A Sex Slave To Alien Masters (Erotica)

The seating area around the proving pit was still filled with orcs, many of whom had given up cheering and begun discussing the fight that had just happened. Gregory scanned the crowd and found that there was a notable absence amongst the collection of green-tusked faces. Ulag had departed at some point in the fight.

He went to pick up his fallen shield and then quickly made for the entrance to the pit to run up out of the dug-out incline leading down there. Given the relative absence of any other orcs in the training grounds, it wasn’t difficult to spot the proving master walking away back toward his own tent. Taking a deep breath to gather his courage once again, Gregory marched after him with purpose in his stride.

“Master!” he called out after closing some distance between them.

Ulag didn’t stop his advance.

“Hey!” he called again, louder and with less deference in his tone.

It didn’t stop the proving master’s advance, and he continued to ignore his pursuer.

“Oi! Shit for brains!” Deference truly had left the building.

That stopped Ulag in his tracks, and he slowly turned to face Gregory with a dangerously cold expression on his face. After letting him close the ground between them, Ulag lashed out to shove the human whelp back onto his ass.

“You would dare speak to me in this way, pup?” Ulag growled.

“Well I tried doing it the way I was supposed to, but it wasn’t working,” Gregory said.

Ulag glanced over his head back toward the proving pits. “Yes. You did.” He paused a moment with his thoughts, and then he reached out to offer the human a hand to get up.

Fearing that he might be about to lose whatever limb he gave Ulag, Gregory hesitated for a moment before gritting his teeth and taking the offered hand. Instead of breaking bones, the proving master simply hauled him up to his feet before giving him a shove backward to look him over.

“What do you want, pup?” Ulag asked.

Surprised at the blunt question, Gregory gave a small nod before setting out to say what he’d come to say.

“You don’t seem to like me very much.” He left that statement hanging there for a moment, and Ulag didn’t argue the point. “That’s fine, I guess. I don’t like you very much either. I just wanted to make sure that whatever the hell kind of grudge you’ve got going against me is aimed at me and me alone in the future. The Runts are a good pack, and they’ll make good proven orcs when all this is over. I don’t want them getting seriously hurt or dishonoured because you can’t keep your damned temper in check.”

Ulag’s eyes widened at the human’s words, and then narrowed into a much more dangerous expression.

“You think I do not know my purpose, human? I have tended these grounds since before your father knew your mother’s name.”

“I think that if you pull any shit like pitting my friends against those asshole Berserkers when they could barely defend themselves then you’ll land square on my shit list.” Gregory stepped forward, standing his ground against the far more dangerous orc elder. “I don’t give a damn if you make my life hell. I don’t care if you try to break me in half. I will make you regret hurting my friends. And before you growl and snarl and tell me the endless names of your fallen enemies? Just remember that the last guy who pissed me off wound up burning alive after I’d decorated my knuckles with his blood. You want to hurt me? Hurt me. Just keep the Runts out of it.”

With that, Gregory turned and walked away leaving Ulag watching him depart in stunned silence.

– – – – –

Walking out of the proving grounds was a tense affair for Gregory. It’s never easy to turn your back on an 8ft green killing machine that you’ve just royally pissed off, even at the best of times. Thankfully, Ulag chose not to follow him and he took that as a sign that his words had landed the way he’d wanted them to. He breathed easier after walking out through the black arch to take his leave of the place; heading on back to his camp and the celebrations that were doubtless beginning already.

Unfortunately, he was halted in his tracks after barely more than twenty paces as a figure stepped out from behind a low palisade wall where she’d been sat waiting his arrival. Ulla Strongblood strode before him with a determined expression on her features.

His first thought was: Oh shit, not now. Upon seeing her, he braced himself for some sort of attack.

“What do you want, Ulla?” he eventually asked her after they had been staring each other down for half a minute.

“I want you to come with me,” she said.

“You haven’t exactly earned a big shipment of trust lately, you know.”

“I wish to rejoin the Runts. I would speak with you about it.”

“If you want to sign up with us again then that’s fine with me. Ulf is the one you need to ask though.”

“I have a problem with you, Gregory Hopkins. I wish to see it resolved with words rather than fists. I would not fight at your side until the matter is resolved.”

“Right, and on your honour, you’re not planning on turning me into a sack of broken bones?”Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

She shook her head firmly. “That is not my wish.”

“Alright then, but I can’t be long. I’d like to get back to everyone before they drink all the beer.”

Her determination faltered and a hint of a smile crept across her features before she nodded her agreement and led the way. With a sigh and a slight shake of his head, he went to join her.