Months had passed. My child was now evident by my swollen belly, but not yet to the point where I could expect a delivery. I had been confined to Visser Three's blade ship, 'on leave'. He still kept me good company in the night (And sometimes during the day if he could manage), keeping what we did a private matter, even as he could easily hear the gossip down at the pools.
Tonight was one of those nights. Visser Three had to feed, and I was left alone with Alloran in the chambers. From Visser Three's point of view, my 'imprisionment' was twofold— it kept him satisfied, and it kept Alloran from being rebellious. I was unsure what either of them would do as I neared delivery, but I tried to keep it from my mind.
What did you have in mind tonight? I asked quickly, as Alloran stepped in, his guards having left him at the door and taken their own leave. He had adapted to me relatively quickly.
He grinned slightly, strutting a little. I stood still, watching as he came in closer and closer, until he embraced me tightly. Nothing in particular. I was hoping for something that would be... most ravishing. He grinned again, kissing me lightly. I noted that he was was pulling me over to one section, but I couldn't yet see what.
As soon as I could look inside, I saw what I knew was the inside of the Visser's sleeping quarters. For the most part, it was a bare metal room, with padding on the lower walls and floor. I knew why— sometimes accidents could happen, and metal was not something good to land on. I noted a small section of the room with low barriers near the sticking out from the wall, like some sort of restraint. I did not see what they could do.
Try to relax. Lie down. I obliged easily, as I noted his ease at lifting the barriers up slightly, and then lowering them, with me held underneath. My head was on the floor, and my hands at either side. I acknowledged that he had also held down one leg and my tail, leaving the other leg somewhat free. I was looking at him, unable to turn my head.
He began at the neck, tickling it just so. He ran his hands down my back slightly, seated on me in the wrong position. He kept his hands running down like a quick fluid, pausing slightly to rub his hands over my swollen belly, over the fruit of our love.
Alloran fetched a quick cloth, soaked in warm water. Obviously he had noted the pain in my lower back from being on my side, so he laid the cloth over the spot. Oh... I moaned at the semi-erotic scene. That feels... much better... He lifted up my free leg, tickling me from between them. I giggled a bit, as he noted something. At least I think he did, because he stopped. What's wrong?
He stepped out for a second, bringing back what even an Andalite could tell was a mechanical razor. I don't think you've been tended to lately.
What does that... oh. I stopped as I realized what he meant. Generally, Andalites have to keep a clean appearance. Trimmed hooves, sharp tail, and shaved pubic area. The last one was an old superstition back from the religious days, but it held up nontheless.
I rolled compltely onto my back, with the cloth adjusted so it laid over my belly. I could still see over the lump of child with my stalk eyes at where he was planning to work. He came closer towards me, tail moved out of the way and his front legs holding my back ones parted. I could see what he was complaining about—I had become overgrown.
He turned on the razor. I could see the movement, but not hear the buzz from it. He worked over me, mostly above the spot between my legs, handling me deftly as he worked. I noted I was becoming wet quickly, but he probably didn't care at the moment. I grinned at him.
Done. he said, cleaning the razor back off again and replacing it in his main quarters. I was still held to the wall. He returned again, and looked back over his work. Much better now. He smiled seductively. Easier job to have you ready. He set his fingers down where has had shaved, feeling over the area. He checked where he had done his job, then parted my flaps. I closed my eyes in pleasure as he felt between them, and then put two fingers inside me, widening the opening.
I need to be closer... please... I begged him, and he undid the restraints. I could lie completely on my side now, and I rolled back onto it again, bending my upper body back so my ears touched my rump. I decided to be of some service, so I brought my arms back to keep my legs open. He thanked me with a kiss, while he brought me closer with his thumb working at unbelievable precision.
He kissed me one last time, then dragged me back so I could lay on my side without folding up. He brought himself down, laying next to me. I had a very nice view of one of his more intriguing areas. His was shaved as well, but with a longer hair length, considering he could not try and have the entire area done. I wondered what he as about to do.
I didn't have to wonder for long.
Oh! I cried as his kissed me between my legs, forcing me to come from the shock and excitement. I tooks the cue quickly and did the same to him with my hands, working until he had done the same. I could hear him privately in my mind, enjoying it. All the same, he held back, even as it quaked in sensation.
He flipped me back onto my back, now laying exposed. He stood over me slightly, still ready, as I watched him closely. His lower half came down, just until I could feel the tip. He lifted my head up slightly, and then gave me a kiss as he entered. It felt wonderful. He was at an angle so he couldn't hurt the child by pressing on it, but he was still in fairly deep.
I rocked against him, ready for one more time before he needed to leave. We were there, enjoying ourselves in a way we knew wouldn't be possible for at least another three days. We released at the same moment, finally drenching inside me. He looked around, then stood up, helping me back to my hooves.
We walked back to the main chamber, pleased with ourselves at the moment. I'm being called back. He said quickly to me, as he left. I waited only about ten minutes there, but it felt like ten hours.
He grinned quickly. Shall I continue where he left off?
Certainly. I felt him pressed against my chest an instant later, hugging me closely. I felt his tail creep over my back, knowing where it was heading for. I tried to pull away slightly. Blading like that just wasn't... the same.
What now?
I... I can't...
Natross... It's still the same. Nothing's changed a bit. He leaned back over me, as I moved to a corner.
Yes it has. I replied softly. Ah! I hissed slightly as his tail rubbed quickly under me, giving off a friction burn.
Nothing has changed. He hissed back, still rubbing fircely, making me tender, and even more so from the nicks of hair Alloran shaved. Not one thing. Is that understood?
Y-yes... I replied, and quickly he stopped. I slid into the pool, still tender. What was happening? He never acted like this before...
I found out quickly as he jumped in and mounted me roughly, not even trying to get me ready. Slut. You are mine and mine alone. Not my host's. Not anyone else's. Just mine. He hissed, almost choking me with his arms around my neck. I merely stood open, unsure how to react to this. You will find that I do not like traitors of any sort, Natross. Not in my division, my blade ship, or in my chambers. You will learn this, Natross, or you will pay the price.
I just stood there, stunned, as he finshed and dismounted, himself pleased, yet I was not. What was that? I asked incrediculously.
Just... making sure I had my fair amount. You already had yours with my host. We are even.
We are not. I thought silently. Yes, Visser. was all I said to him. He led me back into his bed chambers, lying down rather quickly. I lied down as well, bringing my back legs close to his face. He was indifferent.
His tail arched over, pointing back at him, I began to work at him, getting no response or return from him except as he closed his eyes and stretched further out. I decided at that moment this little situation I had lept into eight months ago was turning bad. But what could I do?
I kept kneading at his flesh, trying to keep him somewhat pleased.And first the first time, I understood the real definition of a 'pleasure slave'— there wasn't much pleasure in it at all.