The Merciless Alpha(erotica)

“Oh, I love it when they beg.” The mutilated shadow elf grinned. She brought the hook up toward Radrine’s breasts.

“If that touches her flesh, she will be the last being you have your way with.” A cold voice declared from the doorway, making the scared elf stop, the hook close enough that the heat caused Radrine’s flesh to sweat.

The smile melted from the marred face. She screamed in rage and threw the hook into a corner.

“I will bring you more samples to have your way with, Kre’drian.” The imposing shadow elf assured the raging shadow elf, “But this one, I need intact.”

The new shadow elf walked into the room and what light the room had to offer. Her long white hair was crowned with a jagged horned crown. Her shoulders were bare, and a black leather battle corset held her large breasts in place. The corset continued down to where it clasped around her pelvis, leaving holes for her hips that extended a full hand length above her hips. Her boots with a battle spike for stomping on foes and catching in the stirrups of a mounted saddle, reached up her thighs, almost to her hips, leaving a hand’s width gap between her boots and the parts of her corset that covered her sex organs. In her hand she held a mace-like scepter, that swung down by her knees.

Radrine’s pulse fluttered as she realized that the dark elf who had just walked into the room was Kathra, the queen of the shadow elves. The elven queen’s very presence made Radrine’s blood run cold. The cruelty and hatred that exuded from her very being made Radrine dread every click of her steps as the queen drew closer and closer.

“I have a very important task for you.” The queen declared, grabbing a thin blade from a nearby rack, “But first…”

Kathra gripped the blade like a quill, and made five pin-prick cuts, one on each breast, one over each hip and one over her womb.

“No… no… please.. Don’t do this.” Radrine begged, dread filling her being. She had only heard of this in hushed whispers, but it was true.

“Que, van iesoval!” The queen commanded, and a single drop of blood rose from each of the cuts, forming a ball of blood.

“NO!” The Wood elf wailed.

She didn’t know the words as the shadow elf queen began an incantation, invoking her dark mistress. The Blood smoked and turned black. Then Kathra reached out and touched the orb, pushing it forward until the blacked orb touched Radrine’s chest, between her breasts. Kathra’s hand then pushed the orb further. It entered Radrine’s chest as though her skin were water and the orb was a stone. When Kathra’s hand rested on Radrine’s chest, Radrine’s head jerked back as if her hair had been jerked. The drops of blood forming on the cuts Kathra had made seemed to boil, then turn black like a scab, then like dust in the wind, they blew away leaving perfect whole skin behind as though the cuts had never been there. A pained shriek tore out of Radrine’s throat and tears ran down her cheeks. Her limbs jerked and twisted, her veins standing out and pulsing as her light flesh paled. Then with a flare, a white sigil ring appeared on her neck, and the wood elf fell limp in the chains sobbing uncontrollably.

A faint sigil on the back of Kathra’s left hand flared, the lines thickening as another slave joined her services.

“That’s better.” Kathra smiled cruelly.

Radrine’s back arched in pain and she screamed again.

“Be silent.” Kathra commanded and Radrine’s mouth clamped shut, though her body still twisted in agony.

It was as if there were red hot nails being driven into every single muscle of her body. The sigil felt like blades in her neck, as it slowly rotated around the skin of the base of her neck.

“Won’t the sigil give her away?” Gla’dri murmured, looking over the form of the writhing elf as he walked into the room.

“Her cloak will cover it. You did tell the shadow claws to keep her equipment, didn’t you?” Kathra dismissed, allowing the wood elf to collapse in her shackles.

“Tell me all you know of the summon.” Kathra demanded.

Radrine tried to resist, but her mouth moved on its own, her voice extracted unwillingly from her throat.

“The summon is a male. Taller and stronger than an elf with strange magic. I’ve never seen him myself, but I understand he has already been given several matrons.” Radrine’s voice was hollow and dead sounding.

“A MALE?!” Kathra screamed, “A worthless male is causing such disruption to my carefully laid plans?!”

Kathat whirled, the maimed shadow elf and Gla’dri cowered and her eyes settled on a barrel.

Kathra screamed a word, pointing at the barrel before clenching her fist in a swift motion and the barrel was crushed in as if by an invisible fist.

Kathta panted for a second.

“What else do you know?” Kathra demanded of the slave behind her back.

“Nothing… I haven’t been back to the city since he arrived.” Radrine admitted, fearfully.

“Very well, worthless wench.” Kathra declared, flicking her wrist at the torturer who limped over and released the shackles, dropping the enslaved wood elf to her knees. “Time for your instructions. Your short life will serve me well.”

Tears ran silently down Radrine’s face as Kathra turned to her with a cruel grin.

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As the wood elves finished clearing up the results of the battle, Creadean turned to me with a grin. I could feel her arousal skyrocket.

“Last time, Tavorwen got to enjoy the exuberance of victory. This time, the celebrations will be mine.” Creadean declared, undoing her cloak and sitting up.

