The Merciless Alpha(erotica)

Finally, my spent matron collapsed on her cloak. She held her arms out to me, and I pulled myself from her depths and laid on top of my sated and content matron.

“It’s… It’s not fair.” Creadean groaned, “They tell you… during classes in the nursery… what it is like to be with a master.” Her arms wrapped around me and tugged me toward her chest. “They talk about how masters lack the strength and stamina and so as matrons we must work for them to bring them to the point of insemination…. But you… You drive yourself, and have spare to see to extra pleasure for me beyond that which any matron has the right to ask for… and you do it because you want to.”

She cuddled up to me, her breasts pressing against my chest as she pressed her face into my neck. “You could have had all of us, waiting on you hand and foot, and we would have done it happily. But you don’t. You repel our enemies with ease that boggles the mind, then have energy still to do… THAT.”

I smiled as she pressed herself against my body. The flawless smooth skin feeling so soft, and peaceful in our post-sex bliss. Part of me realized that there was probably a blushing elven seer getting an eyeful of me and my matron… but I didn’t care at the moment.

We lay there for a few minutes before Creadean sighed, “Well, Master, as much as I’d love to stay like this forever, we should get dressed. The seer is probably tired of watching and waiting to come collect us.”

I kissed her one more time, the rose and Tavorwen handed me my garments to dress. As I was pulling on my cloak, a mage shimmered into existence a few feet away. I could tell from the way she was side-eyeing me that she had seen EVERYTHING. At least she wasn’t blushing mad red like the last one.

“If you are prepared, we can return to Ealphamir now.” The mage declared.

“Yes, we can return.” Creadean declared, shifting her quiver on her back.

The mage gathered them up and began the incantation.

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“Now. Get dressed, slave.” Kathra spat at the sobbing wood elf, “You have your orders. Obey. And do not allow yourself to be caught.”

Radrine sobbed as her clothing and gear was unceremoniously dropped on her. With wooden movements, she pulled her clothing on, twinges of pain causing her to be careful to make sure her garb was exactly as it should have been.

Kathra smiled. She loved watching a new slave slowly break into her new position. Oh, how she wished she didn’t need this bitch intact. Her death would be better than any of the woodland whores, who submit themselves to a male, deserved.

“When she is ready, return her to where she was taken from.” Kathra instructed, moving on and striding from the room.

The maimed shadow elf was still angry, glaring at the crying wood elf. But returned the heated implements to racks to cool.

Once Radrine was dressed, a shadow claw assassin emerged from the shadows, taking her by the arm and half-leading/half-dragging her from the room.

Radrine could hardly believe how her world was crumbling around her. Her freedom, her very free will, had been stripped from her, but she had betrayed her people… and her betrayal was not yet complete. Inside her head, Radrine screamed, raged, slammed against the barriers of magic like nails in her head. It was useless. She could no more draw her blade, once again at her side, and attack the assassin at her side than she could sprout wings and fly, and she was no mage. That was beyond her.

She was taken back to the dark room where she had first been taken by the shadow claws and the mage who had put her mind to sleep so she could be positioned for all that followed.

That same blue-skinned mage, head half-shaved with magical tattoos covering the shorn part of her head, stepped forward and began a series of gestures.

A final tear slipped from Radrine’s eye, then the world blended together, the darkness of the dungeon swirling and emerging as the darkness of the edge of the Forest. Her stomach tried to rebel, but that would potentially compromise her, so her slave sigil burned on her neck and her stomach, try as it might, could not force her to vomit.

“Radrine!” Captain Sliviur called, “Where have you been?”

“My apologies, Captain. I saw something on our flank and went to investigate.” Radrine heard her voice reply. A lie, but a potentially believable lie.

“You know you are to take a blade sister with you!” Captain Sliviur chastised. “A lone tree falls, but the forest stands strong. Never move alone.”

“Forgive me, Captain, there was no time. It was a quick motion and I had to move or I would have lost it. Regardless, it turned out to be nothing. A curious stag.” Radrine apologized.

“It could have been a shadow elf assassin! You are talented, but you are not experienced enough to take on a full fledged assassin yet.” Captain Sliviur further berated her. “… Are you okay? You seem off?”

“I feel… weak… hot…” Radrine replied, her stomach dropping like a rock. Curse this fucking sigil! How did it force her to do this? She couldn’t even cry.

“Illness? Have you come down with something?” Captain Sliviur demanded, placing a hand on her subordinate’s forehead. “By Cranatha, you are burning up. You need a healer. I’m temporarily reassigning you back to the city for care.”

“No… I can still fight.” Radrine pleaded. At first she was confused, but then she realized it would have been more suspicious if she had gone willingly.

“Absurd. I’m getting you teleported back this instant. Follow.” Captain Sliviur insisted, and hurried back to the main force.

Her heart in her stomach, Radrine followed, looking miserable on the outside, but far more miserable inside.

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“Another excellent performance.” General Jakarah congratulated me as I returned with Tavorwen and Creadean. “I owe you an apology. Many of us do. We weren’t sure how you could help us, but you saved entire platoons of our sisters today.”

I held up a hand, “No apology necessary, I wasn’t sure how helpful I would be either, so I can’t blame you for being uncertain as well.”

General Jakarah smiled, “Your forgiveness is appreciated. Return to your home and rest. We will doubtless have need of your services again soon.”

Creadean and Tavorwen took my hands and led me from the walkway in front of the Silver Ivy Barracks to our home on maple row in the Gold Leaf district. I could feel the relief from my matrons as they felt my proximity. My return from the front lines meant I was safe again, or as close to safe as anyone ever was.

Heilantu greeted us at the door.”Welcome!”Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

She winked at Creadean, “Was it as good as it seemed from here?”

Creadean smiled, a slight flush on her cheeks, “Probably better.”

Heilantu grinned, “Gods, I can’t wait for my turn.”

I laughed, walking through the doorway. “Well, I’ll see if I can’t show you what it’s like this evening.”

Heilantu bit her lower lip and I could feel how that excited her.

“Dinner will be ready shortly!” Diamiutar called from the kitchen.

The smell was heavenly, the rich beefy smell in the air mixed with the hearty smell of slow roasted vegetables and the starchiness of something like a potato filled the air as well. I rested my rifle against a chair and sat. The feeling of returning to a loving home full of my matrons, my wives, was a kind of satisfaction I hadn’t really ever experienced before. It was wonderful and my heart filled with love for the elves that had given themselves to me. I knew I would do anything for them and the society embraced me, even before I had proven my value and now that I had, the world was my oyster.

A pair of delicate hands caressed my shoulders, applying careful pressure and driving the slight stiffness from the muscles. Damn, I’d never been much for massages, but the hands on my shoulders were almost magical.

A groan escaped my lips.

“I’m glad you like my efforts, Master.” Heilantu crooned, her hands moving to my neck and my muscles could not help but relax and loosen as her fingers skillfully drove each trace of stress from my neck. “I have spent years learning the art from a few matrons around the city. I’m glad my efforts weren’t in vain.”

“God, yes. This is fantastic.” I breathed, my head swaying as Heilantu’s skillful fingers worked the muscles of my neck.

I felt her breasts touch my back as her hands continued to my scalp. Her thin, delicate fingers were stronger than I’d expected and I could feel my brain fizzle as her fingers skillfully drove any tightness and weariness from my scalp.