A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

Christof laid behind me and kissed my neck as his Brothers wrestled. His hands drifted over my breasts down to cup my mons and play in the slick folds.

Kein made his demands known through the bond. He was next.

“Ciara is yours,” Christof soothed, “I only wished to keep her ready while you played.”

Christof was content behind me to watch his Brothers tussle.

He was also pleased about something else, but that was deeper and more hidden. Christof was pleased they did not refer to me as a slave in the bedroom and I was not required to call them Master. It was slow, but his Brothers were coming around to his way of thinking.

Slavery was wrong, in any form. If he had been bonded to them when they decided to go to the slave auction, he never would have allowed it. The sale of sentient beings was inappropriate and he had never understood the allure.

I turned to look at him and he smiled a sly smile at me. He’d never liked to treat me as a slave, but the push of the combined mind was strong. Fighting with them upset the balance, but subtle changes could be made.

friend. He was never my Master;

would upset them if they knew what we

bellowed and pinned Bane squarely

interference,” he

Kein. It was important not to concentrate

he looked dangerous and wild. I patted the bed in front of me and

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asked him when he was

had been before he was interrupted.

chest and started to move his

I answer him licking his

gentle. He knew what hurt me and what did not. The pressure he used was just enough to

sense why they didn’t mind watching each other every time. ALL they had to do was concentrate on