Tavorwen smiled and took my rifle, and I looked over to thank her. By the time I looked back Creadean was laying out her cloak, naked, and I was amazed again at how fast elven hands could move when they wanted to.

Creadean looked back at me, as Tavorwen started rapidly removing my clothing, piling them next to my rifle. I let her wrest my pants and undergarments from me, and my gaze wandered the sensuous wonderland of Creadean’s body.

“How would my master desire my maidenhood?” Creadean purred, “Would you desire to take me like a female from your homeland, or shall I show higher myself to you as an elf does?”

She leaned back on her cloak, spread like a mattress underneath her, her legs spreading as she noticed my eyes caressing her every curve. The folds of her womanhood glistened as she was getting crazily turned on by what she had seen her sister matrons enjoy, but now it was finally her turn.

I could feel my own arousal burning in me. The adrenaline of combat translating into the rush of our impending sex.

“I’m going to take you and give you feelings you will never forget.” I told her hungrily and joined her on her cloak, my hand sliding along her neck until it slid into the crease where her chin met her neck. I pulled her to me and kissed her gently. Creadean pushed into me, craving the passion.

I bore her to her cloak, my free hand finding and squeezing the supple flesh of her small breasts. My tongue slipped into her mouth and her tongue responded enthusiastically. I teased the tiny bud of her nipple, making her moan into our kiss. I released her neck, bringing both hands to her breasts. I could feel how much she loved me playing with her breasts. Her back arched, pressing her breasts into my hands.

I released her mouth and lowered my tongue to lick the sensitive bud of her nipples.

“Oh gods!” Creadean groaned. “I never thought s male’s touch could feel so… wonderful. Don’t stop.”

Not wanting to disobey, but desperately wanting to move onward to, I took her breast in my mouth, freeing my hand to trail down to her yearning maiden slit.Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Oh, by all nine Heavens… Master! I need you to take me.” Creadean begged, grinding her crotch into my hand. “I didn’t think anything could be better than your love on my breasts, but my womb craves you!”

I moved between her legs, and seeing me preparing to give her what she wanted, she held her legs out of my way, bringing her knees by her shoulders as she anxiously watched as I brought my cock to her slippery slit.

I wanted to make her cum, rock her with orgasms, but the difference between making love to a woman and an elf was still something I was learning. I put my left thumb on her clitoris, beginning to rub and grind her orgasm button as I slipped my dome between her labia. Her love tunnel stretched, massaging my head and, god, was she tight.

“Oh, Thomas… This stretch… oh, give me more.” Creadean moaned.

Oh fuck. I loved elven pussy wrapped around my dick. The silky smoothness so fucking tight that it was an amazing warm embrace even just barely inside her. It was so good that even

My dick pressed deeper into her, finding her hymen.

“Don’t stop!” Creadean begged, pulling at my hips. “I want every notch deep inside me.”

I pressed forward, her hymen offered little resistance, popping with the slightest pressure. I could hardly detect the blip of pain she felt, her desire to be fucked and filled with my cum making everything else meaningless.

Encouraged by how easily Creadean took being deflowered, I pushed deeper, my manhood splitting her maidenhood wide open until my head kissed her cervix. The feeling was divine, a bliss I could explain no other way. It was like every crease of her vagina perfectly found each nerve and pleasure sensor on my cock as I slid into her depths.

“I feel you… touching my womb… so deep… oh… Master.” Her body was tending up from the sensation of my dick fucking her depths mixed with my thumb working her clit.

As I started pumping her hungry slit, her body released in a wave of pleasure, rippling through her and making her already vise like pussy ripple and clamp on my length as it slipped in and out of her tight silky love tunnel.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!” Creadean moaned, her back arching and her face pointing away from the rod pounding her depths. She quivered and twitched as I continued my assault on her sex.

I discovered then that Creadean was apparently the best of my matrons at keeping her emotions from me. So enthralled had I been in the sensation of her sight, fantastic sex rippling and massaging my dick that I didn’t even notice the lack of the resonance of emotions present when I had made love to my other matrons. Now however, with her mind blown by sensations her guard dropped and the sensations exploded into my brain. A tidal wave of joy, bliss, and so much fucking arousal it filled me making my brain and echoing like a gong in a canyon.

Tavorwon moaned, behind me as the emotions blew through me and then down the connections to my other matrons, Tavorwen getting the brunt of it.

Creadean couldn’t arch her back any more, but drove herself down on my cock. It wouldn’t have taken me long before my balls refused to be denied, but that pushed me over the edge. I took hold of her hips, helping press her down on me as I pushed deep into her. My dick mashed against her cervix as I came, a stream of my sperm laden semen pouring straight into her waiting womb. Two… Three… Four… Five times I painted her uterus with my fertile seed, as Creadean just moaned in incoherent bliss.