A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

Chapter 362

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“Let us make you ready.”

I wanted to tease him, so I bit his lower jaw gently. “Do you want to punish me?” I asked breathlessly, Looking into his eyes.

The erotic way Damien had of punishingfor perceived naughtiness madeburn with desire for him. He didn’t take the bait, though and ignored the biting.

“Lay down,” he coaxed pushingback, “you do not need such stimulation as that right now.”

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Damien’s lips were on mine and his tongue was in my mouth as soon as my back touched the cover. Kein’s sweet Lips were covering my breasts with attention and Evan had wormed his way between my thighs.

Soft kisses and gentle licks broughtto the verge of orgasm and then Damien pushed his Brothers away to sink into my flesh.

“Find your pleasure,“ Damien coaxed as Christof’s hand slipped between us and strummed my clit as I was filled.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

Deep grey eyes watchedas my mouth opened in a soundless cry. The stimulation was unbearably pleasurable and I clenched tightly on Damien.

He moved with great control as I writhed and panted beneath him.

The men were sweet and gentle with me. Each of them Laidon my back and tookslowly. I did everything they liked, but they didn’t get excited or lose control.

I cunder them in sweet, cresting waves. Frankly, I wasn’t sure how they got enough stimulation to get themselves off. No matter how hard I pushed they maintained the sslow, methodical rate. It was frustrating.

The pace began to makerestless. I needed their raw, masculine energy. It was what I was used to. It wasn’t clear where this new softer side was coming from.

The picture cinto focus when Evan grabbed my hips and started to takemore roughly. Damien slapped his shoulder and told him to slow down. Kein warned him not to hurt me. They thought I was sick.

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“I’m not ill,” I panted grabbing Evan’s hair and twisting my fingers in it, “fuckharder.”

The Brothers had decided and my words fell on deaf ears. Evan took his tand although the sweat formed on his brow, he didn’t increase the speed or power of his thrusts.

“Grow your teeth and do me,” I demanded pulling harder on his hair.

My hands were pulled away and restrained beside my head on the bed.

“You are weak, Sister,” he murmured lapping at the sweat on my neck, “frail and weak. I do not wish to hurt you. Let us join tenderly.”

It did feel good, in a completely vanilla sort of way. They eventually released my hands and I stroked Evan in a Loving manner.

Christof was last and it was the swith him. I tried again to convince him and he almost listened. The pull of the family bond won out though.

“Thin humans are healthy,” I said once Christof rolled off of me. “On my plwe spend lots of time and money to be thin.”

Damien’s gaze travelled across my form and he spoke, “You are not just thin. You are malnourished. It will make your bones weak and your skin fragile. If this continued your hair would fall out and so would your teeth,” he stated bluntly.

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