A Sex Slave To Alien Masters (Erotica)

“That is evident enough,” Wren said.noveldrama

“I still say that the human should be cast out.” Ulag’s expression sobered.

Talina’s ears pricked up at this. It had been she who had sent Ulf into the tent as the final ingredient in hearing the conversation she wanted to hear. Assembling the three orcs beneath her had been a task but it was all for nothing if they weren’t talking about what she was interested in.

“Or killed for his foolishness,” Wren added.

“It was not his doing.” Grolfir’s tone carried a dangerous and telling edge to it. Evidently this wasn’t the first time the suggestion had been made to him.

“Then banish him! Sending him to his own kind would be a mercy. Humans don’t belong in the proving pits. They are too small, too soft and they break too easily.”

“They do when they’re set against our best young warriors without even being told how to hold a club.” Grolfir growled and his eyes spoke a silent question to Ulag. Do you really want to speak of this? You might not like what I have to say.

Ulag went suddenly silent.

“We will appear weak to the humans.” Elder Wren was not so easily dissuaded. “‘Those are the orcs,’ they’ll say, ‘their warriors spar with our young.'”

“The boy is of age to prove himself.”

“Barely,” Ulag grunted under his breath.

“I have heard enough of this!” Grolfir smashed his fist down on the table, the wood quivered beneath the impact. The gesture got the sudden attention of both Ulag and Wren. “He is the chosen of my niece. He fights though he knows he will fall. This alone would be enough for me. I’ll not talk of banishment or murder without him here to speak from himself. Do either of you wish me to summon him?”

Ulag and Wren looked to each other nervously and wisely chose to remain silent.

“Settled then,” Grolfir continued, “now the both of you can do my ears a great boon by keeping your mouths shut on the matter.”

“Yes, warchief.” Both the elder and the proving master spoke in unison before bowing their heads in submission and taking their leave.

As Wren shuffled out, Talina swung herself down from her beam to land at the entrance to the tent and smoothly rolled out onto the grass outside. She followed the elder as he called to Ulag and fell into step a few paces behind them.

“We cannot allow this,” Wren said.

“It seems we can.” Ulag didn’t sound happy about it, but he also obviously didn’t have a choice in the matter.

“There is another way to rid ourselves of the human taint.”

“I’ve told you, no.”

“Ulag, after what they did to your son.”

Ulag stopped in his tracks at this and grabbed Wren by the throat in such a vicious and sudden movement that Talina almost cried out. “And if I were to put a knife in the boy’s back like you say? If he were to have an accident whilst in my care? Then tell me, elder, how would I be different from them? I’ll hear no more of it. And if the boy comes to harm then do not expect this conversation to remain between us.”

Ulag cast Wren aside and the elder fell back in the dirt, coughing and spluttering. The proving master’s son had evidently been the wrong issue to press. Talina watched Wren pull himself to his feet and glower after Ulag before he limped away on his walking stick.

Well that was interesting.

She hurried back to Bolut’s camp. The night kept the avenues and walkways clear enough for her to pass unseen with the aid of the invisibility potion still coursing its way through her body. Arriving back at her private tent, she opened the flap and stepped inside to settle and ponder her next action.

In fact, she was so lost in her own thoughts that she fell over Torren who had been sitting alone by the entrance.

“What!? Who’s that?” Torren whipped up onto his feet faster than she would have given him credit for and unleashed his knife out into the open air.

“It’s me, you big lout!” She shuffled about on her floor to get her balance and then sat up to see him wild-eyed and standing his ground.

“Talina? Where are you?” He lowered his knife immediately.

“I’m on the damned floor!”

Torren peered at the floor as if expecting to see some sort of hole with her inside it.

“I can’t see you.”

“That’s excellent, Torren. Very observant of you,” Talina deadpanned.

“I don’t understand.” He frowned and slipped his knife back into its sheath on his belt.

“I’m invisible, you great oaf!”

“Oh! I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“I’m, uh, not really sure.”

She rolled her eyes at the dopey blacksmith and lifted herself to her feet in front of him.

“Wait, I can see you a little bit.” He squinted his eyes at her. “It’s a bit like the shimmer in the air you sometimes see on hot days.”

“Then it must be wearing off.”

“I- wait, since when can you turn invisible?”

“Since Valise made me an invisibility potion.”

“I didn’t know she could do that!” He seemed both incredibly impressed and slightly horrified at the prospect.

“She doesn’t normally. I had to put in a special order for a special cause.”

“Oh, I thought you might’ve been with Gregory.” A sudden and rather sheepish look came over him.

“Then why didn’t you check there?” She brushed herself off and moved to stand before him.

A glance over his bulky form showed that he’d obviously put a little effort in. His short black hair had been freshly cut by someone who knew what they were doing as opposed to his usual attempts to hack at it himself. A freshly cleaned tunic of simple linen adorned his heavy frame along with some new leggings that she’d noticed were on sale in the camp that morning.

“I didn’t want to interrupt, I thought it best to wait until you returned.”

“Well I wasn’t with Gregory.”

“No?” This news made Torren’s eyes brighten adorably.

“No. Gregory likes his women less see-through.”

“Oh, I see.”

“What did you want me for?”