The Merciless Alpha(erotica)

Bridges, either rope bridges or constructed from the interwoven branches of the trees, connected the crowns of these massive trees and buildings crafted from the growth of the trees formed the homes of these elves. Hundreds of elves walked these bridges, greeting each other with a dip of their head as they went about their business.

It was strange, being among the elves. There was not a male to be seen. The elves looked eerily similar. Their hair ranged from black to honey brown, their eyes ranged from light green to dark brown, without any signs of blue. Skin colors ranged from ivory to a light tan. All the elves seemed to have high cheekbones, sharply angled chins, and thinner eyes like Tavorwen. Tavorwen’s ears were among the smallest of the elven ears. Where Tavorwen’s ears, while sharply pointed, only stood out a couple of inches, some of these elves’ ears stood out upward of four or five inches. They were angled backward like horns, so they weren’t walking around with elephant ears or anything, but some were unmistakably elves and couldn’t have hidden it if they tried, where I hadn’t initially noticed Tavorwen’s ears.

It seemed elven clothing, or at least wood elven clothing, was designed to be skin tight. It’d thought it odd that Tavorwen’s tunic, shirt and pants were skin-tight, but that just seemed to be how all wood elves dressed. Their small breasts and generally small butts meant that they could wear incredibly tight clothing and still only appear slightly sexualized. Of course, from our discussion earlier, the lack of male elves meant sex appeal was probably less important to the current wood elves, but I found them very appealing regardless.

Almost every elf stared as I walked past. It didn’t help that I was almost a full foot taller than the tallest of the elves, and two feet taller than the shortest. Based on what I could tell, elven heights ranged from just over four feet tall to just over five feet. At my 5′ 11″ I towered over them. All of them were tiny and wiry, and I could see that Tavorwen was indeed one of the most built and hardy of her people.

We approached a tall central tree among the wood elven city. Walking through a break in the wall of branches, we entered what appeared to be an amphitheater, with limbs being weaved into benches and a ceiling of leaf-bearing branches overhead. The center of the arch was dominated by a large section of tree trunk, in front of which was the largest seat in all five layers of seated elves.

Here were elven women with hair lightened by age. Honey brown had faded to golden blonde, and further still faded to white and silver. Some were clearly transitioning from the darker blacks and browns straight to the whites and silvers. Age otherwise seemed absent from all but the oldest of them. Some wore the same skin tight leather on cotton as the standard she-elves wandering the city, but others here wore gowns, robes or dresses.

Also bucking the trend I’d seen, here some of the elven females had curves. Almost half of the assembled she-elves had breasts that ranged from C-cup up to what must have been double Ds. These curvier elves also had wider hips and meatier asses, giving nice waist-to-hip ratios. Drawing attention to these changes from elven norms were their outfits. Nothing about the other elves screamed sex appeal, but these elves flaunted their larger breasts and butts with the dresses and gowns they wore. Their dresses consisted of two pleated strips of fabric that covered each breast and then attacked just above the waist to a tighter skirt to emphasize the waist and hips. I made a mental note to ask Tavorwen about these curvier elves later.

These aged elves sat and stared as I walked in with Tavorwen. Tavorwen led me to the center of the amphitheater’s arch.

The elven female sitting in the largest and most prominent seat, old enough to actually show her age with a few wrinkles on her otherwise still flawless skin, lifted a white-wooden staff.

“Captain Tavorwen, we see you have returned from the Temple of Ages with a summon.” The aged elf welcomed us.

“Yes, most reverent.” Tavorwen acknowledged with a bow, her hand over her heart.

“Welcome, honored guest.” The aged elf greeted me directly, “How may we address you?”

“My name is Thomas Nord. Pleased to make your acquaintance.” I replied.

“You were a hero in your homeland, yes?” The elf asked.

“I was the leader of my squad in the elite special forces. Some would call that a hero. I would say I was a soldier, doing my job.” I replied. I realized my actual rank and title wouldn’t necessarily mean anything.

“We welcome you. I am Audriul. Most senior of the Elders of the High Elves. We welcome you and thank you for answering our summons. Has Captain Tavorwen explained to you the nature of our needs?”

“I believe I have a basic understanding.” I stated, “The Shadow elves have set out for a war of extinction against all the other races of the elves. They caught you unaware and were able to overpower and defeat your armies and the armies of the other elves and are attempting to finish what they started.”

