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I'm not discharged from the hospital for a week. Danny stays with me and together we muddle through having to contend with a baby now taking up our lives. It's bizarre. We were two and now we're three and Grace is the centre of our world. My existence doesn't shape just around Danny now, but her as well.
They are both asleep, Grace in her cot by Danny. I lay in the dark staring over at them, impatient to return home and get back to normal. I get stronger everyday and Chin seems to know I'm desperate to leave the hopsital, assuring me it won't be long now. I want to be back home, with everyone else and I'm sure they are missing the loss of the two of us. Danny has been fleeting between the hopsital and the house for weeks now but it must be hard on them to not have the stability of him around all the time. I feel a little guilty, taking up most of his time and energy.
I think about Grace, the little bundle of perfection that grew inside of me. When Danny looks at her it's like everything in him is open, you only have to look at his face, his expression to see it's everything he's ever desired. A stranger could look at him and see how he is completed. I feel strangely wicked when I think of how lucky Grace is, to be born free. She may have been born from a slave, but the owned slave of a free man. I've done my duty, fulfilled my purpose and she has everything to look forward to in her future with a father like Danny. I'm thankful that she is free and doesn't have to face the same life I do, she may be my daughter too but her world is completely different to mine.
I'm lucky - in fact lucky doesn't even come close to describing my circumstances. Life is strange, how different roads lead you to places. I was born a slave, I was sold at eighteen to a man who wanted children and could afford the high price of an Incubator. His name was Charles and he was tough but kind, he didn't wait before he tried for a child and I'd not experienced what changes my body would go through from repression to Incubation. You feel the change, deep inside you, like you're metamorphising into something different. The body gives off pheremones to your potential mate, in my case my owner, who's own body is affected by them, driven to copulate with you. All these changes help bring on the seeding process but it takes time.
The first time Charles took me in this pheremone induced haze, it was the first time I'd been taken so roughly. My body reacts with equal passion to my mate but afterwards, when you spiral out of the coitial haze, I felt battered and bruised. It was a jarring and painful experience. Seeding doesn't usually take place first time round, so we were caught up on the carousel of the sudden need to take and be taken.
The hormones affect you also. I felt close to Charles after the seeding took hold and I adjusted into Incubation mode. I fell under a hormonal spell, thinking that he cared, genuinely cared for me. I thought the soft words, the caresses, the care and attention he showered me with meant I was more than a mere slave to him. I was young and naive and tricked myself into thinking he loved me.
It was my first Incubation, so when the pains occurred a few months in I didn't know what it meant. It's like your insides are being cut through, like being awake for surgery but unable to do anything about it. I didn't understand what was going on, the doctors ignore you, you don't exist. Charles was told any relevant information and all I knew was I had sufferred a negative harvest. The Incubation had failed.
Charles changed towards me after that. He cut me off, I was kept in hopsital to recuperate alone and when I was returned home he informed me I was being sold on. He had no use for a Incubator who couldn't fufill their purpose. A few days on he'd transferred me to a holder to be sold.
The failed Incubation meant I was on the market for a few months. I was taken on by a Mistress, a city dweller, because I was strong and capable of hard work. I was used as part of a labour force, building housing complexes for her company. Slave labour is cheap, we're easily replaced. I never met her, though I caught a glimpse of her once as she came to oversee the progress. I was there for four years, regularly fucked by the foreman who had personally selected me from the markets. Being an Incubator on repressant medication meant I needed regular fuckings to keep me ripe. A perk for him, not so for me.
After the work was finished we were returned onto the markets to be sold on. My physique had improved, a well toned body, tanned from working out in the sun most days. Healthy and maturing and becoming wiser to my status of life. I was bought by a couple, who wished to start a family, but they were kind enough to give me a chance to settle into life with them first, unlike Charles. It was strange being the bedmate of not one, but two people. They both used me equally and it was hard to find the balance of where I stood within their lives. I struggled to fit in, though I hid that struggle. I was a slave and nobody cared I went through troubles.
Months later they took me off the repressants and it was another bizarre experience, attracting not one but two potential mates in the copulation process. It didn't take more than two tries though for the seed to take. But after three months the same occurred as with Charles. I was more attuned to what was going on this time and though everything was done to stop it, my body rejected the incubation.
