A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

“Let us make you ready.”

I wanted to tease him, so I bit his lower jaw gently. “Do you want to punish me?” I asked breathlessly, Looking into his eyes.

The erotic way Damien had of punishing me for perceived naughtiness made me burn with desire for him. He didn’t take the bait, though and ignored the biting.

“Lay down,” he coaxed pushing me back, “you do not need such stimulation as that right now.”

Damien’s lips were on mine and his tongue was in my mouth as soon as my back touched the cover. Kein’s sweet Lips were covering my breasts with attention and Evan had wormed his way between my thighs.

Soft kisses and gentle licks brought me to the verge of orgasm and then Damien pushed his Brothers away to sink into my flesh.

Damien coaxed as Christof’s hand slipped between us and strummed my clit as

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mouth opened in a soundless cry. The stimulation was unbearably pleasurable and I clenched tightly on

moved with great control as I writhed and panted

Laid me on my back and took me slowly. I did everything they liked, but they didn’t get excited or lose

stimulation to get themselves off. No matter how hard I pushed they maintained the same slow, methodical

restless. I needed their raw, masculine energy. It was what I was used to. It wasn’t clear where this new softer side was coming

picture came into focus when Evan grabbed my hips and started to take me more roughly. Damien slapped his shoulder and told him to slow down. Kein warned him not to

hair and

ears. Evan took his time and although the sweat formed on his brow, he didn’t increase the

teeth and do me,” I demanded pulling harder

hands were pulled away and restrained