A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

“We think as one being,” Damien informed me. “Our cohesion is important to us. It is time you understood that.”

“Yes, I understand,” I whispered appreciating that disagreement hurt them.

Damien leaned down and his tongue played across my lips. I sought to capture it and he backed away. Similar sensations started to be repeated on my ear by Bane and over my breasts. Evan’s familiar Lips were teasing my clit and I knew what the plan was.

Over and over again it happened. One moment I would be covered in their hands and tongues. Every fantasy caress reenacted in real time and then it would stop as I sweated on the bed.

My breasts started to take on a Light purple hue and they were released. Kein changed the binding. Instead of the tight standing breasts, the decorative harness he applied merely was visually appealing, but did not Limit blood flow.

Now removed of the strict binding they felt even more sensitive. They had tingled when Kein first released them. He and Christof had massaged and licked the soft flesh until their color returned to normal.

I was insane with need after a while. They didn’t want me to feel relief, though. My lesson tonight was that discordant feeling causes discomfort. The lack of release was certainly uncomfortable. Being almost able to orgasm, but not allowed to was maddening.

I really do. The communal flow must be respected,” I

exploded on Evan’s tongue. It felt as though the release would never end. Lightening was exploding behind my eyes as my body clenched over and over on Evan*s long tongue. My men enjoyed

his mouth inches from mine, “it is time

They’d enjoyed my orgasm, but they wanted their own. The ropes were slowly and methodically removed. My

called

heard as I was pulled to stand. Damien stalked out front and I was quickly draped in my warm blue cover. My foot covers were

of women I didn’t recognize. If huge fanged beasts could look worried, these did. The women with Nu-reeh seemed

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and your family are friendly with Rue and

a statement. Nu-reeh didn’t wait for an answer and demanded we

of conversation. We’d used them when it seemed they could help us keep Ciara, but we knew little about them otherwise. They’d acted dishonorably and we’d love the chance to punish them for that. Damien’s family was certainly not “friendly” with Rue and his Brothers. Arguing with Nu-reeh was not wise, so we followed obediently,

stayed. Damien and his Brothers knew of this area. This was

set of rooms was set up the same way, that’s the