I sufferred badly for it. My owners turned on me, angry that I wasn't capable of carrying out my purpose, like it was somehow my fault. But instead of following Charles's actions in selling me on, they kept me, hoping that eventually they could try again. It was hard, after an Incubation period time must be allowed for my body to readjust to the various changes it had undergone. In the months of repression in between they turned cold and brutal against me and I was hazed for the tiniest of errors. There were times when weeks would pass when I was hazed daily. Sometimes they beat me for no reason, just because they could. It's how it is with some owners - you're a outlet for them to vent their troubles. Theirs was an unhappy marriage and I was the one who suffered for it.
I became hardened to it. Daily hazings, being constantly yelled at, treated like dirt on their shoes, never coming up to their standards. Through it all I was fucked and touched and used, but never with a tender touch or kind word. When the time came to try again I was depressed, afraid of failing another incubation, afraid of what they would do to me. I was stuck in a limbo of harvesting mode for weeks but no matter how hard they tried a seed wouldn't take. It felt different that time, I didn't respond to their copulations as I had before, something had changed and perhaps my body was reflecting my lack of want in helping them conceive.
Eventually something had to snap and they gave up. They lashed me so hard for it I thought I was going to die, before they had me taken back to market, worthless and useless. The holder had to wait for me to heal before he could even consider selling me on. I was lucky with him, he was kind, made sure I was taken care of, let me rest and recuperate fully before he put me back out to sell.
My next owner, Victor Hesse, had a power complex. Insisted on being called Sir or Master and ran a tight household, ruled by fear. He wanted an heir to carry on his lineage and I was there to serve this purpose. In some households you are given a little freedom but in his eyes I served one purpose, to keep his bed warm at night until he was ready to begin his family. My existence was his bedroom, my world was the four walls that encompassed it. I barely knew the names of the many other slaves he owned and we dared not strike up anything resembling a friendship or kinship for fear of his wrath.
It was some time before he decided to use me to my full purpose and I think he enjoyed merely having my body at his beck and call for the first several months I was there. An incubation period began and I nervously waited as the days passed hoping this time I'd be successful. The last two times I'd reached two or three months before I lost the babies. When I reached four months I was beginning to have some hope that I'd go full term.
I writhed in pain on the floor of his bedroom for hours before someone found me. The same story as before only this time my fate was worse. Victor was a powerful man of the state and after my history of already two failed negative harvests, he felt I needed to learn some harsh lessons in how to serve my masters to my full potential.
Two months later I was put into the pound, given eight years because of my history. A new fresh hell began as I was sentenced to hard labour. Because of my status as an Incubator the prison guards took extra interest in me, fucking me on a regular basis to keep me ripe. My only respite from this constant, harrowing routine came when a new warden was put in charge of the pound, Pat Jameson. She didn't approve of my mistreatment, even if I was a mere slave and prisioner. I was put under the charge of one guard who was to act as a sole guardian in my final years there.
I wouldn't call him a friend, but he showed a little care, gave me a little attention and always watched out for me. His affection was touching to an ageing slave whose prospect of being owned again were dimming each year I was in the pound, especially after three failed incubations. Put back out onto the market I felt old, I was old. It's rare a slave gets to my age without being bought and made part of a household for a long period of time. My history made it hard to sell me though my holder didn't care. He got paid to keep me until I was sold and got to fuck me so it was a win win for him.
He didn't expect one Owner Daniel William's to come along. Neither did I.
That's how I'm lucky. Because Danny saw me and wanted me and ain't that a fucking turn up for the books? I was wanted, truly wanted, not just as a slave, but as something much more than that. If there were more owners in the world like Danny, this world would be a much happier place. As it is, we few slaves he owns are the luckiest fucking people on the planet. And I'm the luckiest. Because he loves me, truly fucking loves me and I love him. It's scary, being in love, especially for a slave. It took me a long time to convince myself I was capable of being loved, of returning those affections without fear of being hurt by it. But Danny has this way of worming his way under your defences and breaking you open, forcing you to reveal everything.
