A Sex Slave To Alien Masters (Erotica)

A voice I didn’t know argued. He said a slave must feel protection at their owners’ hands. The other Warriors should be viewed as the danger, not their own Masters.

“In the beginning, I would agree,” Damien stated, “but this slave understands what dangers lay in your hands.”

Christof spoke and ordered my eyes open, he asked me to tell him why I wanted Damien to do this.

“You and your Brothers know control, Master Christof,” I told him simply raising my head. “I trust you. I do not trust anyone else.”

That was the correct answer. It was something the men could understand. Obviously I had been trained well, although some still seemed to struggle with the idea. No one here was accustomed to discipling their own slaves.

The talk continued for a little while as the men visually examined my marks. My family massaged my feet and stroked along my scalp. I recognized Kein’s hands teasing the side of my breast. The touching was in sharp contrast to the fiery ache Damien had left on my backside.

Damien and his Brothers felt a far different ache. I heard the quality to their voices. They were excited. It sounded like they were trying to get us back upstairs as soon as they could.

Their excitement fed mine and I started to feel wetness gather between my legs. My ankles were still bound, so no one could see the way my sex was preparing itself. I shifted my hips and felt the sting of Damien’s marks. It was erotic and reminded me of the hard, focused man that had flogged me in the mountains.

A finger nudged at my lips and I took it inside. Swirling my tongue around the digit and sucked. Damien gasped softly as I teased the finger as I would his cock.

The men around us were concerned about scars and bruising. They weren’t sure they knew how to wield a lash on a slave, only the General could do that. It was a frustratingly repetitive conversation.

Eventually Bane had had enough and rolled me off the table and into his arms. Peeking from behind lowered lashes I saw Evan flanking him. I heard Christof’s voice from behind me covering the other side. Damien cut through the crowd and Kein had our backs. Whether the group liked it or not, we were leaving.

We ascended the stairs quickly. As the men jogged up, one of Bane’s hands moved to grip my tender bottom. It felt hypersensitive and I moaned into his chest.

“Sounds like pleasure to me,” he murmured keeping his hand in place and squeezing, eliciting another deep sound.

We made it inside and the door was shut. My bonds on my ankles were cut. Bane set me on my feet and I turned my head to look at my backside. I was marked with lines of bright red welts. Running my hand across them, I winced.

“I will heal them,” Damien said stepping closer and running a hand down my arm.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

His hand strayed across the marks and I moved closer to him.

“Aren’t you proud of your work?” I asked with a grin.

The fire in his eyes and the look on his face spoke volumes. He didn’t need to answer.

“Make the sound for me you made for Bane,” Damien commanded stepping closer and closing his fingers around my striped flesh.

I hissed and moaned stepping closer to him. My face pressed into his chest as my hands wrapped around him to stroke his back. The way he inflicted the pain was erotic, whether he intended it or not.

Fingers tugged at my hair until I tilted my head up. Damien lowered his face to mine and held me there. He stroked the marks with the fingers of his other hand. His grey eyes appraised me. In between the moaning sounds he elicited I started tokisshis lips.

“Open your eyes,” he commanded when mine drifted closed. “I wish to know if you are experiencing pain or pleasure.”

“Both,” I moaned looking up at him.

The men were complimenting Damien. He had done a good job. That was what they intended. The marks were to have been hard enough to mark, but not enough to give real discomfort. Their friends from the red mountains had trained Damien well.

I felt a hand slipping between my legs. Fingers explored the moisture present and I heard Bane’s happy grunt.

“She is ready for us here,” he said.

Bane played and tugged with the plug that still filled me. As Damien grabbed a handful of flesh. I moaned at the combined sensations. When the plug slipped free of my body another moan breached my lips.

“Still, I see pain in her features,” Damien said continuing to stroke the marks on my bottom.

I wanted it all from them, the pain and the pleasure. This was such a strange experience for me. Right now I didn’t care, I needed them. I decided to exert my new right to choose, right now!

“Fuck me,” I ordered running my hands up Damien’s back.

His lips tilted into a smile, but I saw the wicked glint in his eyes. I couldn’t back down and ran my nails down until I’d reached his pants. Pulling away from him, I brought my hands to the front closure of the leather.

There was no gentleness as I yanked open the ties and pulled Damien’s manhood out. He was as hard as I expected when I wrapped my hand around the base and jerked. He just raised an eyebrow at the roughness, so I got to my knees and started to suck. I watched his eyes as I aggressively swallowed his length each time.

He’d been sweating on the platform, just like me. I tasted the salt and devoured it. The rich scent of male musk was intoxicating.

Damien’s hand found the back of my head and he started to control the pace. I licked and sucked, watching his strained face above mine. He was trying not to cum and I made sure it was a losing battle. I did everything in my power to bring him off.

My hands grabbed at his tensing buttocks through the thick pants. I growled and groaned in my throat trying to push him farther. It didn’t take long and I saw the pleasure on his face.

The shaft in my mouth thickened and his thrusts became rougher. Huge fangs were visible as his eyes clouded and he exploded in my mouth. His orgasm seemed to go on forever.

The rich fluid pulsed down my throat, but some of it touched my tongue. I pulled everything out of Damien I could. I sucked at the softening shaft and licked the slit at the top until Damien pushed me away. He stumbled back into the wall breathing heavy.

For once, Damien was a mess. His stripes were dark, his teeth were down, and his cock was hanging out of his pants. It was an unusual site.

“No kneeling place and in the anteroom,” Bane smirked pulling me to stand. “Perhaps we should punish you for real. You know we prefer the sleeping chamber.”