A Sex Slave To Alien Masters (Erotica)

“Hey! That was my guy!” Nullik complained, before ducking a swing of the alpha’s club. It was considerably easier since the alpha of the Bear Claws seemed to have a much harder time aiming the weapon after Frelki’s opening blow.

All but the alpha of the Bear Claws fell to one knee, and the proving grounds fell silent as the Runts surrounded him.

“Knock his fucking block off!” Janette yelled out over the tense moment.

When they began to close in for the victory, Gregory took a deep breath and shook his head before tapping Ulf on the arm with his shield. The alpha wore a thin smile moulded around his tusks, sensing his pack’s first victory. Yet he turned at the human’s gesture and saw the look in his friend’s eyes. Though he couldn’t quite believe it, he stopped his advance and in that moment the Runts all halted. After a final glance to the alpha of the Bear Claws, Ulf turned and nodded to Gregory.

“You sure?” Gregory asked.

“You have earned it.” Ulf lowered his weapons and stepped back.

There were a number of gasps heard throughout the proving grounds when the Runts stepped back, all except for Gregory who discarded his shield to the ground. His arm had already begun swelling from the impact of taking that first charge. It showed that he’d sustained a similar injury to the Bear Claw alpha; who was now eyeing him with a newfound degree of respect whilst getting back to his feet.

“Is he nuts!?” Janette turned to look at Algra, her eyes wide and terrified on seeing her boyfriend seemingly challenge a much larger opponent to single combat despite having a tremendous advantage.

“He has learned well,” Algra said; though she leaned forward in her own seat and watched with her own concern.

Without his shield, Gregory took his bat in both hands and readied himself whilst his opponent did the same. Then came the charge. Janette hid her face behind her hands. Algra leaned further in. The Bear Claw alpha raised his club as they were about to clash.

Gregory stopped just before the attack and feinted off to the left. By that point the Bear Claw alpha had built up so much momentum that there was simply no stopping. Not even when the human swept his leg under the charging alpha and sent him sprawling to the ground.

When he turned, the alpha found Gregory standing over him with his own club raised. After seeing that his weapon had fallen out of reach, the alpha looked up at the human in a moment of stunned silence. Then he slumped back down to signal he’d been beaten.

Only the flustered breathing of many orcs could be heard across the proving grounds, and for a moment it seemed that none could believe their eyes. Then Gregory lowered his bat and offered the hand of his good arm to his fallen enemy. The Bear Claw alpha stared at it for a few moments before reaching up and taking it.

“What’s your name?” Gregory asked, breaking the silence.

“Ragthur,” the alpha said after getting to his feet again.

“Good match, Ragthur.”

Ragthur looked at Gregory for a long moment, and then nodded his agreement.

“You won’t get us that way again,” he said.

“I know, but don’t worry though. I’m full of ideas.”

Ragthur waited a beat after that, and then burst out laughing.

The laughter deflated the tension across the proving grounds, and upon seeing the display of honour from the human, the orcs stood and roared a great cheer of approval.

Within the deafening noise of the cheer, Ragthur’s grip tightened on Gregory’s hand. The human tensed up again as he felt the orc pull him in close, but it wasn’t an overly aggressive gesture. In the end it appeared that Ragthur only wanted to impart a message in a more private tone.

“I thank you for not striking me in the balls with that last attack,” he said.

“Oh, no problem. I know you lot don’t have any rules against it, but where I come from it’s dishonourable to land a nut shot.”

“Oh? Perhaps humans aren’t always full of bad ideas then.”

With that, the former enemies shared a grin and walked back to their separate packs. All around them the proving grounds still applauded their fight, and gave their approval to the human running with one of their packs.

“That was a good fight,” Ulf said, stepping over to Gregory and putting his hand on his friend’s shoulder.

“Yeah. I managed to get through the whole thing without shitting myself.” Gregory nodded.

“Humans have strange expectations of battle,” Frelki said, wrinkling her nose.

“Hey, is Frun ok?” Gregory turned to look at the orc in his pack who had taken the most hits. He was leaning up against his halberd with the giant weapon planting firmly in the ground. Though he looked beaten, he too was smiling.

“I am well enough, Gregory.” Frun continued to lean on his cane whilst limping in closer.

“Sorry, man. I shouldn’t have put you on the edge like that. Next time we try something like that you’re in between me and Wrut. It was-”Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

“It was a good fight,” Frun interrupted. “Your idea worked well. It is a poor battle that has no hurt to it.”

“He’s right, Gregory,” Ulf said. “Don’t start questioning yourself over such things. It is good to be wary, but the plan worked. The Bear Claws are one of the best packs on the proving grounds and we beat them with every one of us still standing.”

“Yeah,” Nullik flashed a smile, “What miracles will you be performing for us next?”

Wrut elbowed him for that.

“Hey now, be careful, big guy. I’m a dangerous man with this thing.” Nullik twirled his staff expertly.

“That you are,” Gregory agreed. “Let’s celebrate Nullik’s awesomeness and our first win, shall we?”

“Now that sounds like a great idea!” Nullik stopped twirling at the mention of celebrations.

“We’ve got some things ready at the camp. Why don’t you all head on down there? I’ll be with you in a little bit.”

“You’re not joining us immediately?” Frelki seemed surprised and slightly disappointed at that.

“I’d like to have a word with Ulag.”

“Good luck chasing that crazed drake.” Nullik rolled his eyes.

“I’d still like to talk with him, if that’s alright.” He looked to Ulf who shrugged his approval, though didn’t seem to understand Gregory’s mind any better than Nullik. “Great, you all go start getting drunk. I’ll be there soon.”

“Yes, sir, Captain Tuskless!” Nullik offered a firm human-styled salute before bolting off toward Bolut’s camp. The rest of his pack laughed and then went off to join him.

Ulf was the last to depart, and he hesitated beside the human before nodding his head to him. “Thank you.” With that, he too followed the rest leaving Gregory feeling a little bowled over from Ulf’s gratitude.