~
We're going home. When Chin says I can be discharged as soon as Danny wants to sign me out I shoot Danny a desperate look hoping he won't keep me there any longer. Thankfully he's as eager as I am to get us home and within a few hours I'm impatiently pacing in the hospital foyer as we wait for Lei to arrive. Danny forces me to sit down before I get told off for getting in the way and I sit there, tense, holding his hand and wishing Lei would put his fucking foot down. Grace is asleep in the baby carrier set beside Danny and he gives my hand a squeeze.
"Take it easy baby, we'll be home soon," he assures me.
When I see the car pull up I jump to my feet and Danny chuckles at my behaviour and hands me a couple of bags as he picks up Grace's carrier. Lei gives me a warm smile as we approach the car and pats me on the back.
"Good to see you Steven," he says before opening the car door and giving Grace a long stare. "She's beautiful boss."
"Ain't she though," Danny agrees and they set to work fastening in the seat in while I dump the bags in the trunk.
Arriving home is like a reunion. Before we even reach the steps up to the house the door is flung open and Kono hops down the steps to throw her arms around me to give me a hug. She's been part of the household a mere few months and yet I hug her gratefully back like she's been with us forever. Maui follows close by and I'm glad to see he seems happier and more at ease within the household. I manage to reach the top of the stairs to a grinning Kamekona who rocks on his heels and admonishes us for being late for supper.
Max, Kim and Halia also make a fuss as we get ourselves inside but it's Grace who garners all the attention. Suddenly Danny and I end up outside the bustling circle as she meets the rest of her family. Kono jumps in feet first to her role in the house, picking Grace out of her carrier and Kamekona starts introducing everyone like she understands everything he says to her. She woke up in the car and her blue saucer eyes take in everything as her mouth pouts and puckers at the attention. Maui looks stunned as Kono advances on him, baby cradled in her arms and takes a few steps back as she nears.
"Want to her hold her?" Kono asks and he darts Danny a look before he looks back at her, head shaking virgorously.
"No, I'm good, I'm fine," he says sounding terrifed.
I hide a laugh, rolling my eyes as he backs away a little more, afraid he might somehow break her even at a short distance. Kono just rolls her eyes at him and gives him a frown.
"You hungry boss? I got supper cooking," Kamekona turns to us. "Even got bottles already made up for lil Gracie."
"Yeah Kame, whenever you're ready," Danny tells him as Kono heads off, Kim and Halia in tow, to show Grace her room.
I follow them down the hall and lean against the door post as they coo over her, tinkling some chimes and fascinated by her tiny reactions.
It feels good to be home. I've missed the house but more importantly I've missed the people. They put the finishing touches to the nursery while I've been away and I take it all in, feeling a hand rest in the small of my back as Danny comes to stand beside me.
"You okay?" he asks.
"Yeah, I'm good," I reply with a smile. "Good to be home."
"Yes it is," Danny agrees.
I stifle a yawn as Kono sets Grace down in her cot, the women lean down over her and I know Grace is never going to want for attention. I'm tired, maybe it's the excitement of getting home, the relief at being out of the hospital. Chin told Danny I still had to rest and recoup even if I was being allowed to return home.
"You should go to bed," Danny tells me and I shake my head but he gives me a little push. "It isn't a suggestion Steven."
"Just, let me have supper with everyone Danny," I ask him hopefully. "Please. We spent so long cooped up in the hospital, I just want to spend a little time with all of us together again."
Danny looks at me closely and finally nods his head. "Fine, only for a little while. You've plenty of time to settle back in and see everyone but you need your rest, you still aren't back to your normal self."
"I know," I nod my head in agreement. "Just let me have tonight."
~
As it happens I wish I'd just done what Danny had told me. By the time Kamekona brings out the main course I'm drifting, not keeping up with conversations, even if it is about Grace and how beautiful she looks and how perfect she is going to be. Danny looks over at me with concern and leans over to me.
"Bed," he says firmly and I don't even think about arguing.
I excuse myself from the rest of the gathering and Danny follows me to the bedroom to make sure I actually make it to bed. It's strange being in our room again, I look at the bed longingly. We've spent weeks in seperate beds, it will be nice to curl up beside Danny properly again. We've made do with the odd cramped moments of closeness in the hospital. After a quick moment in the bathroom, I strip down and collapse into bed as Danny is dipping the blinds. I roll onto my stomach and cuddle the pillow to my face, another comfort of home I've missed. I'm already drifting off as Danny leans down over me and presses a kiss to my cheek before he leaves me to sleep.
