A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

It must have made sense to her, despite the strange word. She sat the Little brown haired boy on his bottom in front of Jonathan. More beads caught the light as she stood back up.

I’d gotten to my feet and moved toward my baby without thinking. If there was to be a fight between the women, I didn’t want Jonathan in the middle of it. This woman, even injured, could kill my son if she fought with Nu-reeh. I could not let it happen.

Jonathan plopped down in front of the new little boy and grabbed his hand. In a gesture I was very familiar with he started to suck the other boy’s fingers. A slight smile appeared on the beaded woman’s face watching the children.

I reached the trio and tried to pick up Jonathan to move him. The beaded woman stopped me with a gentle command.

“Leave them,” she said, “Aiden is his Brother and they will not tolerate it if you take them apart.”

I was frantic and Looked back at Nu-reeh as she came toward us. I knelt behind Jonathan and prayed my body would take the impact of whatever battle was about to happen

Talons stopped behind me and to both sides. My breathing revved up and I hunched protectively over my boy, but what happened was unexpected.

“You are injured, cousin,” I heard Nu-reeh say calmly.

“I am,” the beaded woman replied. “I will not live to see the next sunrise.”

The conversation continued and it was pleasant. The beaded woman was named Halil. She had been protecting her men from Racks and been outnumbered. She’d destroyed the dreaded creatures, but had suffered mortal injuries.

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Her Sisters had flown here with her, but she’d made the Last moments of the journey alone. The beaded ones did not wish to be captured by Nu-reeh and her followers. They had men to protect at home.

Nu-reeh bristled at the comment. She and her followers had sworn not to harm women from these gatherings. This was a neutral event. Despite how she feared for the men the beaded ones took, she would not seize their protectors and risk their health.

Halil laughed at the idea that Nu-reeh feared for the taken men, blood seeped from her wounds faster at the noise. “They are free men, Nu-reeh, that come and go as they please. Our men are strong and have taken up the positions they should in our society.”

“Men should be protected,” Nu-reeh insisted. “You have taken ones under our protection. We fear for them.”

Halil dropped to her knees suddenly and we were all silent watching her. A large hand came down and stroked the head of her boy. He looked at her and whimpered pitifully.

He was watching his mother die and it broke my heart. Tears started to fill my eyes and I wasn’t paying attention to Jonathan. When he shoved me backwards, I toppled and ended up sitting on Nu-reeh’s feet. I slid off her talons and sat on the floor feeling surprised. Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

“Come, nurse from Mama. Lots o’ milk, we share. No be hungry,” Jonathan promised Aiden.

As I sat stunned, Jonathan Lifted the other boy under his arms and dragged him onto my lap.

“Baby, what are you doing?!” I asked as Jonathan moved my clothing aside and pulled out a heavy breast.

“Hungry, Mama,” he stated simply pushing the new little boy’s head to my teat.

The little, brown haired boy let Jonathan guide him and took a nipple between dry, cracked lips. As I sat and watched he took a tentative pull. Three voracious children had taught my breasts how to produce enough food for an army. Two half hearted sucks later the new Little boy’s mouth filled with milk.

“Mistress, I…” I had no idea what to say.