NovelEnglishWide, dark eyes opened and my Little Hannah Looked up at me. Grey eyes, black hair…I looked at her face and saw her father’s strong features.
“She’s Damien’s,” I said quietly and Nu-reeh ccloser.
“How do you know, slave?” she asked.
“The eyes, the hair,” I said petting the baby. “This is Damien’s daughter.”
Nu-reeh didn’t seem convinced and wandered away.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe child sucked and pulled on the breast, watchingintermittently. Suddenly, she seemed upset. Her little fists balled up and she Let out a wail.
“Mama, more,” she cried and I sat too shocked to move.
A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y
Nu-reeh spoke next, “You have another place to offer the child food, slave.”
I looked at Nu-reeh and looked at the baby. Automatically, I moved her to the other breast and she latched on voraciously.
“You only have two,” Nu-reeh said, “Hopefully, they produce enough.”
I was amazed, The little girl had said the English word Mama I’d used and the Paterian word for more.
“She spoke, Mistress,” I sputtered out. “She knows how to talk…”
“Of course she knows how to talk,” Nu-reeh said with a wave of her hand.
“Babies don’t know how to speak, Mistress,” I dumbly responded.
“Human infants may not speak, much like our males, but our females do,” Nu-reeh said.
Hannah shivered in my arms and I forgot about the conversation with Nu-reeh,
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“She’s cold. I need a blanket for her,” I said.
Damien picked up the bag he had brought and pulled out one of my knitted blankets. Nu-reeh called him a nasty nand told him to giveone of the absorbent towels first. She orderedto swaddle the infant’s lower half with the absorbent piece.
Hannah screamed Like a banshee when I took her off my breast. She was hungry she said, she begged for more to eat. I quickly diapered her and wrapped her in a blanket. Once she was back on the breast she was quiet again.
The only sound in the room was her noisy slurping and I started to be aware of my own discomfort. My lower half felt abused and broken. I shifted slightly and realized I was sitting in a puddle of fluid.
“May I have a towel to clean myself with?” I asked sheepishly.
My men bustled around and wipedoff.
The healing cream was rubbed all over ‘down there’ despite my strenuous objections. Nu-reeh even insisted it be put inside me, which madestifle a cry. I was tender, but the cream made it better.
My sore and softened belly was also treated generously with a different strange cream Nu-reeh gave Damien. The skin visibly tightened after the application. Such a strange, amazing substance, I wished I’d had it back on Earth.
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