Entrapped To Alien Lords Free chapter

16

I woke up and it was still dark. Master Bane and Master Kein were both stretched out and sound asleep on their backs. As often happens when I woke myself up at night, I had to pee, badly.

I tried to close my eyes but it didn't work. I couldn't sleep like this. Restlessly, I turned and was looking into Master Christof's bright eyes across the bed.

"Bathroom..." I started to say and he held up a hand to stop me.

He got up and motioned me to get up, which I did. Looking back at the bed all the men had momentarily awoken. Once they saw Christof had risen with me four heads dropped back and I heard their snoring.

I walked quickly to the bathroom and Master Christof followed. Once we were inside, I sat down facing the wall.

Master Christof stood and used one of the receptacles next me. I had used the ladies room when other ladies were in there. It was different with a guy right next to you.

Christof cleaned me silently. As we made our way through the kitchen area I pointed hesitantly to a jug on the table. I found my kneeling place and waited. Master Christof let me have a long drink and then took one himself.

"Sit with me?" he asked quietly.

"Of course, Master Christof."

I followed him into the lower level of the room. I admired him as he walked in front of me. He had a runner's body, long and lean. Above the linen shift he wore, he had several scars that sliced across his back. Life was hard for everyone here, I surmised.

I noticed Master Christof kept his hair a little shaggier than the rest of the men, not quite long, not quite short. It would have irritated my mother the way it fell over his eyes on the left side. I smiled sadly thinking about mom.

Master Christof sat down on a long chaise. I looked around for my kneeling pad. Chuckling softly, he pulled me to sit on the furniture with him. Master Christof laid back and pulled me to snuggle up next to him.

We lay silently for a bit. Master Christof just idly traced patterns over my arms. Finally, he spoke.

"You were very brave to speak to another man on my behalf, Ciara," he whispered into my ear, "thank you."

"You're welcome, Master Christof," I replied softly.

"I am sorry," he said quietly, "if I have caused you to fear me..."

I lay quietly and listened to his breathing for a moment before he spoke again.

"I know you are female," he said so quietly I almost didn't hear. "After seeing you at the posts, I realize you are not dangerous. It would be simple to overpower you..."

I agreed, but didn't say anything else. It wasn't clear to me what I should say to him. He was right and I understood why he feared females. Fearing me was admittedly pointless.

Master Christof wasn't like the others. He was afraid of something that had taken and used him. Honestly, I felt a connection to him.

He seemed different than he had been earlier today. He absently rubbed my arms down onto my hips. Master Christof was relaxed and, for some reason, I didn't mind the touching.

It had been a long day and I drifted, half asleep. Slowly, Master Christof shifted so I lay on my back and he was on his side watching me. I didn't stop him as he ran a hand over my chest.

Master Christof's fingers was explorative, tentative. He seemed to be gauging my reactions. I made no sound of protest as the contact became more sexual.

He touched the entirety of both breasts before brushing his fingers over the nipples. I was arching into his hand by the time he reached the puckered tips. The pain from before was gone and his light wispy touching was driving me wild. When his hand strayed lower I spread my legs for him, accepting this as my duty here.

"You don't have to, if you don't want to," he whispered in my ear.

His fingers were still over my pubic bone.

The choice surprised and excited me. I did not expect it, even from him. Looking up into his purple gaze I saw desire and uncertainty reflected back at me.

"I don't mind, Master Christof," I said giving the permission he had so generously requested.

He ran his fingers down my outer lips and slowly stroked. He seemed pleased to find wetness in the folds and smiled into my cheek.

"I did not pay as much attention as I should have to your care, Ciara. According to my brothers this should mean I am doing the right things," he said.

"Yes, Master Christof," I sighed as he continued with feathery light strokes.

"You don't need to call me Master when it is just you and I, Ciara," he whispered into my hair.

I froze and looked at him in shock, as if the rules weren't confusing enough. He just grinned back at me.

"If your brother found out I would be strapped back to the post, Christof," I murmured to him as he found the little bundle of nerves at the apex.

My hips started to twitch as he stroked it.

"Then I wouldn't do it when he is around," he said increasing the pressure of his touch.

I raised a hand to my breast and started to stroke the sensitive nipple. The other hand slowly reached down and moved his linen cover out of the way. I brushed his manhood with my fingertips.

