A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

His fingers were still over my pubic bone.

The choice surprised and excited me. I did not expect it, even from him. Looking up into his purple gaze I saw desire and uncertainty reflected back at me.

“I don’t mind, Master Christof,” I said giving the permission he had so generously requested. Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

He ran his fingers down my outer Lips and slowly stroked. He seemed pleased to find wetness in the folds and smiled into my cheek.

“I did not pay as much attention as I should have to your care, Ciara.

According to my brothers this should mean I am doing the right things,” he said.

“Yes, Master Christof,” I sighed as he continued with feathery Light strokes.

“You don’t need to call me Master when it is just you and I, Ciara,” he whispered into my hair.

I froze and Looked at him in shock, as if the rules weren’t confusing enough. He just grinned back at me.

“If your brother found out I would be strapped back to the post, Christof,” I murmured to him as he found the Little bundle of nerves at the apex.

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My hips started to twitch as he stroked it.

“Then I wouldn’t do it when he is around,” he said increasing the pressure of his touch.

I raised a hand to my breast and started to stroke the sensitive nipple. The other hand slowly reached down and moved his linen cover out of the way. I brushed his manhood with my fingertips.

The wild look came back into his eyes and I retracted my hand. He sighed and changed his stroke on my clit now circling the tiny bud.

“Touch me, Ciara, if you wish. I know you won’t hurt me.”

Tentatively, I reached down and ran my fingertips along the Length of him. He shuddered under my touch; it was empowering. I took a hold of him and stroked up and down the shaft.

I hadn’t had much experience with cock on Earth and this morning had been too rushed. I memorized him with my fingers. I ran my thumb along juncture where the tip met the base. Using the flat of my fingers I learned every ridge and vein. He lay still beside me letting me explore.

Suddenly, Christof’s hand left my clit and he sunk his fingers inside of me. In the faint light of the room I could see his teeth had grown.

“Christof,” I sighed into his ear, “you can have me, if you want.”

Christof hurriedly pulled off his cover and let it fall to the floor.

He pulled me so I was underneath him and slowly drove his mighty Length into me. Christof sank down over me and groaned.

“It has been so long,” he said sounding strained, “and never, never like this. You have no idea how this feels,” he finished into my ear.

I wiggled underneath him and ground myself against him. “I’ve heard it’s better if you’re moving,” I whispered into his neck teasingly.