A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

“Let us make you ready.”

I wanted to tease him, so I bit his lower jaw gently. “Do you want to punish me?” I asked breathlessly, Looking into his eyes.

The erotic way Damien had of punishing me for perceived naughtiness made me burn with desire for him. He didn’t take the bait, though and ignored the biting.

“Lay down,” he coaxed pushing me back, “you do not need such stimulation as that right now.”

Damien’s lips were on mine and his tongue was in my mouth as soon as my back touched the cover. Kein’s sweet Lips were covering my breasts with attention and Evan had wormed his way between my thighs.

Soft kisses and gentle licks brought me to the verge of orgasm and then Damien pushed his Brothers away to sink into my flesh.

“Find your pleasure,“ Damien coaxed as Christof’s hand slipped between us and strummed my clit as I was filled.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

Deep grey eyes watched me as my mouth opened in a soundless cry. The stimulation was unbearably pleasurable and I clenched tightly on Damien.

He moved with great control as I writhed and panted beneath him.

The men were sweet and gentle with me. Each of them Laid me on my back and took me slowly. I did everything they liked, but they didn’t get excited or lose control.

I came under them in sweet, cresting waves. Frankly, I wasn’t sure how they got enough stimulation to get themselves off. No matter how hard I pushed they maintained the same slow, methodical rate. It was frustrating.

The pace began to make me restless. I needed their raw, masculine energy. It was what I was used to. It wasn’t clear where this new softer side was coming from. C0pyright © 2024 Nôv)(elDrama.Org.

The picture came into focus when Evan grabbed my hips and started to take me more roughly. Damien slapped his shoulder and told him to slow down. Kein warned him not to hurt me. They thought I was sick.

“I’m not ill,” I panted grabbing Evan’s hair and twisting my fingers in it, “fuck me harder.”

The Brothers had decided and my words fell on deaf ears. Evan took his time and although the sweat formed on his brow, he didn’t increase the speed or power of his thrusts.

“Grow your teeth and do me,” I demanded pulling harder on his hair.

My hands were pulled away and restrained beside my head on the bed.

“You are weak, Sister,” he murmured lapping at the sweat on my neck, “frail and weak. I do not wish to hurt you. Let us join tenderly.”

It did feel good, in a completely vanilla sort of way. They eventually released my hands and I stroked Evan in a Loving manner.

Christof was last and it was the same with him. I tried again to convince him and he almost listened. The pull of the family bond won out though.

“Thin humans are healthy,” I said once Christof rolled off of me. “On my planet we spend lots of time and money to be thin.”

Damien’s gaze travelled across my form and he spoke, “You are not just thin. You are malnourished. It will make your bones weak and your skin fragile. If this continued your hair would fall out and so would your teeth,” he stated bluntly.