A Sex Slave To Alien Masters (Erotica)

She had indeed lifted her head to look down over him again, and her eyes were simmering with desire at hearing his words. Rather than push him for more, she mixed the oil with two smaller bottles in a little bowl she had brought with her. One of the bottles carried a clear blue liquid, and the other was light green. The resulting mixture reminded him of clear, tropical oceans. It had a fresh, enlivening scent and once it was properly mixed she lifted the bowl and poured a trickle of the liquid over his chest. Once it touched him, it lost its colour and brought out a shine in his own skin once her hands followed to rub it into his overworked body.

It wasn’t long into the massage before he actually groaned with relief. He managed to forego the sight of her and closed his eyes to relax as she worked the soreness out of him. It began with her hands moving in broad strokes up and down along his chest, rising along the outer flanks and under his arms before meeting at the centre of his chest and descending once more down to his lower belly. Throughout it all, his cock never relented and offered a prominent spire. Those long, languid strokes seemed to be for diagnostic purposes. Soon enough she began to focus on his injured regions.

Although that wasn’t until she decided to tame the erect prow; lifting one leg to cast it across his body and then settling down to perch herself across his thighs. She’d already worked the oil into his legs, and their combined slick bodies slipped against each other. The combination of the miracles she was working with her hands and the fact that a beautiful woman had just straddled him brought a groan from his throat, and he looked up at her again.

“We don’t have to ever go outside this tent again, do we? Can we just do this forever instead?” he asked.

The elf’s melodic laugh rang in his ears, and brought a smile to his lips.

“I don’t think Janette or Algra would take to that idea.”

“They don’t know how good this feels. Jeez, why didn’t we do this before now?”Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

He felt more tension disperse from where Ulf had landed a particularly staggering blow earlier in practice. The pain sank beneath the touch of her hands and she lightly kneaded his muscle with her talented fingers.

“I’ve been meaning to, but it takes time, and you often distract me.”

“Hey, you’re the distracting one here. Every time I come in here you’re wearing a see-through robe.”

“That’s because I want you to fuck me, Gregory.”

She slid forward along his thighs until her pussy came to rest against the base of his cock. He could feel the wet, warm folds of her lower lips open slightly as they pushed against his thickness. It felt almost as if she was giving him a naughty little kiss.

His gaze had become distant and dreamy as she had worked her talents upon his aching body; but it focused back upon her with purpose upon hearing her words and feeling that kiss.

“Valise, if you want me to fuck you then you don’t have to wear a see-through robe. All you have to do is look at me. I mean, you’re utterly gorgeous and I’m completely in awe of you right now. Any time you want to explore this kinky side of yourself? I’m in.”

“That is good to know.” She began to move herself on him, using the slippery surface of their bodies to slide against him as her hands continued to massage the aches and pains from his chest.

“Besides, you don’t have to dress up for me,” he continued. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed but I’m kind of a slut.”

She rose up using one hand planted upon his chest to steady her whilst lifting the other to place a fingertip on her chin and look upward in contemplation of his words. Her hips continued to roll slowly, grinding her pussy against the underside of his cock and pushing the hard member up against his abs.

“You know, now I think about it you are quite the slut, aren’t you?” she teased.

He flashed a grin up at her. Guilty as charged, ma’am.

“I think,” she moved her hands to place them both on his belly, her thumbs coming to rest just over where the peak of his cock was pressed against him. “I think that it might be contagious.” Slowly, she slid her hands up over his hard pectorals to slip over his shoulders whilst lowering down upon him. The soft mounds of her breasts flattened against his chest, and her hair spilled around his head until her face was the only thing he could see. “When I sit and cook dinner, when I mix potions, when I see you walking through the camp, my mind often wanders. I think about you taking me. I want it all the time. You make me feel so good. So loved. There is purity in that feeling, but there is also lust there. It isn’t always easy for me to control it. I want you inside me. I want to give myself to you. I want to claw at the dirt and scream obscenities at the moon whilst you thrust yourself into me. Do you think that makes me a slut?”

She had been deftly keeping the highly-aroused male relaxed until that point, but upon whispering those naughty secrets to him it seemed that they both decided it was time to escalate matters. Whatever Valise had put into that oil of hers had invigorated him, and he felt something very much like the urge to stretch. Rather than lazily stretching his muscles, however, it seemed instead to be focused on a much more active course of action.

Given the close proximity of their faces, with the tips of their noses occasionally touching together, it wasn’t difficult for him to catch her in a kiss. It wasn’t a playful touch, but rather a statement of purpose. He wanted her to know that he was about to give her every opportunity to make truth of her words, in every way he knew how.

Sensing the beast within him had been properly roused; Valise moaned into his kiss and curved her back until the tip of his cock pressed against her entrance. The kiss turned slightly playful, as their oily bodies were more difficult to wield toward each other. His cock kept slipping against her and prodding at her belly, or going in the other direction and sliding up between her ass cheeks. They both smiled as much as they could at the sensation, whilst still locking their lips against each other. Both of them enjoyed the slight frustration, and the tease it offered as their bodies continued to writhe together seeking that connection.