A Sex Slave To Alien Masters (Erotica)

As I got warmer, I started to enjoy the press of warm flesh on either side of me. Since I was facing Damien I started to place kisses across his neck and chest.

“Hmm, and what are you doing?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Thanking you for noticing my distress,” I said continuing to kiss in between the words.

It was novel being outside and pressed between their warm, masculine bodies.

“You’re getting excited,” Evan commented from beside us. “You want us to have sex with you.”

I rubbed Bane’s hip and pressed my ass against him. Yes, I wanted them, but I wasn’t getting the same feelings from them. They didn’t like to have sex outside.

In their memories, I saw the sanctioned matings. The women pressed them into the rocky soil and mounted them. The sun got in their eyes, their backs got sore from being pummeled to the ground, and other groups of women stood around watching. My men hated it.

My men liked my soft, smaller body. Being inside, on their comfortable bed, and in whatever position they choose made them happy. It was private and quiet. Using me in the bedroom was a rare delicacy, all pleasure and no pain. That was an uncommon experience on this world.

“It’s not like that on my home world,” I said feeling my arousal fade away. “People have sex just about everywhere and anywhere.”Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

“This is your world now,” Damien reminded me, “and sex in your current state brings you pain. What you want would not be good for you.”

The rebuff didn’t sting as bad as it could have. I looked into Damien’s eyes and felt only his concern for me course through our bond. It wasn’t that he didn’t want me. He just didn’t want to cause me pain. Sex outside, in his experience, was always uncomfortable. He and his Brothers would never do that to me.

We flew back to the mountain after we ate the morning meal outside. I was left in their rooms and they went to the sorting room.

The tutors came as usual and taught me more about language and numbers. I enjoyed the lessons, but disliked the tutors. They were rude. I had no problem seeing why Damien didn’t like them. Despite how knowledgeable they were, they were very impolite.

Nu-reeh came for me in the afternoon and we flew in the mountains. She took me so far, I wasn’t back before nightfall. The entire time she had me, she told me stories about the rest of the planet.

From what she said it was a fascinating and beautiful place. There were drier areas, like we were in now, she preferred those. There were wetter areas, too, all rain and rivers. She wasn’t as fond of those places. I just listened to her with rapt attention.

Days passed and I had a certain familiarity with the procedure now. I was taught and trained, but no one bothered me. The frequent taunts of my tutors didn’t even bother me anymore. My uncles had said far worse to me.

Damien and his Brothers were a different story. When my tutors came and treated me badly, they more and more took the insults personally. If Damien was just angry before he stayed almost permanently furious now.

He fumed one afternoon after the tutors had left. Damien wanted to tell them what kind of punishment their commentary was earning them. They had no right to speak to me that way, I was as worthy as any of his Brothers.

Christof and I tried to get Damien and the rest to see reason. Christof was almost pleading to calm his Brothers down. He saw that their anger would make them uncontrollable. It would make all of us the same way if we let the anger keep its hold.

“They are speaking to her like she is a slave,” Christof explained. “They think Ciara is only chattel. Those men would do much worse if they knew what she meant to us. Can you imagine the reaction if they realized she had bonded to us?” Christof asked trying to reason with Damien.

It would be like inviting trouble to tell them what I was really worth. I was a weak point in the carefully guarded family defense. If they hurt me badly enough, it would hurt my men.

“There are too many that would like to see us cringing on the floor to do that,” Bane said pacing. “They must not know how important she is.”

Damien’s family was powerful and they had enemies here in the mountains. I sat alone and unguarded most days. It would be foolish to advertise me as their weak point.

I felt bad. These were strong men, usually up to any task set before them. I hated to be their Achilles heel.

“Don’t worry,” Christof commanded pulling me to his chest. “We are glad you are here. The weakness is a price we are more than willing to pay.”

“Just don’t let the comments affect you,” I reasoned looking around. “We know it isn’t right, but it doesn’t bother me. That’s all that matters.”

Damien wasn’t happy about the decision, but for now we would wait and watch.

Unfortunately, we didn’t have to wait long for the tutors to step over the line of what Damien was willing to tolerate.

The tutors had come as usual and we were sitting in the main area of my owner’s apartment. Damien and his Brothers were in the sorting room. I had been practicing writing on a tablet in front of me. My hand was steady and the characters looked as they were supposed to now.

“Tell me, slave,” one of them said. “Do your Masters still use you? It appears like it would be difficult since you are so large and awkward.”

No, they didn’t really use me. Sex was too uncomfortable in my current state and my owners could not avoid feeling my discomfort. They used their hands or they took their time with the women in the afternoons, so they didn’t feel particularly deprived.

“My Masters take what they need from me, Keeper,” I said tactfully.

It was true. I was a friend and companion. My family felt happy in my company. They were glad I was in the mountains with them. Life was better this way.

“Liar,” one of the men said coming around behind me.

I felt the man’s hot breath as he leaned down behind me. He ran his hands down my arms and spoke into my ear.

“I do not think they still use you, slave,” he said. “I believe they just coddle you like a little toy, much as Mistress Nu-reeh does… Although I fail to understand why.”