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.

of lust and post fight

N G E L A ‘s

crawling toward him. “Let me undress you and

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

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

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

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

feeling the texture change under my tongue. Damien’s tool was not a mystery in my mouth. I knew

my head as I made

into my throat with each thrust. It

sprawled on the bed and I struggled to sit up.

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