The wild look came back into his eyes and I retracted my hand. He sighed and changed his stroke on my clit now circling the tiny bud.

"Touch me, Ciara, if you wish. I know you won't hurt me."

Tentatively, I reached down and ran my fingertips along the length of him. He shuddered under my touch; it was empowering. I took a hold of him and stroked up and down the shaft.

I hadn't had much experience with cock on Earth and this morning had been too rushed. I memorized him with my fingers. I ran my thumb along juncture where the tip met the base. Using the flat of my fingers I learned every ridge and vein. He lay still beside me letting me explore.

Suddenly, Christof's hand left my clit and he sunk his fingers inside of me. In the faint light of the room I could see his teeth had grown.

"Christof," I sighed into his ear, "you can have me, if you want."

Christof hurriedly pulled off his cover and let it fall to the floor. He pulled me so I was underneath him and slowly drove his mighty length into me. Christof sank down over me and groaned.

"It has been so long," he said sounding strained, "and never, never like this. You have no idea how this feels," he finished into my ear.

I wiggled underneath him and ground myself against him. "I've heard it's better if you're moving," I whispered into his neck teasingly.

He pulled back and looked at me. He was smiling, but those teeth made him look ferocious. Christof pulled out and moved back in watching my eyes. I ran my hands over his back and traced the lines I had seen before. He shivered as I touched the marks.

My hips were rising to meet him as he plunged down. As he sped up our bodies made a steady slapping sound. I moaned softly and he covered my mouth with his hand.

"I don't want my brothers to hear us," he whispered against my ear.

I tried to stay quiet but the sensations were rising inside my belly. Every downstroke moved him against my primed body.

I felt him grow larger inside me and his movements sped up. The wild look was back in his eyes now, but it was a good thing. My hips of their own volition were moving restlessly against him. When the sensations exploded I buried my face in his shoulder to muffle the cry. A moment later he grunted and writhed over me.

We lay panting for few moments. I felt a little chilled when Christof moved off of me.

"Do you need to bathe?" he asked.

"No, thank you, not every time," I answered smiling at him.

He pulled a blanket from in front of the fire over me. It was warm from where it had been sitting. Christof wrapped himself around my back and pulled my body against his.

"I'm sorry about this afternoon. My brothers would be very upset if they found out what I did," he whispered into my hair. "I hope I did not upset you."

"I won't say anything and I didn't mind," I answered him yawning.

Frankly, I was too tired to be confused by the weird statement. Why would his brothers cared if he masturbated? It didn't make any sense, but I was already drifting off.

His chuckling was the last thing I heard before I fell back to sleep.

I opened my eyes and was staring into bright blue ones. "Good morn, Ciara, why are you sleeping out here with my brother?" Master Evan asked.

Oh God, I should have known he was a morning person. I groaned and heard Christof laugh behind me.

"Our bed is no longer good enough, brother?" he asked Christof as he pulled me to my feet.

"We were both restless last night Evan. I'm sure we won't spend every night out here. The bed is much more comfortable," Christof answered rising and stretching.

Christof disappeared into the bedroom, as I stood waking up with his brothers. Master Evan ran a hand between my legs and found the sticky remains of last night. He showed it to the other three men and they all murmured.

"You need to be cleaned before the morning meal, Ciara," Master Evan said pulling me to the bathroom.

I was unaware exactly what he meant when he said cleaning. A shower and a teeth cleaning is what I had in mind. That happened, but I also received my first enema. Well, the first one I remembered.

Master Evan did make a point to remind me this had already happened once. It was humiliating, but I complied without too much whining. I didn't want to be bound outside again.

Master Evan pulled me to lay over him on a bench I hadn't noticed before in the bathroom as the other men came in doing their morning routine. With my ass in the air on his lap he inserted something into it. I tried to wiggle a little and he ignored me. Warm fluid was slowly poured into me. It felt weird, but not horribly unpleasant. It was the exposed position that had me more bothered than anything.

Master Evan removed the plug he had used to pour the liquid into me and stood me up. Now I felt full and uncomfortable. I had to go.

"The saleswoman said we should let the mixture sit for a little while. I will wash your hair while it does that," he said pulling me into the shower.

"Master Evan," I complained softly, "it's not comfortable. May I please use the pot?"