A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

“It had been too long,” Kein moaned stretching out beside me and kissing my shoulder.

Kein would never harm me intentionally, but it had been too good to stop. The women never let him play like he wanted to. He had been craving me for a long time.

Evan leaned over all of us to intimately taste Kein as it lingered on me. Feeling the powerful bond pulse between the Brothers as he did that, I understood his incentive.

“So you are done finally?” Bane asked leaning over my face as Evan backed away. “Wouldn’t want to fight you for a turn a second time, Little Brother,” he smirked at Kein.

Bane crawled behind me and rolled me over. I rose on my knees so my plump rear was in his view.

“This is larger also,” he commented running his hands lovingly over the cheeks.

I was embarrassed. They weren’t supposed to notice I had gotten fatter with the pregnancy.

Bane laughed and pressed his lips into the soft, round flesh. “I have never understood you, Ciara. There is more to enjoy. It is not a bad thing,” he told me.

Fingers traced the tight puckered flesh of my anus. My mind was set on this matter. Despite their love of anal sex I still thought it was nasty and dirty. It was hard to hold those feelings with Bane so close.

The big man loved to feel my tight flesh close around him. It was exactly like being with the women, without the pain they Liked to inflict. There was absolutely nothing he enjoyed more.

“We have made this feel good for you,” he said dripping the cool oil down over me. “Stop resisting me and take the pleasure I offer,” Bane demanded.

Bane started slowly with his fingers opening me with his touch. In an effort to distract me the other men ran their fingers everywhere else. Christof drove me to pleasurable distraction with his fingers on my clit. Very soon, I was begging Bane to fuck me.

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The fat head of Bane’s organ pressed against me and I groaned as he entered. He was right, from his perspective it was an amazing feeling. From my perspective, I felt like a pig being impaled on a spit two sizes too large. It was confusing.

“You are tighter, Ciara,” Bane commented slowly stuffing more of his massive staff into me. © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

“It has been a Long time,” I moaned slowly adjusting.

“I think it is the preg-nan-cy,” Christof commented, stroking my pendulous breasts. “Everything seems different.”

He was right. The baby was already stuffing me from the inside out. Bane moved slowly and soon had seated his entire length inside of me. As he withdrew, I hissed and moaned. I’d forgotten how good he could make this feel.

He rocked his hips slowly watching his staff disappear and reappear every time. The women never Let them watch. I let him stroke his rod into my body, unlike the women, I didn’t control the pace.

I moaned as he forced his whole rod into my tightness. The muscles rippled around him and he was the one groaning. He could have orgasmed then, but he wasn’t ready to be done.

“Stop, Ciara,” he ordered hoarsely holding himself still.

“I want more. This will not end yet.”

Grinning cheekily, I made an effort to tense my muscles around him rhythmically. A long stream of words escaped his lips. I smiled, understanding the cursing now.

“You Like the control, do you Ciara?” Bane asked and I heard the evil plan in his mind.

“Let’s see how many times you can lose control.”