A Sex Slave To Alien Masters (Erotica)

When I finally drifted to fitful sleep the dreams came again. Children were on my mind and I dreamed of them. I saw the men as children growing up with the Child Keepers. There was an older family who tormented them. In the dream, I was larger than the boy picking on Master Christof. I kicked the other boy hard and the scene melted away.

“Why do you come to us every night?” Master Evan whispered in my ear. “We have become accustomed to you in our dreams. Don’t stop coming.”

I turned and wrapped my arms around him. Our lips touched and he dove his tongue into my mouth. My fingers ran through his hair.

He loved the sensation of my hands in his hair and shuddered slightly. The way I did it, especially when I bathed it and twisted the locks was the greatest pleasure he knew. Master Evan had never felt anything like it.

“Perhaps I miss you,” I said pulling back and then placing a kiss on his chin.

“We miss you as well,” he said.

Dream sex was much better than real world sex, I soon discovered. Our clothing melted off and I stood holding a naked, aroused Master Evan. The scene around us also changed until we were in their old bedroom in the compound.

Master Evan backed me toward the bed and I pulled his larger body down over mine. He never was much for kissing, but I loved to kiss. There was a slight hesitation before his mouth settled over mine.

He wanted to taste, to run his tongue over my frame. Master Evan adored me sweaty and wet, so every lap of his tongue picked up my subtle flavor. He settled for my mouth, because that’s what I wanted.

“Perhaps I want to taste you, Master Evan,” I smiled when we separated.

“Look around,” he commanded, “this is our bedroom. In this domain I am not your Master and you are not my slave.”

I smiled at him and kissed his chin, using my tongue to taste the flesh.

Evan loved that. No one had ever tasted him, except me. In his opinion that meant I was the only one that truly knew him. Again, I’d never been aware he felt that way about it.

Pushing on his broad chest he rolled and took me with him. I tasted him everywhere and did everything to him he had done to me. His ears to his toes I licked and sucked. When I made it back to his throbbing erection and sucked a second time, he came in my mouth.

I smiled and swallowed him down. Before moving onto his Brothers I took the moment to whisper love into his ear.

Bane was next. He sank into me and I brushed my fingers through his short beard. I used my grip on the hair to control him as he kissed me deeply. Nothing mattered except him grunting and huffing on top of me.

I ran my hands down his torso to his muscular buttocks and sank my nails in. Master Bane liked the small pain, it reminded him of the women and he loved to be inside the women. My dull, human teeth sunk into his neck, but couldn’t penetrate the skin. He growled with pleasure.

Just the hint of pain was exciting and made it more pleasurable. The women didn’t understand that and hurt him too much. I was perfect. He rode me hard before filling me with his seed.

When I told him I loved him, he pulled me tight into a hug burying his face in my neck.

Kein spent his time playing with my breasts. He licked, sucked, and then softly bit the supple skin. That I enjoyed his attention made it even better.

This was the first thing he saw at the auction. My large chest jutting out so proudly had called to him. When I had fought the air currents and showed them spirit by cursing at them, he had nearly cheered. It was a family decision to buy me, but it was Kein’s certainty that sold it.

Right now with his hands and mouth full of my chest, his cock was demanding satisfaction. I felt him slip into my ass as though he had oiled it. He felt the tight walls clench around him and groaned.

I wanted hands on my clit and in the dream, I felt them there. Master Christof’s long fingers played over me as Master Kein rode me. I got closer and closer to oblivion writhing against my lovers.

“Come for us,” Master Damien demanded and I did.

My world shattered into sparks and then it happened again. Connected to them in the dream, I felt Kein’s orgasm like it was my own. He bucked and writhed as I did beneath him.

“I love you, Kein.”

Christof was next. Had it been the real world, he would have been hugging the breath out of me.

“It has been too long,” he murmured into my ear, while stroking along my sides. “I have missed you so much.”

“You have no idea, my friend,” I whispered back to him.

My hands wrapped into his hair as I pulled his lips down to mine. We kissed and the scene changed. The sounds of the forest filled the air and I was on the ground with him over me in our favorite spot outside the Keepers.

“I think of you and wish we could come here again,” I said stroking his cheeks. “I enjoyed our time.”

“It isn’t a secret anymore,” he said nibbling my neck with his Brothers sitting around us. “We could all come here.”Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

His mouth dipped lower down the line of my sternum across my belly. I grabbed him and wrestled with him. In the dream I was strong enough to pin him to the ground. Laughing, I impaled my flesh on his pole.

Stretching out across his body I made slow, languid love to him. Master Kein noted my swaying breasts and flicked the rings with each swing. We rocked and kissed as the others stroked my back and buttocks. He came with gritted teeth and a low moan.

“I love you, Christof,” I told him as he recovered.

Crawling off Christof, I looked at Damien. I was ready to wrestle him down and take what I wanted.

“Oh really,” he said lifting an eyebrow. “You think you can take me.”

I grinned wickedly, pinning Christof had been easy. Damien couldn’t be much more difficult. He’d be down before the count of five.

The dream changed and we were in a stadium. I stood in my gauzy, flowing fabric and Damien was decked in his Warrior wear.

“You think you can dress me like this and I won’t win, Master Damien?” I grinned, “I think not.”

I wanted to be dressed like him, so I was. He growled low in his throat and took a fighting stance. Copying him, I held my pose until he rushed me.