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.

mixture of lust and post fight adrenaline. Fighting with me had riled him in ways

L A ‘s L I B R

won,” I purred crawling toward him.

dream. Using just my teeth, I tugged at the laces holding his breeches together. Damien’s beautiful cock slowly

of Damien’s essence appeared and I pressed my tongue to it, sucking and tasting.

Damien rasped. “Look at me while

applied long fake glittery lashes to my real ones. In the dream I had those eyes. Beautiful, glittering

fucked my mouth harder. I sucked and licked feeling the texture change under my tongue.

my head as I made Love to Damien with

moved me, cramming himself into my throat with each thrust.

before he finished. My body sprawled on the bed and

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