The Merciless Alpha(erotica)

Her hand gently caressed my pulsing dick, and I could tell that at least her and Creadean could feel how much I loved her hand on my manhood. It was almost a feedback loop of arousal. I was touching Tavorwen, which made her feel amazing, and that made both of us feel the pleasure, this made her want to pleasure me more, which then in turn increased both of our arousal more.

This minimal foreplay was all it took for Tavorwen to be on the verge of being overwhelmed, potentially orgasmic. She positioned her sexy, wet slit over my cock, guiding me with her hand to her entrance. She eased herself down on my thickness.

While I couldn’t feel exactly what it felt like for her tiny, tight entrance to be stretched by my cock, but I could feel the rippling pleasure as it reverberated through her, mixing and intermingling with the pleasure I felt at the hot, tight, moist massage her intimate parts were performing as my cock slowly speared her vagina.

Now, I’d had sex before. I was no stranger to the sensation of my cock spearing a tight pussy. What I was a stranger too was the building of sensations by my emotions mixing with my lover’s. Not only that I could feel this same reverberation through my bond with my other matrons and their excitement and pleasure bounced back too. Creadean’s pleasure and happiness at the occurrence was the strongest, probably due to her proximity, but all of the matrons were contributing.

Tavorwen pressed herself down, and I felt her hymen stretch on my cock, then burst, and she slid down my length, fully accepting my length into her depths. The ping of pain was nothing in the sea of pleasure, and the inherent pride I felt at taking her virginity drove things higher. Tavorwen began raising herself up my length and plunging back down. She was so tight that were she not so wet, it might have been difficult to engage in our lovemaking, but the resulting sensations were mind blowing for both of us.

I reached up and continued to enjoy the mounds of my matron’s breasts. Each squeeze of the flesh and pinch of her nipples only drove her to ride me faster. The ripples inside her love tunnel drove me crazy. I wanted badly to latch my mouth on her breasts and suck and lick, but she was bouncing far too fast to do that. I could feel my head start to spin from the tsunami of pleasure and amazingness.

Tavorwen pressed on hard. I could tell that she was trying her best to make sure we both climaxed before she ran out of steam. Her breath got more and more ragged as she drove hard on my dick. Sweat dripped down her body and onto my body. Her eyes closed in concentration as she focused on getting the right angle on me to feel the absolute best for both of us.

The sensation was like having speakers too close to a microphone, getting louder and louder until it turned into a screech. Instead however it was pleasure becoming more and more mind blowing until I felt Tavorwen’s mind short circuit in an orgasm, and that made it impossible to hold my own climax. I gripped her hips and pulled her down and thrust my dick up as deep into my matron as I could. My cock spasmed and my sperm shot into her womb. I was seeing stars and could feel my feet and hands tingling. Each time my cock shot a spurt of semen into my first matron to claim my cock, a powerful pulse of pleasure rippled through my bond. Tavorwen collapsed on top of me, spent.

I almost felt bad I hadn’t lasted longer, but as Tavorwen pulled herself from my length and laid next to me, pressing herself into my side, I could feel how tired she was from her exertion riding my rod. Regardless of our lovemaking being short by my standards, the feelings and love we felt in that moment were more than I had ever felt in my life. The sensations echoed through our bond and made the high of our combined climaxes last for minutes as it settled into our very bones.

“Gods… I can’t wait until that’s me.” Creadean groaned jealousy, looking over the battlefield through her viewing crystal.

“Oh, I think you’ll get your chance before long… unless they retrieve us through teleportation.” Tavorwen smiled and declared, breathing raggedly. “It’s a day and a half trek from the eastern edge of the forest back to the city.”

“How would they retrieve us through teleportation?” I mused lazily, happy to be cuddling my new lover.

“Send a mage.” Tavorwen stated as she curled up next to me. “Then the mage would teleport back with us.”

That was a bit of a buzz kill.

“So a mage might show up any second now, finding us naked in a post-sex cuddle?” I asked.

Tavorwen groaned, “Damn it. I don’t want this to end, but… you are right. We should get dressed.”

I kissed her one more time, then felt around for the pieces of my underwear. I pulled them on my legs and tied them on. “That was incredible. Better than anything I had back home.”

Tavorwen smiled, “I pleased you more than one of your… ‘one-night stands’?”

I laughed, “No competition. God, we didn’t even last long, but the feeling of the bond…. Fuck that was fantastic.”

Tavorwen looked at me bewildered, “How long did sex last on your homeworld?”

