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.

feel of my soft hands gliding over him.

eating area. Master Evan and Master Damien went to pick out our meal for us

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the ground and I struggled to kneel on it. My belly was getting larger. Getting to my knees was beginning to be a

his lap. He smiled knowingly at

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

dug into the meat in front of him. Master

fault I was in this mess, so I

good thing I can’t fly or we’d have to watch that catastrophe, too, Masters,” I commented

held me as he chuckled. His humor was infectious but Master

you for this morning,” Master Damien informed me. “The men from the red mountains

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