A Sex Slave To Alien Masters (Erotica)

The women here had found the melody did soothe the child and were impressed by it. The human had not been chastised for the care she showed the young one. She was as devoted as any mother should be.

“It was awful the night they took the child,” Ronal said getting back to the point I dreaded.

I focused on Master Christof and felt more at peace. He was right. I could survive this, outside of my own head.

“The human screamed for her child for many nights. She wailed worse than the child had. The women here feared they would have to do away with her if she could not be calmer. Finally she calmed and the men were able to take her back to the compound,” Ronal finished.

It was late and my men were tired. At least that’s what they told Ronal and his Brothers. They ushered the other men out of the apartment and we conversed internally.

The bond wasn’t normal, the other men had not experienced it. They had not advertised it at least. Master Damien understood why, his Brothers understood why, and I understood through them.

The weakest member of the family was the weakest member of the bond. It was a vulnerability and that was never advertised. My men guarded each other without exception. The death or injury of one would be the death or injury of them all.

They would have to defend me if it came to it and I should defend them.

Five sets of eyes looked uneasily at me. No more breaking down, no more sadness at the loss of the child; I had to be as strong as they were expected to be. They weren’t sure I was capable.

“I’ll do it Masters, I promise,” I said solemnly looking down.

I would be strong for my baby. Breaking down and screaming would only potentially harm the child. Children were brought into this world and left to the care of Keepers everyday. Mine would be safe that way.

I needed a distraction. This train of thought was disturbing to all of us. My men had a tried and true way to distract me. It was decided we would do that now.

Master Damien cupped my face his hands and turned my face up. He brought his mouth down over mine stroking my lips with his. His tongue pressed into my mouth and he kissed me deeply.

My men wanted to be close, I wanted to be close. We were bonded, but they wanted to do something together. There was one thing we were very good at doing together.

My outfit was gone in an instant, pulled roughly over my head and I shivered.

“Light the warmer in the sleeping chamber,” Master Damien ordered pulling me to his chest.

I wrapped my arms around Master Damien and pulled him close to me. My softness against his hard body felt wonderful from both sides. When Master Christof pressed against my back and ran his hands over my body, I shivered for an entirely different reason.

I tugged at Master Damien’s shirt and helped him remove it. A kneeling place was pushed in front of me and I knelt to undo his boots. They loved having me undress them. Each man took a turn as I slowly revealed their breathtaking bodies.

There were new scars. They had not rewrapped their injuries from earlier and I could see the healing cuts on their flesh.

“You can’t do this again,” I said seriously, tracing the edge of a long gash across Master Evan’s chest.

Hurting each other like that was insane and ridiculous. They shouldn’t lash out at one another. It caused me pain to imagine them hurting their Brothers. The family was safety and should be the antithesis of danger.

My men didn’t agree. If their bond was broken, they didn’t want to live. Being together kept them sane, they wouldn’t live on alone.

The pull of the emotional bond had me. I couldn’t help but at least acquiesce. There wasn’t a good place in their minds to openly disagree and I was part of that now.

Their sexual arousal was flowing freely at me. They wanted me and I, in return, wanted them.

Damien carried me to their sleeping quarters and the warmer was doing an excellent job. The room was very comfortable. He sat me on my feet and stood looking down at me.

“What do you want, Damien?” I asked sliding a hand down his chest to grasp his thick tool in my hand.

My mouth wrapped around him, that’s what he wanted.

“Lay down,” I said releasing his cock and pushing him toward the bed.

Once he was stretched out on the surface I followed him and knelt over him. Kissing down his chest and stomach I crept closer and closer to his shaft.Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

Evan’s consciousness was enjoying the sensation of my lips on Damien’s skin. He loved that I was always so willing to put my mouth on them. As I flicked my tongue along the ridges of Damien’s abdomen, it was Evan’s pleasure I felt.

I decided to give Evan more of what he wanted. I tasted the thick springy hair around Damien’s cock, nuzzling the shaft with my nose. Licking slowly I tasted until I was licking the head like a lollipop. I squeezed the shaft and tiny amount of pre cum appeared.

“Taste it,” Evan moaned watching very closely.

My mouth dropped over the tip of Damien’s dick and I sucked. He tasted tangy and salty. I lapped at the tip as Damien bucked beneath me.

A hand wrapped into my hair and Evan pulled me up. He was glad they had kept my hair. Despite their dislike of the coarse hair covering their own women, my hair was different. It was thinner and softer, like theirs.

Evan pulled me to his lips and pressed his tongue between mine. He tasted me and he tasted Damien on me. The bond only got stronger as his Brother’s flavor exploded in his mouth.

I felt the way Evan did for a moment. He knew exactly where each of his Brothers were in this room. He could have pinpointed their location without opening his eyes. It was a sense I didn’t have and his Brothers didn’t have.

It didn’t work well in the mountains, something here disrupted his ability, especially if they were separated by distance. The sense in the compound allowed Evan to track his family continuously. He derived comfort from knowing exactly where they all were.