A Sex Slave To Alien Masters (Erotica)

“Good. His position with the orcs could benefit many. We need their warriors with us in the north and the tensions down here between the orcish peoples and my brothers of the south-eastern kingdom are getting downright volatile. If the orcs pull back from the great battle, I doubt that we will be able to keep the demon horde from breaking our lines.” Rudd took a notably deeper gulp of the wine.

“Are things truly that bad in the north?”

Rudd’s eyes widened and Talina saw the fear that had nestled there. It was old. Old and festering.

“I travelled there once. Before I was sent down here. I saw the fighting with my own eyes. The black-orcs, the blood of our people, the fire and ash. I haven’t since been able to sleep a night since without my good friend here to keep me company.” He reached for the wine bottle and gave it a cheerful shake before filling up his chalice once again.

“But the Empire has great strength, does it not?”

“Perhaps. That’s certainly what I’m supposed to say. Still, when I think of our chances all I see is the chaos I saw in those few days, and all I can think is that whatever we are doing up there, it certainly didn’t seem like winning.”

Silence reigned between them in the moments that followed. Talina had heard of what blazed in the north and Rudd’s assessment of the situation was troubling.

“And how can my master help?” Talina finally asked.

“The divide between orcs and humans harms both. There is bad blood there that lingers still in the minds of both races. Part of the problem is the lack of contact. The orcs stay here in Embervine or travel directly north. What people don’t know, they tend to fear, and the enemy has become highly talented at kindling that fear. Many in the empire look on the orcs as animals. They are too far away from the great battle and they think themselves safe. They think that their own power and place is more important than what goes on in distant lands. Rindall Folgrath, the High Lord of Uldrin, hates the orcs. He believes that Embervine is rightfully his and he fans the fires of discontent with the orcish peoples wherever he can get a chance. Gregory is in a unique position to act as a bridge between the two peoples. If he can prove himself as a true orc, then they will listen to him as an equal. If he proves himself honourable before them, then they will see a human can be honourable. The orcs are a simple people, this will be enough for them to see that humans can be trusted. Then, Gregory could act as an ambassador, quelling the discontent stirred up in Uldrin. Humans will listen if the words are spoken by one of their own. Someone who knows how to deal with them.”

Talina didn’t bother to suppress the frown this time and she lifted her hand to cradle her forehead for a few moments. Clearly, they had more problems on their hands than just dealing with a saboteur in the camp.

“You will tell Gregory nothing of this,” she spoke with a cool firmness that was such a shift from her initially warm and cordial tone that it made Rudd flinch slightly.

“You don’t understand, if we cannot somehow-” Rudd fell silent as Talina raised her hand and looked upon him.

“He has just tried to prove himself and nearly got broken in half in the process. I’ll not have you slamming the weight of the world down on his shoulders on top of it all. When he recovers fully and if he decides to continue with the provings, to eventually earn his place in one of the war packs, then we shall speak of this again.”

Rudd started to argue, but then fell silent with a long sigh of breath.

“What can I do to help?” he asked.

“I seek the one who set the mad boy free. I have kept to myself here and I do not know the workings or opinions of the orcs as well as I would like. I’m doing what I can to remedy that but I need to know who might wish Gregory ill.”

Rudd took the question along with another drink of wine whilst he pondered his answer. The length of time it took him did not make Talina hopeful in the slightest.

“Ulag is known for his hatred of humans, but he is not known for subtlety. I think if he wanted to harm Gregory then he would have simply challenged him and killed him. Other than he, there are orcs in favour of withdrawing their people from the north. Chief amongst them is Elder Wren Stormbane. Yet most of these orcs have nothing truly against humans, they just think that orcs should take care of orcs and if the humans can’t stand alone then that is their weakness.”

“I see. In that case, I thank you for your time.” Talina lifted herself to her feet and offered a small, but respectful bow that obviously stated their meeting was over.

Rudd reached out and took up the wine before taking a swig directly from the bottle. Then he stood and offered her a graciously over-the-top and slightly wobbly bow before turning to take his leave.

When he was gone, Talina balled her fists in frustration and her mind rang out with a silent scream. She had hoped that Rudd would solve her problems, not pile on several more. Still, she now had two names, and names were always good places to start.

Ulag and Wren.

She had one last person to see before the night was over. On swift feet, she slipped out of the courtesan’s tent and silently strode through the camp. It didn’t take her long to find the dwelling of Valise. Her tent was old and had been patched up quite a few times over the years, contrasting the immaculate and elegant vision of the woman herself. Before Talina entered the tent, she heard the soft little humming coming from inside and felt a little of the new weight in her heart lift away.

Pulling back the canopy, she saw Valise sat amidst her own furs. A bowl of warm water and soap was bubbling before her folded legs. She was completely nude with her hair tied back to allow her to wash her slender figure with a fresh sponge. Talina’s arrival caught her attention immediately and Valise’s eyes widened with surprise at the sudden entrance. She wasn’t exactly used to visitors.

“Talina! You could have announced yourself.” Valise dropped the sponge and lifted an arm to cover her bare breasts.

“I wanted to see what you were humming about.” Talina took no heed of the woman’s chiding and slipped inside to crawl across the furs to settle herself lounging before Valise.

“It was nothing.” Valise reached for her long, white dress and pulled it over her head.

“Oh? Because I think that you’ve spent the day enjoying my master. I can smell him on you.”

Valise’s cheeks flushed pink and she involuntarily took a deep breath, partially out of curiosity and yet also out of an innate desire to catch the scent of her lover once again. She found only the smell of her own perfume, however and looked into Talina’s wicked eyes before frowning.

“You cannot smell him on me.”

“Oh yes I can! You smell of fire, fresh earth, and new love. You’re his through and through.”

Valise rolled her eyes but said nothing of the accusation.

“I’ve come to ask you a question.” Talina’s tone grew serious and she lifted herself to sit upright opposite the woman.

Valise’s brow quirked with interest. “Well, I’m here for the asking, my dear.”

“Do you know who might have taken your potion?”

“If I did, then don’t you think I might have mentioned it by now?”noveldrama

“No. Not if it was only a whisper in your head. You’re used to being alone and lonely people don’t trust others when it’s only whispers they’ve got to offer. I, on the other hand, have come to value those whispers immensely. So, do you know who might have taken your potion?”

Silence followed.

“Valise?” Talina pressed.

“I remembered, a little after it had happened. An orcish smith had come to me days before looking for the same concoction. He said he was a friend of Torren’s. He’d come asking if I could make him a vial of the potion to help him dislodge some partially rusted metal filings he’d found so he could melt down the good parts. I made it and gave it to him for free in the hope that he might spread the word and I might sell more. But that was over a week before Gregory even entered the camp and the potion itself does not last for long. It’s ability to corrode metal fades within days. I made some more, hoping to sell it. One of the vials had gone missing when I checked after the boy had escaped. I swear that I had no hand in it, but it was definitely my potion that did the deed.”