A Sex Slave To Alien Masters (Erotica)

Algra’s questioning look quickly fell into a roar of laughter before she eventually turned onto her side to face him and propped herself up on one arm. Even then, with the threat of an impending rhino attack, he couldn’t help but admire the smooth muscular curves of her truly majestic body. He particularly loved the way the sunlight caught the shine on her skin, spilling shards of golden colour across all that deep green.

“Since you took me,” Algra began, “I have been hiding myself. I did not want others to know or to see me. You did not care, and our time together was passion and goodness.”

“It was.” He nodded. “Still is, from what I just felt.”

The interruption made Algra’s smile deepen, and her set her dark gaze alight with warmth.

“To many orc men, I am a prize. A way to further their glory and their renown amongst our kin. They would always see me at their side, just as I am now.” She lifted her hand to gesture down over her naked body.

“Naked?” Gregory lifted a brow.

“Glorified,” Algra corrected him. “Showing the prestige of their victory over me. Their ability to please me. My love for them.”

“Sounds like they need to check their egos a little.”

“Perhaps.” Algra’s smile turned somewhat mysterious.

Then it hit him, as if someone had dropped Torren’s anvil on his head from a very high cliff.

“So, you just did all this for me anyway. Despite not really liking the idea of it. You . . . um . . . You did it for me.” For some reason, he was having trouble speaking without the air sticking in his throat.

She nodded slowly, a glimmer of amusement rising over her cheeks.

“Algra, did we just get married?”

The smile she gave him at that broadened to something quite radiant.

Oh shit.

Upon seeing the look of hesitation in her mate, the orc shifted to pounce. Her long, bare leg was cast over his waist and she quickly took a seat on his abdomen before absently giving his shoulder a powerful shove back into the grass. With him set firmly beneath her, she stroked her hand down from his shoulder to his scarred chest affectionately.

“Rest still, my mate. We are bound together here and now. I have glorified all that I am for you, and you have taken me. It is done.” She leaned down to press her mouth to his.

Even then, understandably panicked as he was, he couldn’t bring himself to push her away. Instead, his arms lifted to embrace her, and he welcomed her against him again.

Algra shivered with delight.

Then the kiss ended, and to keep him steady she continued to rest against him. Her hands settled in the grass as her large breasts flattened against his solid chest. He caught himself thinking that as far as wives went, this one was pretty great. Upon considering that thought a little more, he finally relaxed beneath her.

“So, you’d better tell me what this means then. Do I have to buy a tux or something?” Though he still sounded apprehensive, she was comforted by the way his hands continued to gently stroke along her flanks.

“You need not purchase anything. You have accepted me. You have given me yourself. What more is there to give?” she asked.

Well, that was a beautifully romantic and moderately fucking terrifying way of looking at it.

“Right. I meant . . .” He paused, trying to explain himself better. “I don’t know anything about being a mate, Algra. Hell, in this world I’m not too sure what’s required of a husband. I don’t want to, um, to dishonour you or disappoint you.”

She nodded approvingly, then stroked her hands across his shoulders. “That is a good start.”

He let out a little huff of amusement at her usual abrupt answer, then settled his lips on her brow. She watched him carefully for a few long moments.

“You are not angry?” She seemed slightly skeptical.

“I think I’m still in shock, actually. It’s a big thing.”

“It is,” she nodded.

“But, it’s you. So I guess it’s worth figuring out.”

At those words, he felt her hold him tighter for just a moment. The great orc warrior nuzzled her cheek against his chest and he thought he caught the sound of her own breathing hitch in her throat. Despite the fact that he’d just had an impromptu, and highly satisfying surprise wedding ceremony, he was far more stunned when he felt a drop of moisture settle on his chest. It took him a moment to realise what that meant, for he truly never expected it of her. Algra Strongblood was crying.

He did a quick check in the sky, scanning the clouds for the oncoming Four Horseman.

Finding only clear blue sky interspersed with a few wisps of cloud, he settled himself for holding her there gently for a few minutes. When she lifted herself to sit up in his lap, her eyes had cleared of the tears and she looked upon him with determined and loving resolve.

“I should speak of being mates,” she finally conceded.

“Well, I kind of wish you’d done that about an hour ago, but I’ll take what I can get.” Gregory smiled for a minute, then he got a light smack around the face for the wisecrack. “Ow! Ok, well I see that being mates doesn’t come with a ‘no hitting’ rule.”

“It does not.” Algra lifted her head proudly. “Do well to remember it.”

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