A Sex Slave To Alien Masters (Erotica)

Lydia let out a little throaty laugh. “Alright! You can sheathe the claws. I was only curious.”

Silence reigned for a few moments as they walked through Bolut’s camp at a leisurely pace.

“What are you wanting Torren for anyway? Is the master not keeping you satisfied?”

Lydia frowned at that and offered a shrug of her shoulders that made her sizeable breasts bounce and strain against the tiny arrangement of strings and cloth confining them.noveldrama

“Gregory has been distant. He wanders off all day into the wilds with Algra. His mind is elsewhere when we bathe him. I’ve tried to capture his attention. He hardly seems to notice. Between Janette, Algra, and Valise, he has his nights occupied well enough.”

“He is a man. Subtlety is hardly going to be his strength. If you want him, then offer yourself more blatantly.”

“He saw through one of your masks, Talina. I hardly think he needs help seeing what’s right in front of him.” Lydia folded her arms across her bountiful bosom and pouted to herself.

“The best place to hide is always in plain sight, Lydia. People don’t look for things that are right before their eyes.” Talina’s gaze shifted forward when Bolut’s caravan came into view on the road at the edge of the camp. The other human slaves were busily packing up the wares onto the large cart and the enormous oxen were being settled and fed in preparation for the journey.

“Fine then! I’ll just march in his tent this evening and bend over his table after carefully lettering the words “Fuck” and “Me” on my rear end. A word on each cheek. How’s that?”

“Perhaps you shouldn’t be that blatant.” Talina offered her friend a little curve of her lips.

“By the way, I’ve been dying to ask, how does Torren compare to Gregory?” Lydia lowered their voice to a conspiratorial whisper as they approached the ears of the slaves ahead of them.

Talina’s brow furrowed with annoyance for a moment as she looked at Lydia and saw that she was genuinely albeit playfully curious rather than just simply jesting with the question. “He’s not as naturally gifted, but he’s a good student and we’re both enjoying ourselves more and more with each lesson. They’re both quite . . . industrious.”

Before Lydia could press for juicer details, Emmet shuffled his old bones from around the caravan and laid eyes upon them both.

“There you are! Where have you both been?”

“She was fucking Torren like a wild woman. I watched.” Lydia passively replied as she stepped up to the caravan and put her hands on the edge to peek over it and over the assembled array of goods that had already been loaded.

The reply took the wind out of Emmet’s sails a little and the poor old man looked for a few moments like he’d just seen a unicorn.

“I’m here now,” Talina pressed, “what’s the matter?”

Emmet cleared his throat and walked a bit away from the caravan, Talina smoothly fell into step at his side and slid her arm beneath his to help him along. Emmet was a clever man with a keen mind, but the aches and pains of a long and hard life were catching up to him. Lydia saw them moving away and moved to follow but she was stopped when Talina turned her gaze to face her and shook her head. She knew what they were likely about to discuss and it could have put the woman in danger.

“What have you learned?” Emmet asked as they slipped in the gap between two large and currently empty supply tents.

“Nothing.” Talina folded her arms and looked away, down at the ground between the tents.

Emmet remained quiet, sensing the bait for an argument was being laid.

“I’m serious! It’s all well and good trying to prove something but the proof actually has to be there! I’m certain elder Wren had something to do with what happened to the mad boy but if he did then he’s not trying anything else right now. He spends his days at the provings and at the great hall. At night, he sleeps. What more do you want?” Talina’s green eyes lit with an angry fire as she turned back to look to Emmet.

“You’re sure it’s him?” Emmet asked in a carefully relaxed tone.

“No! But if it’s not him then I don’t know who in all the dark realms it could be.” Talina’s shoulders sank and her arms unravelled to fall to her sides.

“Don’t let your hope fall, girl. There’s more than one way to skin a traitor. They’ve slipped back amongst the shadows, and looking into the abyss for answers is beyond even those with the sharpest eyes.” Emmet reached behind himself to rub his sore back as he considered their options. Then after a moment, he looked to Talina again. “Keep your eyes here now, on the camp and on our boy. If we can’t seek out our enemy then at least we can defend ourselves. Can you do that without raising anyone’s hackles?”

Talina looked around the place. The tents and pavilions that comprised Bolut’s section of the camp were made in a relative circle around a central open space with a simple line of stalls beside, bordering the dirt road.

“At night, I can keep watch easily enough but during the day the camp is too busy to effectively guard. Too many orcs and slaves walking through our tents. I only have two eyes. And I need sleep from time to time.” Talina rubbed her brow with frustration.

“Take Fiona under your wing then, show her how to use those feline eyes of hers.” Emmet suggested.

“That is . . . frowned upon.” Talina pointedly didn’t elaborate.

“Do it anyway, and tell anyone who frowns at you to take it up with me. Damn it all, girl! My back hurts. Let’s go back to our business. If you need anything, ask me.” With that, Emmet turned to shuffle back to his own abode.

Talina watched after the old man before turning back towards her home, considering the conversation she’d just had with each stride. She didn’t like being on the defensive, but Emmet was right. There wasn’t really any other choice. She also didn’t particularly want to show Fiona the tricks of counter spying. Though she liked Fiona well enough, sharing that information would likely make her curious about why Talina knew so much about it in the first place.

Gregory had once told her in passing that curiosity and felines weren’t a good mix.

Finally, she thought of Torren waiting for her back in her tent and the image of him laid there ready for her perked up her pace somewhat. At least life wasn’t all shadows and eyes in the dark.

Not anymore.