Redemption: Prologue and Ch.1 - Sex Stories

Redemption: Prologue and Ch.1

The lights blinded her, so she kept her focus on the silver pole in the middle of the stage. Her hands gripped it loosely as she swayed and moved her body in a slow erotic wave to the rhythm of the music. Her small feet were perched atop a pair of sky-high glass heels that blinked psychedelic colors within, and reflected prettily off the glossy black floor of the stage. Rayne let her head fall back, her long black ponytail brushing against her ass. She wore a tiny crystal covered thong that barely contained the slit of her sex. Angel Of Retribution’s haunting melody echoed throughout the strip club. Midnight Rose railed about being lost, having no home, no love, wandering endlessly. Rayne could relate. Born in a society where women were nothing, she was trained to be little more than a whore and a slave. Her life was endless misery. Only once did she know hope, joy, warmth. His lips had been petal soft, sweet. The heat of his kiss had melted the cold grip of death from her frigid body. Rayne had opened her eyes to the sight of an angel standing over her. The rays of the sun lit his blond hair from behind, trails of thick, glorious ribbons of multifaceted gold framed a face of utter beauty. She’d been rendered mute, her eyes taking in the up-slanted ice blue of his eyes, his pert, upturned nose, lush lips smiling at her. “My very own sleeping beauty,” he’d said, a voice so deep it sent a shiver through her. His skin was sun-kissed gold, meaty pecs on full display between ropey ...

... arms bulging with strength and an abdomen rippling with tight hard muscles. His shoulders flexed and enormous red wings, like dragons wings twitched behind him as he bent to her again. He kissed her again, filling her mouth with his tongue, claiming her once more. Rayne had clung to him, starved for affection, which he gave to her in abundance, as if he too were starved for it. “My princess,” he choked on a barely repressed sob. “Master,” she sighed. Her heel sank onto something soft and she was jostled into the present. A roar of pain and rage startled her and heat blazed on her thigh. Rayne blinked, stuttering to a halt in her dance as she clutched her bleeding thigh. A hideous alien jumped up onto the stage before her, claw raised, ready to strike. He was huge, his paw bigger than her entire head. It sported a red pin-prick of a mark. She realized she must’ve stepped on his hand during her dance as she day-dreamed of her beautiful Master… the Master who’d abandoned her on Arboria. Her throat thickened in sorrow once more, but it didn’t matter, as soon the enraged alien before her would put an end to her pitiful existence. Her only regret? That she would never see Master Lucien again. Rayne closed her eyes as the paw came toward her, claws exposed. Something bumped into her and she stumbled back, her eyes opening on a gasp. People screamed as she saw a strange white-haired creature ride the alien off the edge of the stage. Blood spurted everywhere as whatever had saved her ...