A Sex Slave To Alien Masters (Erotica)

Fiona liked to be dominated. She wasn’t entirely submissive, as Lydia knew from experience that she usually liked to tussle and play with her lovers before letting them take her. Yet she and Talina had both realised that once the play-fighting was over, Fiona tended to have her most intense climaxes when Lydia held her down and Talina roughly pinched at her nipples or lightly spanked her before plunging her fingers into that needy kitty-cunt.

Gregory was doing almost the same thing, albeit in a somewhat different manner. His fingers kneaded Fiona’s soft tits as they jiggled lightly with each rocking motion of their bodies. She was clearly trying to get him to fuck her more, but he wasn’t letting her. Instead he moved with her body, keeping himself buried deep inside her. Fiona clawed the furs beneath her with instinct, and tried to shift her knees to get him to move. He only pinched her nipples and played with her tits whilst holding her head to look directly into her eyes.

It was difficult to see what he was looking for, as his expression was something of an enigma with its relatively calm appearance and slight crooked smile. Only the shin of sweat covering his muscular frame betrayed his exertions and his own enjoyment in ravishing the female.

Then he kissed her, and she moaned with approval as their tongues clashed and greeted each other warmly. Perhaps he’d only wanted to look at her closer, for he’d never seen the like of Fiona Lynn. Perhaps he’d wanted to look into the eyes of a beautiful woman who he’d just pleasured to her climax. Perhaps he wanted to lure her off her guard.

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What happened next made Fiona tear claw marks into the furs, as Gregory broke the kiss and lifted himself upright to release her hair and her tit and grab her bare ass with both hands. Then he fucked her wildly, rudely shoving her off balance and into Lydia’s welcoming arms. Lydia suddenly found herself with Fiona laid atop her with their breasts cushioning together and the woman’s wild green eyes looking for their imminent release. Fiona’s lips parted and she screamed up to the heavens as Gregory’s cock blurred inside her cunt and her firm ass shook with each thunderous impact.

He wasn’t playing or teasing any longer. The way that Fiona had looked at him, silently begging for more had driven him past his own limit. He fucked her with a passionate abandon until her climaxes came forth like waves crashing against the shore. Lydia saw each one of those waves in Fiona’s moans, in the way her eyes opened wide and her pointed ears twitched.

Gregory’s own body shone with sweat that dripped from his brow onto his lovers back. The sensation of that gloriously tight pussy convulsing around his cock, suckling and fluttering with each thrust, finally claimed the last of his reserve and he unleashed his own climax inside Fiona.

She made a cat-like screech on feeling his hot cum pouring into her, and her body crashed back against him in an overwhelming release of her own. The sweet juices of the beautiful woman squirted lewdly across his balls, and between Lydia’s open legs. Another thick gush of cum poured into her before he slid his cock from her and pushed it between the two pussies of the courtesans. They happily shifted their bodies to sandwich his cock between their slippery cunts and milked the last of his cum from him. It proved to be enough to cover the lower hemispheres of Lydia’s tits and give much of the fur on Fiona’s belly a sticky sheen.

Once he’d finished pumping his rich cream across the two women, he finally released a long-held breath and stroked his hands over Fiona’s ass and down the backs of her thighs with the flow of her fur. He found the two lovely ladies smiling at each other when he leaned over to settle a few little kisses on Fiona’s shoulder before leaning down to steal a kiss from Lydia’s lips.

“Mmm,” she licked her lips to savour the taste of him, “master, you came here to get clean, but it seems you’ve just spread the mess around.”

Lydia traced her finger along beneath the large globe of her right breast and popped the gooey liquid she found there into her mouth. She sucked his essence away with a somewhat lewd noise from her tongue and then gave a sultry laugh when she saw him wink at her over Fiona’s shoulder.

“Well then, let’s get cleaned up,” he said.

“The water will be cold now,” Fiona warned, looking back over at the bucket she’d brought in.

“Then we’ll have to warm each other up, won’t we?” he grinned.

They took their time cleaning each other and massaging their tired bodies. The water flowed between them in smooth cascades from one body to the next. Gregory spent most of the bath kneeling between the women as they set about their work. This left his hands to clean each of them, which was something of an unfair workload but certainly not one he was ever going to complain about.

He left the courtesans tent scrubbed clean and after giving Fiona a parting kiss on the lips and Lydia a prolonged parting kiss on the pussy that left her quite dishevelled again by the time he slipped out of the tent. That night he returned to his own residence in the camp, seeing that the darkness made the place feel all the more emptier with half of Bolut’s retainers away on the road. Many of the stalls were clear of their wares and there weren’t as many people resting about the place.

The thought occurred to him then that he could have gone with them. It wouldn’t have been too difficult to disappear from the camp and never return again. Bolut might have to set up shop in the human kingdoms, and he might have had to have Algra somehow get the ring from her uncle in the hope of finding some way back to Earth. He could have just upped and left it all behind: Grolfir’s test, the runts, the provings and the seemingly constant impending threat of grievous bodily harm. They could all have been just a memory.

Except in a strange way it seemed like the camp had become home. He knew many of the people that resided there by name, and he liked the life he’d seemingly stumbled into. He had the most beautiful girl he’d ever known in his arms every night. The people in the camp treated him with respect and strangely seemed to look up to him even after his defeat. Many of them might have thought he was slightly mad to even try to join an orc pack, but they did admire the courage it took to try. The meal times had even been more communal, and the camp had begun to feel like a sort of extended family. Lydia, Fiona, Talina, Valise, Emmet, Bolut, Janette; they meant much more to him than any friends he’d ever had.

That wasn’t even mentioning the fact that he was now apparently mated to one of the most stunningly gorgeous women he’d ever seen. It didn’t even bother him anymore that she could probably have crushed him with her little finger if she set her mind to it. He was very much in love with Algra Strongblood, and it was perhaps her above all else that he cherished in this strange new world.

Maybe he didn’t want to go back anymore.