The Merciless Alpha(erotica)

Diamiutar motioned to Narusil, and there two quickly brought my degree of clothing in line with all of my naked beauties in the room. The speed and skill of their hands amazed me, as pieces of my wardrobe seemed to leap from my body to where Lymarith folded them and left them in a neat pile on the bedside table.

There was an audible gasp from the four nations who had yet to see my manhood as it came into view. I could feel Diamiutar get even more excited, though significantly more nervous, as she laid her eyes on her prize.

Diamiutar led me to the bed and eased me back onto a position in the middle of the large bed and Narusil resumed her position to watch from.

I wasn’t sure it was physically possible to be as aroused as I was in this moment. The smell of my aroused matrons was intoxicating. Just like the women back home, they didn’t smell like flowers or perfume, but the musk of an aroused elf was different somehow. More earthy, like the forest just after it rained, but somehow it was incredibly erotic and enticing at the same time.

The smell was amazing but the view was even better. I had been guided in my selection, I knew now, by the very elven gods themselves, and they had presented me with the best they could offer. While elven physiology did not give them giant tits or popping hips, or at least wouldn’t until my child was growing inside them, their grace and beauty was still undeniable.

Lymarith looked at my skyward pointing pole, and couldn’t resist a moan of desire. Narusil was biting her lower lip to try and maintain some form of dignity. Looking down toward my cock as Diamiutar moved to straddle me, I could see Creadean’s wide eyes with my cock directly between them. Even Heilantu had given up on pretending to not be dying to watch this.

Tavorwen sat in the corner, smiling, and rubbing her pussy, I could tell she was thinking back just a few hours ago to when she’d been the one mounting me, and her fingers dipped between her lips to where my semen still resided in her womanhood.

Diamiutar planted her feet on either side of me as she prepared to do her best as she gave me her virginity. I brought my knees up to give her something to steady against. She smiled at me and squatted to lower her dripping vagina to where she could take my cock and rub it on her lips. She moaned at the contact, drawing moans from her audience as well. Once the excessive lubricant was adequately spread on my dome, she lined it up with her hole, took a deep breath and began to lower herself.

Her mouth opened in amazement and wonder at the new sensations as her vagina stretched to allow my head between her lips. She paused for a second to adjust, then pushed herself further. I felt her hymen draw tight, but she closed her mouth, grit her teeth and dropped herself, spearing herself on my length. Her hymen burst, unable to stop the inevitable progress of my length into her depths, and I almost came right then.

Just like with Tavorwen, Diamiutar’s pussy was divine. Tight as fuck, rippling as she adjusted to the new sensation and wet enough that it didn’t matter how tight it was, I was going to slide right it. God, elven pussy was so fucking fantastic!

I’d thought my combined arousal with Tavorwen and Creadean had been awesome, we’d barely started and with my entire household it was a hundred times better.

I noticed Diamiutar waver and caught her shoulders as she started to topple. Her eyes had half-closed, and I realized in her excitement she’d probably taken my dick way too fast. Driveal had warned me that new matrons could easily be overwhelmed. Luckily, Diamiutar’s eyes fluttered back open and she righted herself.

Diamiutar shook her head, clearing out what had made her black out for a second, then she put her hands on my chest and started rocking back and forth, working her hips to grind her clitoris on my pelvis as my length worked her insides.

“Oh Gods,” Lymarith groaned, “I’m not even the one in the bed and just the feelings through the bond…” she cut off with a moan.

“It’s better than I ever dared hope!” Diamiutar cried, tears of unchecked joy and satisfaction dripping down her cheeks.

Narusil was practically laying on the bed staring at the union of our bodies as Diamiutar picked up the pace, and it almost looked like she was drooling.

Heilantu and Creadean sat with rapt attention savoring the shared emotions and watching the celebration of bonding taking place.

Diamiutar was breathing hard, sweat starting to run down her body. I could feel her approach her climax.

That was good because my arousal and pleasure was bouncing out to all five matrons not riding my cock, and coming back to me stronger. Not to mention the reverberating sensations between Diamiutar and me. Normally, I found last a good long time, but fuck, the emotional bond and incredibly sensations of elven pussy were fucking mind-blowing.

