It'd been a few years since the initial alien invasion. After the initial panic blew over, it was almost peaceful. We're humans surprised that Aliens treated them better than they did each other? No, not really. A majority of humans surrendered to have a more peaceful life. Generally, the aliens agree to leave the humans on Earth with some alien assistance. However, some aliens really wanted a human pet.

They were fascinated by them. And that's what you were. You were snatched off the street because of course this demand created a black market. You were sold off to an alien you don't know, it wasn't made any better that everyone told you your "owner" was the worst of them. It was the spoiled alien Prince, known for being rough with his toys and being demanding. Most "pets" didn't last long, and they thought you wouldn't either.

Needless to say, it was a surprise to see you were still around five years after he took you in. As you discovered, the prince actually took really good care of you. The past deaths resulted from failed escapes. You don't blame them for wanting to leave, the prince was overbearing. He loved to poke and prode at you, wanting to explore every inch of your body. He loved dressing you up in different clothes and cuddling you. It was suffocating, but as the touch starved person you were, you enjoyed it. The attention was nice.

He put in effort too, trying to learn your language and bring you things that reminded you of your home.

You were laying in his bed with him, his arm around your torso, emminating much needed heat. He had a blast learning about the reproductive cycle of women, he loved that you were just as needy for him during this time.

"So...body preparing for baby?" He said in his broken human speech. His kind communicated primarily with clicks and whistles. He let out coos as he fawned over your womb.