The Merciless Alpha(erotica)

Diamiutar thought about that, “Are you sure?”

I nodded. “The maidens helping her will give Naruisl a chance to get their measure and help me choose my future matrons. And surely none of you would object to helping her until then.”

Diamiutar frowned, “Heilantu may balk, but I think once it is pointed out that Narusil isn’t shirking her duties, she will relent and help. After all, there will not be a constant need for healing, or mending. Lymarith will likely be kept busy with the work of enchanting. But overall, I think this is a good arrangement.” She conceded, her smile returning. “I think you have worked through that dilemma in a satisfactory manner. Now, that was all I had to discuss, is there anything you want to bring up?”

I grinned, I could feel her excitement for what would happen as soon as this conversation was over. “No, I think you’ve waited long enough, and the other matrons are just as excited.”

Diamiutar blushed as red as her hair, “It is nice that we can feel each other’s emotions, but it does make certain things harder to hide… doesn’t it.”

Tavorwen laughed, “You are in for a world changing experience.” She told the other head matron, putting a hand on her pelvis and smiling. I could feel her contentment through our bond.

Diamiutar groaned, “Sister, I just wish I could have felt your emotions through the bond too.”

I perked up, “You can’t feel each other’s emotions?”

The two exchanged a smile, “No, Master, we can only feel yours.”

That didn’t seem quite fair, but if that was how it had to be, I guess I couldn’t really change it.

“Alright, well, I can tell you right now, if we don’t go and give the house a show, then someone is going to go crazy.” I told my head matrons and I took Diamiutar’s hand to lead her to my bedroom.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

In the distant tower of El’muth’ran, dark fortress of the shadow elves, high in her chambers, Kathra sat naked and looked down at the spent naked male laying on her bed.

“Pst!” She hissed, her fingers dipping into her naked pussy and coming away covered with a thin milky glaze. “That’s all you could do, Gla’dri? All your magic to ‘enhance your stamina and potency’ and I get that pathetic performance and this thin drivel?”

The male shadow elf was breathing hard, his breath ravaging his body. “My apologies… your majesty… on my… performance…” He wheezed. “But I assure you… the sperm will be… most potent… and should have… the capacity… to endure… in your system… for at least a year…”

Kathra snorted, “Have you so little faith in your charms?” She taunted, touching the one thing she wore, a jade tablet about an inch wide and an inch and a half tall and less than a quarter of an inch thick. Inscribed in a glowing silver ink were runes, as it hung between her sizable breasts. “You told me this charm would force my body to ovulate when a male’s seed entered my womb.”

Try as she might to hide it, her legs trembled beneath her. While her endurance was impressive for an elf, an elf she still was and her body still took the toll of the wild sex she had forced the male to pleasure her with. She had discovered making him do all the work left her with more endurance and protected her from the moments of vulnerability she had used to slay her successor and claim the throne.

“True… but that is… not why… you had me… come here… am I wrong?” Gla’dri forced out before breathing deeply and finally catching his breath. “You know that most spies of your enemies avoid overhearing as you are being pleasured, because it rouses their need as well.” He sat up, groaning, his arms shook and he was on the verge of complete exhaustion.

“You are more perceptive than I gave you credit for, male.” Kathra begrudgingly admitted, rubbing one of her bright purple nipples, standing out against the dark skin of her breasts. It always amazes her how they turned from their normal dark blue to purple as the blood filled them as she became aroused.

“Oh, it was not so hard to deduce.” Glad’dri informed her, “Every time you have brought me here and bid me to pleasure you and given me the opportunity to give you my seed, you have spoken afterward of matters that could be most problematic if overheard. Your rule is secure, but not so secure that such information could not unseat you.”

Kathra backhanded him, knocking him to the bed. “Worthless male! How dare you even suggest that such a thing could happen!? I am supreme! Queen of the Shadow Elves! Appointed by Ya’av herself upon the death of my predecessor!”

Gla’dri remained facedown, for a moment, allowing the rage in the queen’s veins to calm. “My words were carelessly chosen. Forgive this humble advisor for presuming too much.”

Kathra’s lip curled in derision, “You are lucky you have value to me, or you be thrown stiff in the ditch.”

Gla’dri rolled over, nursing the forming bruise on his face. “Now my queen, what problem do you need my council on?”