Audriul nodded. “The fine details will surely become more clear with time, but that is a fair base level of understanding.”

Another of the elders stood, “And what skills do you bring to our forces?”

“I will have to work with your smiths to develop the weapons I am familiar with, but then I would say I am highly capable at long range engagement and tactical management.” I explained.

A murmur went through the seated elders. I gathered they weren’t particularly happy about my response.

“Also, as part of my summoning, I was given to understand by the servant of my god who sent me that I would be capable of learning and using your magic.” I explained.

That got a warmer reception.

“You must be weary from your travels. We have prepared a residence for you. We are grateful for your answering our call and hope our allegiance is mutually beneficial.” Audriul declared. “Captain Tavorwen, please show him to the Gold leaf district.”

I tried to mimic Tavorwen’s bow and followed her from the amphitheater.

“I can’t tell if they are happy I am here, or if they are disappointed I am what came.” I muttered once we were out of the room.

“They don’t know yet. Some of the elders thought that attempting a summon was too dangerous and didn’t offer enough benefit. Some will doubt you until you prove your worth exceeds their expectations repeatedly.”

She led me through the streets. It was still strange to have so many eyes on me as I passed by.

My new home was a tree building like all of those I had seen. The leaves reminded me of a Maple tree, though the size was as enormous as the redwood-sized trees around it. A patch of bark concealed the door and once inside it felt cozy and homey. There were at least a dozen bedrooms, including a larger one with a sizable bed, and smaller ones, with multiple smaller beds to each room. There were several storage rooms, a kitchen, a dining room, several restrooms and dedicated bathing rooms. There were no windows, but on a command word that sounded like a spell from the show with the boy wizard (though it was slightly off, ‘Lemius’ instead of whatever the wizard boy used) clusters of stones in mesh baskets would start radiating light brighter than a light bulb. Another command (“Seltin”) extinguished the lights.

A knock on the door ended my tour of my new home and one of the shorter she-elves I’d seen walked in.

“The Counsel has asked me to give you garments more worthy of a summoned hero.” The elf maiden declared with a bow, once again with her hand on her heart.

“Thank you.” I accepted, I hoped with grace.

She came over and removed my shirt, then my pants, and before I realized what was going on, both pieces of my undergarments were on the floor. My face flushed as she gawked openly at my genitals.

“By the father.” The new she-elf breathed, “Such sizable sex organs… I’ll have to make sure to leave space.”

I didn’t think I was particularly big. I was five inches long and while a good thickness when erect, I wasn’t even the thickest as far as cocks went. Tavorwen finally seemed to appreciate my male endowment and this new elf seemed mystified by it.

She took a knotted rope and began to measure my body. She nudged my legs apart to measure around my thighs, lifted my arms and measured at various places in addition to getting the length of my limbs. She measured several places up my torso. She scribbled her measurements on a small scroll she carried that seemed to automatically roll itself into its case once her quill pen finished its writing.

She slipped my undergarments back on, tying them back on and as she went to finish dressing me, I grabbed my temporary garments back.

“I can dress myself. Thank you.” I said, my face flushed from her indiscriminate attentions to my body.

“Forgive me, if I gave offense.” The she-elf apologized. “I will be back this evening for a final fitting.” She bowed again and saw herself out.

“Are all males so well endowed as you where you come from?” Tavorwen asked, covering her smile with her hands.

“Well, honestly, there are men far more well endowed than me.” I admitted, “But I assure you, I am certainly capable of using what God gave me. I could show you if you wanted?” I teased.

Tavorwen’s eyes opened as wide as her thin eyes could, “I-I-I-I…” She stammered. Her hand covering her mouth in shock as opposed to mirth, now. Her face reddened in a clear blush.

I looked at her in confusion.

She swallowed, “I am not worthy to be your matron.” She whispered finally.

I realized the implication of my statement. “I’m so sorry.” I plead, “I didn’t mean… forgive me. Where I come from, men regularly make such offers in jest. Since men and women are present in equal measure, men do all they can to find partners and women are often the gatekeepers of such relationships.”

Tavorwen tried to recover, “Oh… ha ha… I-I see.” She was still blushing like mad.

I pulled my pants on, “So, I take it a casual fling is not a thing among the elves?”All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

Tavorwen shook her head as if to dispel her embarrassment, “A casual… fling?”