A Sex Slave To Alien Masters (Erotica)

“Well this sure beats coming home to find my slippers laid out next to my pipe. I get a gorgeous red head and a soaking pussy at the end of the day. That’s way better.” He reached down and started tugging off the skimpy fur panties that Janette was wearing.

“Plus, better exercise and less chance of lung cancer,” Janette added. “Can you untie me?”

“Sure, in about two to three hours.” Gregory watched her wiggle the panties off her feet leaving her completely naked.

“What!? But I- Mrlphrlg!” Janette was silenced this time as Algra swung her leg to kneel over the girl’s head and lowered her own saturated pussy down against her mouth.

Gregory wasn’t quite sure how Janette would take that, but apparently she found Algra’s cunt just as delectable as he did and soon enough they both heard the sound of her tongue lapping against green pussy flesh.

He lifted Janette’s legs up and took his own position on the bed. Upon seeing just how wet her glistening pink folds were, he plunged his hardened cock into her with a single thrust and decided to forego the torturous foreplay that Algra had administered. Instead he fucked her hard and deep with long, swift strokes that took every inch of his long, thick length into her tight pussy. His hand slid down between her thighs and he absently flicked his thumb across the juicy little nub of her clit to make her body almost violently quake with a very hard climax that sprayed his balls down with fresh, hot nectar.

Shortly after that, he continued ravishing that hot, tight sheath whilst leaning over to meet Algra’s parted lips and top the ravishing they were giving their lover with a tender kiss of their own.

* * * * *

The next day started a lot better than it ended. As he arose to consciousness he couldn’t quite tell which limbs were his until he had unravelled himself from the two beauties he’d fallen asleep with. Outside, the light of dawn was peeking through the gap in the tent’s canopy. He awoke feeling oddly refreshed considering he couldn’t have had all that much sleep in the few hours since they had fallen still.

Giving Janette and Algra a parting kiss each, neither of them stirred as he unlaced himself from between them and stood to dress. This became something of a problem given that lying between two nude sex goddesses had given him some very pleasant dreams and his cock was jutting out in front of him like a flag pole.

He eventually managed to wrestle the kraken back into his tight trunks before slipping on his discarded boots and making for the entrance to the tent. Taking one final look back at the women on the bed, he felt the familiar pleasant tinge of regret at leaving them there. This soon combined with the anticipation of knowing he’d have them again when night fell to leave him feeling quite content as he stepped out in amidst the circle of tents that made up Bolut’s camp.

It was then that he spied Talina walking from the main road toward the campfire. She wore the same cloak that she had when they had first met. Dark material swept about her slender frame as she stepped forth. Much of the orcish encampment had yet to rouse for the morning, and that left the two largely alone together for the time being. Upon seeing him, she smiled and raised her hand to wave, for her approach had not yet grown close enough for them to speak without waking up the whole camp.

Gregory stifled a slightly frustrated noise in the back of his throat when he saw she was wearing her usual courtesan’s attire beneath the cloak. The little bikini was pulled smoothly over her petite breasts and the strings rested over her beautifully rounded hips. If it hadn’t been for Torren, he’d have had her right there in the dirt on seeing that beautiful sight in the morning sun. As it was, he cleared his throat and stepped forwards to her.

“Master is pleased to see me?” Talina offered a naughty smile as her eyes lowered to the rampant trunk that was still straining against his small leather garment.

“You know I’m always pleased to see you, Talina,” Gregory couldn’t help but laugh, he’d even gotten used to her teasing. That didn’t seem to make the teasing any less effective, but he did manage not to blush furiously at her every word anymore.

“Then I am pleased.” Her gaze flicked back up to meet his.

“What are you doing up this early?”

“I was fulfilling a duty for Emmet. It was nothing important, master,” she dismissed his question with a tactful grace before shifting the direction of the conversation elsewhere. “Ah! But I almost forgot! Come.”

I’m nearly there. Greg privately thought upon that last order from the pretty courtesan. He cast a longing glance at the tent where he’d been headed, knowing full well that Lydia and Fiona would happily sate his desires for him. Instead, he looked back to Talina and gave her a small bow of acquiescence before letting her take the lead toward Torren’s tent.

He hadn’t been around Talina all that much since she’d taken the blacksmith as her lover. Sure, he was happy for them both, but there was something inside him that made him very uncomfortable around the beautiful courtesan. It was like some animal was whispering in his ear. We made her ours! We need her! Take her!

That, combined with his downright rabid libido made him feel like quite the creep. So he kept his eyes forward as they walked side by side together and his muscles wouldn’t seem to relax.

“Master? Are you well?” She seemed to notice the uncharacteristically stiff manner in which he was walking.

“Yeah, I’m just…” He thought about making some excuse, then remembered who he was talking to and decided outright honesty was the best policy. “I’m really fucking horny.”

“Hmmm, I have noticed you often have that problem.”

“Huh?”

“Master, you are hardly ever not horny. Even when you mind is on other matters, all it takes is the slightest of invitations and you seem ready. That is very odd.”

“What? I figured it was just, y’know, being a guy.”

“Have you truly always felt like this?”

Gregory thought about that for a moment. Actually, he hadn’t exactly felt the need to give the old one eyed monster a tug nearly as many times as before. Then again, he hadn’t had any beautiful, sexy women to tempt him.

“I guess I’ve amped it up a little since we first came here. It’s just, you know, with Algra and Janette, Fiona and Lydia, Valise and you. It’s kind of hard to keep the snake in the cage, you know?”

“And nor should you.” Talina lifted her hand to give his shoulder an affectionate pat. “But master, I am Torren’s fantasy. He lusts after me a great deal. He is also young and strong. Yet even he needs to take a little while after being with me to recover. You, on the other hand, have just spent all night constantly making love to two women and then awoken four hours later ready for more. That is not normal. Fun, no doubt, but not normal.”

“Ok, now you put it like that I guess I am stretching the limits of what’s biologically possible. Should I be worried? Is there like, a humping sickness around here or something?”

“Ha! No, my master. Not that I know of, and I know of many ailments. It is just strange, and I thought it time that you should be made aware of it. You don’t seem to have noticed.”© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.