Alien Sex Slave Novels & Stories

deliciously dangerous, I want to have sex Alina! Get in girl.

Alex defended, he sees nothing wrong with what he is doing. "Let's see, since you will be taking her there tomorrow, let's do this. Leave her on her own and if any man talks to her who will examine your emotions, you get jealous, it is something else but if you don't then she is still your slave." "What are you getting at Dexter? That girl is nothing but a sex slave to me" Alex said, he took out a stick and lit it. "Can't you see it, man? You love that girl and it is not good for business" Alex laughed hard that he almost choked on his cigar.

Four female demons were chained in their hands and feet but could still move around freely, their perky breasts were pointed and beautiful as Axel stood above them, caressing their heads and showing dominance as he made them all play with his huge torso with their tongues. In his right hand was a whip which he held strongly, his cheeks curved in a slight grin as he savored the sweet feeling of their warm tongues. The demons Stephanie, Isha, Maya and Martha were all his sex slaves and were to do whatever he wanted no matter how painful or uncomfortable it was for them. With time Stephanie and Martha strayed from the main goal of pleasuring Axel and moved on to licking each other out and seeki

Now she was nothing but a sex slave to him and a person who could make him fulfill all his dreams. Harris bent her on her table and thrust into her without any warning. Due to the lack of wetness, Alina screamed when she felt the corners of her pussycat tearing apart. She tried to tell him that she was hurting, but he thrust even deeper, releasing a warning growl. Alina cried silently, praying that he would get done soon. She didn't know for how long she was bent over that table, being fucked roughly with no mercy, but after, like, forever, she heard him groaning behind her, and she felt a load of juices released deep into her cunt.

"What you did with Margie? Saving yourself for your mate?" "That was different," I continue to speak with my eyes cast down to the ground. "Margaret was a girl." "Interesting," Alexander says humorously. "So if I found another woman you would sleep with her but not me?" "NO!" I accidently yell in his direction. "I am not a sex slave." Gripping me again by the shoulders Alexander shakes me back and forth in his grasp. "You are whatever I tell you you are." "No," I whimper as I fight against his grasp. "I won't."

I cry out, grabbing the edge of the counter, knees nearly buckling. “Fuck, Alexander,” He growls into my pussy like he’s punishing me with every lick. Slow, then fast, then slow again. Cruel and controlling. He pulls back only to slap my inner thigh, then sucks on my clit until I see stars. “This pretty pussy is mine,” he grits, licking up my wetness. “And you walked around a room full of people with it bare? Like a fucking whore looking for cock?” I shake my head, voice a wreck. “No, I didn’t, fuck, Alexander, please,”

It was only after I came to the capital of Atheon that I realized the truth: Wolves owned the world, and the king owned them. I was an ordinary human now. A girl who could be sold to scrub floors or auctioned to sell her body. There was no lupine blood in me, no witchcraft either. And if there is one thing I hated, it's the Werewolves. Once, one of the girls at the brothel told me that when the werewolves came, years ago, they turned everyone into slaves. If you were lucky, you were sold as one. A house slave. A war slave. Sometimes a girl was called lucky if a wolf claimed her and she became one of them. The worst fate of all, she said, was to be sold for bodies instead of labor.

The sliver of hope brightened her senses, giving life back to her world. "I'll do anything you want," she said. Her chest filled with hope as a flurry of butterflies swarmed her insides. Being his slave was almost better than being his girlfriend... maybe. It would certainly be intimate. "Okay, while you're already down on your knees I'll give you a little test to see if you're genuine or just... a time-waster," he said, curling his lip at the thought that someone would dare to waste his time. 'He's going to make me give him head in the classroom,' Sienna thought, becoming instantly aroused.

he grabbed my suit’s lapel, pushing me backwards and causing me to stumble into a row of stools, wine bottles and glasses. After claiming Omega slaves at the auction, unmarried Alpha Kings can use them as sex slaves. Married ones have the option to employ them as castle maids or as additional sex partners if they’re unsatisfied with their partners or for other reasons. It’s their decision. However, Hermes was mistaken. I wasn’t treating Brianna like a maid, nor was I using her as a sex slave.

“And I highly doubt they would grant permission for an Alpha to have a human caregiver, especially one as powerful as your mother.” Alpha? So Ashton isn’t just a high-ranking werewolf, but an Alpha of their pack? I stared at my feet, feeling instantly mousy and insignificant in the presence of such powerful beings. No wonder he always looked so confident and in control. And surely he would insist on taking me with him, which I preferred instead of staying with the Connors. However, my heart sank as Ashton said, “Okay.” “If you want a slave, you can choose among the omegas. I’ll give as many as you want, but Aaliyah is exclusive to me.”