Drama Novel
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I was breathless with excitement and anticipation. Everyone had stopped what they were doing, but they weren’t touching me. Master Evan’s fingers continued to just lightly caress and stroke.
Slowly I turned to watch Master Evan until he knelt before me. I tugged at the ties on the top of his shirt and then pulled it over his head. He rose to stand and I started to work on his pants. Pushing my kneeling place with my foot, I knelt before him and helped him remove his boots. Master Evan’s pants were the last item of clothing to slide from his body.
Master Bane stepped in front of me next, followed by all of his Brothers. In quick succession I undressed all of them. Soon they stood staring at me with nothing between me and their bobbing erections.
“Now, Masters,” I demanded throatily. “Please fuck me.”
I turned and leaned back on the table and waited.
Hands grabbed by hair and pulled me back until I was flush to a very hairy chest.
Master Bane spoke as he held me, “I wish to see it surrounded by our colors.”
“I wish to hear our names,” Master Kein said from beside him.
Master Bane leaned down and picked me up, carrying me toward the bedroom. I saw Master Christof dutifully placing their covers across the bed. I had forgotten how they liked things decorated and their new obsession with their names.
As soon as we stepped through the threshold to the bedroom, I started to whisper words of love into Bane’s ear. I used his name repeatedly. He seemed reluctant to put me down once we reached the bed.
Once I was finally laid across their covers I wiggled around on it. I tried to repeat sexy poses I’d seen in magazines on Earth. I remembered having seen my uncle’s skin magazines, so I used those as guides.
They watched me with interest as I attempted to reproduce those displays of blatant sexuality. Damien touched my bent knee and I opened it further for him, in invitation. His gaze travelled from between my legs, over my breasts, until it rested on my face.
“Say the words,” he demanded with fire in his eyes.
“I love you, Damien,” I answered automatically, that’s what they’d wanted last time.
He smiled and knelt on the bed between my spread legs. “I know you do,” he said with his usual confidence, “but that is not what I need to hear.”
Damien’s large warm hands rested on the inside of my knees, stroking up toward my center and then back to my ankles.
“This position you put yourself in,” he said cocking an eyebrow, “it seems to offer me certain… liberties.”
“Yes,” I said trying to still look seductive and not utterly confused, “I am yours Damien, take any liberty you want.”
His Brothers chuckled with him as Bane captured my attention. He stood with his arms crossed and a smile on his face.
“Do you desire my brother?” he asked seriously.
Understanding lit my face as I looked back at Damien. “I want you, Damien. Please use me for your pleasure; it would be mine also.”
That was what he wanted me to say. Permission granted, he crawled up my body and aimed his length. A low moan escaped my lips as he drove himself home. The sound affected him and I felt the low, rumbling sigh roll through him as we joined.
“Will you kiss me?” I asked running my hands up and down his taut frame.
Damien obliged and our lips met. The kiss soon mimicked the actions lower down. I sucked on his tongue as he plunged it repeatedly into my waiting mouth.
“Do you want this?” he asked pulling his mouth away from mine and grinding against me.Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.
“Yes,” I cried coming undone beneath him, “I want you. Oh God, I want you so badly, please don’t stop!”
The orgasm was rapid, the first one with them always was. My back arched and I lifted myself against him. Damien refused to be done with me, though.
An arm looped under one knee and it was pulled up, opening me further. There was no escape in this position and I was helpless beneath Damien’s strong frame. As he came, he fell over me splitting me impossibly wide around his cock.
As Damien relaxed in post orgasm bliss he released my leg. It glided down the length of his body until I had his hips cradled between my thighs again. He took his weight on his own arms and his head rested beside mine.
“Who next?” he asked me quietly. “Tell me which of my Brothers you want.”
So that was the game this time. They wanted permission and acceptance. That I was more than happy to give, but I hated to choose one over the other.
“I love all your Brothers, Damien,” I purred, nipping his ear. “I can’t pick.”
“Pick,” Damien commanded, “or we don’t let you come again.”
Bane had carried me in here, so I said his name.
Damien pulled himself away and cool air of the cabin washed over me. Without Damien’s warm heat the thin sheen of sweat over my breasts made them tighten and peak.
“Add fuel to the warmer, Kein,” Bane requested as his eyes ravished me.
On impulse I did for Bane what I’d done for Damien and tried to look seductive. Bane cocked his head to the side and took it in.
“I think,” he finally said, “I like the way you offered yourself to me in the kitchen.”
Without hesitation, I obliged. My feet settled widely apart as I slid off the bed. I bent over the blue covers and pulled myself open for his gaze. The position was lewd and suggestive, but I knew they wanted more. Today they wished permission.
“I want you, Bane,” I whispered straining my neck to make eye contact with him. “Oil me and fill me. Please, I’m begging you.”
Big hands grasped my hips. His hands pushed up to my rib cage and then back down. Fingers stroked over mine as I continued to hold myself open for him. Eventually he settled with grasping my waist firmly.