A Sex Slave To Alien Masters (Erotica)

Damien spoke calmly for the family. He thanked Nu-reeh and explained Christof and I had both enjoyed the treats. I had told Christof some stories about Earth and he had enjoyed that. Nu-reeh’s gift had been well received.Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

I suddenly realized how massive Nu-reeh was, but this room seemed to fit her. Her wings nearly touched the ceiling, although they never brushed it. I had never paid attention to the size of the passageways. The rooms just seemed to flow together. This must be why. Nu-reeh was welcome in this space.

A clawed hand began to pull at the blanket I lay underneath. Bane stopped me from grabbing the flimsy cover. Soon I lay nude and lewdly splayed in front of her. My ass was propped up and it made closing my legs difficult. I blushed furiously as she visibly inspected the sticky area between my legs.

“A human cannot hold your seed the way our women can,” she said sounding sour. “Even so, this human leaks more of your seed than she keeps. Can you do nothing to hold their essence more strongly?” she addressed me harshly.

I started to answer and Bane squeezed my hand and shook his head swiftly. Damien answered instead of me.

“The slave,” he said calmly, “leaks her own fluid as well ours. Much of what you see is evidence of the slave’s excitement, Mistress. The excitement eases our passage so we do not damage Ciara. The tunnel needs to be lubricated for us to use it without harming the body.”

Nu-reeh made a harsh sound and dropped the blanket she had been holding on the floor. She turned and left commenting on my inefficient use of Damien’s product. Nu-reeh and her Sisters were never so wasteful.

When the big woman left Damien and three of the Brothers went with her. Bane covered me hurriedly and kissed my forehead before following. They were gone for a while before I heard them come back inside.

Kein flopped on the bed and grinned at me. Nu-reeh was gone for the day so we were happy.

“Get up, good girl,” he smiled, “we want to go outside and spar. Come with us.”

The men cleaned me up, bundled me in several layers, and we went outside. The ground was bathed in moonlight. Bane and Damien took fighting positions and began to practice with one another. The other three men watched and commented.

Everyone took a turn battling the others. The activity seemed relaxing to them. It was certainly interesting to watch. They were all so fast and efficient in their moves. I commented how impressive they were.

The men practiced for a while and we retired inside. We played card games after dinner and talked casually. Things only got tense one time. Christof asked me if I was still worried about what had been bothering me before.

“Yes,” I said sadly, “I’m sorry you don’t believe me, but it’s the truth.”

Christof patted my hand as Kein stroked my back. They still thought I was having a delusion.

“I’m not crazy,” I insisted. “You’ll see it is the truth.”

Christof smiled and pulled me toward the bed. It was time to sleep for now, we’d talk more tomorrow. Evan commented the rest may help drive this from my mind, I should get plenty of it.

There was no reason to argue with them, but I rolled my eyes involuntarily. One day they’d appreciate this knowledge, I hoped.

Our time at the cabin lasted five more days. There were times the horror of why we were here struck me. I was building a family I would never be permitted to know. The thoughts caused depression and I needed to be pulled out of it frequently.

When the depression happened the men always had something fun they’d take me to do. We took walks in the hills and swam in a small lake located a short transport ride away. My men took me with them when they hunted for supper. I even helped prepare it several times. That was fun and distracting.

The men had brought my sword and some mornings Bane trained me. When they were feeling rambunctious they’d play fight each other. During the times they did that I sat on the side and watched them. I tried to memorize the way the moves looked. While the training would never help me, my daughters would get something from it.

“I am curious,” Christof said as we packed to go home on the sixth day. “How will the Healers know Ciara has conceived?”

Evan laughed and slapped him on the back. “What’s to miss Brother? You remember the stomach, no one could miss that.”

Damien agreed and I rolled my eyes. “The stomach takes several moons,” I informed them. “They will probably test my body for… chemicals. The first thing I noticed was the nausea and vomiting. That started about thirty days in last time…” I mused.

Now I had their attention. They wanted to know what I meant about nausea. I told them I threw up every morning for at least a couple turns of the small moon, maybe longer. Damien was livid.

No one had told him the pregnancy would make me ill. He was furious that his Sister was being forced to be sick, especially for that length of time. This was not a weak family, we would fix this.

“Don’t worry, Ciara,” he told me, “I will find a way to stop your sickness. You will not be ill.”

I laughed at him, which offended him. Stopping my morning sickness had been nearly impossible the last time. I couldn’t imagine it would be better now.

Damien squared his shoulders and looked down into my face. “You will not be ill,” he informed me firmly.

“It’s not a choice,” I sighed. “It just happens.”

Damien looked down at me, unflinching in his resolve, “I will stop it from happening.”

“You can’t.”