Page 96 of Stolen Slave

Since our little trip to the Helix station, my eyes had been opened to how the systems viewed me and how hard everyone would question Khorahn’s care of me. Yes, it was my right to choose to stay with him. But if he was somehow proven to be a danger to me, I wouldn’t be allowed to leave with him. Which I thought was horseshit. However, after the way I’d been treated by the Wsoau, I understood the need for the scrutiny.

His dad had been a little surprised to learn how potent the scent-markings were to humans and had cautioned both of us not to share that information with others. So I really needed to act like his scent-markings weren’t affecting me, or no one would believe I wanted to stay with him of my own volition.

It wasn’t easy to pretend, though, when I wanted to beg him to ride me hard again, regardless of the fact his dad was two feet away from us.

“Now, help me stand up, and let’s make me pretty so I can reassure everyone on that station that you’re good to me.”

Khorahn stood with me in his arms and let me slide down his ambal, which left a wet trail on my back.

I fought not to moan.

“You just lost your chance to help me dress. Dad? Will you help me?”

Khorahn Senior chuckled and held out his hand. I took it and stuck my tongue out at Khorahn. This wasn’t the first time I’d used his father as an excuse to get away from him. Neither man seemed to mind.

Like Khorahn had said, they didn’t get offended by anything I did or said. They were patient and usually amused. In Khorahn’s case, highly aroused too. That man’s second dick hadn’t wanted to go into a dormant pose for any reason an hour ago. I didn’t know how he’d managed it, only that he had once I’d left him.

Once Khorahn Senior had my gown neatly arranged with no “accidental” brushing of my skin like my Khorahn would have done, he led me to the cargo bay.

My need for Khorahn to bend me over faded with my growing excitement to see humans in person again. I’d spoken to Stacy and Adriana several times over the last several days, and while the calls had been great, it wasn’t the same.

The ship rumbled slightly as we docked. Khorahn stood on one side of me—fully clothed, thankfully—and Khorahn Senior stood on the other side.

“Ready for this?” I asked.

“Are you?” Khorahn asked.

“Sort of. I’m a mix of excited and terrified but definitely ready to find out what’s been happening since I was taken.”

The ship announced we were docked, and Khorahn gave the command to open the door.

Before the ramp even settled on the ground, I saw the people waiting for me. Eight human women. Seven of them were wearing pretty silky gowns that showed their nips, and one wore a systems dress like me. The two I’d spoken to, Stacy and Adriana, were notably pregnant.

However, I didn’t care about any of that. I saw familiar human faces, broke into tears, and ran to them with my arms wide open.

Stacy caught me up in a hug, and I was surrounded by women comforting me a second later.

“It’s okay, now,” one of them said.

“Poor thing,” another said.

“Your ass looks ah-mazing in this dress. Does mine look that good?”

My tears dissolved into laughter, and I pulled back to apologize.

“We get it,” Stacy said. “Unfortunately, Earth’s defense isn’t yet strong enough to stop all abductions. You’re not the first one to return home.”

I nodded and wiped the tears from my face to look for Khorahn and Khorahn Senior. They were still standing where I’d left them. A laugh escaped me.

“I probably freaked them out by bursting into tears,” I said.

“A female crying isn’t common,” the woman with the pink hair said. “They don’t know what to do when that happens.”

“Khorahn does. He’s helped me through a lot of tears.”

Stacy’s hand rubbed my shoulder.

“We saw your scans. You had to be terrified.”

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