The Merciless Alpha(erotica)

“Now to build your household.” Gledril instructed, directing me to the larger group of she-elves.

I had struggled to select the second maiden to join Tavorwen as my matron, but now I had to choose four more. The amount of beauty before me made the decision so hard.

“Maidens, please ensure there is space for Master Thomas to walk among you.” Gledril instructed and the maidens stepped to ensure there was space to walk among them and see any side of each of each maiden.

I stepped forward with a deep breath. One really nice aspect of these elves dressing to impress was that instead of cloaks hiding many of their traits and body forms, instead the dresses emphasized what pleasurable options their bodies offered. They were all so appealing, just going off of looks it was so hard to choose.

My gut had helped me find Tavorwen and Creadean, so I decided to trust my instincts again. I found myself drawn first to one of only two red-headed elves with brown eyes. She wore a green dress, embroidered with autumn leaves and a deep sweeping neckline that showed the inside of her cleavage. Her sleeveless arms were fully exposed and her dress had a slit most of the way up her hip. I wasn’t sure what exactly drew me to her, since none of those aspects of her dress were exclusive to her. There were dresses that showed more cleavage, higher slits, and more skin showing, but it felt just right.

“What is your name?” I inquired, approaching her.

“Diamiutar, Master.” She breathed hopefully.

Man, I could get used to being called ‘Master’. The maiden just felt perfect, so I retrieved a bracelet from my wrist.

“Diamiutar, would you accept a position as my matron?” I offered, holding out the bracelet.

Diamiutar was too happy to speak, but happily nodded and held out her hand for the bracelet. I slipped the bracelet on her delicate wrist and she hugged me happily, and then went to join my other chosen maidens. The two maidens greeted her excitedly and the look on their faces said they approved of my decision. As the three clustered together I noticed a feeling, like a cluster of thin threads of emotion, tying me to the three women. The threads weren’t something visible or physical, but something ephemeral and immaterial binding me already to the women I had chosen.

I turned back to the crowd of hopeful maiden and noticed that other such threads existed. With some concentration, I was able to pick one and follow it, though initially I walked past the elf it led to, I noticed it and circled back. The black-haired she-elf wore a vibrant blue dress with stary lace and embroidered moons. Her neckline was high, but her dress opened up under her bust to show the smooth ivory skin that gracefully led from the gentle slope away from her ribs down to her graceful hips, cloaked in a skirt of many ribbons of silk that cloaked her legs, allowing tantalizing and teasing glimpses until they were anchored on silver anklets. She stood shyly but with great anticipation.

“May I have the pleasure of knowing your name?” I asked as the desperately optimistic maiden.

“Lymarith, Master.” She declared with unrestrained joy in her voice though her head was downcast in humility and shyness. Her light green eyes shined with hope.

“Lymarith, I believe you are meant to be one of my matrons, if you’ll have me?” I declared my intentions and offered her one of the bracelets, which she held out her hand with a timid smile.

Once her bracelet was affixed to her wrist, she pranced over to the other chosen maidens. The feeling of the threads of fate, destiny, or whatever have you, leading to my growing household filled me with assurance and confidence. I had no idea what was going on with these threads, but Tavorwen’s approval of my choices so far was evidence enough for me.

I stared at the remaining assembled maidens trying to follow another one of these threads. They were so hard to follow, but if I paid close attention to my feelings, I could get a general direction. I walked through the fields of loveliness, unsure what I was looking for.

Then my eyes rested on the most graceful looking elf I had yet to see. She wore a creamy yellow dress, sewn with embroidered suns and daffodils. Her honey hair matched her dress perfectly. Her light brown eyes were magical with her hair and accentuating dress. The full, transparent, lace sleeves and full ball gown skirts made her look noble and delicate at the same time. Her warmth and happiness upon meeting my gaze melted my heart. I believe we both knew at that moment she would be next to be chosen.

I walked up to her, already grabbing my second to last bracelet.

“My name is Heilantu, Master. Thank you so much for this honor.” She thanked me with a bow as I placed the band on her wrist.Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

She elegantly floated to the other chosen maidens to celebrate, strengthening my connection to the group. The pleasure the group took in her presence confirmed to me that I had made a good choice. The eyes of my chosen maidens rested on me as I prepared to select the final maiden for this round who would join my household.

I tried to find the last thread of fate, far less noticeable than the cord of five threads all clumped together. It was the weakest and hardest yet to feel.

I gazed on beautiful elf after beautiful elf as I followed the faintest whispers of the thread. It was like trying to chase a spiderweb in the wind. Elven maidens watched with hope and anxiety as I walked among them. It seemed to lead toward the back corner.

