The Merciless Alpha(erotica)

“Is something wrong?” Narusil asked, tying her undergarments in place.

“Did someone change the sheets last night while I wasn’t watching?” I murmured. “Shouldn’t there be stains from where you and Diamiutar made your mark?” I asked, motioning to the pool at Lymarith’s opening.

“Do you not protect your bedding on your home world?” Narusil asked, pulling on a gown from one of the boxes in the cubbies grown into the walls. She slipped it on and tied it up, cinching the top so that it fit her properly.

I shook my head. “Does magic solve all your problems?”

Narusil cocked her head in thought, “No, but simple things like that… That isn’t hard.”

I found the box I’d placed my clothing in. and fished out my undergarments. “I need to learn more about magic… Maybe I can visit Driveal again today to talk more about it…” I mused.

“Oh, he’d love that.” Narusil giggled, “I’ll check with him.”

I pulled my pants on and followed her from the room with the rest of my clothing in my hand. I was curious about what she was planning. By the time we reached the front door, I was pulling on my boots as we walked.

Creadean joined us as Narusil opened the door and a great horned owl landed gingerly on her outstretched arm.

“Amari faur nor gal.” Narusil stated matter of factly, and a tiny scroll and quill appeared floating before her. She traced words in the air and the tiny quill transcribed the words onto the scroll, before it wrapped up and with a motion, Naruisl guided it to the leg of the owl, where a ribbon materialized to bind it to the leg.

“Take that to Driveal Starborn.” Narusil directed, the owl dipped in acknowledgement, then with a flurry of wings, it took to the sky.

She turned around and seemed surprised to see us. “Is everything okay?”

I was reeling. “What was that owl?”

She glanced at the sky where the owl had disappeared. “My familiar?”

I rocked back on my heels, “You have a familiar?”

She seemed surprised that I was surprised. “Why wouldn’t I?”

I didn’t have an answer. “Can anyone have a familiar?”

She tipped her head to the side, “You need at least a fundamental level of magical skill, or talent, but essentially, yes, anyone could have a familiar.”

I’d have to talk more to Driveal. “Interesting, let’s go eat.”

Walking into the dinning room, one of the cabinets that had been empty when I had explored early was thrown open and Diamiutar was working through a pile of tiny scrolls that had accumulated in the cabinet. She had a large scroll on the small table underneath the cabinet, and took notes as she read each scroll, then once she was finished, she would set aside the scroll, and as I ate my food I watched as roughly five minutes after being set aside, the scrolls would disappear.

Diamiutar had made something resembling pancakes with bits of various fruits mixed in them. They tasted of honey and fruit and were quite filling.

“How are the applicants looking?” Tavorwen inquired.

“Oh, there are more good options than we can handle at once. I feel bad for a few of them. Like poor Galvora… you know as well as I that she only has a few years left before her childbearing years are over… it just wouldn’t be right to bring her in.” Diamiutar admitted sadly.

“How are the applicants from the battle maidens?” Tavorwen pressed.

“Not surprising. Several of your old sisters from the Ivy have applied.” Diamiutar explained, “A few of the pine barracks and many from the saproling barracks.”Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

Creadean walked over, “I’m surprised that Flendreir applied. She would be a great option.” She noted, looking over the list.

Lymarith floated in on unsteady legs and sat, pulling a pancake onto a plate and she began eating, swaying back and forth and humming happily.

“Creadean and I wanted to talk to you about some projects we wanted you to work on, once you are sufficiently recovered.” Tavorwen informed Lymarith.

Lamarith looked at Tavorwen happily, and nodded, her mouth full.

As I finished my meal, another scroll dropped into the box with a golden ribbon.

Diamiutar immediately picked up the scroll and opened it. Her eyes skimmed over the message contained therein.

“Driveal says he’d be happy for you to visit.” Diamiutar declared. “He is available at your leisure.”

“Great, I’ll go over once my meal has settled.” I decided.

