A Sex Slave To Alien Masters (Erotica)

“I think she means the repetition of the movements. It takes a long while to train yourself to move in the right ways before you can start sparring. Otherwise you just wind up hurting yourself or your partner. It’s a bit monotonous, but it’s where you begin and it doesn’t usually involve risking a broken nose. Well, not unless you’re really bad at it.”

“Oh, I guess that doesn’t sound so bad then. You don’t mind?” she asked him.

“Why would I mind?”

“It’s not a very girly thing to do, I guess.” She shrugged. Freddie would have hated the idea.This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“Yeah, you know me so well. I’m all about filling out proper gender roles in society.” Greg rolled his eyes. “In fact, what are you doing sitting here? I’m sure something around camp needs ironing.” The smack to his arm came quickly thereafter. “Fucking ow!”

“Asshole.” She smirked.

Algra took that moment to hoist herself up on the rock and perch her delectable behind on the opposite side of him to Janette. She’d plucked up one of the water flasks and took a few long gulps before pouring some over her head. Once she’d gotten herself all wet in that little fur outfit she favoured, she turned and pulled Gregory into a fiery kiss. Ever since she had become his mate, this little ritual had been repeated every time she joined him.

He’d noticed a few changes in their relationship since he’d taken up the orc idea of becoming life-mates with Algra. Orc society was structured around a system of the best fighters being dominant over the weaker ones. Almost every orc he’d met served a stronger one, who had usually beaten them in a challenge of single combat. By sheer luck, along with the element of surprise, and perhaps the fact that Algra wasn’t in her right mind, he’d managed to become her master.

Now that had changed. As mates, they were equals and as such they were both master of each other. It was his right to tell her what to do, and her right to do the same. As such, she no longer needed to appear subservient around him, and often made a point of showing everyone who owned him. The orcs also had a similar system to the orcish battle challenge for each time they disagreed in order to determine who was right. Because of this, Gregory made a point never to disagree with Algra.

It said a lot about how much she valued Janette that the orc warrior sat on the opposite side of him rather than simply taking her preferred position in straddling his lap. Once their tongues finished their dance, she settled against his side. Her plentiful breasts pushed up against his bicep, and she leaned across him to give Janette a lighter kiss by way of greeting. Gregory’s trunks started to feel several sizes too small after the two kisses, and he momentarily wished he hadn’t ordered Algra not to take his cock out when the others were around. It had been a good idea at the time. Orcs didn’t really understand the concept of modesty all that well.

Gregory saw that the others were now assembled before them, mostly smiling with amusement. Frelki had a slightly different expression, and her eyes were fixed on the bulge in his trunks. He made a point to look away from the slender beauty, and shifted his attention to the others.

“That was a good session, guys. I think we can head on back to the proving grounds tomorrow. Make sure to cover up the new toys. We’ll come here first to warm up and then use the clubs out there so no one catches on to what we’ve been up to. Let’s give the first pack Ulag throws at us a shock, eh?”

There was a murmur of agreement and some shared nods amongst the pack.

“Great,” he continued. “Let’s get a good night’s sleep then. I’ll see you all at sunrise here tomorrow.”

They departed, and he watched them leaving and falling into their usual habit of sharing advice and talking about the session they’d just been through. It was a relief to see them like that. They were excited, and they were adapting well to his ideas about changing their game out there.

“You should be alpha.” Algra spoke up once the rest of the pack were out of earshot.

“Not this again. Look, I told you that I’m more than happy with Ulf as alpha. He’s done way more than I have in getting the others on board with all this. Besides, he’s more experienced. It’s him who usually goes around giving everyone pointers and getting them thinking about what they’re doing.”

“Then he is good captain, bad commander,” she replied simply before turning back to him.

This wasn’t a new argument. Algra was fiercely proud of the work he’d done with the pack, and didn’t feel it was right that Ulf would get the glory. Gregory didn’t much care about glory, but he wasn’t stupid enough to tell Algra that. Her entire society revolved around it.

“I think we all know the answer to this problem,” Janette helpfully piped up before beating her fist against her chest. “I should be the alpha.”

“She’s right,” he nodded without missing a beat. “The woman has a knack for bossing me around. She’d be great at it.”

Algra’s lips curved up into an amused smile that she clearly didn’t want on her face whilst discussing such a serious matter.