A Sex Slave To Alien Masters (Erotica)

He did surprise her by refusing to release her from his their embrace. Instead of leaning back against the large crate, she was pulled against him and held aloft by the hands grasping her rear. His trunks hadn’t descended along his legs far enough that he couldn’t walk, and he carried her impaled upon his length across the way to her tent.

“Master, this is not exactly what I had in mind,” Valise felt her cheeks flush with heat despite the slow pouring of cool rain.

“No? Well, you’re proving to be the best part of a very bad day. I apparently don’t have much in the way of pride or decency any more. I’ve had my face slammed in the dirt more times than I can count. So, if you think I’m letting you go now you’re sorely mistaken. I need to take all the good moments I can get, when I can get them, for as long as I can have them.” He settled a kiss onto her cheek that slowly traced his lips downward to nuzzle playfully along her jaw line.

“I’ll have you know that I am an elven lady of some renown.” She took on an overly formal and familiar teasing tone.

“I’m sure you’ll have even more renown when people talk about the way you were carried across the camp with my cock inside you and your arse bared to the world.” One of his hands released her rump and returned to it with a light smack.

“That’s a shameful way to treat a lady.” Valise was wearing a sultry smile that betrayed her true feelings on being displayed in such a way.

“Hmmm, fun though.”

“I can’t argue that point, oooh!” She was interrupted as he swished them both down and under the roof of her tent to cast her down on the furs and quickly scramble atop her.

Valise released a soft laugh that shifted abruptly into a low moan when he kissed her again and slid his aching length back inside her waiting body. They playfully wrestled a little, shifting their hips and inadvertently teasing each other as they both scrambled for different goals. He wanted her to lie back and let him have his way with her and she wanted to take the high ground. It was one of the few times in Gregory’s life that he conceded the high ground when it became clear that it was what his opponent desired. They shifted about and Valise found herself atop him, her knees in the furs and her thighs resting against his hard, masculine figure.

Gregory was then treated to another spectacular sight when the woman reached down to her hips and pulled the now transparent robe she had been wearing over her head to cast away into the far side of her tent. With the woman finally and gloriously naked, he quietly revelled at the sight of her. Even then she still felt a hint of the nerves that had plagued her for centuries. As an elf, her ears were considered a distinctive part of her nature and the brutal slices in her own had made her feel somewhat hideous. Sitting naked astride that young and vigorous male, fully displayed for his appreciative gaze? It made her feel the absolute opposite of hideous. The joy of feeling his adoration upon her was almost enough to make her feel like one of her own people again. Almost.

For most of his sexually active life, Gregory’s physical ideal of a perfect woman had been Janette. Even despite her treatment of him he’d always loved the shape of her body, the beauty of her face and the naturally seductive way she moved. This had given him something of an over-appreciation of women with large breasts and filled many of his intimate thoughts with Janette’s huge boobs happily bouncing in his face. Having recently and frequently been given the privilege of experiencing what that was like in reality, he was beginning to branch out in the scope of what made his lusty nature stir.

Valise was something of a revelation in that department. Her slender figure and its gentle curves weren’t something that would have caught his eye before, and yet now knowing what delights those curves allowed had made him take new stock of girls that weren’t quite so well endowed. She was elegantly formed and beautifully sculpted, with smooth features that were damn near statuesque. That alabaster complexion of hers practically glowed from her recent exertions and the water that still made her seem to shine in the low light of the candles in the tent. Those petite breasts were prettily plump in their own way, the shape pleasingly rounded and her fair nipples clearly begging for attention.

Gregory licked his lips and decided to rise up and give those little peaks the attention they so richly deserved when he was quickly pushed back down by Valise’s steady hand.

“No, not now. Talk, remember?” she said.

Gregory had a moment of irritation at that suggestion before he let out a laugh of his own.

“You want to talk like this? Valise, I am always happy to listen to your voice and your advice is always welcome. I just can’t promise that I’ll be giving you the attention you deserve if you decide to start a conversation at the moment. I’m going to be slightly distracted.” He quickly clenched his buttocks together and bounced Valise lightly on top of him.

Her eyes widened and she let out a little gasp of pleasure. If he kept that little trick up then she might have been the one having difficulty concentrating. Still, she pressed on. She gave his nose another light flick of her finger to bring his eyes from her breasts up to her face.

“Then I shall have to keep your attention.” There was something slightly menacing in the way she said that.

“Fine.” Gregory agreed as he relaxed and made himself comfortable. Although with his tired limbs laid out in the furs and the gorgeous elf witch firmly mounted upon his length it was hardly a difficult task to relax and enjoy himself.

“Good. I wished to talk to you about the way you have been fighting in your battle games.” Her hands lowered to his chest and her palms flattened out across the hard muscle to gently slide her fingertips across the small cuts and grazes he’d picked up over the past few days.

“Fighting is a very generous word for what I’ve been doing out there. Getting my ass kicked in ways I didn’t know it could be kicked is more like it,” he grumbled.

“Yes. Stop that.”

“Stop what? Getting the crap kicked out of me? Oh, wow, thanks for that, oh wise mentor. That’s just the thing I’ve been doing wrong all this time. Why the hell didn’t I think of that?” His eyes narrowed upon her.This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

“I believe the strategy of getting your ass kicked-as you so eloquently put it-is more of a choice than you think.”

“Really? How did you come up with that? All your years fighting in orc war packs? I’ve got the hang of fighting enough with the Runts that even Algra doesn’t yell at me anymore. So what exactly is it that I’m doing wrong?”

Sensing his rising anger, Valise slowly shifted her hips in a slow circle. It was almost imperceptible, and yet she felt the rising tension in him dissipate somewhat and enjoyed the feeling of his length swirling inside her.

“Algra wants you to be safe, Gregory. She does not want you to win. If you win, she thinks that you will take the ring back and leave her. So, she is happy for your pack to be beaten again and again.”

“I don’t believe that.”

“Don’t you?” She tilted her head slightly, her gaze oddly inquisitive. “No, you do not. In truth, I don’t think Algra has properly thought about it up here.” She lifted her finger and tapped her brow. “But I know that fear lingers in her heart. She would never speak out against you. She loves you deeply. Yet now you come home to her every night. In the provings you are tested but you are in no true danger any longer. Rowun Strongblood was a great and proven warrior who fought many battles with dangerous enemies. She loved him deeply too, and those enemies took him from her. I do not think she wants to lose another mate, and in her heart I think she is most comfortable with the current situation.”

Gregory’s expression grew troubled at Valise’s words. It was very easy to overlook the woman in the camp, for Valise preferred to keep to herself and work her alchemy in private. He rarely had any problems with her and he counted her a close friend. In doing so he had obviously overlooked how much she observed when she was settled there in front of her tent with her potions for sale, largely overlooked by everyone around her.