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.

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

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

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was getting larger. Getting to my knees was beginning to be a small feat. When I was

trying and pulled me to his lap. He smiled knowingly at me when

well?” Master Evan snarked as he handed out the food

front of him. Master Kein chuckled and picked through

their fault I was in this mess, so I

a good thing I can’t fly or we’d have

held me as he chuckled. His humor was infectious but Master Damien was angry at my new

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with them. Being hit or tied up seemed like it

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