A Sex Slave To Alien Masters (Erotica)

Those reactions were nothing but positive, as Ulf desperately tried to control himself. Though she was giving him quite possibly the best experience of his life until that point, he was already planning her downfall. His movements were indeed borne of genuine pleasure, but he was exaggerating them to twist his body around slowly each time she tried something new.

For her part, her attention was rather fixed and she doubted he’d try anything with her hand grasping his balls; though even that had become less of a threatening touch and more of a gentle massage. She enjoyed pleasuring him a great deal, and the seemingly imminent victory of his climax would serve as a testament to that pleasure.

He made his move as soon as he’d manoeuvred himself so that she was kneeling beside him with one hand on the ground near his hip and her knees just next to his head. The move came without warning, and he reached out to wrap his arms around her waist. By the time she realised what was happening it was too late, and he was already rolling her down onto her back. His cock pulled from her mouth as she struggled with the shift in their bodies and found the control she had won seeping away from her. When he rolled her onto her back, her knee lifted to attempt to hit him in the head, for they were now directly facing each other’s most intimate regions. Rather than try to push her down and knowing that she would still be able to apply a painful degree of pressure where he’d rather not have it applied, he continued the roll.

This made her hesitate. He was giving her back control of their engagement by rolling until she was once again resting on top of him. Had he realised that she had too much of an advantage? And that he couldn’t stop her from getting to his balls before he could properly disengage? He had ceded the advantage, only repositioning himself slightly. His body was now completely beneath hers, and his cock still jutted up for her to tease and play with as she saw fit. The only difference was where he’d place his head. It was…© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

Uh-oh.

The dawning realisation of what he’d actually been up to impressed her considerably, and he seemed to have learned much from his human friend’s playbook. On the battlefield, it was best to do the unexpected and keep one’s enemies guessing. In the bedroom, tongues had a positive myriad of uses. Orc males didn’t usually opt to play that particular game, but it seemed that someone had given Ulf the idea. She knew it was coming when she felt his head rising up between her thighs, and there was a moment when she might have resisted. Except she found a very convincing part of herself wanting to know what it would feel like.

Ulf opened his mouth and sealed his lips on her clit before sliding his tongue over the little nub. Ulla’s pussy was already saturated with her juices, and she actually screamed when he began licking her there. It might have made him stop for fear he was hurting her, but she accompanied the noise with a shift of her hips to grind herself against the attentions of his mouth.

Ulla decided that rather than attempt to struggle free, she would instead begin to mount a different sort of assault. Her mouth began bobbing up and down on Ulf’s cock, knowing that he had been far more aroused by her explorations before he’d managed to regain a degree of equal footing. Besides, she definitely liked what his tongue was up to right then and saw no need to put a halt to it.

It immediately became apparent that Ulf had something of an advantage to Ulla. He hadn’t actually been with any other before that moment, but his curiosity had gotten the better of him. One night after practice he had spoken with the human courtesan, Lydia. It had been late, and Gregory had already retired to bed with Algra and Janette. It had come to be known that if one sat by the campfire so late at night, they would be serenaded by the moans and screams coming from his friend’s tent. Lydia had been staring dreamily at the canopy, and Ulf had asked her how exactly the human managed to get such an enthusiastic response night after night. Lydia had taken him to her tent, as if rising to a challenge, and then had instructed him on exactly how he should go about pleasuring the female form. The detail and practical examples she showed on her own body were rather marvellous to behold.

Now, he used that knowledge to great effect; teasing Ulla’s clit whilst lifting his arms over her body to grasp her bare ass. His fingers slid lower, and he eventually plunged his fingertips inside her. He had been told that there might be a barrier there for female virgins, and that it might hurt to break it. He felt for such a barrier against his fingertips inside Ulla, and found none. Without worrying, he pushed deeper into her and found her to be gloriously tight. He tried not to think about how good it would feel to sink his cock into her, for it might have pushed him too far. Already, he was lapping at her juices and savouring the unfamiliar flavour.

Ulla began to have difficulties maintaining her own rhythm, as Ulf found parts of her she didn’t even know could bring her trembling to her knees. She began to feel slightly distant from the world, and closer to him. It didn’t quite hit her that she was beginning to feel an oncoming orgasm until she found herself steadily rising toward it, already far past the point of no return. No! She could almost feel the victory over him. She couldn’t lose now. Then she felt the first sizzle of her imminent orgasm and lifted her mouth from his cock to gasp desperately for air. It was too late. She was helpless.

It was true, there was no stopping it. Fortunately, before those little shocks turned into one constant, all-consuming wave of bliss, she felt something splash against her chin. Ulf had finally lost his own control and his cock was spurting with thick, white goo. A delighted squeal was all she could manage before she lost herself to her own release and hurried to suck his gushing cock back into her mouth. It didn’t take her long to realise she enjoyed the flavour, or rather what it represented, and she took her new lover to new heights of joy whilst he continued to return the favour.

His tongue had never ceased lapping at her pussy throughout her struggle; and although he knew he had lost, he was having far too much fun to stop. Her inner walls began to convulse around his tongue, and he realised that he was filling her mouth with his seed. It was better than anything either of them had ever felt before. Even the thrill of battle couldn’t compare to it. When she had once again regained control of her body, Ulla rolled over onto her back and released him. They were both left gasping and looking up toward the sky as they shared in the pleasant little aftershocks of what they had just done.

“I win,” Ulla eventually told him.

“You usually do.” He could practically hear the smile in his own voice.

“It was well fought.” She reached out to take his hand in hers and squeeze.

“It was. I almost had you.”

“You have me, Ulf.” She spoke with an uncharacteristic degree of solemnity.

“And you have me.”