A Sex Slavee To Alien Masters

Nu-reeh held the wiggling infant and just seemed to be examining her. She used a rag to wipe the bloody excess off the girl. Suddenly, the baby screeched and hissed. Nu-reeh growled back and I screamed at Nu-reeh to give me my baby.

Christof clamped a hand over my mouth and Damien stood between me and the giant woman. I would not be silenced and continued to scream past my gag. More than anything, I feared for the child’s life.

As I screamed, so did the infant, fighting Nu-reeh for all she was worth. Finally, Nu-reeh Laughed and brushed Damien away. She almost threw the bundle of flesh at me. I caught my damp shivering child and held her to my breast.

“Damien, take the rings out of the slave’s nipples unless you want the girl to eat them,” she said bluntly.

Kein reached for the rings and removed them while I tried to soothe the wailing little girl in my arms.

She was beautiful with a thick black tuft of hair over the crown of her head. Her flesh was otherwise milky white like mine. She had wings, small fleshy protrusions from her back that she couldn’t seem to control. I stroked the area between them and they flopped around uselessly.

“Hello, Hannah,” I crooned saying the name I had picked for her.

“Relax, Mama is here. You’re okay now.”

The screaming baby quieted some at the sound of my voice and she nuzzled my chest. I guided her mouth to a nipple and she latched on hungrily.

The rest of the room didn’t matter for a moment. I was lost, counting five fingers on each hand and five toes on each foot. She had my mother’s nose and a dimple on her left cheek. She was a perfect girl, wings and all!

“What’s it doing?” Kein asked. “She is feeding,” I told him simply. Kein’s fingers played over the nipple Hannah wasn’t attached to and a drop of liquid appeared. He took it on his finger and licked it off.

“NO,” Nu-reeh said sharply. “That is not for you. Let the female feed there until she is full.”

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

I couldn’t understand Nu-reeh. One minute it looks Like she’s going to kill the child and now she’s protecting her feeding rights. It made no sense at all.

My lower back and belly contracted again. I grunted and strained, feeling something wet and warm slip from me. Damien reached down and pulled at the red mass.

“Is that a child?” Bane asked startled.

“No,” I groaned catching my breath. “In my world it was called placenta. It attaches the baby inside of me.”

Nu-reeh looked at it and then at me, “Well, aren’t you going to eat it?” she asked.

So, Ma’m,” I answered as my stomach turned.

“Wasteful,” she commented picking it up and sliding it between her jaws.

The wet slurping disgusted me almost as much as the grind of her teeth. I clutched at my daughter and closed my eyes willing the nausea to abate.

“Are you sleeping now?” Evan asked curiously.

I opened my eyes and he was right in my face.

“So, Master Evan, I felt nausea. I was just hoping it would pass.” “Really?” Christof asked. Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

“I didn’t feel nausea,” Bane muttered from the side.