The Merciless Alpha(erotica)

In my dream, the angel appeared before me. It was strange. Last time I’d been here, I was a spirit, but now I knew I was just here in a dream.

“You desired to speak with me?” The angel greeted me. “I can answer some of your questions, but do not make a habit of this.”

I thought for a moment, “So many questions… The elves want to reproduce with me. Is that okay? Like, they want me knocking up a bunch of their she-elves… I wasn’t terribly religious, but I know most religions back home took issue with having babies with a bunch of women.”

The angel smiled, “The dictates of the Almighty God explain the desired paths for the relationships between his children. Divine law sets forth the benefits and consequences of abusing these relationships. I may make this very simple for you. The Creator has no laws, rules or limitations on your relationships with children of another world, for only when the Gods of such worlds request it and he acquiesces are such relations even possible. This includes procreation, laws of ownership, and interactions that end the life of children of other worlds.”

I was listening very carefully, “Wait, so… I can basically do whatever I want… and God won’t care?”

The angel nodded, “You are not acting among those he created and who are under his care. Once your time in your new world has concluded, you will return to your Creator with the experience gained on your new world and receive the afterlife you earned on the world your Creator placed you on.”

I thought for a second, “So there are no consequences for what I do here?”

The angel shook her head. “The gods of your new world may remove privileges and do all within their significant power to reduce or end your time on your new world early should you decide to live in a manner not conducive with the world on which you reside. Your current patron God, and the God who facilitated your summoning is X’Thallion, the Great Father of the Elven people. He protects you from the will of the other gods. If you wish to live as long as possible on your new world and enjoy the privileges therein, I would advise you to live according to his teachings and the societal expectations of his children.”

That seemed fair.

I sighed, “So… speaking of societal expectations of the elves…. The elves want me to be having babies with elven women.. But Tavorwen said that if a man, er male, dies, and leaves the elven women he’s… well… that he’s been having sex with without another man to satisfy them, it can drive them to end their lives. I’m human, we live a hundred years at most. She said the elves are fertile for almost fifteen hundred years. How can I in good conscience have sex with elven women, knowing that in like fifty years I’m going to pass on and they’ll be left with that?”

The angel laughed, “Mortals make so many assumptions. You assume time will affect you in your new home the way it did on your old world.”

“No need to be confused.” The angel smiled, “There are a number of conditions and the nature of time itself that will lead to your life in your new world lasting far longer, in their time frame, then you would expect in your previous time frame. The seventy years of your old life that you sacrificed will be multiplied nearly a hundred fold. You may engage with the children of X’Thallion without fear. He has appointed his daughters to serve you and bear your offspring, whom you will be able to visit during your afterlife, once your time here has ended. When your time comes, he will care for them in your absence.”

My mind churned to try and figure out which of my questions had been answered and which remained.

“The night draws to an end.” The Angel bid me, “Return and enjoy the time you have been given.”

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I opened my eyes feeling strangely refreshed and invigorated.

I rose and pulled on a set of my new clothes and stepped out of my new bedroom. Tavorwen rose from where she had been seated in the hall outside my door. She wore her new uniform and her weapons were looking clean and ready.

“Good morning, I hope you slept well. I have received instructions from the Council.” Tavorwen greeted me. “After breakfast, we have a few tasks. Once they are completed, we will determine our tasks going forward.”

“Good morning!” I returned her greeting, “I hope you slept as well as I did.”

Tavorwen smiled, “The enchanted beds do make for a good night’s sleep.”Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

I was taken aback, “Enchanted beds? What does the enchantment do?”

Tavorwen laughed, “To make your sleep more restful and rejuvenating.”

I conceded. “That seems pretty reasonable. Do elves just enchant everything?”

Tavorwen looked at me, “Did your people use your science to try to improve everything? My people are the same.”

I almost objected, but then I thought about it, and… yeah. On earth everything was scientifically modified to try to be as good as it could.

We had a simple breakfast of yogurt, oats and the freshest, most perfectly ripe fruit I’d ever had.

“Do all humans where you live eat as much as you?” Tavorwen wondered, having only eaten a small bowl of food.

“I guess so. I mean, I know some eat more, some eat less. I just eat until I am content.” I told her.

Tavorwen looked down, “I’m sorry I did not provide you with more food on our journey from the temple.”

I shrugged, “Don’t worry about it. I am a soldier. I do what needs done and we didn’t have any conflicts during the journey so it wasn’t an issue.”

