A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

I was so tired and utterly at ease. Lucky for me they were too excited to keep the secret for long.

“You did not vomit,” Damien informed me grinning.

“Even with the days we spent in the punishment cave there was no sickness.”

I chuckled and Laughed softly. They had won. I’d not gotten sick once during my pregnancy with Kennedy. Like Damien had told me, they knew me very well.

“So what’s the prize?” I asked sleepily.

“Loser sleeps on the floor?”

The men scoffed at that. They’d slept on floors before. Who wants to reward the loser anyway?

“How about, winners get to sleep next to the new family first?” Bane asked eyeing a lightly snoring Kennedy.

I smiled and nodded at their enthusiasm. Tonight Bane and Kein would surround Kennedy as we slept. Tomorrow night it would be Damien and Evan.

“She’ll wake you when she cries,” I warned them. “You remember how often Hannah Liked to eat. You’ll have to wake up every time she does to give her to me.”

Evan chuckled as he pulled me out of the water and wrung the water from my hair.

“We woke every time Damien’s daughter did. She was family and we could not comfort or aid her. For that child we were worthless, that will not happen to us again.”

I looked up into his face and was shocked. They had felt powerless with Hannah and they didn’t like it. Being part of her and unable to bond with her had hurt them.

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Evan dried me carefully, avoiding being too rough on the tender places Bane agreed with Evan’s assessment.

“We worried sometimes that this child would shun us also,” he said matter-of-factly. “Hannah was correct in her assessment of us. Slavery was never something we should have been a part of.”

“Dishonorable,” Damien muttered helping Christof wrap Kennedy in a warm blanket Kein had retrieved.

Putting a hand over Damien’s I looked into his eyes, “and forgiven,” I insisted.

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“Many mistakes,” Bane cut in tracing a finger down my back.

I knew the invisible lines he traced. They were the ones the whip had made cutting across my skin. I still remembered where they were, even if no one else could see them.

“Still forgiven,” I insisted tracing the scar Hannah had left across his chest.

“We are family and family makes mistakes. None of us is perfect.”