A Sex Slave To Alien Masters (Erotica)

Not that it would stop her from peeking on them, given that she had a good excuse. Reaching the canopy, she flipped open the cover and ducked inside to see the passion driven couple in all their naked glory, busily trying to outrace each other to a climax.

The pair didn’t notice Lydia’s entrance. Talina’s eyes were closed tightly with her lips parted to release lustful pants of air from her lungs. Her head lolled back as she continued to ride her lover toward what must have been a closely incoming crescendo. For his part, the young blacksmith found it quite easy to compare the feel of her clenching sheath sliding up and down his hot steel to his idea of pure heaven. Even after weeks of Talina’s erotic attentions, Torren couldn’t quite believe she was all his. It was hard to remember there even was a world beyond her in those stolen moments, let alone notice any prying eyes enjoying the show.

Lydia watched the way Talina expertly shifted her hips in quick, sharp movements and found herself somewhat impressed with the way Torren’s big hands grasped her waist to help those movements along. She’d known him for a long time, although they hadn’t talked much except when she needed his smithing services. He’d always tended to slouch, and he was a dedicated daydreamer. His quiet ways and bulky frame hadn’t exactly made him the talk of the ladies of the camp, but Lydia could certainly see why he’d kept Talina’s interest. For one thing, he might have been somewhat large framed, but she was shocked to see just how much of that extra weight was hard muscle. He might have enjoyed food a little more than he should have, but he also spent every day working hammer and forge. It showed. What’s more, given that she could now clearly see exactly what was giving Talina cause to moan as it slid inside her over and over again, Lydia had to admit she should have given him more attention in times past. The voyeur thought about interrupting the very happy couple for a few moments before deciding she’d take the high road and wait patiently for them to finish.noveldrama

“Yes! Yes! YES!” Talina’s lips curled into a smile that quivered around her cries of pleasure. She pushed herself down hard with each passing moment to thrust every inch of her lover deep inside her. Each gliding movement stoked the fire inside her until she could finally burn no brighter.

The slender beauty pressing her hands to his broad chest and letting her pussy convulse around him drove Torren over the edge. A fiery detonation that he’d been building bubbled up his length to gush into her welcoming body. Heat. Lust. Bliss. The trinity of sensation filled them both as their climax brought them together harshly and then fell away into a soft, relaxing lull.

Talina lowered herself down upon Torren and let out a little laugh of delight before she settled her lips to his and they kissed slowly and sensually.

“My, he has come a long way.” Lydia put her hands together in a slow albeit genuine round of applause that the performance.

Talina didn’t seem to hear or care about the compliment, but the heavy-framed blacksmith’s eyes shot wide open upon hearing another voice in the tent. He broke the kiss in an effort to run off and hide some place where he could comfortably die of embarrassment. The woman currently impaled on his cock was having absolutely none of it. She rudely shoved him down by his shoulders before rising up on him to straddle his lap and absently brush away the long wave of midnight hair that had fallen over her shoulders. Any struggle between the pair should have been overwhelmingly in favour of the powerful blacksmith, yet it was Talina who unmistakably emerged on top. A catlike grin settled on her lips as her fingertips raked down his chest and she gave her bare rear a little wiggle.

She felt Torren’s length twitch inside of her with that movement and then she finally looked over to Lydia, mildly annoyed.

“Lydia, when I asked you and Fiona to keep out of the tent this morning so that Torren and I could be alone, did you think it was so we could compare notes on making horse shoes?” Despite the levity of her words, there was a distinctly lethal edge to Talina’s tone.

“No, but I’m afraid Emmet insisted on the interruption. Bolut is about to take the trade caravan out into the human kingdoms and it seems that they can’t do without you.” Lydia shrugged, not quite knowing herself why Emmet required a trained courtesan for the job of counting and carrying goods. It wasn’t exactly Talina’s speciality. “Perhaps he’s preparing you to take over from him. We all know how clever you are, and the poor man is getting on in years.”

Talina rolled her eyes. “He’s just wanting to check up on something. Tell him I’ll be out in a little while.”

Torren had turned a very alarming shade of scarlet by that point after having a pair of beautiful women conduct a casual conversation over his nude body. He shuffled his shoulders to try and lift himself up onto his elbows. The sudden slap to his cheek was swift and lightning quick. It wasn’t the first time Talina had slapped him like that. It didn’t particularly hurt him, except to leave a brief and mild stinging sensation on his skin. He blinked and before he could figure out what he’d done wrong he found himself looking up into Talina’s pale green eyes along the length of her finger which was suddenly pointed at the tip of his nose.

“Stay,” she commanded.

He didn’t move.

“Good boy.” She grinned and gave his head a little pat.

Lydia raised her hand to her mouth to try not to laugh aloud at the treatment. Talina had a very odd way of showing affection, though few men complained about it. Torren sank back to lie down beneath her and the corner of his mouth turned up in a little smile. It was hard to be mad at the woman with his cock lodged inside her and returning to its formerly rigid state more and more by the moment.

Talina slid off of him and shifted to his side where she knelt down and lowered her lips to give the tip of his glistening manhood a playful little kiss. After that, she licked their mixed love juices from her mouth and gave him an affectionate wink.

“Stay here, Torren. I’ll return soon.” Talina lifted herself to stand and reached out to grab her long, hooded cloak and cast it over her bare shoulders. She spent a little time after that affixing her sandals to her feet before blowing her lover a kiss goodbye and departing the tent with Lydia.

For her part, Lydia was adorned in her usual small bronze bikini that highlighted her curves magnificently. Not much modesty could be seen about her luscious frame. Perhaps even more so than her two closest friends, Lydia was quite the exhibitionist. In the heat of the orc encampment, her skimpy attire was a small blessing. She often looked at Torren working the furnace in his tunic and cringed for the poor lad. Although she had to admit that it seemed the gods had finally favoured him as of late.

“I see you’ve got him well trained.” The curvy courtesan quirked a brow toward Talina in amusement.

“He’s coming along nicely.” Talina lifted her nose loftily whilst keeping her tone tellingly neutral.

“You seemed to be cumming along quite nicely too, from what I saw in there.” Lydia contemplatively looked over her shoulder back towards their tent. “Do you mind if I try him? I have to admit, I didn’t think much of our resident blacksmith before you took him under your wing.”

“He’s mine. Train your own,” Talina snapped.