A Sex Slave To Alien Masters (Erotica)

“I see. Was it labelled or marked in any way? Does it easily distinguish itself?”

“It wasn’t labelled and it has no visual distinction to water. Here.” Valise turned to open a varnished box of her wares and pulled out a small glass vial. “Be careful, there’s enough in there to melt this tent around our heads.”

Talina plucked the vial from Valise’s grip and looked it over. Just as Valise had said, it bared every resemblance to water.

“The only way to tell its true nature is in the smell,” Valise advised.

Talina nodded and popped the cap of the vial out. She barely needed to inhale at all for the scent of the liquid was incredibly potent and utterly horrid. It was like breathing in raw brimstone. She quickly closed the vial and handed it back to Valise whilst trying to stop her eyes from watering at the repulsive scent.

“I see.” Talina let out a few little coughs.

“I’m sorry, but that is the only true way anyone but me could have known which potion was in the vial.”

Talina nodded and wiped her eyes for the final time before standing up.

“Thank you, Valise.”noveldrama

“If there’s anything else…”

Talina had been about to decline the offer out of habit before she caught herself and paused before looking down at the woman sat before her.

“Actually there is. Do you know how to make an invisibility potion?”

– – – – –

Three days later, Janette emerged from Gregory’s tent on wobbly legs. She could still feel him inside her, lifting a warm glow to her cheeks as his cream slowly began to seep out of her freshly fucked pussy. It had been he who had stirred her to wakefulness and teased her with his lips and tongue until she’d spilled herself over his mouth and moved to ride him through the rest of the sunrise.

Each day, more of his old strength had returned and the pain had receded. It had been like their first days in Arolius once again. Though the looming cloud of what would happen when he fully recovered still hung over their heads with its grim inevitability.

She had left Gregory to find them some breakfast and found Bolut’s camp was up and running with its usual bustle. Orcs passed in and out of the courtesan tents, enjoying the shows performed therein. They bought the wares on offer from the human kingdoms or traded products of their own in exchange. Janette made her way to the large cooking pot in the centre of the camp and found Emmet, Talina, Valise, and Algra already settled into conversation.

“It isn’t natural,” Emmet insisted.

“We do not know what is and isn’t natural for his world,” Valise replied with her usual serene tone.

“Morning everyone,” Janette stepped up behind Algra and wrapped her arms around the orc woman’s shoulders before settling a kiss on her cheek. “Where were you this morning? We missed you.”

“I needed to speak with warchief.” Despite her abrupt words, Algra turned and settled her own kiss on Janette’s bare cheek.

“What about?” Janette reached over for the ladle to get herself a bowl of whatever breakfast was on offer from the pot. It smelled of pork and herbs. As she poured out her breakfast, she noticed that everyone had gone notably quiet and all had their eyes fixed upon her. “Uh, guys? What did I do?”

“Nothing,” Algra abruptly and firmly asserted.

“Well something weird’s going on here. You’re all looking at me like I’m about to explode,” Janette then quite suddenly remembered what kind of world she was in. “Oh crap. I’m not about to explode, am I?”

“No, dear one,” Valise’s smile had a reassuringly calming quality to it. “We were just talking about Gregory.”

“Oh, well he’s fine this morning. Trust me.” A little glimmer of laughter passed through Janette’s eyes, but instead of pouring out Gregory’s bowl she instead took a seat with the others. “What’s the problem?”

“It’s the way he’s healed.” Emmet spoke up, taking a page from Algra’s bluntness before Valise could think of words to put it delicately. “It’s not normal.”

“I don’t get it, is something wrong with him?” Janette looked to Valise with an understandable note of concern.

“No, nothing like that. It is simply that his recovery has been rapid. Very rapid indeed. Is this usual in your world?” Valise kept her tone as neutral as she could.

Janette blinked in surprise. They were concerned because everything was going too smoothly? She might have laughed, except people didn’t recover from broken bones and internal injuries in just over a month. Not in the way Gregory had. She’d thought about it herself a few times but suppressed the question in favour of simply being glad that he was getting well again. It was never a wise decision to kick a gift horse in the teeth or ask its motives. Yet the question had lingered there in the back of her mind, scratching at the edges of her thoughts like an unwanted pest.

“Should we take that prolonged silence as a no then?” Emmet asked.

“I just figured that it was Valise’s treatment, or the air around here or…” Janette shrugged.

“It’s odd. That’s all I’m saying.”

“Their entire presence here is odd,” Talina spoke up for the first time to put things into perspective. “We don’t often get visitors passing in from other worlds.”

Everyone nodded their agreement, including Janette.

“We don’t really have a habit of popping into other worlds either. Not as far as I know.”

“Well then let’s put the facts out and see if we can see any sense in it all. Gregory recovers from injury much faster than he should.” Emmet started the ball rolling.

“He’s also pretty, um, prolific,” Janette added.

“What sort of crafts does he make?” Emmet quirked a brow, not quite understanding what Janette was getting at.

“She means he fucks more than he should.” Algra nodded whilst Janette’s face turned a fetching shade of fresh strawberry.

“Oh, well I don’t know if that’s really-” Emmet started, only to be interrupted by Valise.

“It is. It’s something I’ve noticed. He’s always ready for sex and he seems to seek it out even when he should be exhausted. That is odd behaviour and it should be noted if we’re laying out all the medical facts.”

“Very well then, if you think so.” Emmet paused to clear his throat in an effort to keep his serious voice in place and not have his own ears turn pink. “Anything else?”

“He spoke of the First.” Algra grunted.

“I’m sorry?” Emmet’s brow furrowed as everyone turned to look at the orc woman.