I was supposed to be serving drinks… not served as one.
It’s a normal job for a human in the alien empire. Look cute, serve drinks, avoid actually working when possible.But when a blue dude defiles a pink lady in a back room, everything changes and lots of credits are on the table to be in the service of this alien lord for the evening. I just didn’t realize I’d be naked and bound on the table while my nectar drains from my massive chest into his drinking chalice.
Apparently, I’m also the entertainment and, as is tradition, he’s going to fill me with his alien seed repeatedly on stage.
I’m starting to think the credits are the consolation prize in this evening’s events.
Enjoy this standalone story with a Dominant Alien Master, BDSM themes and fertile, creamy goodness. 18+
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