A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

Master Damien started to move first and I fell into step behind him. His Brothers took their usual positions around me and we moved toward our quarters briskly. We needed privacy to discuss this further.

“Is there a way to know?” Christof asked when we were back behind our leather flap.

“No,” I said shaking my head, “there are old stories about how you carry the child—”

“Explain,” Master Evan demanded.

“If the belly rides way out in front or to the sides, I think. There are stories, but they aren’t accurate. In my world there is no way to tell, unless you do an ultrasound,” I said.

Damien and his Brothers poured over my limited knowledge of what an ultrasound entailed. That had most certainly not been done here.

Master Bane let out a frustrated sound and walked into the bathing room. My men wanted to wash the smell of the women off themselves before they ate. They wanted to enjoy their evening meal.

tub and washed Master Damien. He Loved the feel of my soft hands gliding over him.

we dried off and went to the eating area. Master Evan and Master Damien went to pick

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kneel on it. My belly was getting larger. Getting to my knees was beginning to be a small feat. When I was

his lap. He

well?” Master Evan snarked as

meat in front of him. Master Kein chuckled

was in this mess, so I

I can’t fly or we’d

as he chuckled. His humor was infectious

the red mountains have taught us to handle the lash and the ropes. It should be an interesting

to try to reason with them. Being hit or tied up seemed like it

don’t hit your own slaves, Master Damien,” I said half pleading and half reminding, “and