His Little Ametrine (Eleadian Mates #9)

Chapter 8

Chapter Eight

Raevion

My girl has been out cold for four hours. She never stirred a single time while I brushed out her gorgeous hair and put it in pigtails. Afterward, I made all the arrangements for our transport to Eleadia and moved us from Earth to the mothership. She never awoke the entire time in the transport pod.

As I take a seat in Jefared’s office on the mothership, she finally rouses. I cradle her against me, kissing her forehead several times to keep her calm as she awakes.

Sara blinks in confusion as she looks around wide-eyed. I watch as her memory returns. I stroke her cheek and gently remove the pacifier from her mouth. “Papi’s got you, Little songbird.”

She squirms and whimpers under the blanket I have wrapped around her. I covered her in it both to keep her warm and ensure she didn’t panic over her nudity. I’m aware that human females have issues with nudity at first. They aren’t used to being exposed like they will be on Eleadia.

“We’re on the starship, Little one. I need to check you in, and then we’ll see the doctor to clear you for transport to Eleadia.”

She licks her lips and stares up at me as she starts to tremble. “Scared.”

“I know, Baby girl.” I rock her in my arms and rub her back.

Jefared smiles on the other side of the desk. “She’s calmer than most females.”

I grin down at my girl. “I’m a lucky man.”

Jefared glances at his computer monitor. “Do you have any allergies or medical conditions we need to be aware of, Little one?”

She shifts her gaze his direction. “No, sir.”

I like the way she addresses him even though I have not yet informed her that she will be expected to speak reverently to Eleadian males.

Jefared already has the rest of her details entered, and he rises to open the door behind him. “Dankin is expecting you.”

I rise and carry Sara through to the medical exam room.

“Who is Dankin?” she asks in a soft inquisitive voice.

“The ship’s doctor. He will examine you to make sure you’re healthy before we leave for home.”

“I’m healthy, Papi. I’ve never been sick in my life.”

“That’s good, Baby girl, but you still need a thorough exam. We have equipment that’s far more advanced than anything on Earth to detect all sorts of potential issues you might not be aware of.”

Dankin enters the room from the other side and holds out a hand. “Good to see you, Raevion.” He shifts his attention to the sweet Little girl in my arms and smiles. “Nice to meet you, Sara.”

“Hi,” she murmurs.

Dankin pats the end of the exam table. “She can sit here. We’ll get started.”

I tug the blanket away as I lower her to her diapered bottom on the end of the table.

She whimpers and reaches out for the blanket. “Papi…”

I set it on the chair behind me. “You won’t need the blanket during your exam, Little one.”

Sara crosses her arms over her small breasts, her cheeks turning pink.

I lift her chin to meet her gaze as I gently encircle her wrists with my fingers and tug them to her sides. “Sit up tall for the doctor. Keep your hands at your sides.” There are so many things I have not told her. “Little girls on Eleadia are expected to keep their fingers away from their nipples.”

She inhales sharply and then purses her lips. Her cheeks are bright red now.

Dankin steps to her other side, warming his stethoscope with his palm. “I’m going to listen to your heart first, Sara. Can you sit tall for me?” he reminds her.

She finally straightens her spine, but she keeps her lips pursed and closes her eyes.

“Deep breaths, Little one,” Dankin encourages. “Good girl.” He moves the disk around her chest and back before setting it aside. He then rounds to her front to examine her ears, nose, eyes, and throat, palpating her neck when he’s done.

I hold her small hand, wondering if she has any idea she has flipped hers over and grips two of my much larger fingers with her entire fist.

“Lie back for me,” Dankin says as we both help her recline. He guides her hands above her head next.

Sara’s breath hitches again. Goosebumps rise on her skin, and her pretty nipples tighten.

A deep inhale tells me she’s aroused. It’s common. I’m pleased. It’s a good sign. Her innate submissive will thrive on being exposed and restrained. In fact, when I reach up and clasp her wrists to hold them above her head, she arches her chest and lets out a soft moan.

I set my free hand on her chest. “Be a good girl while the doctor examines you. Some of the exam will be exactly what you’re used to. Other parts will be foreign to you. Papi will be right here the entire time. I can hold your hands out of the way, or I can restrain them if you’d rather. Which would you prefer?”

She licks her lips. “You hold them, Papi,” she whispers.

“I expect you to address the doctor and all other men we encounter as Sir and speak politely to them.”

She swallows. “Yes, Sir.”

I lean over and kiss her forehead. “Good girl.”

She shivers.

Dankin stands across from me. “I’m going to examine your breasts, Little one. Have you ever had any issues with them?”

“No, Sir,” she murmurs.

I move my hand out of the way and set it on her inner thigh. Her small legs are bent and parted to accommodate her diaper, which is still dry. When I rub the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, she clenches her muscles.

Dankin palpates her small breast in a spiral until he reaches her nipple. When he gives it a pinch, a small cry escapes her lips as she arches. Her arousal is potent. Her pussy is surely soaked.

She holds her breath while Dankin examines her other breast, and she’s panting when he pinches the second bud. He turns slightly and grazes his thumbs over both nipples. “She’s very responsive. Did you prick her nipples earlier?”

