The Merciless Alpha(erotica)

Tavorwen’s brow furrowed, “What do you mean, masterbate?”

I laughed awkwardly, “Um… it’s using your hand to stimulate yourself until you climax. Do elves not do that?”

Tavorwen’s face clouded, “I’ve not heard of my sister elves doing that… What do you do with the semen when you masterbate?”

I shrugged, “Well, back home, we’d just toss it. Get rid of it.”

Tavorwen was aghast. “You’d waste such a precious resource?”

I shrugged, “It is so common back home, that it is hardly precious.”

Tavorwen seemed even more disturbed. “Forgive me, I must speak with the Elders again.” And she rose, stepping toward the door.

I started to rise, but Tavorwen held out a hand. “I think this will go better without your presence.”

I wanted to press, make sure I was a part of any discussions about this, but I decided to trust her. Tavorwen had not led me astray yet… that I knew of. The angel had said they’d be good people. If they weren’t my afterlife would be meaningless, but thus far, everything had been how the angel had declared.

I nodded to Tavorwen and sank back into my seat.

Tavorwen strode through the door with purpose and haste.

For the first time since I’d taken the rocket for Jacob, I was alone.

The impact of everything that had happened seemed to loom over me. I’d died, been summoned to a new world full of strange people, magic, and dangers. It was crazy, it was insane! How was I supposed to….

Just when I was about to get overwhelmed the strangest thing happened.

A calming sensation like water flowed over me, starting at the tip of my head and soothing me until it reached the souls of my feet.

“Peace, hero.” The familiar voice of the angel echoed in my head. “All will be well.”

I found it impossible to worry. The concerns of my past were irrelevant. The dangers and adaptation of the world were things that now seemed simply challenges to overcome.

I found myself to be hungry. I realized I knew nothing about my new home. I explored and found my new home’s kitchen. It appeared that there were two different types of cooking setup. There was another fireplace with a cookpot, somehow still grown into the tree the house was made of. Then there was a smaller wooden stove with what appeared to be a cooktop. All of it was made of the same wood the tree was grown from. I wondered if the tree itself was not flammable, or if somehow these places for cooking were simply not flammable, or if it was fire protected, like maybe magic? Also, I didn’t see any fuel for burning to cook with.Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

There were cabinets with meats, butters, breads, fruits and vegetables. I found milk, eggs, cheeses and other base ingredients. I was concerned as there was nothing like a fridge. The food was all lukewarm.

As I finished exploring the kitchen, I heard the door open.

Returning to the entrance and sitting room, Tavorwen was back and with her were three of the elders. Audriul, the most senior of the Elders, and two of the larger breasted and wider hipped she-elves. All eyes locked on me.

Audriul opened her mouth, but one of the larger breasted she-elves beat her to be the first to speak.

“Is what Captain Treestrider says true?” The elven woman demanded, “Are you capable of inseminating multiple she-elves each day?”

Audriul closed her mouth, clearly not loving the way this was going. “Elder Matron, calm yourself.”

I realized in an instant what these two women had in common. They were matrons who had lived long enough to become elders. The larger breasts and wider hips were due to years of child bearing and rearing. The Elder Matrons dressed to be proud of the work they had done, bearing the next generation of wood elves.

The she-elf glared at the senior Elder, then turned back to me, “Matters regarding matrons fall under the authority of the elder matrons, sister Audriul.”

Audriul’s lips tightened in anger, but she said nothing.

I gaped at this first confrontation between Elders, then remembered that I had been asked a question.

“Well, yes, I can ejaculate multiple times per day, That’s not even a difficult thing for me.” I informed the gathered women.

The third she-elf looked me over from head to toe again, excited and hopeful.

“And you claim you were informed as part of your summoning that you would be compatible with us, reproductively?” The Elder Matron pressed again.

I nodded, “That was my understanding.”

“Sister, there’s an easy way to check.” The third she-elf murmured.

“I know, Gledril, but he doesn’t have any matrons to help us obtain a sample of his seed to test.” The Elder Matron grumbled.

