A Sex Slave To Alien Masters (Erotica)

“I like that story. It’s often told with the focus on Eduran and his many battles, but I always remember Rila waiting for him to return to her. It must have taken a great deal of love to wait ten years for someone.” She had grown somewhat introspective at that, but when she finished she lifted her gaze to look directly at him. “I think I’m beginning to know how she felt. Waiting is not easy.”

“Who are you waiting for, Lydia?” Gregory asked; already sensing he knew the answer.

“You, Gregory.” The admission was made without a hint of shame or hesitation, and she looked him square in the eyes as she spoke.

He returned that look whilst a small smile formed on his lips that showed a hint of sadness combined with a great deal of affection.

“You know I’m not exactly in a position right now to offer up what you’re waiting for. I’m sorry if-”

“No. I know. Please, don’t be sorry. I might not dance like Fiona or Talina, but it is my job to read people and I do it well. Few have the capacity to fully share themselves with a single other person, let alone two. I know your feelings for Algra and Janette. I know that Valise also has a place in your heart. Such feelings shouldn’t be rushed over. I just…”

“If there’s an opening down the line for someone else to join us, then you want to be considered for the job?”

The corners of her lips rose at his understanding, and seemed grateful for his bluntness in the matter. It seemed she wasn’t the only one with skill at reading people. She nodded her head agreeably to his question.

“Fucking hell,” he let out a little laugh. “All that time alone hoping to meet a girl and now I’ve got a damn queue forming.”

Lydia shared his laugh, albeit somewhat nervously as he hadn’t addressed her offer directly.

“Ok, Lydia,” he said. “Once I’m not getting my head knocked every day, and if the other women in my life agree to it, then I’d love to see if we can find something between us. Truth be told, I think there already is. I just don’t really have the time to explore it properly right now. Until I can, do you want me to keep my distance?”

That certainly caused her smile to disappear in an instant.

“Master-”

“No, if we’re talking like this then it’s Gregory. Or just Greg.”

She paused a moment to collect herself, then nodded her head in the affirmative.

“Greg. The last thing I want is for you to distance yourself from me. For one thing, I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, but you’re certainly not the only one who enjoys our current arrangement. I’m not quite sure how in all the dark realms it’s possible for you to have the stamina or talents that you do, but I’m extremely glad to be on the receiving end of it.”

“But you want more.”

“Yes. I do.” She gave a small nod and lightly nibbled on her lower lip whilst she contemplated herself for a moment. “Except that’s hardly your fault or mine, is it? Such feelings are difficult to control. I don’t think we should let them spoil our fun. Besides, although there’s certainly a part of me that wants to lie beside you at night, there’s another part of me that enjoys looking after you. You come to me bruised and hurt and I get to push away your pains and ease your worries. I like that, and I think you need it right now. You have obligations to the others. Fiona wants a master. Valise wants a friend. Janette needs a lover. Algra needs…” she trailed off, not quite being able to place what it was that Algra Strongblood needed from anyone.

“To hit me over the head every now and again,” he helpfully filled in.

“Exactly!” she laughed aloud, which he couldn’t help but notice made certain sizable parts of her jiggle invitingly. It didn’t take long to catch him looking, and she arched her back slightly to offer up the bountiful globes with a look of brazen encouragement. “The point is that I don’t mind being the one you come to talk to when you need something, Gregory. You are under a crushing amount of pressure right now, and for the time being I don’t mind having no strings attached. All I want is a promise that once these provings are over and things settle down, that you will give us the chance to offer each other something more.”

“Now that right there’s just about the easiest promise I’ve ever made.” Without worrying about any potential consequences, he leaned in to seal his lips against hers with a light caress. “And thank you for being monumentally understanding.”

“Mmm,” she leaned into the kiss before looking down between them at the pillar of hardened manhood rising up to point at her. “Thank you for being… monumental.”

Her mouth curved into a grin at that, and she flashed him a glimpse of perfect white teeth.

“Hey, don’t thank me. That’s definitely your fault. And you know what?”Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

“What?”

“I’m not feeling nearly as angry anymore.”

“Oh? Then perhaps I could ease your tension then, master.” Lydia reached out to wrap her fingers around his erect member, her touch was light and intended to tantalise his ever-ravenous libido.

“Didn’t I tell you to call me Greg?” he said; closing his eyes and enjoying her touch.

“You did, but it’s not exactly a secret that being called ‘master’ turns you on, master” she purred that last word into his ear whilst firming her grip on him.

He wanted to argue that point and defend himself, but they both felt his cock twitch in her hand at the suggestion. It made arguing something of a moot point. Lydia’s smile broadened when he actually flushed with embarrassment.

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of, Gregory,” she leaned in and planted another kiss on his lips, then on to his reddening cheeks. “You like power. You like dominance. Yes? But you also like it when I ride you. You like being shown new things. You never make demands without knowing they will be welcomed. And you know what else?”

He shook his head, feeling oddly ready to burst in her hand with the way she was teasing him. There was certainly no mistaking who was in control right then, and it wasn’t even close.

“I like it,” she said. “I’m not as submissive as Fiona. I’m not as mild as Valise. I’m not as guilty as Janette. I’m not as strangely dutiful as Talina. I simply enjoy knowing that you own me. That you could do anything you wanted to me; and that you choose to make me happy. It happens to be what turns me on the most about you. See?”