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.

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,

E L A ‘s L I

won,” I purred crawling toward him.

my teeth, I tugged

tip. A bit of Damien’s essence appeared and I pressed my tongue to it, sucking and tasting. Strong hands grasped

at me while you take

woman at the salon had applied long fake glittery lashes to my real ones. In

the texture change under my tongue. Damien’s tool was not a

I made Love to Damien with

with each thrust. It made my eyes water

him before he finished. My body sprawled on

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