A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

“Evan talk to Stayne and remind him of the rules. Tell him he will not like my reminder,” Master Damien ordered.

Master Evan sat my feet on the ground and I followed him back to the tent. He told the other man not to touch what wasn’t his. The other man, Stayne, acted mock surprised. The two of them joked for several minutes about what Master Damien would do if he kept it up. Stayne did relent fairly quickly which made me think everyone must have a healthy respect for Master Damien.

The rest of the game was uneventful. I think my owners won, but I couldn’t be sure. Being closer to the action didn’t help me understand it any better.

After the game we walked back into the bath house. I was wondering why they even bothered having a shower in their quarters, so I asked them.

“More questions, Ciara?” Master Bane Laughed at me.

“Convenience,” Master Damien answered, “they are a nicety and a sign of our stature, but we prefer the bath house.”

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I washed Master Damien as usual. Once he was done, Master Kein slid in front of me on the bench along the wall. We sat in a shallow part of the pool. Almost everyone was in the deeper water, so it almost felt Like we were alone.

I ran the cloth over Master Kein’s body and noticed there were a lot fewer scars. His shading was also different. Where Master Damien had thin barely visible stripes of gold and golden brown, Master Kein’s stripes were thicker and darker.

“You don’t have as many scars as your brother, Master Kein,” I commented.

“Perhaps I am a better fighter,” he said teasingly pulling me to sit and straddle his lap.

I continued to bathe him and ended up wrapping my legs around his waist. His Length started to harden between us. I tried to continue the conversation to distract him.

“You are a better fighter than Master Damien, Master Kein?” I asked.

I had seen first hand what Master Damien could do, I never wanted to see it again. Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

He Laughed outright at me and ran his hands boldly over my body. “I am someone that sits quietly and attacks with stealth, Ciara. My brothers each have a skill, that is mine. Damien is much better at hand to hand combat than I am.”

“Your coloring is different, Master Kein,” I said running a finger along his chest over a particularly dark Line.

“Better for camouflage, Ciara,” he answered watching as I traced the marks.

“You hunt things, Master?” I asked touching down his arm.

The muscles slid under my fingers and I was reminded how strong he probably was, how strong they all were.

“So curious,” he murmured, “about everything. Yes, I hunt things, Ciara.”

“What kind of things do you hunt, Master Kein?”

His golden brown eyes appraised me as I rubbed the cloth over his neck and shoulders.

“Other men when they are lost or when they have attacked the village.

Sometimes I hunt game to eat for dinner,” he said pulling me tight against him.