I shrugged, “Well, quickies could be just a couple of minutes like what we just did, but sometimes we could spend a half-hour to an hour making love.”

The elves exchanged a glance. “God, how could your females keep that up for an hour!?” Tavorwen breathed.Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Oh, we’d take turns. I’d drive part of the time, and she’d drive some of the time. That way it could last until we were both spent.” I told her.

“Your females force the males to do the work?” Tavorwen gasped.

“No, they don’t force us to do the work, they let us do the work. And one of these days I will be the one laying you on your back and trust me, you’re going to love me doing the work.” I informed my matron.

“Oh Gods…” Tavorwen groaned, struggling to rise and begin to dress and tying her underwear up, “How do your females walk after such encounters?”

I grinned, “If done properly, they do so on unsteady legs.” Tavorwen’s shaking legs told me that she had enjoyed it just as much as I had.

Even with my head start and her overwhelming exhaustion, Tavorwen was dressed well before me and helped me finish redressing. She gave me one more kiss, then laid down to look over the battlefield. I smiled at my matrons and settled once again between them.

Looking through the viewing crystal on my scope, I could see that an unfortunate number of fallen wood elves had been gathered. Their magic cloaks, enchanted leather armor jackets and boots were also removed. They were in the process of being spread out for burial. A brown cloaked individual, with a large hound or wolf by her side, walked up to each fallen soldier, then after what appeared to be a prayer, roots emerged from the ground and gently pulled the fallen down to their eternal resting place. The cloaked individual had to rest a minute between each fallen comrade.

The fallen shadow elves were gathered and picked over for magical gear as well. They however were not given a wood elven funeral.

“What do you do with the fallen of the enemy?” I asked.

Creadean answered angrily, “The same they do with our dead when they win. Leave them for the scavengers. Hells, it’s the same honor they give THEIR dead when they win.”

Looking at the dead, there were many wood elves who had fallen before I had arrived. I could account for a goodly number of the fallen shadow elves with the casualties from the wyverns falling among their allies, and the one I had shot. A rough estimate showed me that the shadow elves had been winning with two wood elves falling for each fallen shadow elf. I had evened out the numbers with my intervention, but I could feel the sadness among the wood elves for their fallen sisters.

When the last fallen wood elves had received her funeral rites, the remaining wood elves gathered around the mages, and a teleportation incantation was started.

A blushing she-elf in mages robes appeared nearby. “I… I am here to collect you. General Jakarah wishes to speak with you.” She declared, not looking at either Tavorwen or me.

I felt myself blush as I realized, of course the elves would be watching their summon, their hero from a distant land, using magic. They probably got quiet the show as Tavorwen got exactly what she wanted.

I could see Tavorwen reach the same conclusion and blush, but hold her head high. She was a matron. She had merely done as a matron was supposed to do. It was their fault for watching even once the combat was over. The trembling that still lingered in her body was something to be proud of.

We gathered around the embarrassed mage and she quickly went through the incantation and we teleported once again. The sensation was the same drop of the stomach, then everything just blended together then reformed as one of the tree homes of the elven city.

I recognized our point of arrival as just outside the amphitheater of the Council of Elders. A soldier motioned for us to enter. Tavorwen took my hand and led me into the amphitheater.

The energy in the amphitheater was electric. Prior to this moment, every time I had been in front of them, there had been uncertainty, fear of my inadequacy, and I had not been able to rebuff them. Now, there was admiration and courage in the eyes of the elders.

General Jarakah sat at the right side of Audriul and I realized she had been there before, I just hadn’t know who she was. I looked over the assembled elders. With greater understanding of the elven people I now could categorize these elves. There were roughly thirty-six elders, twenty of which were Matrons, six appeared to be military (probably generals), the remaining ten wore robes of casters.

“Welcome Hero.” Audriul greeted me happily. “Word of your intervention in this latest conflict and the impact it has had on the battlefield has been reported on by our captains. They both had the greatest praise to sing of your efforts.”

There was a hum of whispered conversation between the elders. All judgment was gone from the eyes of the Elders, and admiration replaced it. As the hum around the room died down, I began to wonder if it wasn’t better when they thought I might be worthless. I suddenly had the burden of astronomical expectations placed upon my shoulders. It was as though they expected me to wave my hand and make all their enemies and problems disappear.

“Our hopes have been confirmed.” Audriul glowed as she proclaimed, “Gledril has spoken of our Gods deining to appear and bestow their blessing upon you as your matrons were bonded, and now you have shown us that in battle, our fears that you would be slow to find value were wholly unfounded.”