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.

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

went to the eating area. Master Evan and Master Damien went to

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belly was getting larger. Getting

me to his lap. He

on land as well?” Master Evan snarked

laugh and dug into the meat in front of him. Master Kein chuckled and picked

their fault I was in this mess, so I

thing I can’t fly or we’d have to

chuckled. His humor was infectious but

Master Damien informed me. “The men from the red mountains

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

pleading and half reminding, “and you don’t need to tie me up, Masters. I’ll do