A Sex Slave To Alien Masters (Erotica)

“Mmm,” Lydia wiggled her hips, stirring him lovingly inside her. “Now you mention it, this does feel a lot like winning.”

“I gotta say, you make losing a lot more fun than I’m used to.”

Her smile broadened at that and she lightly inclined her head to the side to raise a brow at him.

“Oh yes, master? They say that sooner or later the gods bring every soldier his fair share of wins and losses. So go win out there, and if you ever feel like your luck is about to run out, or the omens are against you, then come to me. You can lose as much as you like.”

He laughed at that, and she enjoyed the little vibrations it sent out over his body. Soon thereafter, his hands caressed across her thighs and over her hips before squeezing affectionately. That little squeeze served to encourage her to begin moving, and she planted her hands just beneath his shoulders to brace herself. It quickly became clear that she wasn’t about to take the slow and steady approach. She arose and fell in two successive strokes whilst shifting her body expertly to better align her body with the angle of his cock. When she was comfortable with that, she looked down one last time to give him a licentious smile before closing her eyes and tilting her head back to begin a truly wild ride.

After proving that she was more than happy to take everything he had to give, Lydia now seemed determined to show him exactly what she had to offer. Not wanting to wait for him to take the offering, she grabbed one of his hands from her hips and pushed it upon her heavy breast. The large globes bounced obscenely with her rapid movements, and with one hand placed upon the bare delights the other hand soon followed. He happily groped and squeezed at the soft, plump tits whilst she continued rocking her hips hard against him. Their tent filled with desperate panting accompanied by the light slapping noises of their bodies connecting in a rapid rhythm.

To accompany her ferocious fucking, Lydia decided to make it explicitly clear how much she was enjoying herself.

“Fuck, fuck fuck!” She screamed the word each time she fully impaled herself upon him. “Master! I love your cock! Give it to me!”

The demand was followed by her body quaking in a hot and explosive climax that sent her fresh fuck juices splattering against his firm abs. After momentarily losing her voice, she squeaked out a follow-up.

“Yes! I’m c- a-again!” she proclaimed; shortly before losing the power of speech.

He released one of her tits to assist her next climax by lightly sliding his fingers against her clit, immediately forcing her thighs to clamp around his hand as she was sent skyrocketing back to the heights of bliss. It was a stunning sight to behold to see the sultry courtesan so completely lost in her sexual fervour. The release was so potent that she actually began to stand, stopping when her knees locked together after his hand followed her pussy to continue its rapid caress of her clit.

He felt her love juices drip down across his abs as she continued to shudder and buck above him. The length of his cock was momentarily released from its welcoming prison as she rode out a smaller climax on his fingers. Although he’d been known to inspire multiple climaxes before, he hadn’t exactly thought it was possible for someone to cum as much as Lydia seemed to be doing just then. It felt like he was witnessing a small miracle happening just above his crotch.

Given that she wasn’t quite in her right mind just at that moment, it took Lydia a little while to realise that his cock had escaped her grasp. She soon rectified that by sitting back down upon him, fully sliding his thick member into her welcoming depths in one smooth roll of her hips. With a fresh degree of assertiveness, she grasped both his wrists and pinned them at either side of his head. Leaning her body forward, she lay across him and claimed his lips in a fiery kiss. The touch broke upon her husky voice renewed with vigour confidence.

“Give it to me, Gregory. Fill me. I want to feel your heat inside me. Fill my pussy with your hot cum, master.” His name was uttered with complete adoration, whilst that last word was purred with such licentious aggression that he wasn’t quite sure who was mastering who in that moment.

It wasn’t a demand he was in any position to refuse.

Lydia sensed her words pushing him past the point of no return and raised herself back up to straddle him whilst renewing her rapid movements. The hot, wet sucking slaps their bodies made together served as the beat to the music of her sultry moans and his rising roar of pleasure. Having his hands released, he reached up to immediately squeeze those magnificent tits whilst the first quaking shudder of his orgasm ran through him. His entire body tightened in a shallow arc that sent Lydia bouncing up unexpectedly whilst pushing every inch of his cock inside her. She felt his release, and its potency drove her back toward her own brink. There was no mistaking it; for this time she had claimed him for her own and to take such a man was a heady feeling for the normally passive courtesan.

Not that she wasn’t giving plenty in return. Her hands clasped upon his, urging him to massage her tits as he pleased whilst her body continued to milk him of his seed. She had witnessed quite a few of Gregory’s more intense orgasms, but she had never felt one burst forth so potently inside her before. It made her appreciate Fiona’s preference for rougher sex, and since a new door had clearly been opened between her and her master she hoped that it might bring a new aspect to their relationship.

For his part in the matter, Gregory wasn’t able to be quite so philosophical just then. The thunderous orgasm tearing through his loins was proving to be quite the distraction. It seemed to last quite a bit longer than average, and by the time his muscles finally relaxed he felt momentarily spent.

Of course, with Gregory’s libido “momentarily” was a bit literal. Though the fire in him seemed momentarily sated, it wasn’t long before the embers began to burn hot again when he looked up to see the naked Lydia smiling down upon him.

“So,” he panted the word out before grinning back up at her. “I feel like I’ve missed a huge opportunity in not doing this sooner.”

He relaxed his hold on her breasts to slide his hands down the flanks of her hourglass figure until they came to rest on her hips.

“You’ve had your shares of struggles today, master. Don’t feel too bad about it.” She reached out to stroke a few stray strands of his dark hair from his sweat-coated brow.

“I sure as hell know where I’m coming in future when I need cheering up.”

“I’m very glad to hear that, master.” She purred the words in a playfully seductive tone.© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

“You know, as it happens, I’m feeling a little glum again. Would you mind?”