Finally, in the very corner I found her.

Forlorn and disappointed, her head hung as she had clearly given up. The lavender dress hung beautifully on her tender frame, matching ribbons holding up the buns in her black hair. Her bare backed dress had two front sections that covered her breasts then looped up behind her neck to tie. The skirts, then clung to her legs down to her knees where a slit on each side freed her legs, and showed her elegant heeled sandals.

She didn’t even look up until she saw my boots as I stepped up to the fair maiden who was the final treasure at the end of my thread of destiny.

Her head rose, her eyes wide in shock. Her eyes were a hazel mix of green flecked with brown, like a forest dancing in her eyes. She gasped audibly as she met my gaze.

“Master, no… I’m not…” She pleaded.

“What is your name, beautiful?” I rebuffed her objections.

“Narusil.” She conceded, “But I don’t have skill that will make me a good matron. You should pick a maiden more worthy.” She told me and hung her head again. “I shouldn’t have come.”

“I don’t know about that.” I told her, “All I know is I’m trusting my gut on this, and it says you should be my last matron tonight.”

“But I told you, I don’t have matronly skills. I can’t cook. I can’t sew, or mend. I am terrible with healing magics. And my enchanting skills are horrible. You should pick someone else.” Narusil repeated.

“As I understand it, I will have plenty of matrons to do those things.” I informed her, “Something tells me that you will be an excellent addition to my household and I want you.”

Narusil looked away, “I won’t deny I want it. I want dearly to say yes, but I don’t believe I have anything to offer you.”

I took her hand and gently slid the final bracelet onto Narusil’s wrist. I took her hand and calmly led her through the assembled maidens to my chosen household.

I had been worried I would be disappointing far more maidens than I had pleased, but the she-elves seemed surprisingly content despite being passed over. We emerged from the crowd and started to where my new household was gathered by the entrance of the grand hallway of the hanging gardens.

“It’s too early for them to give up yet.” Narusil stated calmly.

“What?” I jumped a bit, not expecting her statement.

“The maidens you didn’t pick. They won’t give up yet. It’s far too early.” Narusil explained matter of factly, “The Elders set the expectation that your household will be quiet large. Normally, a Master picks out about a third of his final household in his first congress of maidens. So, all these sisters will hold out hope for another two congresses. Rumor says you may be capable of more than that, but anything beyond your third congress will be surprising to most of them.”

Tavorwen seemed surprised by my final selection, but they were all happy, and even Narusil started smiling as it became clear she was, in fact, being accepted by the other she-elves.

Gledril smiled, looking over the assembled maidens. “Very well, it’s time for Master Thomas to speak with each of you before determining his head of the household matrons and head of the battle matrons. Battle matron selection should go more quickly, so let’s start there.”

She led me to a small chamber within the exterior wood of the tree, and opened a door that had been placed to make it a room.

Tavorwen and Creadean shared a glance.

“This ought to be quick. I’ll go first.” Creadean declared.

Gldril nodded, and opened the door, motioning for us to enter. I heard her dismissing the unselected maidens and encouraging them to maintain themselves and prepare for when next I would be seeking matrons as Creadean and I walked into the interviewing chamber.

Inside was a small table with a few chairs. I sat, but Creadean just stood inside the door.

“If you don’t choose Tavorwen to be your head battle matron, you are a fool.” Creadean declared. “She is young, but has still done the work and taken multiple leadership roles. She has experience and skill beyond her years. I am a loner. I can follow you into battle, but I’m no leader. Ordering people around, trying to figure out how to deploy troops… I would be wasted in the roll and wouldn’t do it well.”

That seemed straight forward.

“Your choices have been incredible. I look forward to seeing which other sisters join our squad, but thus far, you have made incredible choices… Not sure about Narusil, but the rest are considered prime matron candidates. I would question Narusil’s selection but the other choices were so well done, and everyone saw how you walked straight to each of your household matrons… You were being guided and we all knew it.” Creadean noted, “It will be interesting to see how things go in the coming days.”

“Thank you.” I graciously accepted her statements. “Is there anything else you’d like to add?”

Creadean shook her head. “No. I’ve told you my piece, and the decision is yours.”

“Alright then. You are dismissed. Please send in Tavorwen.” I acknowledged.

Creadean nodded and stepped out. A moment later, the white clad Tavorwen entered.

Tavorwen blushed, once the door was closed, “I still can’t believe you chose me.”

I smiled, “Like there was another choice. Now, Creadean thinks you should be the Head Battle Matron, what do you think?”