A Sex Slave To Alien Masters (Erotica)

“Good then,” she smiled warmly and turned to see that his erection was still prominently jutting up toward the sky. Concerned, she sat up to look down at his face and saw his mouth and chin still gleaming with her love nectar. “Are you not fulfilled?”

Ulf had never seen Ulla look quite so troubled before, and decided not to tease her in the matter but instead to be honest. So he sat upright and kissed her lips, angling his head properly so their tusks didn’t get in the way. It seemed to calm her, but she looked nervously down at his erection as if she might have somehow failed him.

“Ulla, look at me.”

She did.

“I am more fulfilled now than I have ever been,” he explained. “It’s just that I have wanted this for some time now, and you just outmatched my every expectation. I want you more and more with each passing moment, and I don’t think I will ever be sated. Do you understand?”

“Oh, I see.” She once again let her gaze fall down between his legs, although now her expression was far more appreciative of what she saw. “I didn’t know that was possible.”This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

“It is.” He nodded passively before a thought occurred to him. “Although, I think it’s not unfair to say that it throws the bout into question. We should probably have a rematch.”

That definitely got her attention, and for a moment she thought of arguing that he lost fair and square and should damn well deal with it. It was only when she realised what he was truly after that she decided a rematch really wasn’t such a bad idea.

“This time, no holding my balls hostage,” he added.

“Tch, fine! This time I’m not going to need to keep you still anyway.” She sat up and spun herself into a casual flip before falling into a practiced battle stance.

Ulf stumbled to his feet with less grace but equal enthusiasm, as his foot still hummed with pain. Given what was on offer, he didn’t seem to mind it all that much. They each let out a little growl to signal their readiness, and Ulla charged at him soon thereafter.

Although they were only sparring, they both still wanted to win. So when they came within reach, the combat began with a series of blows toward each other that were designed to weaken and move in for the clinch. Ulf managed to get the upper hand, sacrificing a hard impact to his abdomen in favour of closing in faster. This time, he pulled her to the ground with his arms grasped firmly about her waist.

She fell and immediately began to scramble up, but soon felt him tackle her from behind. Not making the same mistake again, he pushed down his full weight on her. Although in her defence it wasn’t Ulf’s arms pinning her in place that managed to take the fight out of her. It was the feel of his cock slipping between her thighs and up against her pussy that made her have second thoughts about breaking free.

Once he properly had her beneath him he halted his assault; her ass pressed against his crotch and her cheek resting on the cool stone. Even in his lust-crazed state, he knew the importance of that moment. She found it to be slightly unnecessary; given what they had already done together she assumed that her consent was rather heavily implied by that point. Yet it was reassuring to know that he valued her so much that he was willing to halt his craving for her until she gave him a more formal encouragement. She was about to get herself fucked, after all.

Rather than tell him he was quite welcome to get down to it, she instead opted to gyrate her hips back against him. Her firm ass pressed against his lower belly and his cock slid against her slick lower lips. A low purr of encouragement stirred in her throat, and she momentarily lost the fight in her gaze to longingly stare up at him.

With her signal, he made a slight adjustment and pushed against her to make them both cry out as his cock parted her silken folds to push inside her. She was incredibly tight, and that sweet resistance slowed this thrust. A hiss of breath passed through her clenched teeth, and made him momentarily halt his advance. Sparring was one thing, but he didn’t want to hurt her. Not there.

“More. Deeper.” She growled the words with clear intent. There was some mild pain, but their opening bout had made her lubricating juices plentiful. “I want all of you.”

For once, Ulf almost cheered for Ulla’s downright stubborn nature. After their struggle, his hands were firmly planted on her back just below her neck whilst his other arm was still wrapped tightly about her waist. He considered the risk for a moment, and then finally loosened his grasp around her to slide his hand lower. His fingers soon familiarised with the sweet spot that his tongue had been lathering attention upon.

Under other circumstances, such a lapse in his grip on her would have led to the female escaping his grasp and rapidly introducing his nose to the floor. Though her eyes were still slightly glazed, and her mouth hung open from the powerful sensation between her legs, she found herself smiling. He must have known he risked his own pain to bring her more pleasure, and she fell just a little more in love with him for it. He seemed to know what he was doing with his fingers just as much as he had with his tongue. Not pressing too hard, and mixing renewed pushes with tender caresses of her clit to wrack her body with crashing waves of intense sensation.

She soon found herself arching her back to push her ass up toward him, and in doing so she embedded the last of his length inside her. It felt as if he’d been made for her, and the fullness she felt was something she knew a part of her would always want.

He’d lowered his upper body when he’d finally felt her ass pressing against him once again. She felt incredible. He had expected the tightness, the wetness, and the heat. What he had not expected was just how alive she felt inside. Parts of her inner walls tightened whilst others relaxed, and it seemed as if she was actually caressing him even though neither of them was moving. Her hand reached up and grasped his thickly-muscled upper arm. It made him flinch, for he expected her to continue the fight. Instead she simply used it for leverage to lift herself up and turn her head to kiss him.