“Ciara," Damien said tactfully, “is very responsive to us. The concoction you all created for us made her uncomfortable."

The Healers wanted details. Damien was forced to explain I had cried during sex and we all found that distracting. The potion was too strong; it made me wild and unpredictable. Damien and his Brothers had always managed to excite me before. The drink was not necessary.

The Healers seemed to be discussing amongst themselves as they stepped into the main room. They huddled around each other and seemed to be talking to someone else, which did not make any sense to me. I saw them pushing at a small pad like I used to write my stories. Suddenly they all straightened and stepped back into the bedroom.

"We will provide potion to take with you," the lead Healer told Damien.

“As long as the slave is receptive, you do not need to use it. You cannot use the oil to ready the slave. It is detrimental to the seed. If the slave cannot be made ready, you must still follow Nu-reeh's commands. The slave will learn."

I saw Damien's face darken at the Healer's words. Sex without lubrication would harm me. I knew that would not sit well with any of them. They had no intention of letting that happen; it was evident on their faces.

Instructions were given about how long I had to stay Like this and when I could move. They expected another performance this evening before bed. Evidently, my breeding cycle had been planned in detail.

“Once you reach the cabin," the lead Healer said, “the middle time may be used as you wish. Just make sure you use the slave twice a day.”

Damien agreed and reminded the man Nu-reeh had given him instructions. He would not deviate from her commands. I would be cared for exactly as she wanted.

I lay still and heard the Healers leave. Bane stretched out beside me and looked at the ceiling.

“How long do I lay here Bane pointed to a device in the bedroom that resembled an hourglass. He told me once that had finished they would get me up and clean me off completely.

" I asked him quietly.

"You're taking us to the cabin?" I asked curiously.

“Yes," Bane answered propping up on an elbow and watching my eyes, "we are happy at the cabin. No one will distract us and we have things we can enjoy doing. You were happy during your Last conception there, it will be so again. That is how Nu-reeh wishes it."

“oh.” Nu-reeh's interest in my reproductive health was disconcerting to say the least.

Christof interrupted my musings as he started to pack a bag with blankets. "We told her what we did the first time and she wanted us to do it again," he said. "We all enjoyed the last time we made a child with you, although it was not intentional. We wished that you would find pleasure this time also."

“Last time I did not know," I said softly looking out the open window.

“This will not be the same."

A tear started to form in my eye and I brushed it away. I could not think Like that. It was unhealthy for me.

“We will make it good," Christof promised and Bane seconded the statement. "You will not be upset."

Kein bustled in about that time with an armload of shirts he laid on the bed and started to fold. "We told Nu-reeh you would not need the drink," he said forcefully. "You will respond to us twice a day like you did then, but she did not believe us."

Kein Looked upset. I wanted to soothe him, but I had a feeling changing position would not be acceptable. Bane sat up and started to help Kein fold. He took care of the soothing.