A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

It felt Like the coat Nu-reeh had made for me.

I was surprised when Damien answered the unasked question. “It is Like your coat,” he said putting mittens of similar consistency on Jonathan’s tiny hands. “Tosu told us the men that make his clothes will always beat the material until it is soft. Still it will give him great protection against sharp things.”

Small lashes were tugged to secure the Little mittens to his hands. Evan made sure they weren’t too tight. A cord was present under his feet and when it was tied it encased his legs in the outfit. A small hood was attached and fitted over his head. One of the large soft blankets I had made was handed to me and we wrapped him tightly for warmth.

Clean, dry, and secure Jonathan Looked up at me with those strange blue eyes.

“It is Evan’s line,” Kein said Looking down into the baby’s face as I held him.

“All males born to it have eyes that look this way. It is a dominate trait, like the hair.”

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Little Jonathan started to fuss, so Evan took him and Let him suck on his finger. Big eyes drifted shut and the infant was back asleep.

“Come, little Sister,” Bane said happily, “take a meal with us.”

My form was draped in a warm blue dress and we walked slowly out into the main room. I saw a table and chairs had been added so we could eat in here.

“We are not to travel in the caves with Jonathan,” Damien informed me.

“The women want him in a safe place at all times.”

That was fine for me. I was just as glad not to have to drag an infant all over the mountain. It had been difficult enough with Hannah and Kennedy.

The men were beyond excited as they sat and uncovered the feast that had been brought to us. The table was Laden with platters. We would eat very well tonight.

As soon as they started to remove the lids I smelled the pungent aroma of the leaves.

“Eight days,” Evan said excitedly, “this mountain receives the bounty of the tami for eight days. All the men get this treat. It is a celebration.” Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Strange,” I commented taking a seat beside Evan, “we’ve never had a feast like this before.”

“No sons were born when we were here before,” Damien said pulling the meat apart and laying a large serving in front of me.

I sat silently in shock. We’d spent many moons in the mountains. Long enough to raise two girls. No sons had been born that entire time? The men had sex with women daily, how was it no children were born to these women?

The race would cease to exist if this kept up.

It made sense now, the need to mix genes with a weak human. At least I was making children. The women here did not seem to manage it.

Our first night with Jonathan was interesting, to say the Least. He got fussy after we had dinner, so I fed and changed him. He was fine for a little while and then he got fussy again. The men soon Learned how nice it had been with Hannah and Kennedy, the girls could at least tell us what was wrong.

Jonathan cried and screamed for no reason. He didn’t want the breast, he wasn’t wet, and we were keeping him warm. Just like a human infant, he was irritable.