Tavorwen smiled, “You are kind, Tomas.”

I smiled back. “Alright, so what is our first stop?”

“We meet with Durithana about your weapons.” Tavorwen informed me.

When we left my home tree, it was immediately evident that at least some word about me had spread among the elves. The stares were far less innocent than they had been, each she-elf looking me over from head to toe as though inspecting a meal. Many of these females turned to give me a profile view as they looked me up and down, making me wonder what exactly elven males looked for in a female. I had noted that the breasts, hips and ass grew as an elf bore children, so looking for that was not an issue. All the elven women were almost rail thin before bearing children, so it wasn’t a case of displaying curves. Regardless, I felt less creepy ogling the elven females as they ogled me back.

Tavorwen led me to a great ash tree, and inside Durithana, the smith, sat waiting for us. She looked sweaty and exhausted. On the table in front of her, sat my rifle. I’d gone for a long range sniper. A longer barrel and good rifling would be important if I was going to have power and precision at range. I inspected the rifle. It wasn’t exactly like any sniper from back home, but it was set up exactly how I would have it. The loading lever ran smoother than I’d anticipated for a first time firearm creator. The magazine fit in perfectly and released nicely. There were half a dozen bullets and the casing, in separate pieces on the table, there was no gunpowder to be seen. The scope was exactly as I had ordered, the dials were firm, but smooth and the range finding crosshair and ticks were almost identical to the scope that I’d had on my favorite scope back home.

Durithana had even managed to get the carrying straps I had asked for, so I could shoulder the rifle.

“I used an alloy of Mythril and Adamantine instead of steel for the construction.” Durithana admitted, “It should be stronger and lighter that way.”

The lighter weight would make it easier to carry, but could make the recoil nasty.

“Are we late?” A light voice questioned from the entry to the smithy.

Three she-elves joined us. One had an apron, goggles and a satchel over standard elven-wear. The other two had a book at their waist and staves, like Audriul had carried.

“Let me introduce you to Halivax, Calinar and Pelinatar.” Durithana announced. “Halivax is an alchemist. Calinar and Pelinatar are enchanters.”

The she-elves bowed as they were introduced.

I nodded to each in turn.

“I hear you need an explosive?” Halivax started.

I ran over what was needed for the gunpowder and primer. I started to explain chemical compositions, but Halivax stopped me. “Does the compound matter, or just the results?”

“I suppose just the results, though the compound has been developed to minimize the amount of buildup of the spent compound in the barrel.” I explained.

“That won’t be a problem.” Calinar assured me. “Since we are looking to have the compound generated by short term conjugation, any buildup would fade within moments of burning.”

We got down to discussing what aspects mattered and what didn’t matter when it came to the cartridge and compound. Halivax pulled out a kit and moved to the far side of the room, putting some kind of fume mask over her lower face and pulling goggles down over her eyes.

“Now, do you want your projectiles enhanced at all?” Calinar asked, looking at the fifty caliber slug on the table.

“What all could you do?” I asked.

“I can make it so it flies farther, maintains force better, and increase the odds of it piercing magical protections.” Calinar began, “I could also add elemental energies to the projectiles for enhanced damage.”

“I can see why the augmentation to increase flying distance, maintaining force, and penetrating magical defenses would be useful… but I’m just putting holes in my targets. Why would I need to add elements to my bullets?”

“Well, for example, if you shot a troll, with a projectile without elemental energies, it would simply regrow. Forest trolls require flame to do lasting harm. Swamp trolls require ice energy, mountain trolls require acid, and canyon trolls require sonic energy to be harmed. If you came across a specter, it could allow any of those to pass through it without harm. A projectile cloaked in force energy would be impossible for a specter to ignore.” Calinar explained.

This was a new factor to me. Back home, simply being able to pierce armor was all that was needed. After discussion, I agreed. The bullets would be as fully enchanted as she could make them. Calinar took the bullets and casings and pulled out an etching pen and began marking and chanting over the bullets.

“Now, Durithana says that this… thing… is to help you see far away?” Pelinatar verified, picking up the scope, and peering through it.

“Yes.” And I explained how it worked.

“Very nice… but why not use something like this?” Pelinatar asked, waving a hand over something in her hand, then handing me a small ring with a crystal lens filling it. I held it up to my eye and it felt bizarre, like looking through a scope only the width of a coin from front to back.