A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

“No, Damien, I am a slave. You do not pay me and I cannot ask for days to go other places. We are different,” I assured him.

ALL the men were silent and they didn’t move to clean me. I felt sticky and was slowly leaking their cum; I wanted to bathe. Still, they just lay there around me.

“Humans are different,” Bane suddenly said. “That is why it is a happy slave.”

The men murmured agreement and I had to suppress the urge to roll my eyes. I wanted to explain to them I wasn’t happy being a slave; I’d just made up my mind to make the most of my life. Being miserable would just make me feel worse and I would still be a slave.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

Finally, Christof rose from the bed and picked me up.

know about courtesans, Ciara? Were you one?”

I chuckled. “I heard other humans talk about them.

My chance for

about

left out the part that the courtesans I

other humans. They did it as a job

power in

couldn’t say for sure; most of what I was saying was based on my best guesses. I’d never expected to need to use this knowledge to keep them alive. There was no plan.

their patrons, the people that paid them. Those patrons were relaxed around the courtesans. It meant the courtesans could suggest things that

Christof’s face carefully

do sometimes talk with their men,” Kein

to the women, but I have never heard what they say,” Damien said