The Merciless Alpha(erotica)

“So, now I get to be guilty that I condemned an entire population to death if I don’t accept?” I snapped, “Some choice that is.”

The angel shook her head. “This is not a problem of your making. There is no guilt on your part. A man of your skills could solve many problems, but the problems are not yours to solve. You may be at peace regardless of your decisions.”Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

I thought, “The people I’d be fighting against… Are they good people too?”

The angel contemplated for a minute. “No society is perfect, but many of the hallmarks you would consider evil are present in their society. They accept the concepts of slavery, racial genocide, humanoid sacrifice, indentured servitude enforced through usury. Their society is separated by sex and class with one sex oppressing the other, even as the society is separated into oppressive classes where those in the top classes use and abuse those in lower classes. Class mobility is difficult when attempting to improve your station, and upper classes often punish the lower classes by lowering their social standing further. So while there may be those who you would consider to be ‘good’ among them, they would be rare.”

I contemplated for a minute, “I always wished I had a partner like Jacob did, a woman I could spend time with, make love to, maybe have kids… would that be possible in this second life?”

The angel smiled, “You will find meeting a member of the opposite sex you enjoy spending time with would not be hard. Nor would it be hard to find lovers. And I think you will find having children a realistic possibility.”

Well, that pretty much covered my bases.

“So, will I start with a clean slate in this new world? Have to learn everything all over again?” I asked, I’d made my decision, but it would be nice to know before going.

“That would render you far less useful to your summoners.” The angel explained, shaking her head.

“And this magic they use, will it be hard to learn?” I wondered.

“You are blessed with the traits that could lead you to being extremely competent in their mystic arts.” She explained.

I had a thought, “The people aren’t like… green aliens with antennas, right?”

The angel openly laughed, “No, no. You will find them to be similar, and in fact, quiet compatible, to you.”

“Alright, then. Let’s do it. I accept the offer.” I declared.

“Your remaining time will then be lived out on the world of Elendel.” The Angel declared, “Be aware that time is different in different dimensions and when your time has come, you shall return without pain or suffering. This does not grant you immortality, and you may forfeit your time by making foolish decisions. Make wise choices and enjoy your time among your new people.”

Before I could ask further questions I fell to the floor, my feet touching what felt like granite tile on my bare feet. From the bottom of my feet, my flesh returned, unblemished with my scars and sores gone. I stood staring in wonder at my body until I realized I was standing naked in front of a female appearing angel. I looked up at her as I went to cover my manhood.

“Good luck.” The angel bid me, then I was jerked to the center of the room and down into the pool.

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“Hero from another land, I summon thee!” A high feminine voice called and I felt myself pulled by a feeling like an invisible hook behind my navel as a pinprick of light grew rapidly to a blinding light. The first thing I felt was the cold air on my naked body, then my feet touched the smooth stone floor and I fell to one knee catching myself with my hand.

Oh god. I thought, I did a fucking superhero landing.

I stood up, looking around. It was dark, wherever I was. Torches hung from eight stone pillars around the room. The stone floor was rough and uneven. It looked like some sort of temple, though it wasn’t well cared for.

Then I saw my summoner.

She, and it was definitely a she, stood before me, wide-eyed and cute. She was short, barely five feet tall, if that. Her dark brown hair fell smoothly over her shoulders. Her face was cute, her eyes were almond shaped but a piercing green, sitting above her high cheekbones, and angular face that led to an acute angled chin. Her skin was fair, and her neck looked thin and delicate as did most of her features. She wore what looked like a heavy cloak of some kind, with a hood over her head, on top of a tight leather tunic and what looked like a cotton shirt. Her leather pants hugged her legs and her boots came up almost to her knees. A sword of all things hung on a belt around her waist, and it looked like she had a quiver of arrows on one shoulder and a strung bow in her hand.

Having just been told finding a lover wouldn’t be hard, I couldn’t help but admire her feminine qualities. Her breasts weren’t that big, but I’d never been one for double D knockers. Her curves were nice and her thigh gap drew my eyes to her crotch. Overall, she was gorgeous, and absolutely appealing. I hoped that my cock could take a chill pill, seeing how I was just dead moments ago, and I really didn’t want an erection to be the first thing my summoner saw. Regardless, if this was the angel’s way of showing me a potential lover, I wasn’t going to complain.

Damn, I thought, not bad.

For the first woman I’d seen here, she was a nice specimen.

