A Sex Slave To Alien Masters (Erotica)

On Earth when I’d done this it had to be quickly and quietly. This wasn’t Earth and there was no rush right now. I used my one hand to open the lower lips and the started to slowly rub my own moisture over my sensitive, distended flesh.

My uncles on Earth all hadpornographic movies. On those the women touched their breasts as they did this. I assumed I should be doing that to give my men the right picture. Damien and his Brothers stopped me from moving my hands, though.

“We want to see howyou do this,” Kein quietly said. “We don’t wish to see you repeat things you have seen.”

It took a moment of practice to remember how I used tomasturbate. The subtle motion I made with my finger was similar to what Evan did with is tongue. A low sound escaped my mouth as I relished the freedom of this. My toes curled at the fast approaching climax. For the first time in a very long time, my release was all mine.

As I came on the bed, the sexual energy in the room seemed to elevate to new heights. I clenched on nothing for a moment, but all I had to do was ask.

“Fuck me, Bane,” I moaned a moment before his big body covered mine.

He drove his staff into my convulsing depths and ground against me. I felt him press me into the bedding as his lips sought mine for a fierce kiss. My wet fingers grabbed his shoulders as he started his relentless motion between my legs.

The loving was frantic and didn’t last long. Bane’s staying power was limited by his excitement. Seeing me touching myself had been the most erotic thing he’d ever witnessed. He crushed me to the bedding as he poured inside of me.

I took each of them that night. They were sweet and gentle. Just as they’d promised there was no rough play. As it was the lovemaking wore me out and I lay exhausted on the bed once we finished.

Damien laughed as he carried my body to the bath. He was quite proud of the happy, sated look on my face.Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

It was late and the men were tired. They had something to do before we went to sleep. Since I was no longer distracting them with my waiting body, we went to work.

The only camera we found was in the birthing room. Not surprising really that Nu-reeh might want to watch us in there. The men pulled the leather drape tight across that room and we vowed silently not to enter it unless we had to. The idea of the women watching us made everyone uneasy.

“Time for sleep, sweet woman,” Kein finally said pulling me toward the bed.

I followed willingly, crawling under the soft covers. The main room was a little chilly without my dress. The bed room was much warmer. In the bed, Christof’s body curled around my back and I drifted to sleep.

The dreams were back in full force. With all the men completely relaxed, the little girl in me explored their memories. She was inquisitive and wormed her way into their most private thoughts. In a strange way the dreaming was intrusive.

Hannah had been straightforward in her quest and never like this. Even in the dreams I felt the men’s frustration with this incessant curiosity. They were kept on edge and nearly awake. The life inside of me wanted to know how and why about everything they’d ever done. It was maddening.

I awoke completely in the middle of the night and wandered groggily to the bathroom. I sat on the cool pot and faced the wall. As I yawned I felt a presence behind me. Evan was waiting, as patiently as he could, for me to finish. Once I’d gone he patted me dry and helped me stand. His eyes were flashing in the low light.

“You must make her stop, Ciara,” he said quickly. “The questions are too much. It is not enough to see every moment of our lives. This compulsion to dissect every impulse and determine the root of every decision…”

He was frantic, annoyed, and sleep deprived. The new life connected to them was asking for more than the Brothers could give. We needed to rest.

“Hannah allowed us to sleep. She did not need to keep us nearly awake and thinking all night,” he said sounding unnerved.

This girl was insanely curious. There had to be a way to satiate her desire, so she’d leave the family be. Desperately, I thought of ways to entertain her.

I remembered the pad suddenly. I’d absently drawn the word for scar on it and then that information had presented itself. Perhaps I could do that again and read her to sleep. I knew even this little life must rest eventually.

Evan was gone in a flash, retrieving the pad from in front of our rooms. I followed him into the main room and settled on a chaise. The room was cool and I rubbed my arms for warmth and then pulled a blanket over myself.

“Get up,” Evan ordered, “you may sit in the bed and read until she is satisfied. It is too cold here.”

I shook my head and reached for the pad. I’d be fine out here. The men should rest without me disturbing them.

My refusal to just do as he directed infuriated Evan. This last eleven nights had been too frustrating. It had drained his, not overly large, ability to control his emotions. He couldn’t deal with my stubbornness right now.

Evan’s teeth grew and his stripes darkened. I’d never been subjected to his feral nature. He was controlled and contained by his Brothers usually. Right now Christof’s gentle constitution and Damien’s demanding presence were not limiting him. It was just us, and I was pissing him off.

“Calm, Brother,” I warned in a low, firm voice.

I didn’t move from my position and met his fierce stare with a controlled one. This was not a situation to cower or show fear. Evan was dangerous right now. Showing anything less than strength would not do.

Evan liked his routine. He knew when he would sleep and when he would wake. This child was driving him mad. After days of being kept on edge, he needed tonight to regroup, the thing in me was preventing that.

Damien and Bane stalked soundlessly into the room. Evan felt them and was not threatened by their presence. He was calmed by it. Christof further soothed him as he entered and Kein made him feel complete and in control.

Stepping between us, Damien allowed Evan to find his center and balance himself.

Evan had nearly attacked me. In fact, he had wanted to hurt me and make it stop. The presence in his head was maddening. It had moved him past the point of reason and now the guilt crushed in upon him.

Evan knew, as well as his Brothers, that my life force was a flicker compared to theirs. His hands could destroy me before I’d known it was happening. They had to maintain control, especially around me. Evan felt himself an utter failure.

“You are only…,” human was the word I wanted to say, but he was not human.

Evan was a creature that built strong connections. The family he choose was more important to him than his own beating heart. It horrified him to have acted so.

Evan did not know what to do. He’d never before wanted to hide from his Brothers. Never in their life had he felt shame like this; it was horrible. The collective shuddered at the stress.

“Forgive him,” I ordered standing up and pushing on Damien’s back.

No, was the resounding answer. Evan had acted worse than they’d ever seen, baring his fangs at me in threat. No one did that to family.

“You did, too,” I argued pushing past Damien, “on the transport when I refused to talk about… things. Forgive him and go back to bed. I’ll sit and read to amuse the little one.”

I reached for Evan and he jerked back like I’d burned him. He was not forgiven and he had no right to touch me. For a split second he felt as though he was not family.

“Apologize to me and come to bed,” I ordered stepping closer to Evan.