Kathra’s teeth ground in frustration at this disgusting male on her bed as she shifted so the thin, milky cum dripped down her thighs. He was far too confident, even after he should have been shown his place. His three inch member was large for an elf, enabling him to actually thrust into her instead of grinding against her like most males had to. As much as she would never tell a worthless piece of male fuckmeat, he was the best sexual partner of the almost dozen she’d tried. The standard two inch member of your average male just barely couldn’t reach her most sensitive spot, but the extra inch Gla’dri brought to her bed could reach it, just as his pelvis rubbed against her clitoris. Were she to ride him like one of the forest cunts, she might very well be overwhelmed with an orgasm before he gave her the seed she required.

“I have a few ideas about how to deal with this summon the forest ‘matrons’ have summoned. You have a gift for spotting flaws in my plans, but… I cannot be heard accepting such counsel from a male.” Kathra admitted, absently playing with the cum dripping from her slit. Her fingers parting the blue lips of her vagina to reveal the pink flesh within as her fingers swirled the milky substance.

Gla’dri did his best not to smile. He’d been taken to Kathra’s bed enough times to know the signs when he’d performed admirably. The time it was taking for the arousal to fad from her nipples and how she touched herself told him all he needed to know. Of course she wouldn’t admit to it, but with the magic fortifying his normally weak constitution and the large member that Ya’av had blessed him with gave him some security.

Kathra reigned with fear and unpredictability. Playing expertly the factions of the shadow elves against each other, but never allowing them to actually weaken her peoples position. Her mastery of dark magics, especially the aspects of necromancy that could paralyze or kill with a single arcane word, made her dangerous, and her political wit made her powerful.

So long as he could stay so close as to be beneath her gaze, he could be as safe as any male could be in this vile society. It also gave him some pleasure knowing there was a possibility that she could have to bear his son. Odds were Kathra’s child would be a daughter. That was what she wanted, a daughter less disappointing than her first born. And while she would be angry at not receiving an heir, a male would enable her to start jockeying for who would get the chance to breed with the queen’s son.

He just had to keep performing.

“Very well, my queen. Let me hear these plans of yours.”

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I was excited as I led Diamiutar to my room. I had fucking loved it when Tavorwen had given me her virginity, but there had been a part of me that had been forced to stay alert in case the shadow elves had returned. This time, safe in Ealphamir, I could just relax and enjoy the deliciousness of my wives… er… matrons.

I’d have to figure out what the elven view on a wife was, if they even used the term, but that was something I’d discuss with Driveal later.

Right now, I had a fucking hot virgin matron to fuck.

We entered my bedroom and the four matrons had seats gathered around the bed to watch. They’d even brought a chair in for Tavorwen.

Narusil and Lymarith were right up by the side of the bed, eager and shameless in their desire to see what they’d soon receive. They had already pulled the blankets back to clear the area for the coming activities. Creadean was at the foot of the bed, where she’d get the best view as Diamiutar’s pussy swallowed my cock. And Heilantu was trying to play it off cool, even though I could feel easily how exciting this was for her.

I realized that while this felt almost like a wedding night for me, and probably did for them too, simply watching their Master make love to a fellow matron was probably more expected in elven society than actually being deflowered the day of their bonding. Holy fuck where they excited for this.

I decided to see how willing they were to play along with my whims.

“Alright, in this house, everyone is equal. So if Diamiutar is getting naked, everyone who wants to watch will be getting naked as well.” A) I fucking wanted to see them all naked and I KNEW none of them were about to miss this, and B) I liked the idea of trying to impress on them the idea that I thought of them all as equals.

Glances were exchanged, then my matrons started shimmying out of their clothing. The household matrons simply need to get the fabric of their gowns off their shoulders then they could slip out of the skirts and undo the ties holding their undergarment sections together. Diamiutar stripped alongside the others, getting almost ridiculously excited and aroused. Tavorwen and Creadean had more steps, having to unlatch all the fasteners on their jackets and removing the cloaks and all the other pieces of leather armor.

The bows, quivers and blades were set nearby, within easy reach should something crazy happen. I unslung my rifle from my shoulder, marveling how easy it was to carry and how I almost forgot it was there. I don’t know what Durithana had done with the strap, but I wished I’d had that strap back home.

The nimbleness of my matrons meant that by the time I was done leaning my rifle against the wall, I was the only one with a stitch of clothing on.