A Sex Slave To Alien Masters (Erotica)

Janette immediately returned his laugh at that, although the others merely looked at each other with a slight concern that their master and lover might have gone a bit crazy. They did seem a little reassured by Janette’s laughter, however.

“So,” Janette continued, “we thought that whilst your pack party out there, we could have our own party in here. Algra?”

Janette turned to the orc, who was also clearly enjoying Gregory’s reaction and soon crawled up to kneel at the foot of the bed beside Janette.

“It is a rite of passage for an orc to claim a lover after their first victory. As my mate, it is my right to be the one you claim first.” She spoke the words as if clearly marking her territory before turning to Janette and kissing the beautiful redhead full on the lips.This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Gregory watched the gorgeous display of the two females as they locked lips together and their tongues began exploring each other’s mouths. Soon enough, their arms encircled one another in a tight embrace that flattened their large tits together. Algra’s hand lifted up to grasp a handful of Janette’s hair and pull the girl away, leaving them both panting as they stared into each other’s eyes with unchecked lust for a moment and then both simultaneously turned back to face Gregory.

“I shall be the first, my mate.” Algra stated firmly; her gaze lowering to the growing lump in his trunks. “I won’t be the last.”

“We’re all really proud of you, Greg,” Janette said in a breathy voice. “And we don’t want to see you lose. So every time you come home from a big win, we’ll be here waiting for you. Right?” She turned to look at Lydia and Fiona.

Both the courtesans moved to kneel together beside the girl and the orc at the foot of the bed. Once there, they happily embraced each other and mimicked the kiss that Algra had given Janette. Fiona’s modest breasts with their pretty, pointy nipples were soon cushioned against Lydia’s voluptuous tits as the women swirled their tongues together. When their kiss finally broke, they looked toward Gregory with matching grins.

“Our master pleases us a great deal, doesn’t he, Fiona?” Lydia asked. There was a playful hint of teasing in her voice.

“Oh yes, we would be more than happy to do anything our master asks.” Though the message was clearly echoed, there was something a good deal more honest in Fiona’s tone that burned hot in her cat-like, emerald gaze.

“His victory was well earned. And if our mistresses want our help in fucking our sexy master witless, then who are we to argue?” Lydia fluttered her eyelashes innocently.

“Although we should all take a moment to mention the real un-sung hero of the day,” Janette added sombrely. “Greg’s trunks. I mean, our man here has just won his first battle, but those things struggle every day in keeping that monster at bay. Just look at that.” She pointed toward the huge, straining bulge in Gregory’s crotch. “Day after day, putting up against that strain and never giving up the fight. Trunks, we salute you.”

Janette lifted her hand to smash her fist just above her breasts before extending her arm in an orcish salute. The other women had all been snickering at her words and immediately played along, kneeling up straight and saluting alongside her.

“Alright, wise-ass.” He rolled his eyes, but the smile that had grown upon his features never quite disappeared. Reaching down, he hooked his thumbs into the hem of his trunks and pulled them down his legs. Stopping only to kick off his boots, he pulled the trunks off his feet and threw them aside to stand up naked before them. “There, now their watch has ended. Feel better?”

Casually getting naked in front of the four horny women certainly shifted the level of tension in the room. Rather than the playful salutes he’d last been offered, he instead found four pairs of eyes now locked on the jutting shaft rising up from between his legs. Lydia licked her lips at the sight of it, Algra let out a growl of approval, and he was pretty damn sure he could hear Fiona start purring.

Stepping forth toward them, he prepared himself for whatever fun they might have in store.

“Uh-uh,” Janette shook her head when he stood before them. Reaching out, she grasped his aching member with one hand and placed her other upon his chest to halt his advance. “Although we here at Sexy Incorporated encourage our man to vigorously fuck us ’till we scream; we’re not quite so into it when he comes from the proving pits smelling like a giant sweaty armpit.”

“Hey! I do not smell like a-” Gregory complained; only to be swiftly silenced by Algra clamping a hand over his mouth and putting a finger to her lips.

“So, we’re going to start out with a bath, right ladies?” she turned her head to Lydia and Fiona who jumped over the end of the bed as if on cue.

The feline female and her voluptuous friend quickly flanked him from either side, slipping his arms between their breasts whilst grasping his hands in theirs to lead him. Beside the bed he saw a couple of fresh steaming buckets of water along with the soaps and oils the women favoured to keep themselves clean.

“You know what?” Gregory said. “I don’t think there’s anything I want to do more right now than spend time in a sex-knot with you ladies. That being said, after today I think a hot bath definitely notches in at second place. Thanks.”

“And that’s not all!” Janette yelled out like a game show host. “Lydia, what else has he won?”

Fiona and Lydia guided him on to a small wooden stool where they would begin to bathe him. Gregory felt his strained muscles seem to almost literally creak as he shifted to take a seat on the stool in front of the bed. Lydia took Janette’s cue and happily swished over to the bedside and poured him out an icy cool tankard of ale before walking back over to hand it to him. He grabbed the metal cup and gratefully took a large gulp whilst Fiona strode around to his back and began kneading his shoulders with her fingers.

“I don’t deserve you guys,” he noted after groaning with pleasure.

“Probably not, but we’re happy to have you anyway.” Lydia bent over to plant a loving kiss on his cheek before moving over to prepare her washcloths.

“Alright, so a bath, a beer, and what else do you think completes that picture? I know! A football match on TV! That’s what guys like, right?” Jan asked, lifting a finger into the air victoriously.