning?  I thought it was afternoon.  It's so hard to tell, the light never changes here."</strong>