“Yes.”

“Ah.” He pats her breasts. “That explains her lingering arousal.”

I glance at him. “We consummated our bond, too. I did my best to wash my essence from her skin and inside her.”

Dankin nods as he moves to her stomach and begins pressing his fingers around her abdomen. “You’ll need to bathe her after sex every time to lessen the frenzy. No one is quite sure yet if females will grow accustomed to the effects of semen or if the need to wash it off will linger for years to come.”

I nod.

Sara is staring at me with wide eyes, mouth open.

I know human females are not as open about sexuality as Eleadians. She’s embarrassed.

Dankin slides a hand to the front of her diaper and squeezes. “Has she wet herself yet?”

“No.”

He rounds to the end of the table, gently lifts her legs into stirrups, and secures them before widening her thighs farther. “I need a urine sample anyway, but when I’m done, I’ll use an anesthetic cream to ensure she wets herself before entering stasis.”

I nod, gripping my Little girl’s wrists when she tries to tug them free. She doesn’t ask what that means, and it’s probably for the best. She’s not going to like it. Or, more accurately, she probably is going to enjoy the doctor’s methods, which will frustrate and embarrass her.

Sara whimpers when Dankin removes her diaper.

I set my hand on her chest again. My palm is wide enough to reach both her nipples. Caressing them will distract her slightly.

Her legs start shaking. “Papi…”

“Deep breaths, Little one.” I inhale slowly as I look at her, trying to get her to do so with me.

When she calms slightly, I turn to watch as Dankin visually examines her pussy, pulling her folds apart and palpating her vulva. He pulls the hood back away from her clit and strokes the swollen nub a few times, making it engorge further.

Sara moans.

Dankin opens a tube of ointment and spreads a generous amount all over her pussy and the surrounding skin. “This cream needs to sit for a few minutes on your pussy, Little one. It will permanently prevent your hair from growing back.”

“Permanently?” Her voice squeaks as she lifts her head to glance down. “Uh, I guess that would be nice. I won’t have to shave or wax ever again?” She glances at me.

I pat her breasts, loving how they respond every time I rub her nipples. “No shaving or waxing, Baby girl. Littles need their pussies to remain bare so moisture doesn’t get trapped against their skin inside their diapers.”

She drops her head. “Jesus, I’ve fallen into another dimension,” she murmurs.

Soon, Dankin removes the cream. Her skin is so smooth and pretty. I want to rub my face against it, and I look forward to doing so a billion times in the future.

“I’m going to open your vagina with a speculum now, Little one,” Dankin informs her.

She nods and holds her breath again as he inserts the metal device, spreads her channel open, and examines inside her. He eases a swab in to take a sample and then reaches for a catheter kit.

“Have you ever had a catheter inserted in your urethra, Little one?” Dankin asks.

She shakes her head. “No, Sir. Can’t I just pee in a cup?”

“This is more efficient,” he informs her as he braces her pelvis with one hand while guiding the tube into her tiny opening with the other.

She winces. “Feels weird.”

I slide my hand to one breast and thumb her distended nipple. “Try to relax.”

Soon, her urine runs into an attached bag.

“You cannot hold your pee-pee like that, Little one,” Dankin admonishes. “It’s not healthy.”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispers.

I know it’s hard for even the most accepting Little girl to get used to wearing a diaper. I’m confident she will accept that aspect of her new life quickly. My Little girl is far calmer about this entire transition than the stories I’ve heard about the reactions of most Littles.

Dankin removes the tube and the speculum.

“Are we done?” Sara asks, hopefully.

“Not yet, Baby girl,” I tell her. I’m well aware of every aspect of this exam. I learned about it so that I wouldn’t be shocked by the invasive nature.

Dankin shows her the next device he will use. “This is a scanner. It’s sort of like a miniature MRI machine. I’m going to wave it slowly over your body. It will detect any abnormality. You won’t feel a thing.”

She nods, wide-eyed and watches intently as the doctor holds the scanner about an inch from her skin and eases it all around her to collect his data.

When he’s done, she blows out a breath. “Are all my parts intact?”

Dankin chuckles as he looks at his monitor. “Yep. Two kidneys. Two lungs. Even a heart. Everything looks good.” He grabs the internal probe next.

“What’s that for?” she asks.

I should probably remind her to speak more reverently, but she’s doing so well, and her curiosity is refreshing.

“It’s an internal probe. I’m going to insert it in your rectum. It will register your temperature, blood pressure, oxygen levels, and other vitals.”

I feel Sara’s heart rate pick up as she looks at me. She wants to protest, but she bites her bottom lip instead.

I’m so proud of her. I rub her breast again. “You’re doing so well, Little one.”

“I’ve never had anything in my bottom except…” she murmurs with a shaky voice. She stops before adding your finger . I’m sure she’s too embarrassed to say it in front of Dankin.

I flick her nipple, loving the way her arousal fills the room. She’s nervous, but she’s also intrigued by the idea of having her bottom penetrated by the thick probe. It’s larger than my finger. “Papi will examine your bottom often, Little one. Soon it won’t seem nearly as embarrassing as the first time.”

My girl is so fucking amazing. I’m the luckiest man in the universe.