A Sex Slave To Alien Masters (Erotica)

He’d never had the pleasure of having a woman so ravenously suck him like that without a hint of reserve and no sign at all of stopping. A small flare of alarm ran through him when he grew concerned that she’d eventually need to breathe. Then he started to feel the air on the tip of his cock each time her lips reached its base and remembered her gills. The little slits on the sides of her neck fluttered slightly to show a glimpse of pink frills each time she dropped her head down into his crotch. Apparently, they filtered air just as well in the open as they did underwater, and he’d be damned if that wasn’t one hell of a trick.

It was also a trick too far, and he could no longer hold back against the onslaught of slurpy pleasure she was giving him.

“G-gonna…” he should have worked out a signal.

She seemed to take the hint, and did something outright pornographic in response. Her mouth quickly relinquished his member with a final, loving suck that finished with her lips poised just above the tip. The first thick spurt of warm cream erupted directly onto those lips, and she quickly parted them to let the second splash against her tongue. If anything, the sight of her lovingly guzzling his seed in front of him only served to intensify his climax; and her hand took up its former stroking to urge more from him.

When she grasped his length in her hand she shifted its angle enough that the third gush was sent along the side of her cheek, leaving a gooey trail all the way to her ear. It took her a moment to adjust her aim before that long snake-like tongue slid out to wrap around his peak and make sure the final spurts were aimed squarely between her lips.

The orgasm was so intense that it seemed to leave his ears ringing, although that might still have been a side effect of hitting his head against the tree. It left him to watch in a pleasant daze as she drew her tongue back into her mouth and swished his cum around it to savour the flavour before swallowing. It slipped out again soon after to run along her cheek, cleaning it of his cream before it escaped on its route down over her chin.

Quite a few of the women he’d been with had put on similar performances. Some he felt were largely for his benefit rather than their enjoyment, or rather that their enjoyment arose from making him feel so damned good. The mermaid was different. She just genuinely seemed to love the taste of cum to the point where it seemed like she’d almost forgotten he was there. Every little drop of it disappeared into her mouth before she drew her attention back to the source, and returned her lips to it to suck out anything that might have remained with diligent enthusiasm.

Once she was satisfied that he had no more left to give her, she smiled up at him like the cat that caught the canary. He smiled back, glad to know she remembered where his face was.NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

“Nice to meet you, too,” he chuckled.

She swished her tail primly, and then looked back to the water with a sense of urgency. It seemed like she might have been late for something. When she turned back to him, there was a degree of conflict in her expression. By now he knew that expression well since he’d worn it quite a few times himself. Should I stay here and have more fun, or go do what I need to do?

In the end, it seemed she opted for the latter, but not before she shifted her arms to crawl over him and, after only a moment’s hesitation, she placed a light kiss on his lips. It was barely a feather-light touch of her mouth to his, but afterward she shifted backward as if she’d just done something she really wanted to but probably shouldn’t have. Her smile had turned shy and expectant. He didn’t really know what to make of it. She didn’t have a problem guzzling his cum, but kissing on the mouth was clearly something she took very seriously.

“Yeah, I like you too,” he said. “I mean, you’re nuts, but I practically expect that around here.”

That smile of hers widened before she looked back to the river. Her entire body then shifted with such power that the long tail propelled her up into the air. The leap was high enough that she could form a smooth and perfect dive to disappear under the flowing water. She didn’t come back up.

“Bye, I guess.” He waved to the waves.

A feminine, webbed hand stuck up from a ways downstream and waved back. Then it disappeared and she was gone.

Gregory laughed at that, and it took him quite a while to manage to stop laughing. He felt exhausted, naked, fucked, and utterly baffled.

Just another afternoon on Arolius.

– – – – –

“You have lost your mind, old man!” Talina hissed. She wanted to yell at him, but not every conversation was suited to yelling.

“I understand your concern, but-”

“My concern!? How can we not speak of this to him? I serve him. He is my master.” She made to turn and march toward Gregory’s tent.

Emmet moved faster than it seemed possible he could and clamped a bony hand down around her arm to hold her back. She didn’t quite know where that burst of agility had come from, but it frustratingly showed up with a side of strength. More than enough to hold her back for a few moments.

“I serve him too, Talina. And I believe in him. I believe in his promise that he will search out my brother’s family and bring them here. I also believe that informing him of this conspiracy right now will do him no good.”

Emmet might have been strong, but he wasn’t comfortable with his strength and she easily twisted free of his grip with a simple movement of her arm. Although she didn’t continue to advance toward the tent, and appeared to be giving Emmet the benefit of the doubt.

“Explain,” she finally demanded.

“Very well,” he lowered his hands and stuffed them back inside his long sleeves. “Our young master has an unimaginable amount of pressure on his shoulders right now. He might not be the alpha of his pack, but they are following his lead and adapting his ideas. They are all looking to him to win their next proving. He isn’t used to being a leader. I know that he seems strong, but there is a great fight ahead of him and he knows it. Algra is worried, and she knows more about battle than all but the war chief. It would not do to place any unnecessary-”

“Unnecessary!?” Talina wasn’t easily shocked but even she had trouble reining in her disbelief at Emmet’s assessment. “Emmet, he is being targeted by-”

“By one of the most powerful orcs in the encampment,” he finished with a nod of agreement. “Damn right. So what can Gregory do about it? Do you think that Grolfir would side with him against Wren? The warchief might have a fondness for the boy, but I don’t think it extends quite that far. Besides, even if he did side with him then there would be a challenge from every orc in the upper ranks to take his title. Or do you think they would like him for siding with a human over an orc based on only the human’s word? Does Gregory have enough power to unseat Wren as an elder? He isn’t even proven.”

Talina was left to wrack her mind for an argument against that but none were forthcoming. Instead she settled for gritting her teeth in anger.

“So, we should keep this to ourselves,” Emmet pressed on, “tell Gregory that Rolk wishes him direct harm, by all means. It will focus him on defeating the Berserkers, and that’s where we want him. Do not inform him that there is a conspiracy against him. It is for us to handle the matter.”