A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

I wanted to be dressed Like him, so I was. He growled low in his throat and took a fighting stance. Copying him, I held my pose until he rushed me.

We battled and somehow, I knew what I was doing. I parried and swung like a real Warrior. Damien had superior strength, even in the dream and soon had me pinned. Panting and struggling, he pressed me into the sand covering the ground.

“Change into what I want to see you in,” he growled in my ear. “I won.”

I wrapped my self in blue and silver. The gauzy dress tied in the front with a large bow. A present to my conquering hero.

Master Damien had no patience right now for my humor. A slim silver knife appeared in his hand and he sliced the fabric away from me. His eyes glinted with lust as he peeled the remainder of the gauze from my body.

I was lifted from the ground and we walked out of the stadium and into the bedroom. It was a strange transition, but it made perfect sense in the dream. Damien was not going to let me control this and make him take his pleasure outside. He tossed me onto the bed and stood watching me.

Righting myself, I got to my knees. Damien was panting with a mixture of lust and post fight adrenaline. Fighting with me had riled him in ways he enjoyed, we’d have to do it again.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

“You won,” I purred crawling toward him. “Let me undress you and pleasure you.”

He wore pants that laced up the front in my dream. Using just my teeth, I tugged at the laces holding his breeches together. Damien’s beautiful cock slowly emerged from his pants.

Much like our first blow job, I flicked my tongue over the tip. A bit of Damien’s essence appeared and I pressed my tongue to it, sucking and tasting. Strong hands grasped my head and the fleshy Length pressed into me.

“Look at me,” Damien rasped. “Look at me while you take my cock.”

I’d had my eyes done once for a school dance. The woman at the salon had applied long fake glittery lashes to my real ones. In the dream I had those eyes. Beautiful, glittering green eyes begged Damien for more.

He gasped at the sight and fucked my mouth harder. I sucked and licked feeling the texture change under my tongue. Damien’s tool was not a mystery in my mouth. I knew what he Liked and it was easy to provide.

Large hands controlled my head as I made Love to Damien with my mouth.

Faster and faster he moved me, cramming himself into my throat with each thrust. It made my eyes water and my pussy clench.

I was tossed back away from him before he finished. My body sprawled on the bed and I struggled to sit up. Damien attacked me, pushing me down.

He towered over my form and forced himself between my thighs. He dared me with his eyes to try to deny him.

Licking my Lips, I stretched out beneath him. My arms raised above my head and my thighs parted giving him access. Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

“I am yours, Damien,” I said softly, “take anything you wish.”

He never needed permission, but he liked it. The willingness to be taken by him and be controlled by him was beautiful to Damien. It made the taking sweeter as his cock slowly sank into me.

We rocked together in blissful harmony. My body had longed for the sensation of Damien’s cock filling me. He was perfection. I grabbed at him and called his name as I came undone beneath him.

“I love you, Damien,” I cried as he spasmed and rocked into me.

I loved them completely. In their warm embrace, in our old bed in the compound I rested the remainder of the night.