A Sex Slave To Alien Masters (Erotica)

Gregory looked questioningly from Talina to Algra, and then he shrugged. She slipped from within his arms and strode out for the opening of the tent.

“I will seek out Janette and tell her of your parents,” said Algra. “She should know before anyone else.”

“Thanks, Algra.”

There was a swish of the canopy and Algra had departed leaving Gregory alone with Talina. He eyed her suspiciously. It was notoriously difficult to read the woman. She smiled a somewhat mysterious smile and stepped in closer to him, and her eyes happily drank in the finely sculpted musculature across his bare upper body.

“Ok, Talina. I don’t know what you want but I know that look. I like Torren, alright? Although I’m pretty sure I don’t have the kind of willpower to push you away when you’re in full seduction mode. So, if that’s the plan here how about I just be a decent guy and tell you to leave right now before things get out of hand?”

He couldn’t help but look down over her body, and she happily parted the cloak she was wearing to show him the sleek curves of her figure. It almost reminded him of the mermaid, although Talina’s figure was somewhat less streamlined and somewhat more… lethal.

“That is not why I asked for our privacy, master. Although it warms my heart to know that you wouldn’t be able to resist my charms.” She gave him that wolfish grin of hers, and then shifted to the side to seat herself on the bed and cross her legs.

He nodded and took a relieved breath before sitting down beside her on the opposite end of the bed. Best not to let temptation get any sort of foothold.

“Alright then, so what’s up?”

“Rolk Stormbane wishes to kill you.”

Well that certainly changed the tone of the conversation in a way that felt like someone had just poured a bucket of ice down his pants.

“What?”

“Ahem,” she scooted over closer to him and leaned in to whisper into his ear. “ROLK STORMBANE WISHES TO-”

At her sudden and deafening volume, he leapt off the bed and fell back over The Big Trunk of Stuff and into the side-canopy of the tent. Talina watched with her smile broadening as he fumbled around and got caught up in the tent before managing to stand up behind the trunk. He paused a moment to wiggle his finger in his ear and hope that the world would stop ringing, then he stepped over the trunk to walk back and stand in front of her.

“Ok. Firstly, please never do that again. Secondly, why the hell would Rolk try to kill me? Isn’t that against the orc honour code or something?”

Talina made no such promise, but nodded at the latter question before answering the former.

“Rolk dislikes you immensely, master. He does not see you as fit to be an orc. To him, the human slaves are merely property to be used and discarded when they tire to death. His family doesn’t even use them on principle, because they consider them to be a waste of resources. To him, orcs only need show honour to other true orcs.”

“That’s bullshit.”

Talina nodded vigorously. “That is an excellent assessment, master. Still, when hatred is involved I often find that people will happily sail on a river of bullshit as long as it gets them to where they want to be.”

He laughed mirthlessly. “Well put. Ok, so do I have to worry about assassins in my sleep now?”

“No, master. Any assassin trying to get into this camp at night would find themselves in mortal peril.”

“Why? Is there some sort of magical spell over the place?”

“Something like that.” The mysterious smile broadened at the corners. “In any case, I believe that Rolk wishes to kill you in the provings and make it look like an accident. They sometimes happen. Bones are broken. Necks get snapped. Throats are caved in. Testicles are-”

“I don’t really want to know the details, thanks.”

“As you wish, master.”

“So what would you suggest I do?”

“Don’t die.” She nodded with sage-like wisdom.

“Right. You know I seem to be getting that advice a lot lately.”

“It is sound advice, master.”

“Yeah, but where I’m from it’s sort of taken for granted. It’s not something you should need to be reminded of.”

“But people might forget! They might accidentally be walking toward the edge of a cliff, knowing that they forgot something but not quite being able to place it. Then they’d step off the edge and think: Oh yeah! I should remember not to die! But by then it’d be too late, and…” She lifted two fingers into a kind of salute in the air before letting out a long whistle as she mimed them falling back to earth before they landed upon the bed. “Splat.”

Gregory blinked at her for a few seconds, not quite knowing how to pick up the conversation after that.

“You either have a very morbid sense of humour, or…”This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

“Or what, master?” Her smile returned and her eyes widened as if she was almost challenging him to say what she’d heard so many say to her before him. You’re insane, Talina.

He held that gaze between them. To his credit he didn’t flinch away from what he saw there, deep within those pale green eyes. She knew it wasn’t exactly a pretty sight, but it was her who eventually blinked. Why had she shown him that? Anger? Frustration? She was angry. It was a cold sort of anger, like dark oil seeping just under the surface, waiting to take flame. Lately the business of people conspiring to kill the first master she had ever genuinely liked had brought more opportunities for naked flames to close in on it.

“I’ll keep an eye out for Rolk and his pack.” Gregory shifted slightly on the bed as he aimed the conversation elsewhere. “Thanks for letting me know about him. Although I figured after that last match up with those assholes that they were out to make a point. How did you find all this out, anyway?”

“The courtesans hear many things, master.” She knew how to lie with the truth.

“Alright then. Good work, team.” He held his fist out to her, knowing full well that she likely wouldn’t know what to do in response to the gesture. When she stared blankly at it, he reached over to take her hand and formed it into a matching fist. Then he bumped their knuckles together. She seemed delighted by this, and had him repeat the gesture twice.

“Great, you’re learning the ways of an Earthling.” He laughed.