A Sex Slave To Alien Masters (Erotica)

He blinked and looked back to Janette. “Think that’ll work?”

“I’m pretty sure you’ve tried everything else by this point. It couldn’t hurt.” Jan extended her hand out to help him up and he gladly took it.

“Believe me, it could hurt a lot. Seems like everyone’s knocking me on my arse these days.” Gregory flexed the muscles along his shoulders and felt the anticipation of the imminent brawl. It was oddly invigorating.

“Yeah, well maybe I’ll let you do something to my arse later to make up for it.” Janette leaned in to lay a parting little kiss on his cheek before hurrying off to sit back on her rock and watch the show.

That parting hint immediately shifted Gregory’s attention from the oncoming orc to look towards the gorgeous red haired vixen with his mouth hanging open in near shock. She was going to let him do what!? That was-

He never quite got to work out what it was since Algra’s fist immediately smacked into the side of his head and sent him staggering backwards. The blow was so hard that it almost knocked him unconscious, but by some miracle he managed to stay on his feet with enough presence of mind to hop backwards avoiding Algra’s following lunge.

“Hey! No fair, I wasn’t ready!” He only realised how much like a five year old he sounded after the words had left his lips.

“Half of your fights will be attacks, half will be defending yourself. Attackers don’t give warning unless they’re idiots. Don’t expect one,” Algra advised.

He was about to argue out of sheer frustration, but instead he saw the sense in her words and simply gave a brief nod. Alright then. If she wanted to fight dirty maybe he could return the favour.

She attacked again and he fell into a simple and effective series of defensive manoeuvres. Sidestep, stance shift, block, feint, feint, sidestep, strike. He could have probably done it in his sleep. The strike didn’t hit but everything leading up to it had gone pretty well. Algra hadn’t managed to put him on his back or make him see double and he was starting to consider that to be a win. It would have been easy to get a little confidence, but he knew all too well that she was only testing him. Like a shark letting its wounded prey tire itself out before going in for the kill.

“So, um, quick question?” Gregory spoke as they circled each other.

Algra didn’t lose that predatory look in her eye. Her trained vision was waiting for him to give her an opportune opening. She did let out a brief grunt in the affirmative, however. Gregory took the opportunity to delay getting turned into chum.

“Alright, well I was wondering if you’ve got any advice on a problem I’m having on focusing.” He kept his guard up, knowing that question-and-answer time was also potentially getting-his-ass-kicked time in the orc’s opinion.

“You have many problems. Explain.” Algra’s tone wasn’t unkind. It was just brutally honest.

“Well, what happens if I’m squaring off with someone I find incredibly attractive? Like, if I can’t concentrate because all I can think about is how good she’d feel pressed against me. ”noveldrama

Algra’s eyes widened and she stood a little more upright. Her guard didn’t completely fall but Gregory resisted the strong urge to slip into the advantageous position that her surprise offered him. If he pushed his luck, she’d figure him out in a snap and then likely snap something of his to make a point. So instead, he continued to play the innocent and pursue his question.

“I’m just saying, how can I focus on keeping myself in the fight when all I can think about is tearing off your clothes? Is there some sort of trick you use?”

Algra’s answer came in the form of a lunge that didn’t bear her usual degree of finesse and style. After Gregory had tactfully sidestepped the attempt to get her hands on him, he noticed Algra’s gaze fall down over his body to rest on the front of his trunks. He was crazy about the gorgeous orc, but subtlety wasn’t exactly one of her specialities.

“See? I mean, I’m trying to stand here in my usual fighting stance but it gets kind of awkward when you’re making me so hard. Especially in these tight leather trunks you jammed me into.” He lowered his guard to gesture to his crotch where Algra saw a thickening bulge rising out stubbornly against the tough leather.

She lunged for him again, but forgot to take her eyes off of that bulge until it was far too late. This left her with a lot of momentum and little direction, and Gregory swiftly sidestepped the attack and reached across to give her ass a lusty squeeze before she could recollect herself.

“It’s like you’ve got this unfair advantage.” Gregory deftly ducked under one of Algra’s counter swings for his face before hopping back onto the favoured ground. “In the provings, I’d want to beat my opponents. But you? I associate a hot and sweaty Algra Strongblood with some very happy moments in my life. It’s hard to want to put you down when all I can think about is how much I want to pin you up against that tree.”

His words had a very alarming effect of making the gorgeous orc lose her sense. The long-fight be damned. She wanted to attack him, to get him close against her and feel him inside her. She also wanted to break his nose. It was a conflict of interest that was making her fighting skills somewhat erratic.

Gregory didn’t help matters when instead of dodging her next charge, he ran right back at her. He only broke his momentum the moment before what would surely have been a bone-crunching impact in order to swerve off to one side and grapple her. This had the rather spectacular effect of making him swing around his muscular lover and settle his feet in the earth behind her. Instead of taking his chances and trying to put her on the ground, he instead lowered his head and tenderly ran his lips across a spot on the nape of her neck that usually made her groan. His hands lifted to cup her breasts over that little fur top that barely constrained the voluptuous, green globes.

She felt him behind her, the strong musculature of his broad chest along with the thickness of his thighs leading upwards to that firm rise in his trunks now pressing tightly against her rear. A threatening growl lifted from her throat, but she pushed her gloriously firm behind back against that pleasant lump.

Gregory wasn’t stupid enough to press his luck too much. Stimulating Algra’s libido along with her battle-lust at the same time was a dangerous tactic. One wrong move and he’d have a very horny orc on top of him and likely beating the crap out of him at the same time. Breaking the slow grind they were starting together, he gave Algra a rude shove forward whilst holding onto her little skirt. The stitches of thread that held it together tore apart to leave her standing only in the small fur top. She didn’t seem to mind that she was baring her lower delights and the sight of her almost distracted him enough for her to turn the tables in their little game. Seeing her toned bare legs rise up to that finely rounded ass was very distracting. That wasn’t even mentioning the way she glistened in the afternoon sun at the apex of her thighs when she swiftly turned around to face him.

He caught the faintest hint of her musk in the air, and the teasing abruptly came to an end. She saw it in his eyes, that ravenous hunger for her that never quite seemed sated.

In combat, the male’s main problem was a lack of focus. As she said, he spent far too much time planning his movements and not enough time actually moving. Except when something like anger served as a lens to narrow his thoughts into one single goal. Algra had seen it in him before, and knew just how much more deadly her master could be in those brief moments when he lost himself to the fight.

She saw a similar change in him then, as his attentions slipped away from shifting from one stance or movement to the next and he wanted nothing more than to claim her.