A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

When I told him I loved him, he pulled me tight into a hug burying his face in my neck.

Kein spent his time playing with my breasts. He Licked, sucked, and then softly bit the supple skin. That I enjoyed his attention made it even better.

This was the first thing he saw at the auction. My large chest jutting out so proudly had called to him. When I had fought the air currents and showed them spirit by cursing at them, he had nearly cheered. It was a family decision to buy me, but it was Kein’s certainty that sold E30

Right now with his hands and mouth full of my chest, his cock was demanding satisfaction. I felt him slip into my ass as though he had oiled it. He felt the tight walls clench around him and groaned.

I wanted hands on my clit and in the dream, I felt them there. Master Christof’s long fingers played over me as Master Kein rode me. I got closer and closer to oblivion writhing against my lovers.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

“Come for us,” Master Damien demanded and I did.

My world shattered into sparks and then it happened again. Connected to them in the dream, I felt Kein’s orgasm Like it was my own. He bucked and writhed as I did beneath him.

“I love you, Kein.”

Christof was next. Had it been the real world, he would have been hugging the breath out of me.

“It has been too long,” he murmured into my ear, while stroking along my sides. “I have missed you so much.”

“You have no idea, my friend,” I whispered back to him.Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

My hands wrapped into his hair as I pulled his lips down to mine. We kissed and the scene changed. The sounds of the forest filled the air and I was on the ground with him over me in our favorite spot outside the Keepers.

“I think of you and wish we could come here again,” I said stroking his cheeks. “I enjoyed our time.”

“It isn’t a secret anymore,” he said nibbling my neck with his Brothers sitting around us. “We could all come here.”

His mouth dipped Lower down the line of my sternum across my belly. I grabbed him and wrestled with him. In the dream I was strong enough to pin him to the ground. Laughing, I impaled my flesh on his pole.

Stretching out across his body I made slow, languid Love to him. Master Kein noted my swaying breasts and flicked the rings with each swing. We rocked and kissed as the others stroked my back and buttocks. He came with gritted teeth and a low moan.

“I love you, Christof,” I told him as he recovered.

Crawling off Christof, I looked at Damien. I was ready to wrestle him down and take what I wanted.

“Oh really,” he said lifting an eyebrow. “You think you can take me.”

I grinned wickedly, pinning Christof had been easy. Damien couldn’t be much more difficult. He’d be down before the count of five.

The dream changed and we were in a stadium. I stood in my gauzy, flowing fabric and Damien was decked in his Warrior wear.

“You think you can dress me like this and I won’t win, Master Damien?”

I grinned, “I think not.”