Drama Novel
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“Humans,” I advised him breathlessly as he nibbled my hipbones, “sometimes coat each other in things that taste good and then lick it off.”
They found that funny. I had to laugh as Evan continued to lick from my waist to my ribs. The image they had was not what I had intended at all.
“I would find it odd to baste you in the juices of roasted meat,” Kein said leaning on the post at the center of the bed.
I tried to explain we would use sweet things and they still did not understand. Evan summed up their argument as he started to lick my sensitive breasts.
“I enjoy the taste of you,” he said pausing in his worship. “If I wished to taste meat or something edible, I would be tasting that. Now be silent and let me finish,” he demanded.
When he made it to my face and tasted my lips, I tasted him back. He liked the attention, but demanded I stop. Evan did not want to get lost tasting my mouth before he was done.
Silly man made me close my eyes and licked the soft skin of my eyelids. He didn’t miss a part of me. My entire self felt stimulated and ready.
Evan’s quest of my flesh ended while I lay on my stomach. He finished tasting my back and I was just lounging lazily. The experience had been like a very light, wet massage.
Now I felt a different sort of rub. Evan lay over me and sucked on my neck. Rhythmically he thrust his cock between the cheeks of my ass. From the feel of it, he was hard and ready.
“You made me feel so good,” I whispered to him. “I want you. How would you like to take your turn?”
“I want to taste your mouth as we… make love,” Evan said firmly.
Raising off of me, I was given just enough space to roll over before Evan descended again. He filled me before I had time to move again. His big tongue filled my mouth as his cock filled the ready warmth lower down.
As I moaned insensibly, Evan pounded himself home each time. The tongue bath had been the subtle build up. This was just raw, uncontrolled fucking.
I clung to Evan as we moved. When he stopped kissing to just watch me, I screamed my pleasure to the room. His happy grunts told me that was what he wanted to hear.
As I felt Evan growing impossibly larger, I whined and whimpered beneath him. My sensitive flesh was stimulated and primed. When Evan exploded inside of me, I followed suit clinging to him as I came.
I lay on the bed panting once they were done with me. Evan pulled himself out and moved to my side. None of them moved or spoke as I got my breath back. When I opened my eyes Evan was right in my face.
“If we are courtesans, Ciara, what does that make you?” he asked.
I thought about it for a moment. Lying was not an option with them, so I told the truth.
“I am your slave, Evan.”
“Perhaps not, Ciara, perhaps you are also a courtesan,” Damien said stretched out and watching the ceiling.
They still wanted to think of themselves as slaves, which was slowly destroying them. I couldn’t let it happen.
“No, Damien, I am a slave. You do not pay me and I cannot ask for days to go other places. We are different,” I assured him.
All the men were silent and they didn’t move to clean me. I felt sticky and was slowly leaking their cum; I wanted to bathe. Still, they just lay there around me.
“Humans are different,” Bane suddenly said. “That is why it is a happy slave.”
The men murmured agreement and I had to suppress the urge to roll my eyes. I wanted to explain to them I wasn’t happy being a slave; I’d just made up my mind to make the most of my life. Being miserable would just make me feel worse and I would still be a slave.
Finally, Christof rose from the bed and picked me up.
“How do you know about courtesans, Ciara? Were you one?” he asked.
“No, Christof,” I chuckled. “I heard other humans talk about them. Courtesan is an old word in my language.”
Christof sat on the bed still holding me. My chance for a bath diminished and I looked longingly at the door.
“Tell us about them,” he demanded.
I told them everything I knew. Thankfully, I’d seen a show on the History channel at home. Strategically, I left out the part that the courtesans I knew about were all women. I just allowed the word “human” to suffice to explain them and let the men assume I meant other men.
“Courtesans on my world were humans that were the sexual partners of other humans. They did it as a job for money, but often found themselves in positions of power,” I said.
“How?” Christof asked. “Where is the power in this arrangement we have with the women?”
I couldn’t say for sure; most of what I was saying was based on my best guesses. I’d never expected to need to use this knowledge to keep them alive. There was no plan. I was just winging it.
“Well,” I said clearing my throat, “human courtesans often talked to their patrons, the people that paid them. Those patrons were relaxed around the courtesans. It meant the courtesans could suggest things that other humans could not.”
I watched Christof’s face carefully as he considered this argument.
“The women do sometimes talk with their men,” Kein said sitting up.
“The other men speak to the women, but I have never heard what they say,” Damien said watching me.
Christof randomly let his hands wander over my arms as he sat thinking. I wondered if at some point he would realize I was leaking all over his lap.
“We are released from service for several days because we asked for them,” Evan commented. “Nu-reeh only made us promise to stay close to the mountains. They have even stayed away as they said they would.”
“There are the stones to consider,” Bane said. “She did not have to continue to give us the stones. It has value to us, she could have denied us.”
“It made me happy,” Damien told them. “She said she wanted me to be happy.”
“The way we want Ciara to be happy,” Evan said his face falling as he saw a flaw in my argument.
I didn’t know what else to say to them. My knowledge of their new life was so limited.
Christof rose off the bed and headed for the bathing room. I was torn between wanting to bathe and to continue to convince them. As it turned out, I could do both.This is from NôvelDrama.Org.