It was at that precise moment, as that thought went through my head that I realized I was naked.

“It worked,” the woman breathed, “I can hardly believe it worked. Quickly, you must come with me.”

Well, the angel had said that the people I would be sent to would be good and in need of my help. She seemed urgent and if this was a warzone it would make sense we’d need to move fast.

I followed as she turned and ran.

“Not to be insensitive, but uh, is there any chance I could get some clothing somewhere… Hopefully, soon.” I asked.

“I’m sorry, we must get outside and around the hill to where we will have cover before we can stop.” She lamented as she led me through winding hallways, already breathing hard.

Luckily, my time with the special forces had left me with enough calluses on my feet, and the grass once we got outside was soft enough, we got around the ridge with relative ease.

“Get down!” The woman ordered.

Like a good soldier, I dove into the ravine as the sound of approaching hoofbeats sounded from the road.

The woman pulled up a pack and pulled out garments.

The underwear was weird, consisting of two overlapping pieces that tied together, but I figured it out quickly enough. The pants and shirts were baggy, which made sense as this woman had no apparent way of knowing what my measurements would be, and using ties to hold in place meant I could tie them a little tighter and make them fit. The socks were pure cotton, not particularly elastic, but worked fairly well. The boots were leather, but strangely once I put them on they almost seemed to shrink to fit my feet. They were probably the most comfortable boots I had ever worn, with good grip and seemed to be almost soundless as I stepped.

“It will have to work for now.” She declared.

The sound of hoofbeats finally passed, it must have been at least a hundred horses.

She peered over the edge of our small gully, “Good, they’re gone. We make for the trees.”

I followed my female companion up out of the gully and away from the road toward the treeline.

“Who was that?” I asked.

“Soldiers of Kathra. They sought to stop the summoning, but I was able to arrive in time before them.” She explained as we slipped in among the trees.

Kartha, got it. Those would be the ‘bad guys’ the angel had mentioned. My warrior blood began to pump. It was kind of exhilarating. Death wasn’t even a fear anymore. I’d died once. And I knew it wasn’t anything to be afraid of, though looking at the figure of my female companion I had some good reasons to stick around as long as possible.

We trekked for hours, cutting through the wilderness and over a mountain. The terrain was rough, and my companion was struggling. Looking at the mountains the rough terrain would prevent moving a large army, especially with any speed. Especially on horseback. You would maim half your horses with the terrain.

“You have endurance, hero.” My companion huffed, taking a break.

“Call me, Thomas.” I told her.

“Tomas.” She repeated.

“Thomas.” I reiterated. She’d get it eventually.

“You may call me Tavorwen.” She returned with a smile, and she lowered her hood.

Her ears stood out from her head, almost two inches out and came to pointed tips. They were long, thin and delicate looking, and one of her ears had a slight notch scared into the flesh near the tip.

I gaped. “You’re an elf?”

She looked at me confused, “Have you never seen an elf before?”

I almost said, “I watched a movie with elves once.” But thought better of it, those were actors portraying elves. They probably weren’t the same thing as the elves from the books or movies, heck, even the elves from the books and movies I’d had minimal contact with weren’t always the same.

Instead, I explained, “No, where I come from there are only humans… Are… are there humans here?”

Tavorwen shrugged, “There is a nation far to the south that has humans, but there is much of our world we do not know.”

Okay, world exploration is still a thing here. Humans exist but are a distant thing. I was learning a lot about my new home.

“Also, um… how do I say this? Magic is not a thing where I come from. The closest we get is sleight of hand and smoke and mirrors.” I informed the she-elf.

“No magic? No magic at all?” It was Tavorwen’s turn to gape. “How do you survive?”

“Science and Technology.” I told her.

She stared at me blankly.

“You… You don’t do science and technology here?” I asked.

“What do you mean?” She wondered.

“I guess that answers that.” I grunted.

Tavorwen rose, “We need to keep moving.”

In all fairness, it was a hard trek over the mountain, but my fitness and endurance seemed to have stuck with me through my… death.

Tavorwen looked at me with admiration after her fifth rest stop, “You just don’t stop, do you Tomas?”

I shrugged, “I’m not sure what you mean.”

Tavorwen shook her head, “You hardly rest at all, but you just keep going. Do all men where you come from have such endurance?”

I laughed, “Well, I was a soldier, so I’m in pretty good condition. Less well conditioned men might have to rest more.”

She tried not to look at me, but I caught her side-eyeing me as she caught her breath.