A Sex Slave To Alien Masters (Erotica)

Gregory was left somewhat dumbfounded by this. He thought that Ulag might condone a rematch for his pack, but didn’t see any way in hell the old bastard would turn away the chance to see the human get beaten by an almost full-strength pack. So, when he didn’t insist that the match continue, and instead quietly stood up and left his seat, Gregory breathed a sigh of relief.

He then turned back to see their opponents had already begun to take their leave.

Without thinking much about it, he jogged up to Dreadlocks and called out.

“Hey,” he rounded to step in front of him. Every one of his pack members growled aggressively as if Gregory might have been coming back for more. It made him pause for a moment before bowing his head before Dreadlocks and smashing his fist against his chest in a classic orc salute. “We dishonoured you today by not giving you our best fight. On my own honour, it will not happen again.”

Dreadlocks paused a moment, and then offered a respectful nod of his own head before quietly striding past Gregory with the rest of his pack in tow.

This left Gregory feeling like he could actually breathe again for the first time since he’d walked into the pits that day. Now all he had to do was get to the rest of the Runts and get their shit together without getting himself killed in the process. No problem, right?

Right, because everything around there was just that easy.

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Later, at Bolut’s camp, The Runts sat around the fire whilst Valise deftly moved between them one at a time to tend their wounds. A silence had fallen over them, and each sat staring into the flames of the campfire. As usual, such a silence could not hope to survive for long with Nullik in attendance.

“I am bloody well not doing that again,” he grunted before wincing as Valise rubbed ointment into his arm. “I thought you said that was supposed to numb the pain?”

“It will, but it isn’t instantaneous. Perhaps next time you might try parrying your opponents’ weapon with your own rather than trying to use your forearm. It’s a wonder the bone didn’t snap in half.”

“I like to be unpredictable.” He propped his elbow upon his knee and glumly set his chin in his hand. “And I really am not doing that again.”

“We may have to. If Ulf doesn’t come around before our rematch.” Frun lowered his head and stared down between his feet. He didn’t sound remotely enthusiastic about the prospect of that rematch.

“Ulf can go take a long walk off a short pier if he pulls that shit again,” Nullik’s lips curled back over his teeth. “I actually got good when he was giving us ideas.” He unseated his head from his uninjured limb to point at Gregory. “The women were looking at me after our last fight. And for once I didn’t feel like they felt I was akin to something they’d just wiped off their boot.”

“We must do as our alpha commands,” Frun frowned and raised his head to look at Nullik.

“Right, so I say that if our alpha keeps being a total asshole then we pick ourselves a new alpha.”

“I’m not going to do that, Nullik,” said Gregory. All heads turned to face him. “Like it or not, I wouldn’t even have a pack if Ulf hadn’t taken me in with you guys. I’m not going to take anything from him.”

“But that’s-”

“The right thing to do?” Frelki cut off Nullik’s protest.

“Whether it’s right or not is beside the point.” Wrut’s voice rumbled forth, taking everyone by surprise. The big guy was usually an orc of few words. “The point of the provings is to prove ourselves as a pack effective enough to bring battle to our enemies. We have weaknesses that hinder that goal, but the human has shown us that we also have strengths that can make us just as dangerous on the battlefield as any war pack. To wilfully continue doing things the old way and ignore those strengths is not only foolish, but it disrespects the proving grounds themselves.”

“See? Even Wrut agrees that Ulf can’t keep this up!” Nullik’s excitement at finding such support made him temporarily forget that his arm was injured and he tried to lift it up. Valise’s ointment had begun to work, but it wasn’t quite effective enough to deal with that strain, and there was a disturbing click of the bones in his elbow followed by a scream of pain from the orc himself.

“Idiot!” Valise yelled before bringing the arm back to its former position. “I told you not to move!”

“I didn’t know that included gesticulating, alright?” Nullik privately decided to pay more attention to the elf’s wisdom in future. “So if we have to convince a human to be our alpha then how about we play it like a human would and take a goat?”

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“I think he means ‘take a vote’,” Valise suggested before beginning to wrap some soft linen bandages around Nullik’s arm.

“No, I meant ‘take a goat’.” Nullik rolled his eyes condescendingly at the elf and then looked at the others. “You know, that thing that humans do where everyone steals a goat and then puts them in a coloured pen owned by whoever wants to be the human leader after painting their horns to match. What the fuck is a ‘vote’, anyway?”

Frelki shook her head in disbelief.

“Who the hell taught you about humans?” she asked.

“Talina! I asked her how humans decide their leaders and mentioned I’d heard something about goats and she filled me in.” There was a long pause as he looked between everyone, all of whom were staring at him as if a small tree had started growing out of his head. “What? What’s wrong? Isn’t that right?”

“I can’t believe this,” Frelki shook her head whilst pinching the spot between her eyes in frustration. “A vote is what humans do to decide who some of their leaders are, or what laws should pass. They usually drop a coloured stone into a box, or more often they just shout out “yes” or “no”.”

“Alright, so where do the goats come into it then?”

“There are no bloody goats, you moron! Why the hell would the human leaders want everyone to steal fucking goats!?” Frelki considered hitting Nullik up-side the head, but Valise chose that moment to tie a particularly tight loop of her bandage around his arm that made him squeal and she felt suitably sated at that.

“Alright, alright, fine then! We’ll do the vole thing instead.”

“Vote!” Frelki looked like she was contemplating murder by that point.

“We won’t be doing anything.” Gregory finally settled the argument in a calm and level tone. This wasn’t exactly an easy thing to do given that he was seriously fighting the urge to roll on the floor laughing at that moment. Instead, he did his best to try to appear as serious about the matter as possible. “I told you, I won’t accept it. I’ll talk to Ulf and try to bring him around. I’ll challenge him if I have to, although I think he’ll win. Truth be told, I think he just needs to kick my ass to feel better about himself and then we’ll be back on course.”

“I don’t think you’re fully appreciating how hard-headed Ulf can be,” Frelki said.

“Or how much he wants to kick your ass,” Nullik added.

“Hey, I got a lesson in receiving an ass-kicking from The Berserkers. I’m not exactly relishing the idea, but Ulf can’t do much worse than that, right?” Gregory said.

“No,” Nullik paused to hiss in a breath through his teeth as Valise tied off his bandage and then moved to sit beside Frelki and examine the bruise that was rising under one of the girl’s arms. “It’ll be worse. One thing you never want to do with Ulf is suggest anything might ever be going on between him and Ulla. Know why?”