“He said he is familiar with a process by which he extracts semen from his own body.” Tavorwen volunteered.

I felt myself blush at the thought of jacking off in front of these four women.

Gledril looked at me curiously, “Is this true?”

“Yeah, it wouldn’t be the first time I jack off…” I trailed off, wondering legitimately if this might actually be the last. Sounded like the elves might very much make that a less appealing option moving forward.

“Please, supply us with a sample of your seed.” The Elder Matron requested.

I really hoped the audience wouldn’t give me performance anxiety. I started to loosen my pants, and sighed, “Alright, where do you want it? A bowl? A cup?”

Gledril smiled, “We can catch it, just worry about supplying it.”

I sat in one of the chairs and started rubbing my still limp cock.

“He is well endowed, sister.” The Elder Matron breathed.

“How large was your Master, Zu’thara?” Gledril asked the Elder Matron.

Zu’thara stared at my rod, “Not that big.”

The talk was encouraging, but I was still struggling to get erect with four pairs of female eyes judging me.

“Are you struggling?” Audriul asked, noticing the expression of mild frustration on my face.

“I’m… not used to having an audience, and… honestly most of the time I did this while looking at nude females back home, so it might take me a minute.” I explained, rubbing myself and trying to get erect.

“We can supply the nude females. Sisters…” Audriul turned to the women and to my shock she and the elder Matrons began to disrobe. Tavorwen hesitated but a glare from the Senior Elder made her move to obey, blushing bright red.

The Elder Matrons simply shrugged the fabric of their dresses from their shoulders, bringing their endowed breasts into view, then shimmied out of the skirt before untying their undergarments and then were naked. Audriul had the hardest work to strip, but seemed to have no qualms about doing so. Tavorwen kept blushing brighter and brighter, but her clothes formed a pile at her feet in short order.

It was interesting to realize bras were not worn by any of the she-elves. I’d never noticed with Tavorwen, probably because her leather armor concealed her breasts, but I’d be enjoying looking at the free and mobile bosoms of the females surrounding me going forward.

I knew that the age difference was staggering between Tavorwen and Audriul, but apparently aging was something elves took as a suggestion rather than a mandate. I’d seen women back home in their late twenties who’s age affected their body more than the thousands of years that these elves had. Audriul’s breasts had the same perkiness as the much younger Tavorwen’s breasts. Both elven females had fine, delicate looking mounts with tiny pert nipples with small areolas. Even the retired matron’s breasts were firm and spry despite their age, and based on their nipples large erect nipples in the middle of similarly large areolas, the matrons were turned on. Body hair seemed to naturally be a thing the elven females lacked. Not a pubic hair to be seen.

The elven females, worthy of the title of elven beauties, were definitely appealing. I found my eyes drawn to Tavorwen’s lithe and sensuous body. Her thin legs meant despite her thinner hips that I could see the beginning of the folds of her vagina, which looked very much like that of the human women I had fucked. Her almost timid shyness about her body made me want her, even next to the shameless and fearless curvier elder matrons next to her. Audriul’s body was nice too, but something about her attitude and bearing made her less appealing. Gledril almost seemed to be flirting with me, shifting and twisting to try to draw my eye. Zu’thara was all business, I had said I needed naked females, and therefore she was supplying herself as a naked female.

I couldn’t have avoided an erection with the four naked she-elves in front of me if I tried. My member hardened and grew to its full length, making the four she-elves gasp.

“It wasn’t even erect?” Zu’thara gasped.

Gledril stared with longing, “If only I were a thousand years younger….”

I started rubbing one out. I felt kind of pervy learing at the naked leaders of the wood elves and the she-elf that had served as my guide. The appeal of the she-elves made it a short process before I leaned back and groaned as my cock spasmed then shot several spurts of semen into the air.

“Que van iesoval!” Zu’thara intoned, raising her hand in swirling motion as her fingers wove signs and one hand reached out as if to catch my sperm, but from too far away.

My semen floated and formed a ball of white liquid, like what you see when astronauts have drinks in space. The ball of sperm floated and moved as directed by Zu’thara’s hand.