A Sex Slave To Alien Masters (Erotica)

“Ow!” Splat.

Janette winced with empathy as she watched Gregory get lifted into the air and slammed down hard against the dirt for the third time that morning.

“You still think too much!” Algra growled before offering her hand to the fallen young man.

Gregory took it reluctantly and allowed himself to be pulled back up on shaky legs.

“Algra, I promise you, I haven’t been thinking in at least two hours. It hurts to think right now.” He wobbled from side to side as his aching head tried to focus on his sparring opponent.

Algra’s words about the short fight and the long fight had indeed sunk in, but that didn’t mean he was remotely ready to fight her at her best. She was damned near unbeatable. Not only did she lay him out on his backside every time they engaged each other, she promptly told him exactly what he’d done wrong each time. The orc made punching someone in the face an art form. Janette had been watching them for over an hour, and watching Algra was more like watching a very talented dancer than a fighter.

A very talented dancer with a partner who had two left feet.

It wasn’t that Gregory was bad. He was just way out of his league. If things continued on their route, he wouldn’t get back to the proving grounds any time soon. Janette knew the deal he’d made with his orc lover. The first time he put her down, she’d admit he was ready to go back to the provings.

It wasn’t that he’d thought it was going to be a stroll in the park. He knew and respected Algra well enough to know she was a formidable opponent. Still, he thought he might get at least one sparring victory in a hundred. He’d lost count of how many times she’d put him on his ass after two hundred and thirty six attempts. That was a week ago.

It took her a full fifteen seconds to win the next bout before she casually stood up and walked over to Janette’s rock to grab her skin of water and take a few gulps. The jungle was very hot, and beating the living crap out of people was thirsty work.

Janette hopped down from her perch and walked over to Greg, who was still laid out on the ground and enjoying the moment of rest. The soft grass felt good beneath him and the sky was clear and blue above. He saw Janette’s beautiful face pop into that view and he looked over to her.

The warm weather and relative privacy allowed her to shun her cloak beneath which she wore only the skimpiest of garments. A collection of thin threads pulled over her hips and between the bare cheeks of her rear, holding together a small triangle of black fabric that was pulled rather suggestively against her sex. Slightly larger triangles of matching cloth covered her plentiful breasts displaying the rounded curves of her cleavage and the undersides of the soft mounds where the material couldn’t quite stretch.

A very convincing part of him demanded that he get up and start a gruelling training regimen of ravenous lovemaking right there in the grass. A larger part of him carefully reminded his libido that he could barely stand up.

Janette crouched down beside him. Bright red hair spilled across her shoulders as she tenderly stroked her fingers across the defined muscles of Gregory’s chest. Careful not to aggravate any impending bruises, she caressed what felt like warm steel beneath his deeply tanned skin. She loved his new attire. The trunks put quite a bit of his powerful frame on display and she was more than happy to get an eyeful at every opportunity. Even with the newly earned battle scars across his chest, he looked downright delectable.

“Maybe you should both take a longer rest?” she suggested.

“No rest.” Algra took another gulp of water.

Gregory kept his focus on Janette. “This is your fault,” he grunted whilst trying to summon the will to get back up again.

“My fault?”

“Yeah. Sat on that rock there looking like that. A guy can get distracted.” He managed a somewhat weary smile up at her.

She gave his arm a chiding slap but couldn’t quite hold back the grin from her lips.

“Ow,” Gregory winced. Everything hurt.

“Wuss.”

“Yup, that’s me alright.” Figuring that Algra would soon be returning, he finally lifted his heavy limbs to sit upright and came nose to nose with Janette.

“So, how did you beat her before?” Janette’s hand lightly lifted to stroke his cheek.

“Surprised her.” Greg turned his head to kiss her open hand.noveldrama

“So do it again.”

“I’m pretty sure it was a special occasion. She doesn’t surprise easily.” His gaze shifted over to look at Algra who was pouring more water over her face. The sight of that water cascading over Algra’s firm, incredibly athletic figure and sliding between her plump breasts caused his tongue to run across his lips.

“I’ve seen the way she looks at you Greg. She gets weak at the knees.” Janette stroked a few stray blades of grass from his shoulder.

“Nope, I’ve seen her knees quite close up over the past week or so. Hurtling towards my face, along with her fists, elbows, and feet. I can conclusively say there’s nothing weak about them.” He finally hefted himself up to his feet and he helped the girl up beside him.

“That’s not what I meant and you know it. You know I’ve been hanging out a lot with Talina, right?”

“Mmmm.” Talina. Janette. Hanging out. Yum.

“Well, she says that even the best of warriors are always vulnerable. You just have to find that weakness and exploit it, see?” Janette slipped her foot around behind Gregory’s ankle in a smooth motion, the skin of her firm thigh caressing along the outside of his leg.

She’d got so far under Gregory’s guard with the mental imagery and the smooth manoeuvre that by the time he realised he was being set-up, all she had to do was straighten out her leg. Doing so knocked him completely off balance and her hands gave him a sharp shove to send him sprawling back onto his butt. Again.

“Hey! What the…” Gregory started to complain, but when he looked up at the mischievous glint in the eyes of the redhead above him, he knew the lesson she was trying to convey almost immediately. He stopped, thought about it and then looked over to Algra, who was now approaching them.