Creadean and Tavorwen exchanged a glance. “I will attend to him.” Tavorwen acknowledged, and Creadean nodded.

I recognized the signs of a military escort. I wondered if they really thought that was necessary here in the city. Tavorwen had said that the Shadow elves didn’t know where we were. Otherwise the city would have been attacked long ago. Surely, we were safe here, weren’t we?

My military brain kicked in. I was in a nation at war. Assuming anywhere was safe made that place inherently dangerous. I immediately felt the absence of my rifle. In my post-sex haze, and curiosity about what Narusil was up to, I had left it and my blades in my room. This epitome made me feel naked. I rose and went to retrieve my arms. I was at least wearing my reinforced jacket and the enchanted trousers. So armored, but not armed.

I stepped into my room and the still messy bedding lay as Lymarith had left it. No sign of the blood and cum that had been leaking from Lymarith could be seen. I belted on my sword and dagger. I didn’t really know how to use them like an elf would. I had some knife training from my time in the military, but as my instructor had stated repeatedly during hand-to-hand combat training, “the best form of hand-to-hand combat happens at a distance of a thousand yards”. Meaning that there was no ideal form of hand-to-hand combat according to the military. Maybe the elves could train me to where I could actually hold my own… but I had no illusion I was fast enough to keep up with elven bladework.

My rifle settled nicely on my shoulder and I felt much better. At least with it, I freaking knew how to use my rifle.

“Ready to go?” Tavorwen asked.

I nodded. We walked to the front door and stepped out. I found my military observation skills kicking in. I was watching for sniper nests, observation points, potential threats, and escape paths. Tavorwen noticed my increased alertness and I could feel her approval. It was a short walk to Driveal’s home. We reached the row of elms and followed it until we arrived at the noble elm, reminding me of a chinese elm, but once again grown to astronomical size.

Narivna answered the door with her child again slug across her chest. “Welcome, I will let Master Driveal know you have arrived.”

We stepped inside and closed the door.

Sammthathir was sitting in a chair, her enormous pregnant belly shifted as her child kicked and squirmed. She smiled at her stomach, pressing through the gap in her matron gown. She looked almost exactly as you’d expect an eight or nine month pregnant mother to.

“How soon until you give birth?” I asked the happy mother.

“Only three months to go.” She declared happily.

I remembered my conversation with Tavorwen that it took around two and a half years, meaning three months was roughly the last tenth of her pregnancy. Man, I could hardly believe that elves could stand being pregnant for so long, but Sammthathir was happily stroking her stomach.

The clicking of a cane announced that Driveal had arrived. He was looking better than he had the previous day, I supposed he had time to recover. I wondered if he predicted I would come and waited until later to engage in procreation with his matrons.

“Welcome, Master Thomas.” Driveal greeted me.

“Master Driveal, how are you doing?” I returned his greeting.

“I am doing well. Come, come. This way.” And he motioned toward the hall to his study.

Tavorwen followed this time, and we entered the study. Tavorwen sat in a chair by the door, and Driveal sat in front of one of his bookshelves. I pulled a chair up next to Driveal and leaned my rifle against the chair like Driveal leaned his cane against his seat.

“So I hear you chose my Narusil as one of your matrons?” Driveal asked with a smile.

Realizing I had spent the last night almost ruining her first sexual encounter then I’d railed his daughter’s pussy, I swallowed.

“Oh, don’t look so concerned. I am happy for both of you.” Driveal assured me. “I had worried for her, but this is as close to a best case scenario as I could have hoped for.”

Man, the cultural differences were still blowing my mind. I could never imagine a father on earth being happy about his daughter joining a harem and doing her best to get knocked up. Of course, there was the slight difference in that here, joining a harem was the only real way for her to receive love, intersex companionship, and have the chance to bear children. It was a bit of a mental shift, like realizing we were old enough that when Jacob had told me his wife was pregnant, it was something to be celebrated instead of feared as problematic.

“Thank you…. Sorry, there are still a lot of things I need to change in my head.” I admitted.