Drama Novel
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We battled and somehow, I knew what I was doing. I parried and swung like a real Warrior. Damien had superior strength, even in the dream and soon had me pinned. Panting and struggling, he pressed me into the sand covering the ground.
“Change into what I want to see you in,” he growled in my ear. “I won.”
I wrapped my self in blue and silver. The gauzy dress tied in the front with a large bow. A present to my conquering hero.
Master Damien had no patience right now for my humor. A slim silver knife appeared in his hand and he sliced the fabric away from me. His eyes glinted with lust as he peeled the remainder of the gauze from my body.
I was lifted from the ground and we walked out of the stadium and into the bedroom. It was a strange transition, but it made perfect sense in the dream. Damien was not going to let me control this and make him take his pleasure outside. He tossed me onto the bed and stood watching me.
Righting myself, I got to my knees. Damien was panting with a mixture of lust and post fight adrenaline. Fighting with me had riled him in ways he enjoyed, we’d have to do it again.
“You won,” I purred crawling toward him. “Let me undress you and pleasure you.”
He wore pants that laced up the front in my dream. Using just my teeth, I tugged at the laces holding his breeches together. Damien’s beautiful cock slowly emerged from his pants.
Much like our first blow job, I flicked my tongue over the tip. A bit of Damien’s essence appeared and I pressed my tongue to it, sucking and tasting. Strong hands grasped my head and the fleshy length pressed into me.
“Look at me,” Damien rasped. “Look at me while you take my cock.”
I’d had my eyes done once for a school dance. The woman at the salon had applied long fake glittery lashes to my real ones. In the dream I had those eyes. Beautiful, glittering green eyes begged Damien for more.
He gasped at the sight and fucked my mouth harder. I sucked and licked feeling the texture change under my tongue. Damien’s tool was not a mystery in my mouth. I knew what he liked and it was easy to provide.
Large hands controlled my head as I made love to Damien with my mouth. Faster and faster he moved me, cramming himself into my throat with each thrust. It made my eyes water and my pussy clench.
I was tossed back away from him before he finished. My body sprawled on the bed and I struggled to sit up. Damien attacked me, pushing me down. He towered over my form and forced himself between my thighs. He dared me with his eyes to try to deny him.
Licking my lips, I stretched out beneath him. My arms raised above my head and my thighs parted giving him access.
“I am yours, Damien,” I said softly, “take anything you wish.”
He never needed permission, but he liked it. The willingness to be taken by him and be controlled by him was beautiful to Damien. It made the taking sweeter as his cock slowly sank into me.Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.
We rocked together in blissful harmony. My body had longed for the sensation of Damien’s cock filling me. He was perfection. I grabbed at him and called his name as I came undone beneath him.
“I love you, Damien,” I cried as he spasmed and rocked into me.
I loved them completely. In their warm embrace, in our old bed in the compound I rested the remainder of the night.
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The nausea was strong the next morning when I woke in the black box. I turned my head to the side and retched in the closed bed. It stunk and I was lucky to get it out without choking myself. When I retched a second time my head hit the top of the box and I felt a bump forming. The smell just made me sicker.
That’s how my fake Masters found me when they pulled the bed out. I was covered in vomit and had a bruise forming on my head. It was the worst situation I’d ever woken to and I include the day I woke to enslavement.
The men cleaned me with concern on their faces. Something was wrong, they just couldn’t figure out what. Still, they debated about calling the Healers.
“If it is unusual, they will want to study it, the same way we wish to study it,” one of the men said.
“Damien and his Brothers…” another Brother said and then stopped talking.
I knew the end to that statement by the looks on the faces of the other Brothers. Master Damien would be very displeased if I was taken for study. He would destroy these men just for fun if that happened.
I would have to heal myself, they finally decided. No Healers could be called in.
The room reeked of my vomit, so after breakfast I cleaned the box. I realized as I cleaned there were two messes in there. The vomit was one, the second was the wet sticky goo from my dreams.
Chuckling to myself, I thought about the dream. It had been wonderful. If that was insanity, I’d gladly take it.
Once the bed was cleaned up the men put their ornamentation on me. The chain around my waist was slightly tighter. It had to be shifted up a little father than was usual.
The men reasoned I must be healthy to be gaining weight, despite my nausea. That made them feel better about not calling the Healers. As we left for the Keepers their mood seemed up.
Things settled into a strange rhythm for me over the next fifty three days. The emotions and errant thoughts that came, I did my best to ignore. It took time, but I got better about not faltering every time one struck. At least that meant I appeared more normal, even if I didn’t feel that way.
The dreams came every night. I spent my time asleep with Master Damien and his Brothers. I saw fantastic places in my dreams. It felt like the men were showing me their lives.
A magical world existed in my dreams. We roamed through the mountains and swam in the streams there. I cheered as they battled other men and learned all their moves. I imagined every place they had ever been on this world. In my dream world, we made love and showed each other how much we cared. We were one happy family.