A Sex Slave To Alien Masters (Erotica)

“Hey! I’ll tell you what’s a setback and what isn’t.” She flicked the tip of his nose with her finger to make sure he was paying attention rather than letting his gloomy thoughts get the best of him. “Now, Bolut’s packing up his camp to head north before winter gets here. Or at least that’s the word around here. So, you’re going to kiss me, then you’re going to see him and wish him well since he’s done so much for us. Then Algra’s waiting for you in the forest.”

“Is she naked?” Gregory’s eyebrows perked up.

Janette smacked his bare chest with the palm of her hand.

“Hey, I’m just looking for a happy ending here,” he teased.

“Right, that’s it. I’m leaving you. I’m packing my bags and going off to live with the leprechauns.” Her words might have had a bit more bite had she not been in the process of entwining her arms over his shoulders and lifting herself to kiss his cheek as she spoke.

“There are leprechauns now?” He looked alarmed.

Janette kept the presence of leprechauns to herself, though her laughter at his question eased his worries on the matter. Getting back a magic ring, winning fights against angry orcs, and trying not to die were proving to be quite formidable tasks. He didn’t want to add finding a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow to his to-do list.

The girl wiggled herself out of his grip, and her laughter melted from amused to delighted when he put up another little fight on the matter. It involved a moderate amount of tickling and the occasional stolen squeeze of her smooth, firm bum. Eventually she managed to slip away from him and cast him a reproving look that was undermined somewhat by the way her lips quivered with a suppressed smile.

“I’m going to go back to the tent. Valise has been trying to teach me how to speak orc between my dancing lessons with Talina. It’s made me really want one of those doohickeys.” She pointed to the amulet around Gregory’s neck that served to translate the language for him, and allow him to be understood by the green behemoths. “But, at least it keeps me occupied.”

“I thought you hated that sort of thing. I remember you could barely stay awake in French class.”

“Yeah, well, it beats worrying about you all the time, you big dope. Besides, when am I ever gonna go to France?” She cast him one last little smile before turning around to take her leave.

Gregory waited a beat before calling out to her again. “Hey, Jan?”This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Hm?” She cast a look at him over her shoulder.

“Thanks for the help.”

That brought the smile back, all the brighter on her red lips. “Any time!”

With that, she disappeared back into the bustling area of the camp.

* * * * *

Bolut stood at the centre of the camp overseeing a truly enormous caravan of goods. A mere glance at the formidable trading vehicle showed that it took more design cues from a tank than a horse-pulled cart. Four enormous ox-like creatures had been reined in to pull the thing, and were currently chomping away at a box of jungle leaves in preparation for the journey ahead. Their curved horns were larger than anything similar Gregory had ever seen on Earth, and their front forelegs packed a tremendous amount of muscle compared to their smaller hind legs. Behind them, the vehicle itself rose up high enough to comfortably fit several fully grown orcs, though it was instead currently being stocked with various goods from the camp. The frame was clearly made of metal with a toughened wood exterior covered in hardened leather. Signs of wear and tear were evident in scratches on the leather, and a few arrowheads still embedded here and there with their broken shafts sticking out at odd angles.

Gregory guessed that travelling to human territories with plentiful supplies of trade goods wasn’t exactly the safest of journeys for an entrepreneurial orc.

Beside Bolut, Emmet was helping to oversee the loading operation from beside the juggernaut. They barked orders out every now and then before turning back to look over a number of parchments that Gregory assumed were the log books of the camp’s current stocks.

“Um, excuse me,” Gregory took a cautious step forward, deftly avoiding a slave rushing past with several rolls of multicoloured cloth piled up in her arms.

“Not now!” Bolut yelled without looking up from his papers.

Recognising Gregory’s voice, Emmet turned and cleared his throat before jabbing Bolut in the arm. It was almost funny to see the frail wisp of an old man getting the huge orc’s attention.

“What!?” The orc growled out the word with no small degree of annoyance. After seeing Emmet pointing over to where Gregory was stood Bolut’s expression shifted from anger to slightly flummoxed surprise.

“I’m sorry,” Gregory held up his hands peaceably. “Didn’t mean to bother you.”

It took Bolut a full minute to get out of “boss mode” and realise that his master was stood in front of him. He cleared his throat and spread his arms open in a far more welcoming gesture.

“Gregory! It is good that you are here. Forgive the shouting? Busy day,” the big orc noted in a much more friendly tone, gesturing around them at the bustling humans and orcs loading up the massive caravan.

“Oh, it’s no problem. I just wanted to see you before you left. Haven’t had much of a chance to talk these past few weeks, have we?” He paused and looked over the caravan. “This is a bit . . . huge. When you said you were going on a trading trip I figured you’d just be hauling carts with horses or something.”

“It was once just so.” Bolut nodded grimly and folded his arms. “These days there are many in the human bandits who attack us. Road is not safe. The caravan needs protection. Easier to protect this than a smaller convoy.”

“Yes, and mister Rudd tells us that things are not getting better in the north,” Emmet said. “The high lord of Uldrin is sowing more discontent towards the orcs amongst his people. Many believe them to be child-eating, bloodthirsty murderers.”

“Wait, what? I thought that the southern orcs and the humans were allies? Everyone fighting together in that long war in the northern mountains?” Gregory took another step forwards toward the pair as introductions gave way to conversation.