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.

Loved the feel of my soft hands gliding over him. It relaxed him immensely. His pleasure coursed through

Master Evan and Master Damien went to pick out our meal for us while the rest

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belly was getting larger. Getting to my knees

his lap. He smiled knowingly at me when I looked

ungainly on land as well?” Master Evan snarked as he handed out

front of him. Master Kein chuckled and picked

was their fault I was in this mess, so I felt entitled to my

good thing I can’t fly or we’d have to

humor was

Master Damien informed me. “The men from the red mountains have taught us to handle the lash and the

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

and half reminding, “and you don’t need