A Sex Slave To Alien Masters (Erotica)

Talina grinned and turned to slip out of the tents. There she found Ishka trying to clamber amongst the tents with fury in her eyes. The orc wasn’t as nimble as Talina or Dregolf, and she pawed her way through the overlapping canopies of the tents blindly. The strike to Ishka’s throat seemingly came out of nowhere. It sent her falling to the ground, clutching her neck and desperately gasping for air. For a moment, Talina stopped and felt a twinge of an old and familiar desire. It would be so easy to slip down beside the orc and finish the job. Then she thought of her master and shook her head, not wanting to bring that kind of trouble down on him. Instead, she skipped over Ishka, giving her one last surgical jab to the back of the neck that opened her airways again.

Considering her mischief well and truly successful, Talina slipped back between the folds of the tents and seemingly vanished into the night.

– – – – –

When Gregory awoke the next morning it was with an unusual degree of clarity. Until his time on Arolius, he definitely wasn’t a morning person. The snooze button had been his greatest ally in what he considered to be a never ending battle against the unending trials of consciousness. Lately, it seemed as if waking up was no more difficult than flipping a switch. This was doubly surprising considering he was often barely getting more than four hours of sleep a night.

Maybe it was something in the air?

He didn’t usually spend much time worrying about it since he was often immediately distracted by the beautiful woman lying beside him. He’d spent the last night with Valise, and today she remained cuddled up against his chest in all her naked glory. Even given all his current troubles, he had absolutely no problem at all with this world if this was how it greeted him every morning.

A smile crept across his lips before he leaned in to settle a light kiss on hers. It surprised him when her eyes immediately flickered open to focus on him without a hint of sleep marring their focus.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you,” he said.

“You didn’t. I haven’t yet slept.”

“Why? Did you think I’d start rooting through your things looking for lost elven treasures once you’d nodded off?”

That brought an amused smile to her lips.

“Everything I own is already yours, Gregory. Although I’m afraid I’m a little short on elven treasures at the moment.”

“Not really.” He looked down over her slender figure with a distinctly appreciative gaze. Given her nudity, there were plenty of treasures freely on display as far as he was concerned.

The brazen way he looked over her brought a little shiver through her body. She moaned softly when she felt him begin to harden against her bare thigh.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

“I didn’t want to sleep. It has been a long time since I’ve been quite so content, and I’ve learned that it could be a very long time until I find such happiness again. I’m merely savouring a moment.”

“A moment? Crikey, I hope I lasted a bit longer than that.”

That got an immediate laugh. “Very well, I’m savouring quite a few very long and very happy moments. And I enjoy watching you sleep.”

“Great, because that’s not creepy at all.” He reached around and gave her bare bottom a playful pinch. She yelped with a combination of shock and laughter before they fell together in a long, slow kiss.

That kiss lasted quite a bit longer than a moment, and both of them had to take deep breaths when they finally came up for air. They had shifted enough that he now found himself laid on his back with her languidly resting over his chest. Her small breasts cushioned against his hard muscle, and he felt her nipples lightly poking against his body.

“I should get going. Today’s the big day, and I figure I need to give Algra and Janette a good while to chew me out over not coming home last night.”

“Tell them it was time well spent. And remember to be yourself today. Don’t let them try to make you fight like an orc when you can do better by simply being who you really are.”

“Yes ma’am.” He nodded as she lifted herself up from him and reached to pick up her long, white gown.

He took a while to enjoy watching her dress, and then when his cock had finally fallen enough to be comfortable, he reached for his trunks.

They came together once more at the entrance to the tent where he took her in his arms to kiss her goodbye and she eagerly responded in kind before releasing him.

Once he was out in the open, he found the camp to be already busy with the activities of the morning. There wasn’t as much to do with the caravan away, but everyone still needed feeding and there were still some stalls to set up. Torren did the most business in Bolut’s absence, fixing up weapons and helping orcs with his own supplies. The smiths amongst the orcs tended to be master weapon and armour makers, and a lot of the more mundane tasks of a smith seemed beneath them. So having a human smith around willing to forge things like nails at a cheap price kept many orcs passing through the camp even with so little of the merchant’s wares to sell.

It was usually Valise who took to the task of feeding everyone, but this morning it seemed that Lydia and Fiona had stepped in to take up the burden.

“Morning.” He nodded to them with a friendly expression as he passed.

“Morning, master.” Lydia said as both women were grinning from ear to ear as they watched him leave Valise’s tent. “Nice night?”

“Er… yeah, thanks.”

“It sounded like Valise had a very nice night. I don’t quite know what you were doing to her in there, but she seemed to agree with it frequently and loudly,” Lydia teased.

“We were talking about how to make the best cheese sandwich, and we both thought they taste better with pickles. Valise is very passionate when it comes to cheese sandwiches.” Gregory nodded with a deadpan expression. Not so long ago, he might have turned bright pink at Lydia’s teasing, but by now he’d gotten used to it.

“In that case, feel free to drop by later and we can talk about cake. You wouldn’t believe what me and Fiona would do for cake, master. Would you like us to show you?”

“Sure, but excuse me a moment.” He sounded slightly tense. Though he’d successfully overcome his tendency to blush at Lydia’s teasing, the woman could still unfailingly give him a raging erection with a few honeyed words.

Doing his best to think about cold showers and large spiders instead of the two gorgeous women sitting by their cooking pot, he made his way toward his tent. What he found within didn’t exactly do much to calm him down.

Janette was perched upon the large chest of Algra’s former belongings that had been gifted to Gregory by Grolfir. She was completely naked, and using her arms to prop herself up into a seated position to better watch what was going on between her thighs. Her legs were spread wide open, and between them Algra was crouched and equally naked with her lips pressed up against Janette’s glistening pussy. Both women gleamed with a light sheen of perspiration, and appeared thoroughly ravishing in the morning light that seeped through the canopy of their tent.

Janette’s face was fetchingly flushed, and her lips were quivering as she struggled to catch her breath. He knew that as a key sign of an impending orgasm on the part of the beautiful young woman, and paused in his approach to watch it happen. It could be seen rising up through her as Algra’s well-practiced tongue licked across her clit and through her sensitive folds. Her toes clenched, and her back arched to let more of that lustrous red hair spill over her shoulders in fiery waves. In that moment, she caught the shape of Gregory in the corner of her eye and focused upon him. An instant of panic claimed her as instinct kicked in and years of being told how naughty it was to be caught naked and about to climax on the lips of your lover. That moment of tension quickly shifted to a thrill of recognising him, and seeing the blaze of desire in his expression.