A Sex Slave To Alien Masters (Erotica)

Gregory kept his own hands over his head where she had left them. He wanted to reach out and touch her but to do so would have spoiled the incredible sight that she was displaying before his eyes. He felt her take every inch of him inside her with her firm rear bouncing against his thighs on the beat of each second that passed. Her soft little moans provided the soundtrack to the beautiful sight. Half-lidded eyes looked down upon him through long lashes with knowing adoration.

The tide had grown high, ready to spill over and wash her away in that blissful heat. She found that first little burst of pleasure took her by surprise, leaving her shuddering and helpless before her oncoming climax. Her fiery pussy tightened and convulsed around his length, attempting to milk out his own release. Throwing her head back, she moaned his name from her lips and continued to ride him. Each time he plunged into her core he seemed to ignite a chain of ecstasy that blasted through her again and again.

Gregory had yet to reach those heights himself and was instead left to watch in awe as the girl of his dreams enjoyed a crushing orgasm whilst impaled on his length. He’d had quite a few fantasies about Janette Riley over the years, but the real thing was infinitely better than he could ever have imagined.

When she finally put enough pieces of her mind back together, she lifted a hand up to draw her fingertip between her teeth for a moment. Savouring the afterglow, she noticed that Gregory’s cock had lost none of its steel and she testingly swivelled her hips atop him.

“You didn’t…?” Her finger popped from between her teeth to allow her to lower her hand and cup her own breast.

“No. I’ve had a busy day. It’s alright though, I think you enjoyed that enough for the both of us.” He gave her a somewhat conspiratorial wink.

Janette let out a little laugh and he enjoyed bringing a smile to those pretty lips. “I did.”

“Well, we’ve got all night.” Greg shifted himself to thrust up inside her, eliciting a quick yelp from the gorgeous young woman.

“No.” The voice came from elsewhere in the tent. Both Janette and Gregory turned their heads to see Algra, leaning against the sturdy table.

The orc woman had already shed her little top, leaving her luscious green tits bare in the open air. Her finger was hooked into the side of her little fur skirt, showing a good hint of the gorgeous curve of her hip beneath. She’d obviously arrived back in time to catch the end of their little show.

Both Janette and Gregory found their smiles broadening at the sight of Algra. Janette quickly slid the man out of her and knelt at his side as the beautiful orc warrior stepped over towards the bed to claim her recovered lover once again.

“Looks like I’m not going to get nearly as much rest as Valise wanted.” Gregory chuckled as Algra mounted him.

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Whilst Gregory was doing his damndest to fulfil his obligations to Algra and Janette, Talina had returned to the courtesans tent to await an imminent visitor.

Rudd, the diplomat to the orc camp from the human kingdoms, appeared shortly thereafter. He wore his traditional purple and black robes of state that had gotten slightly dishevelled over the years of staying with the orcs. The edges of the material had frayed and the colour had faded somewhat. Such robes would only usually be worn during important meetings but without them the orcs tended to think of him as less important, so they had seen a great deal more wear and tear than they should have.

“Good evening, my dear.” Rudd greeted Talina with a slightly wobbly wave. This was to be expected as the man hadn’t undergone a single day of true sobriety since his arrival at the camp. “I understand that young master Gregory wanted my assistance?”

“He did,” she lied, “but he is forced to attend other matters right now and he bid me talk with you in his stead.”

“Oh? What matters must be so important as to take up his time I wonder? They must be truly urgent. I did recall the voice of the Lady Strongblood vehemently agreeing with him as I passed through the camp though. So I trust he’s making progress.” Rudd’s eyebrows lifted and his eyes twinkled playfully in the candlelight.

Talina suppressed the urge to frown. Did he ever stop!?

Instead, she reached out for her trump card. A bottle of fine imperial red wine that Bolut had brought back from his last trip into the empire. The sight of the bottle emerging from within its cloth container immediately caught Rudd’s attention and he involuntarily licked his lips. At least she knew her audience.noveldrama

“Well, he did insist I give you this in order to make up for his absence. Will you speak with me?”

Rudd blinked and then his face split with a wide grin as he moved forwards and settled himself down in the cushions opposite her. She poured them a chalice of wine each and they clinked together before Rudd quickly took a long, slow sip. The rich flavour of the wonderfully aged red liquid warmed his tongue with a hint of spice before smoothly pouring down his throat, leaving only a swift desire for the next sip.

“That is certainly a taste of home. I thank you for it.” He lifted his chalice to her good health.

“Thank my master instead.”

“Ah yes, how is he? I sent my own physician to see him shortly after the unfortunate event but he came back looking slightly pale and perplexed a little later. The golden haired woman must have quite a touch.”

“That she does. My master recovers well.”