A Sex Slave To Alien Masters (Erotica)

“Because he’s in love with her,” Gregory answered.

“Because he’s in lo- Uh? You knew?”

“Yeah. He doesn’t exactly hide it that well, and I’ve seen how he looks at her. I’ve been giving that look all my life to girls I was too shy to talk to. Janette got the brunt of it before we got here.”

“Huh. I didn’t realise until he took me aside and clonked me over the head with a cooking pot. I’d been teasing him about them going off into the woods together.”

“Well you are an idiot when it comes to women,” Frelki noted with some satisfaction.

“It comes from lack of practice, and women generally being too unpredictable to try to predict.” Nullik nodded as if bearing the wisdom of the ages on the matter.

Frelki rolled her eyes and shook her head.

“Anyway,” Nullik went on, “the point is that he’s infatuated with her. And I take it that you, oh great lancer of wanton vagina that you are, gave Ulla a good seeing to before he found out about it?”

Gregory choked on the cup of water he’d been in the process of taking a drink from. Lancer of wanton vagina? Christ, he hoped that wasn’t going to be a title that stuck.

“I did not do anything with Ulla, alright? I don’t even like her that much!” He protested whilst keeping the sputtering to a minimum.

“Oh, come on!” Nullik gave him a knowing side-glance. Most of the others were equally suspicious of Gregory’s excuse.

“Ok, I mean she’s gorgeous, but who isn’t around here? You all spend about 12 hours a day working out for crying out loud. It’s hottie central around here. That’s not even counting…” He trailed off as he looked over to Valise, of whom he’d been about to say something quite revealing.

She smiled at him whilst drawing her lower lip between her teeth in amusement. Apparently she didn’t mind the idea of revealing that they were an item, and given the noises he brought out of her when they were together she doubted anyone didn’t know about it. Although she didn’t appear self-conscious, she did find it rather funny that he was.

“Ahem,” Gregory continued whilst ignoring the way his cheeks felt like they were re-entering the atmosphere after a short journey through outer space. “I just meant to say that I’m not arguing she’s attractive, ok? It’s her personality that makes the idea about as appealing as sticking my head in a bucket of live slugs. And why the hell would I go be with someone I didn’t like? I don’t know if you guys have noticed but I’m not exactly starved for that kind of attention around here.”

“You mean that she offered and you really said no to her?” Frun was awed at the prospect.

“Well of course I did. She insulted Algra.”

“What did Ulf see then?” Nullik asked.

“That’s between me, Ulf and Ulla.” Gregory didn’t want to let it out that Ulla had put it all out there on display and he’d turned her down. He didn’t like her, but that just felt cruel. “He just got the wrong impression.”

“So, wait, hold on a sec here…” Nullik mimicked Frelki’s earlier gesture of pinching the spot between his eyes with his fingertips whilst shaking his head in frustration. “You’re saying that not only did our alpha just get our collective asses kicked out of spite towards you. But that you didn’t actually do the thing he’s pissed off at you for in the first place? Why the hell didn’t you tell him?”

“I tried! He wouldn’t hear anything I said, and I didn’t want to have it out in front of you guys because it’d only have embarrassed him and Ulla more.”

“You need to talk with him.” Frelki spoke up, sounding equally annoyed at the situation. “Soon.”

“I will, alright? I’ll tell him everything. Right now I think we should head out to the glade and do some basic routines to try and make up for today. Who’s with me?”

“I can’t lift my arm,” Nullik grunted.

“Then I see a lot of running in your immediate future. C’mon, I’ll run with you. We can all keep at it until we burn out the frustration.”

“I have a lot of frustration,” Frun said.

“Then we’ll make a lot of progress, won’t we? Now let’s move. Hey, I won’t take the alpha position but if you guys want me in charge then I’ll be deputy-alpha for a while and deputy-alpha says we train our butts off.”

“There’s no such thing as-” Nullik began.

“I’m with you, Gregory Hopkins.” Wrut nodded and stood up to his feet.

“As am I.” Frun stood alongside him.

“Let’s get going then,” Frelki nodded and stood after Valise finished administering some oily substance on her bruise.

“Tch, fine! I guess I can’t complain about having a sore arm if Wrut’s going, can I?”

“Valise? Will you come along to make sure we don’t accidentally injure ourselves further?” Gregory asked.

She nodded before picking up the medical bag that had become a familiar companion to her when she was around them.

“Right then, back to work it is. Let’s see what we can manage before dark.”

– – – – –

The sun settled down beneath the trees, setting the sky alight in waves of orange and red, and Ulf Bloodwrath found himself sat in the empty stands of a proving pit. The day’s training had ended and the slaves had resettled the sand for the next day, leaving him alone with his troubles.

It had turned out that those troubles were plentiful enough to spread around, and he’d gotten his pack beaten down because of them. What’s more, a part of him knew this. It brought up a great deal of shame and self loathing that had been bubbling deep in his gut since he’d marched away in a rage that afternoon. He should go to them and ask their forgiveness for being such an idiot.

The only problem with that was that doing so would clearly involve speaking with Gregory, and every time he laid eyes on the human he couldn’t stop replaying the memory of Ulla standing naked before him. She’d offered herself to the human. The thought kept circling in his head. It was no business of his who she offered herself to, but the idea never failed to set his bubbling stew of dark feelings alight into a white-hot rage.Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

So his head had driven him to seek solitude until he could get his heart under control again. It was proving to be a cruelly slow process, and he eventually sank his head down into his hands in an effort to steady a world that felt as if it burned hotter with every passing breath.

“That was a terrible match. You’re all atrocious at fighting like that.” The voice rising from behind him was the last person he expected to find there.