A Sex Slave To Alien Masters (Erotica)

“I’m jealous,” Janette said from inside the tent as she peeked out from between the folds of the entrance.

Algra grunted curiously from where she laid naked on the furs of their bed and lifted her gaze to glance up at the girl. It was a pleasing sight to see Janette bent over slightly to sneak a look out into the camp to spy on whomever was out there. She was wearing a thin veil covering over her legs. It was sheer enough that Algra could make out the smooth muscles of those supple thighs and calves along with the delightful twin curves of her peachy rump.

“Gregory is out there!” Janette turned to Algra and whispered loudly enough that she could be easily heard across the large pavilion.

“He has returned?” Algra tilted her head, lifting herself up from the bed slightly.

“Yes, and he’s out there nailing Valise to the furniture!” Janette resumed her peeking.

Algra suppressed a smile and watched as the feisty redhead’s bum wiggled intensely.

“It is his right,” Algra noted.

“Yeah, but don’t you think he should be in here nailing one of us to the furniture?” Janette looked up from her spy-hole with a note of worry in her expression.

“You should ask.”

“What?”

“He is yours. He must keep you happy. If you want him, ask to be claimed.”

“You want me to go out there, pat him on the shoulder and say: ‘Scuse me, but could you put her down for a second and pin me up there instead?”

Algra shrugged noncommittally.

“How can you be so calm about it? Doesn’t it ever get to you a little?” Janette asked, finally stepping away from the canopy to stride over to where Algra laid upon the bed.

“What?” The orc reached out for the approaching human girl and fondly pulled her onto the bed with her.

“That he’s with others?” Janette slipped into the bed alongside the emerald skinned warrior.

“No. I asked for his body. He gave it. I asked for his love. He gave it. I asked for him. He gave himself.” Algra shrugged again and reached out to comfortingly run her hand over the curve of Janette’s hip.

“Well I’m pretty sure Valise is loaning him out pretty well right about now.” Janette glanced back to the entrance of the tent.

Algra paused to consider her answer to this. It truly did not bother her that Gregory was currently pleasuring another woman only a few yards away from where she laid. There was a part of him that was hers and hers alone, that no one could ever take. That was enough for her, for it was not a good thing to ever think you had the whole of someone to keep for yourself. It was… greedy.

“You make him happy,” Algra finally said.

“Yeah, well again I think you’ll find he’s happy enough without me right at the minute.” Janette pouted her lower lip.

“No.” Algra firmly disagreed, shaking her head. “Valise make him wise. I make him strong. Your friends make him laugh. You make him happy.”

Janette turned her gaze back upon Algra again and looked at the orc curiously. It was clear that she didn’t quite have the words to eloquently say what she meant, but the meaning came across regardless.

“You make him happy too,” Janette said.

“He look at me and want me. It is good. He respect me. It is also good. He love me. It is very good. He look at you and his eyes find new light. Do not fear where he puts his cock, red girl. We have his heart. It is a big heart, yes?”

Janette nodded slowly, her eyes glistened slightly in the candlelight.

“Good. Now, I am his mate and must help him with all his duties where it is needed. So, let me make you feel good.” Algra slipped down the bed and pushed Janette onto her back.

Janette gasped when she felt the orc’s tongue lash slowly up along her inner thigh and then begin to slowly swish across her lower petals.

Gregory would have been jealous.

* * * * *

Fortunately for Gregory, he was otherwise engaged in roughly ravishing the gorgeous woman he had pinned against hard wood. His hands grasped her bare backside and squeezed the firmness he found there with unyielding approval. Their lips snatched light kisses from each other as they rutted together, the soft moans of Valise being punctuated by the soft, wet noises of their contact.C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.

He didn’t hold back with her, and she felt every strain and thrust of his movements relieving him of the day’s burdens and sending shockwaves of bliss through her body. Though her rear and her shoulders might have a few bruises come morning, she highly approved of such stress relief in her young master. His hard length pistoned inside her clutching sheath, and she felt him slam her body against the wood before his hot seed poured into her waiting channel. It triggered a sudden and powerful climax in the elf-woman, and her long legs tightened their grip on his lower back to keep him lodged firmly inside her through each gush of his sticky cream.

They didn’t speak in the moments thereafter. Valise’s head rested upon his shoulder and he took long, deep breaths with his eyes closed to savour that sweet moment and that incredible woman. Then he felt her lips on his skin, sliding up along his neck and across his cheek to take his lips. Their kiss was slow and gentle now, a massage of their mouths that built into a slow and smouldering caress of tongues.

Gregory’s length twitched inside her again. Upon sensing another ravishing on the horizon, she gently pushed at his bare shoulders. He fought her at first, though only for a moment and only for more of her kiss. Eventually he relented and pulled back his head whilst remaining embedded inside her tight cleft. She smiled upon him, a beautiful and yet almost divine expression on those elfin features.

“Have I helped to quell your rage?” she asked.

“Maybe. Although I’m afraid you’ve lit a much larger fire in me, Valise.” He returned her smile and stole a quick kiss from her lips like a thief in the night.

She looked down over him, his black hair falling around his face in long trusses, slickened by the rain. His sun-darkened skin looked incredible with the mix of rain water and sweat giving its own shine, even in the dim light offered by the early evening on such a murky day. Gregory had already been a remarkably fit specimen, but days in the provings had hardened those muscles to hot steel defined against his skin in a way that was almost mouth-wateringly appealing.

“That is well, but let us no longer linger here in the rain and the mud,” she said with a slight quiver of pleasure in her voice.

“Oh? I quite like it. The background cold makes me want to cling to your heat.” He have her bare rump another squeeze. “It makes me want to slide deeper into you.”

It was difficult to argue with that logic. Especially when he punctuated the words by thrusting himself slowly right into her depths until she felt him pressing against her core.

“Please, my master. Take me to my tent. I wish to speak with you. This is hardly the place or the position for such things. Let me lay you down in my furs and there we may share our warmth further.”

Gregory wanted her again in a much more immediate way. He had already rallied from his initial release, and was ready to have her there in the mud. Part of him knew he could. He could cast them both down and continue to rut like animals and her resolve would break. Strangely enough it was her hair that stopped him. In all fairness, he probably would have followed her request regardless in the end. Even at the height of his passions he would have done anything for the woman. Still, that wasn’t the thought that stopped him. It was simply that it would have been a crime to soil that beautiful golden hair of hers in the dirt.