"Danny," I mumble sleepily without opening my eyes as he pulls away.
"Yeah?"
"Leave the door open to the nursery," I say, a hopeful request.
We have a connecting door directly from the bedroom to the nursery. The bedroom is strangely empty without her, but I'll be able to hear her if she wakes.
"Kono will take her of her," Danny assures me.
"I know, I just-," I sigh heavily, too tired to explain myself. "Please."
"Okay," Danny agrees.
~
It's been a long time since I responded to Danny for sex. During the Incubation I went through weeks of not wanting him to even touch me in any fashion. We're both impatient for that special connection as Danny puts off pushing me for sex in the first few days of my being home. But I can't wait any longer and neither can he. His hand has been itching at the small of my back all evening and he follows me into the bedroom, closing the door behind us. I go over to the connector door to the nursery and push it shut, feeling Danny's hands slide up my back before I can turn back around. I just stand there and relish the feel of him pressing close as his fingers push my t-shirt up before raking down over my skin.
I pull the t-shirt off, settling my hands against the door again as his arms slide around me, lips warm against my spine. I can feel my arousal growing, my need of him easing throughout my limbs. I want him to touch me everywhere to remind me every part of me belongs to him. His fingers make light work of buttons and zipper, pushing my pants down over my hips and I kick them away as he presses his mouth against my back again. His hands slide everywhere, trailing fire all over me and my skin tingles in response like it's forgotten how it feels to have him touching.
I turn and attack his own shirt as he kisses me, blindly undoing every one and hungrily kissing him back. Eventually I can push it off his broad shoulders and his hands withdraw to pull of the shirt before he's pushing and pulling and we tumble onto the bed. We take time, desperate for each other but aware we shouldn't rush, to savour the moment. I go to help him undo his trousers but he pushes my hands away, stretches out over me and kisses me again.
"Missed doing this," he whispers breathless against my mouth when he comes up for air, before he dips back down again. "Fuck Steve, missed having you like this."
I wrap my arms around him, equally hungry with need for him. Eventually he peels away to take off his pants and grab the lube from the bedside cabinet. I pull him back to me impatiently as he lingers and looks me over, eyes roving over my flesh with a predatory stare. I'm quite happy to be the object of his watchful gaze, I greedily look at his nakedness with equal appreciation often, but right now I need him touching me. I wrap a leg around his hip and arch up, our cocks connecting and we both groan at the friction. He buries his face against my neck and we push into each other again.
"Danny," I groan in pleasure and he nips at my neck with his teeth in reply. "Danny please, fuck,-"
"Getting to that baby," He mutters darkly against my skin.
Slick fingers soon press against my entrance and it's been too long, I arch and moan at the preperation and feel a desperate lust for more of him. When he lines up and pushes into me I can't look at him, squeezing my eyes tight shut and lose myself in the overwhelming feel. I take in deep shaky breaths and lay there, tightening a leg around him, needing to feel everything. He stills and I know hes looking down at me but I can't bring myself to look at him. Too fragile a moment, I know the look his eyes will hold, dark, possesive and owning. He starts to move, deep, firm thrusts and our grunts and moans meld together.
He bows down low to me and I wrap my arms around him, our skin slick with sweat as we move against one another. He slows and his thrusts are shallow as he buries deep, feelings of pleasure pooling into my hips and belly, he knows every move drives me closer to the edge. I force myself eventually to look at him and his eyes are full of light and pleasure, a small knowing smile on his lips. I feel a hand slide over my thigh where it's wrapped around him, fingers squeezing into my muscles.
We're too close and desperate to really drag this out, and it doesn't take much more of him fucking and filling me to get me close to coming. He keeps me on the brink long enough to catch up with me, but when he reaches down between us and finally takes me in hand, I come. Two strokes of his hand and a twist, cock pushing up into me with intention and I shudder and groan with pleasure. He strokes me through it as liquid splashes my skin and he grunts out my name with a fierceness when my shuddering body takes him over his own edge. He gives short shallow thrusts and grinds his hips as he comes, cock spasming inside me.
We lay a tangle of limbs, sated for now but I know it won't be the only time we fuck tonight. We've gone too long not to take time to reconnect again.