I took hold of Diamiutar’s hips, bucked up into her and released. My seed flooded into her, making her eyes roll up in her head as the orgasm rendered conscious thought impossible. I was able to think just enough to take hold of her shoulder, so she didn’t fall again, but that was all the mental capacity I had with everything filling my mind. I probably didn’t cum as much for Diamiutar as I had for Tavorwen, but neither of us were complaining. Diamiutar womb was filled with my fertile seed and hope blossomed. Her desperate desire for a child, and the hope that it could happen was almost as powerful as the orgasm for her.

My new lover leaned down, spent, and allowed my slowly softening member to slide out of her, though she whimpered sadly as the last inch slipped out, leaving her stretched vagina empty. She rolled off of me, and looked across my body to Narusil.

“Narusil, I’m too spent… but Master Thomas had some activities he wanted to try and see how we liked them. You are next to receive… wild you join us and see what Master Thomas was talking about?” Diamiutar murmured dreamily.

The words had scarcely left her mouth before the youngest of my matrons was climbing into the bed.

Fuck, this was hot.

“Master, what should I-” Narusil started to ask, but I gently grabbed her neck and pulled her down into a kiss. Her eyes opened wide, in shock, but I felt exactly how much she adored it.

I broke the kiss. “You are simply going to lay back and enjoy. Time to show you how I spoiled the… females… where I come from.”

I bore her down to the bed with a second kiss and heard all the matrons except the two on the bed gasp in surprise and arousal flares anew. This was strange, exciting and new territory for all of them.

Diamiutar was too wrapped up in post-sex bliss to even process what was happening as she tried not to fall asleep, her hands cradling her lower stomach where she hoped to soon carry a child. The rest of the house was going crazy.

I kissed Narusil with passion, and she melted in my arms. My tongue quested into her mouth and found a willing and excited partner as we began to make out. My hand slid down her shoulder as I rose up and I found the tender and supple flesh of her breast. The sensation of my passionate kiss and the unexpected stimulation of her breast made emotions flash like fireworks through our bond. Narusil’s hips began to squirm and I could feel her already building an orgasm, despite the complete lack of clitoral stimulation or any of the other spots I generally used to drive women back home to such peaks. I let my second hand join my first in exploring the wonderful mounds of Narusil’s virgin breasts.

To my surprise, Narusil orgasmed hard, but I could still feel the need though our bond. Her mouth tore away from mine, gasping for breath and her hips jumped as her back arched.

I took advantage and dropped my mouth to her nipples, looking almost painfully erect and needing attention. My tongue swirled her dark red nipple, the texture almost making me swoon as Narusil cried out in pleasure. She was grinding her ass into the bed and squirming as the powerful sensations echoed through her body and our bond.

I slipped a hand down and began caressing her sexy virgin slit, making Narusil moan. My fingers exploring her intimate parts, found them to be almost exactly like the women I’d been with, though perhaps smaller, and tighter. I found her clitoris with ease and began ratcheting things up to a twelve. Narusil screamed in pleasure as the combined stimulation of her breasts and the most sensitive parts of her vagina overloaded her.

But… something was wrong. She should have been getting release with every orgasm, that’s what an orgasm was! But despite this, I only felt growing need through the bond! It was driving her crazy as her hips bucked into my hand.

In a moment I could only describe as revelation, it hit me. On Earth, sex was pleasure with the possibility of reproduction. Heck, women were sometimes even more satisfied with the reproductive possibilities removed. Sex knowing her man was wearing a condom, had a hysterectomy or that she was on the pill took the stress out of sex for a lot of women. For elves, sex was the opposite. Without the chance at reproduction, sex was incomplete, a farce, a tease. I was effectively writing check after check to Narusil’s body, but I had just cum in Diamiutar… my balls and penis couldn’t cash these checks. I was tapped out for at least another twenty minutes, and that would be a stretch to satisfy her reproductively that quickly. To make matters worse, I could feel Narusil’s exhaustion creeping up on her, she’d pass out way before I could get hard again.Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.