A Sex Slave To Alien Masters (Erotica)

She giggled at his groan of delight, then decided that maybe an awesome set of tits was enough to catch his attention even amongst the gorgeous women he tended to hang around with. Rising up to sit upright again whilst he laid back, propped up slightly on the pillows, she gave him a genuine and somewhat cheeky grin before starting to grind on him once again. This time, she wasn’t entirely doing it for the love of the moment, although she certainly did love it. She’d simply added an element of exhibitionism to their lovemaking, and as she rocked her hips she swished her russet hair back over her shoulders and cupped her tits in her hands to make a stunning show of herself. Lifting one heavy breast up toward her mouth, she showed him that she could suck her own nipple and loved doing it.

Given that a gorgeous woman was giving him a shamelessly erotic lap dance whilst actually impaled on his cock, Gregory could have been forgiven for simply giving up right then and emptying his balls into her. Even with all the fucking he’d been a part of already, Lydia was starting to test his limits with her little performance. Although he was determined that he wasn’t going to cum until he’d accomplished one thing he’d wanted to do since the woman had gotten naked. Lifting his knees up, he unbalanced her enough that she fell forward and planted a hand in the furs beside his head to steady herself. Her tits swung free and he released his hold on her hips to cup the big globes and bring the nipple she’d just been sucking on to his lips.

He knew that Lydia’s boobs weren’t simply future milk glands and current aesthetic wonders. They also happened to be damn sensitive, and she moaned loudly when she felt his lips engulf her hard nipple for his tongue to swirl about the nub whilst he sucked the soft flesh.

As his mouth made its way from one breast to the other, Lydia felt another orgasm building inside her. This one was certainly looking to be a more conventional explosion of delight, and her body moved faster in anticipation. Rising up fully on her knees before slamming herself back down to grind herself against him, she timed the movements until she was riding him at full steam. His hands kept her tits in check whilst his mouth continued to pleasure them until he began to feel those sweet little quakes of pleasure run through her body. Needing nothing more, he simply let himself fall along with her; plunging together down into blissful oblivion until they felt the final impact crash through their nerves.

“Fuck yes!” Lydia cried out as she came on his cock.

Gregory had a certain talent for joining his lovers during their orgasms, which was partially due to his own self control combined with just how much it turned him on to see a woman climax. That wasn’t even considering how good it felt as her pussy tried to milk him dry and he happily obliged with several thick, hot spurts of cum from his seemingly unending supply.

She rode him hard through their mutual release, and slowed only to push herself a little further down along his body. His cock remained more firmly lodged inside her, and her breast escaped his lips to be replaced with her own hungry mouth; making out with him in a state of simmering passion whilst they both enjoyed the aftermath.

“That’s no fair, Greg!” Janette called out. “You were supposed to blow your load on her tits!”

Both Lydia and Gregory had perhaps gotten a little too intimate to the point where they had forgotten they shared the bed with several others. Breaking their kiss to turn their heads, they saw all three women looking at them with a mix of empathy and anticipation. They seemed to have foregone their own sexual exploits to watch the steamy show the pair were putting on.

“There’s still time tonight, right?” he said.

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Whilst Gregory and his lovers revelled in each other, Talina once again took to the night.

Like many of those who had celebrated The Runts’ victory through the afternoon and into the evening, Torren had little trouble falling asleep. Emptying several casks of ale and wine did quite a bit to lessen the impact of the screams and cries of approval rising from their master’s tent. She had placed her lips on her own lover’s brow and enjoyed the sleepy smile it brought to his face before she departed.

Talina hadn’t so much as touched a cup of wine throughout the celebration. She had a job of her own to attend to. After slipping her dark cloak over her shoulders, she departed the smith’s tent and strode out. A few slaves who’d somehow managed to stay clear-headed enough were beginning to clean up. Many of the Runts had fallen asleep around the campfire. Quite a few other pups of the proving grounds had stopped by to share the festivities, and more importantly, the booze. They too were in the process of snoring loudly or beginning to stumble home.

She paid them no heed, only offering a small nod to Valise as she departed. The golden-haired lady was one of the few who had managed to keep their head on straight, and she was busying herself by lighting a fire beneath a small cooking pot. Talina recognised the ingredients to brew a hangover cure, and privately thought that Valise was definitely going to need a bigger pot come morning.

Her quest to uncover the identity of the one who had freed Freddie had yielded little results so far, but she had other matters that needed attending to. Despite spending time with the healers after his brutally enlightening encounter with a genuine war pack, she felt that Rolk Stormbane hadn’t quite been punished enough. Therefore, she had spent quite a bit of the day concieving new torments for him. Some of the highlights of this pastime had already included swapping out his pain-relieving potion for a potent laxative, drawing a fetching and fanciful moustache on his upper lip whilst he slept, and lining his trunks with itching powder.NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Rolk had been having a truly terrible day.