A Sex Slave To Alien Masters (Erotica)

After that, she reached down between her legs to place her hands in his long, dark hair. Again, she thought that he would claim her with his cock. She wanted him inside her, thrusting and taking his own pleasure from her. Again, he subverted expectations and continued tonguing at her dripping folds. With his arms locking her legs in place, he stroked his hands along her slender belly until his fingertips lowered to join his tongue.

She felt his fingers brush against her clit, slower than his tongue had been lavishing licks upon it. The slick, warm organ instead began to lower and probe deeper inside her open petals. His lips sealed around that velvety opening and lightly began to suck and tease at the tightening flesh he was so content to explore. The touch of his fingers grew firmer and deeper, causing her muscles to tense; pushing her once again to the brink of a climax more powerful than the first. She rocked her hips to that steadily increasing rhythm of his fingers whilst they teased out a symphony of ecstasy within her. A silent scream parted her lips when it finally reached its crescendo and she lost herself to it completely.

Gregory watched from his front row seat as the beautiful woman clawed at the furs beneath her and writhed against them in a dance of pure passion. This time, he allowed her to catch her breath, and only softly massaged the outer lips of her pussy with his tongue whilst keeping his fingers away from her sensitive clit so she could properly savour the afterglow.

She didn’t realise that he had shifted his position until she finally opened her eyes and found him settled over her. His fingers had replaced his tongue between her legs, and they had already begun stirring the familiar ache to feel him against her again. Lowering his head, he set a loving kiss on her lips that she welcomed openly until their tongues were entwined in an unending sensual caress.

They kissed like that for a long time, and her hands eventually lifted up to stroke along his cheeks. When it finally came to an end, he turned his face to plant a couple of little kisses in her palms and then shifted to whisper in her ear.

“You are my goddess. Mine.”

The twin profession of devotion and possession made her draw in a hiss of breath. That old part of her still lingered in the shadows of her mind; still craving power and the title that was taken from her. In calling her his goddess he fanned the flames of that aspect of her, and she adored him for it. Then he had called her his, and spoken the word with no uncertainty. Even with the shadows of her old self still present, they were nothing compared to her desperate longing to make amends. In him, she had seen a way to do that. A way to help and begin to make up for past sins. She wanted to serve him, for she sensed in him something strong and something noble. Something that would not break or bend as she had. So, she would happily be his goddess, or whatever else he wanted her to be.

Certainly, if she had to be something then “goddess” was certainly a pleasant enough title. Now all that remained was for her to earn it.

“Gregory,” she whispered the word more out of necessity than a desire for secrecy. Her breath was still not entirely in her control. “You have come to me to tend your wounds. May I?”

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“It is true; I don’t think I’ve ever seen such recovery in a patient. If it did anything but allow you to heal rapidly then I’d be highly concerned about the effect this world seems to have on you.”

“It also seems to give me a hyperactive sex drive, is that cause for concern?” He asked the question between nibbling softly on her earlobe and continuing to tease her slit with his fingers.

“I- I don’t think so.” She smiled and enjoyed the teasing. “It certainly has its benefits. But I had something else in mind for tending your injuries. I think you’ll enjoy it.”

“Then I’m yours.”

Hearing those words, she felt like she might almost purr with delight. After setting a lighter kiss on his lips, she sat up and crawled over to her supplies and equipment. This gave him a rather wanton view of her ass and the glistening slit he could still taste upon his lips. Looking back over her shoulder to make sure he had stayed put, she caught him looking up between her legs. The fascination he had with her body made something inside her chest flutter with excitement, and she decided to throw modesty to the winds. The crawling hadn’t carried the intent to give him a show. She was merely excited to impress him with what she had in mind. After seeing just how much she was enthralling him with that scintillating view, she damn-well wasn’t going to give it up.

So, rather than rising up to sit on her haunches to go through her things, she instead remained on her knees and leaned forwards onto her forearms. Her beautiful ass lifted into the air and she opened her knees to spread herself for his gaze. A little wiggle of her ass served to show him that she knew just how lewd she was being and that she didn’t give a damn about it. After taking up that position, she reached forward to begin picking out a number of small bottles. Once she had selected the elements she desired, she reached behind the boxes of ingredients and potions to pick up a long rolled-up rug.

Watching the usually prim and proper lady act so wantonly for him was quite the turn-on for the man. If she hadn’t asked him to allow her to take the initiative, he would have likely already mounted her from behind. His cock seemed to be made of aching steel, and it longed to embed itself inside the beautiful older woman. It was only his trust in her that kept him at bay, and she wasn’t in the habit of letting him down.

After gathering what she needed, she wrapped her arms around the items and held them to her chest before rising up on her knees and scooching back across the furs toward him. It didn’t take her long to get herself ready. She laid the rug down on the furs, and it was revealed to be more of a comfortable mat in the shape of a long rectangle. He’d seen similar ones in the courtesans’ tents, and knew that they were designed to keep oils from the furs.

“Lie down here, please?” she asked.

“Sure, but I don’t think I’m going to be able to lie on my front right now without things getting extremely uncomfortable for me.”

She glanced down to the hardened length of his member jutting up toward her as he laid on his side with one of his knees bent to spread open his own thighs. Apparently she wasn’t the only one capable of wanton displays.

Much to his enjoyment, her eyes fixed on his cock and he watched her lick her lips at the sight of it. She must not have known what she was doing, because she caught herself swiping her upper lip with the tip of her tongue and immediately pulled it back into her mouth. The fetching pink blush already on her cheeks deepened, and she glanced up to meet his eyes with an almost shy smile.

“That is quite alright. I doubt there are many aches and bruises on your back anyway, are there? Come.” She patted the mat.

He obediently shifted upright and moved to place his firm ass on the leathery surface of the mat before lying back upon it. As he did, she reached out to snatch up a pillow and tuck it beneath his head.

“Thanks,” he said.

“I confess that I enjoy having you watch me, Gregory. I never thought there would be another who would look upon me the way you do.”

“Valise, you’re one of the most staggeringly beautiful women I’ve ever laid eyes on. Just because you don’t have unending youth and powerful magic doesn’t mean you’ve lost that beauty. I like the way you look just fine. Orcs overlook you because they think you’re human and they don’t trust alchemy. People in the camp here defer to you because they respect you, and they show that respect by treating you like you’re in charge of the place. They don’t think it’s appropriate to flirt with the boss, and you do have this kind of otherworldly beauty about you. It kind of makes you seem untouchable, and way out of their league.”

“Am I so distant?”