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It was a three piece belly dancing outfit, complete with a hip scarf full of jingling coins. They had bought the one that the men at the store had made for me. It was perfect, especially considering no one that made it had ever seen one before.
Stroking the waves of fabric, I was touched. They had bought this even after they had lost me. In hopes we could see one another again, they had kept it. Master Kein had even learned to play an instrument so I could dance for them. They never forgot me, not for a moment.
Tears spilled down my face and I thanked each one of them.
“Why do you make the tears?” Master Christof asked. “Have we made you sad? Will you empty your stomach now?”
“No, no,” I argued laughing through the tears, “I’m happy. I promise you, Master Christof, sometimes humans cry when we are happy, also. I promise not to get sick.”
I jumped to my feet and grabbed the outfit. “Let me surprise you, Masters. Let me put it on myself and then come out and dance for you. Please, may I?” I asked.
They seemed to consider the question for a moment before coming to a consensus.
“Go, Ciara,” Master Damien waved toward the back room, “but we will help you if you need it.”
I ran for the doorway, which entered a bedroom and donned the clothing. A plain bed with white covers sat in the middle of the room; we’d be there soon enough. I struggled slightly, but got the outfit all on.
Having on clothing that actually covered me for the first time in months felt odd. I was used to ornamentation that just flowed around me. Even the cover I wore to market was looser. This outfit felt constricting and I wasn’t accustomed to it.
I pulled my breasts up in the top, so the plump curves sat high and proud on my chest. Wiggling around I pushed the skirt so the edge rode low on my belly. I wanted my Masters to really see the motion of my hips and stomach as I danced.
“Master Kein, if you want to start, I’m ready,” I called, adjusting the skirt one more time.
Master Kein started to play and I exited the room with a flourish. I shook and shimmied in a way my old instructor would have been proud of. The fabric swished around me billowing out. I gave the men the best show I had.
I loved the outfit and hoped it showed. The coins jingled and danced on my waist adding to the music Master Kein made. The melody flowed and swayed as my hips kept the rhythm and added to it.
I felt their eyes burning into me as I danced. Bane seemed mesmerized by the roll of my hips. His eyes stayed glued on the undulating sway. Seductively, I moved before him and danced just for him.
Big hands encircled my waist lightly, just experiencing the play of muscle under my skin. Teasingly, I moved out of his reach. His eyes burned as I lifted my hands above my head and turned my wrists.
“Turn,” he ordered gruffly.
I did as he asked and felt the weight of his stare on the dimples over my ass. Shaking them enticingly, I heard the low groan. It only encouraged me to writhe and dip with the music provocatively.
Moving and rocking slowly I realized I stood facing Evan. My hips rose and fell to the music as blue eyes perused my pulsing form. My right leg with its strange tattoo peeked out repeatedly at him. His face seemed enthralled as the dance covered and uncovered my flesh.
“Here,” Master Damien ordered pointing to the spot in front of him.
I twirled toward him and let the waves of blue spin in the room. It wasn’t a classic move, but it had the intended effect. I certainly had everyone’s attention.
Master Damien watched with abject fascination as my musician forced a faster, more staccato rhythm. Suddenly Master Kein slowed and I knew he was testing me. I followed the slower beat of the music and did the belly rolls that made Master Damien’s eyes light up.
I paused to dance several times in front of each of them, including Master Kein. I learned quickly he liked to see my breasts jiggle in their cups. If I did it well enough, he faltered in his playing. Withholding a laugh, I did everything I could to throw him off.
“I wish, Brothers,” Master Kein finally said, “to see the ornamentation on the breasts dance, too. Remove the top for me.”
Master Kein played softly as Master Damien removed the tight fitting top. It was a relief to have it gone, but I was sad I couldn’t torment the musician anymore.
“Now dance, Ciara,” he said picking up the rhythm of the music.
I rolled my stomach and shook myself for their pleasure. Eventually deciding they wished to see my ass and lower stomach move they removed the skirt also. Now I stood in just the hip scarf shaking the coins provocatively.
The tempo of Master Kein’s song changed and my dance changed with it. I was no longer belly dancing, but doing a slow sensuous grind. It was a mix of what the other girls had taught me and just plain dirty dancing.Material © NôvelDrama.Org.
The men ran their eyes up and down my body with unrestrained lust.
“Do you like what you see, Masters? Will you touch me?” I purred running my hand up my thigh to cup a breast. “Tell me what you want to see,” I teased bending forward so my upturned ass and wet center were in their view. “I want to feel you on my skin.”
“This is what we craved,” Master Damien said rising and coming toward me. “The women do not offer us this.”
In response I rose and writhed my hips to the music. I felt the weight of the hip scarf as I bounced the coins slowly.
“They only want our seed,” Master Evan said from behind me, “they do not want our affection or our attention.”
The conversation between the men was probably a continuation of one they had been having for a long time. I didn’t interrupt it as I felt their bodies at my front and back.
Master Kein didn’t stop playing so I didn’t stop dancing as Master Damien and Master Evan came to stand within inches of me. Instead I did something I’d never done anywhere. I ground myself against them imitating the very intimate sex acts we would probably soon be involved in.
Master Evan’s hands crept down my back as I slowly gyrated my hips and stroked Master Damien’s cock through his pants. Master Damien’s hands undid the scarf at my waist and I heard it hit the floor as he threw it away from us.
“Do you wear your plug, Ciara?” Master Evan whispered in my ear.
“For you, Master Evan,” I said pushing against the hand on my buttocks.
“Do you know, Ciara,” Master Evan asked twisting the plug and lightly pulling on it, “that we ordered your Keepers not to buy a new one? This one still carries our mark on it. Everyday you carry our insignia inside your body branding you as ours.”
The music had stopped, but now I was grinding against the men in earnest. I needed their hands on my body more than I needed my next breath.
“I don’t want your insignia inside of me, Master Evan,” I said as he pulled harder on the plug. “I want you inside of me.”
“Tell me again,” he growled in my ear.
I put my palm on the leg of his pants and rubbed until I grasped his firm buttocks. “I want you, Master Evan. I want you inside of me.”
Master Evan grabbed me and twisted my body, so I was facing him. His fangs had grown and he looked as terrifying as he had the first day. This time I wasn’t afraid of him, though.
“Will you kiss me now, human?” he asked playfully.
Leaning toward him I captured his bottom lip and sucked it. My hands wrapped around his neck to loosen the tie that held his hair and it spilled over his back. He groaned and his tongue swept out tasting my lips. We sank into a deep kiss, which only ignited me further.