A Sex Slave To Alien Masters (Erotica)

Janette knew his mannerisms as well as he knew hers by now. She knew by that look in his eyes that he wanted nothing more than to take her until they were both sore and spent. Naturally, she wanted to encourage that train of thought, and with the help of the rising climax emanating through her body, she put on quite the wanton display for him.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Her pink tongue drew a fresh gleam across her lips before they parted to release a low, sensuous moan that held back nothing in displaying her enjoyment. Her hand drew up along the luscious curves of her body to cup her bare breast and lightly pinch her hardened nipple. The combined trinity of having her lover licking at her clit, an orgasm freshly tearing up through her core, and her man watching the whole thing was enough to turn one climax into two. She lay back along the length of the wooden chest to enjoy the second, and lifted her perfectly long legs up into the air.

Waiting until after her feet stopped quivering; Gregory stepped toward his women and made himself known to Algra for the first time. She turned and offered him an expression brimming with her own lust, and quickly lifted herself upright to step into his welcoming arms. The kiss that followed was ravenous, and the taste of Janette’s sweet honey on the orc’s lips only inflamed his aching member all the more. It was only when he moved to begin tearing away his trunks and falling together with both women that Algra stopped him.

For a moment he thought he might have hurt her, or she might have noticed the sky was falling. “Restraint” wasn’t generally a word that Algra seemed familiar with when it came to sex, and it seemed to him a very odd time to begin the practice. He was stunned when she pushed him away and shook her head, despite a clear hiss from between her teeth that showed her own frustration.

“Algra? What is it?” he asked.

“You are to return to provings today. It is not good to fuck so soon before a fight.” She spoke between heavy breaths.

“Why the hell not!?” Both Gregory and Janette had snapped out of their lusty haze to yell the same thing in unison.

Algra gave them both a level stare and then shook her head.

“Because fucking and fighting both take same power from body. It is good to fuck before sleep when a fight comes with morning. It is not good to show up to fight still feeling fucked.”

“Dammit, Algra. Don’t start kissing me like that and then go making all kinds of abstract but weirdly understandable rules about how there’s a proper time and place for everything.” Gregory grumpily shifted his hard length inside his trunks.

“Next time I hit you instead. Will make you better prepared for pain in provings.” Algra gave him a dangerously impish smile before turning to walk over to the bed where she went to lie down and close her eyes.

“You’re not coming to watch then?” he asked.

“Of course not. This is your first real proving. You are my mate. I do not enjoy seeing your face crushed into dirt.”

“Wow, thanks for being so supportive.”

“Don’t get your face crushed into dirt, then maybe I come next time.” With that, she wiggled slightly in the furs to get comfortable and then started to snooze.

Gregory gave a sigh of defeat, and then turned to look at Janette who had been busy putting her clothes on. She was just settling her cloak over her shoulders when Algra began to lightly snore.

“Are you coming, Jan?” he asked after a moment of nervous hesitation.

“Of course I’m coming. You think I could stand to stay here after what happened last time? If you’re going to get your chest kicked in again then I want to be there.”

“I’m really feeling the love in this tent.”

Janette smiled at him and walked the short distance between them to plant a playful kiss on the tip of his nose.

“I’m just fucking with you. You guys are going to kick ass.”

“Thanks, Jan.” He immediately felt a lot better after hearing that.

“Algra’s just worried. I’m not though. She says that if you die I can still stay here as her sex slave and since we’re both kind of your mates then I’d get half of your stuff. We’ve got it all worked out.”

Gregory laughed at that, and then whipped her cloak up to reveal the skimpy little garments she wore beneath it. With the fabric out of the way, his hand came down hard on her bare rear cheek leaving a pink imprint where it connected on her pale skin.

“Ow!” She jumped and then shoved him playfully. “Come on, Spanky. Let’s go get breakfast before I spend the rest of the day biting my nails off with nerves.”

He obediently did as he was told, and she led him out into the open where they picked up the breakfast that was being dished out by Lydia. They both ate quickly and quietly. Many of the members of the camp stopped by to give him a pat on the shoulder and wish him luck. In truth, their well wishes just made him anxious.

“Let’s go for a walk.” Janette suggested; picking up on his growing tension.

“That’s a good idea.” He nodded and stood up to wait for her to fall in step beside him.