“Were you hungry?” Christof asked.


    As bad as I looked, you’d think I was ravenous all the time. “No, I never was hungry. She always gave me this same stuff to eat. It was very filling.”


    “What did it taste like?” Christof asked with a pointedly casual air.


    “Nothing, it tasted like nothing at all. It never took much and I was very full. I don’t know what it was. You all never fed me anything like it,” I mused.


    Damien had never gotten in the bath and still stood clothed watching us. He started to pace now. “Rupe,” was all he said looking at Christof.


    “Probably,” Christof answered looking back at me.


    Kein spoke next as he examined my hand. He noted the recent scratches. Sharp eyes also picked up the faint, new scar on my palm and all the callouses. I informed him that Nu-reeh had the cut healed, but it didn’t take the scowl off his face.


    Evan sat on the edge of the tub behind me trying to clean and detangle my hair. By the feel of it, some of the knots were never going toe out.


    “You may have to cut it,” I said quietly looking back. “I’ve never had knots like this before. The wind in the mountains just tangled it so badly.”


    Evan looked horrified. “I would never do that to you,” he said shocked. “You will never be cut. I will not cause you pain that way.”


    It was my turn to be confused. “It doesn’t hurt to cut my hair. Pulling at the knots hurts my scalp, but cutting doesn’t. I can’t feel my hair at all.”


    He looked doubtful and tried to separate the tangled knots with his fingers again.


    “Evan, we’ve told you this before,” Kein sighed from beside us. Christof seconded thement.


    Evan looked at his Brothers like he really didn’t believe them. Pressured by the overwhelming opinion he relented. My hair would have to be cut.


    Evan pulled a knife from the scabbard on his pile of clothes. He got in the bath and stood in front of me. Several strands of hair were pulled in front of my face and Evan cut them watching my eyes.


    The sharp de made short work of the strands as I sat and stared at him. Having found the reassurance he needed, he smiled.


    “Turn,” he told me motioning.


    My hair was cut short in the back and left longer on the sides. If I was on Earth it would have been a very modern cut.


    “No pain, Evan, thank you,” I whispered.


    Evan kissed my shoulder and up my neck before they continued my bath.


    Nothing was left undone. The men even cleaned under my nails and trimmed them. I had forgotten how absolute they were about everything they did.


    The men were all quiet and so was I. The warm water was soothing and it was nice to be with them again. It was just enjoyable and rxing.


    “Seems a lot of bother,” a strange voice said from the door and I looked up.


    Before I jerked my head down I saw a young man leaning just inside the leather p watching us. Bane walked in from behind him looking irritated.


    “You forget the rules, ve,” Damien said with authority. “Only look at your Masters, do you understand me?”


    Well, I wasn’t cored, so I thought I should still act up.


    “I’ll look where I want,” I said staring defiantly at Damien.


    “Once we cor you,” Damien said fighting a smile, “if you look at other men we will put you at the posts.”


    I fought to get out of the tub and was restrained, “You’ll never cor me, again,” I cried.


    “Don’t be a defiant ve,” Bane said from the side. “We will feed you soon. Know that we will care for you. Will you behave now?” he asked.


    Damien was beside Bane now and nodded, so I acquiesced and apologized.


    “To deal with that all the time, just for the one service it provides. It seems an unwise investment,” the man at the door said.


    My owners agreed with him. They discussed the many downsides to very. The time, the cost, and the constant worry the investment would slip off.


    “In fact,” Christof said casually, “I can’t really understand why we enjoy it.”


    “The challenge,” Keinmented thoughtfully. “I think that must be it.”


    The man at the door seemed to have gotten their answer and left.


    “They are going to think your opinion is weird for ve owners,” I whispered to the group.


    Christof put his mouth right next to my ear as he spoke. “They would find our real opinion much less to their liking, Sister.”


    Grinning at my friend, I yfully flicked him with water and he chuckled. We wrestled yfully for a moment in the water before Damien came closer. I stepped toward him as he crouched at the edge of the bath and he caressed my cheek.


    “I do not wish to celebrate your homing with our cousins watching and listening,” he murmured. “You will call our names in passion and experience pleasure without restraint the first time.”


    “Every time,” Bane amended from the side.All content is ? N0velDrama.Org.


    I got out of the bath as Damien and Bane slipped into the main room to make sure the other men stayed out.


    Secretly, they had brought healing creams and teeth cleaner with them. A tiny cup of contraceptive drink had also been brought. No one wanted the other men to know they had these things. They quickly finished and hid the little pots. After all the fussing was done, we walked into the main room.


    The men all redressed, but I stayed naked. Despite some struggling I was forced to kneel by the fire. I shivered slightly and a nket was draped over my back.


    “Are you hungry, ve?” Christof asked.


    “Yes,” I answered trying to sound petnt.


    I wished they would tell me when I could stop acting like a brat.


    “Address me as Master Christof and I will feed you,” he said with authority.


    I looked up at where they were sitting and Bane nodded his head subtly.


    “Yes, Master Christof, I am hungry,” I said watching them.


    Christof came to sit beside me and fed me arge portion of sulent roasted meat they were all eating. It was so good and tasty. If he hadn’t been feeding me slowly I would have wolfed it down.


    Once we had all finished the meal. Kein stayed at the table to do something.


    I knelt by the fire under my nket, leaning on Christof, sated and sleepy.


    “We owe you, cousins, for sharing your kill with us,” Damien said as he watched Kein working.