His Little Ametrine (Eleadian Mates #9)

Chapter 10

Chapter Ten

Six months later …

Raevion

“Hey sleepy girl…” I say, encouraging Sara to open her eyes. We’ve arrived at my home, and she is still sleeping soundly in my arms.

She has been sucking her pacifier harder as her awareness comes closer to the surface, and I’m anxious to see her eyes. So anxious that I’m pacing around my great room, jostling her in my arms to get her to rouse.

Finally she blinks up at me.

I’m so relieved that my knees grow weak. I head for the couch and sit, rocking her back and forth. “There’s my pretty Little songbird. I’ve missed you so much.”

She smiles at me behind the pacifier.

I kiss her forehead. “I never had the chance to tell you what would happen when we arrived, Little one. I’m sorry about that. It’s going to take you about two weeks to regain your strength.” I stroke her cheek.

She looks agitated, her eyes darting around. She has stopped sucking. Her heart rate picks up.

“Don’t panic. You’re safe. Nothing will happen to you. I will take very good care of you while you find your strength. It will only take a few days for you to be able to speak. After that, we’ll start working on getting you back on your feet. You’ll sleep a lot. I will keep a close eye on you at all times.”

She draws in a breath and calms, thank goodness.

“It will be hard for you to stay awake for the first few days anyway. Let’s get a bottle in you and then you can rest again.” I pull the pacifier out and set it on the end table. Her little mouth is so pretty. And her eyes. I’ve missed her eyes so much.

She accepts the bottle eagerly and relaxes in my arms.

I can’t stop grinning while I feed her. Every single story I’ve heard about how agitated Little girls are when they first wake up has left me in a near panic. And yet, my girl is taking everything in stride so far.

I hate that she needs to go back to sleep. I want to spend time with her. I wish I could fast forward through the next two weeks. I can’t wait until she’s toddling around our home, exploring, laughing, playing, and most importantly filling the house with her arousal.

The fact that we had sex before we left Earth was a mixed blessing. On the one hand, I loved having that memory with me for the past six months. On the other hand, it was torture knowing what it felt like being inside my precious Little girl.

Two weeks. I have to wait two weeks to claim her like that again. It’s not fair to rush Littles into awakening their sexual needs before they are strong enough to fully enjoy themselves and participate. But it’s going to be torture.

The first forty-eight hours tick by slowly, and I’m practically pulling my hair out by the time Sara finally wakes from a nap and calls out to me, “Papi?”

It’s musical. I have her on the monitor, and I rush into her nursery, grinning like a loon. “Little songbird… Say it again.”

She giggles. “Papi…” Her voice is scratchy.

I lower the side of her crib, scoop her up, and cradle her against me, hugging her tightly.

She clears her throat and tries again. “My throat feels funny,” she whispers.

I lean her back, impressed with the strength in her neck. I’m careful with her head, but it’s no longer totally limp. “It will get better every day, Baby girl. I promise.”

“Water?” She swallows.

I carry her to the kitchen, fill a bottle with water, and settle in a rocking chair to give her a drink.

When she’s no longer thirsty, she manages to turn her head to the side and push the bottle away with her forearm.

I grin. “You’re incredibly strong for day two, Little one. You’ll be back on your feet in no time.”

“Will I be able to sing?” she whispers.

“I’m sure you will. Don’t you worry.”

She’s distressed. I can sense every bit of her anxiety. Her blood pressure is elevated; she’s trembling, and her eyes are watery. She’s scared. It’s normal.

I turn her so that her naked chest presses against mine. The skin-on-skin contact will calm her. I keep one hand on the back of her neck to support her as I rock her and whisper in her ear. “I’m going to prick your neck, Baby girl. My serum with help ease your anxiety.”

She tenses, but she doesn’t argue.

I kiss behind her ear and let my quill do its job. Within seconds of injecting her with my calming serum, she relaxes.

“That’s so weird,” she murmurs. “Like my own personal antianxiety meds. I guess you don’t need those kinds of drugs on your planet.”

I lean her back so we can look at each other. “Nope. We can take care of our females without artificial intervention most of the time.”

“So you can make me horny, sleepy, and calm.” She narrows her gaze. “And I assume you’ll do those things to me whenever you want with or without my permission.”

I chuckle. “I will indeed do whatever is necessary to ensure you are healthy and happy, Baby girl. If I think you’re overly stressed, I will make it stop. If I need you to sleep, I will force that, too. If I want to make you writhe with lust, you can’t stop me. I can also numb your skin to keep you from hurting if you’re injured or need blood drawn,” I remind her as I slide my hand up to cup her breast. “When I get your nipples pierced, I will numb them first so you can’t feel the sting of the hoop going through your sensitive bud.” I flick her nipple.

She arches into my palm, her eyes rolling back. Her strength surprises me again.

“Do that again…” she breathes out.

I remove my hand and shake my head. “It’s not customary for us to pressure our Littles to experience pleasure before they regain their strength. I’ll wait two weeks until you’re on your feet to fully claim your body again.”

She groans, squirming in my arms. “Papi… You teased my nipple. Now I’m horny. Your scent… Your touch… It’s maddening.”

I’m glad she’s so affected by me, but I can’t possibly touch her intimately while she can’t properly control her body. It wouldn’t be fair. “Two weeks, Little one,” I say firmly, though her pheromones are filling the house, and my cock aches from being constantly rigid.

She shakes her head. “That’s like twelve days from now. I’ll never survive. You tempted me with so many orgasms before we left Earth. Now that’s all I can think about. Even when I’m sleeping, I’m thinking about your fingers on me. Please, Papi? It’s not like it’s not consensual. I’m begging you.”

I stare at her. Heavens above.

She licks her pretty lips and continues, “Do you have any idea how horny I get when you change my diaper? When you strap me to that table and expose me. I think I’m going to intentionally wet myself for the rest of my life just so you’ll strap me down and take off my diaper.”

I’m too stunned to respond. Of course I’m aware when she’s horny. I can scent it. Her sweet smell fills the room. I also know she likes it when I restrain her and change her, but this is the first time she’s been able to verbalize it.

Speaking of diapers, hers is full. I haven’t changed her yet since she woke up. I need to do that, but now she’s pleading with me, batting her naughty eyes to get me to pleasure her.

Should I? I probably should check with the doctor first. We have an appointment tomorrow. I should wait and see what he thinks about my Little girl’s requests.

She smiles as though she’s won the lottery when I rise and carry her to her changing table. She thinks she’s won. Silly Little girl.

I strap her down as usual, arms above her head. I add a restraint just below her breasts and cinch it tighter than usual. She’s so unbelievably aroused, though. I’m making it worse.

When I remove her diaper, I’m bombarded with the overpowering scent of her need. Her pussy is wet and swollen, pulsing. I’m certain this isn’t common, not for a Little girl who’s only been on Eleadia two days and just got her voice back this morning.

“Papi…” She moans as she manages to lift her hips in supplication. She even spreads her legs wider, opening herself up to me.

I stare at her while I wipe her folds gently. She’s ensnared me. I’m losing my will to keep my hands off her. My hands are all over her. I’m touching her far more than necessary, holding her inner thigh as if she can’t leave it parted on her own, stroking her swollen lips with the cloth long after I’ve cleaned her sufficiently.

“Please, Papi…” she whines.

Her nipples are harder than ever, and her clit is so engorged it’s pushing the hood back. She’s shaking with need, rolling her head back and forth.

I can’t deny her. It’s impossible. The doctor will probably chastise me for this when we see him, but my girl needs relief, so I bend over and suck her pussy into my mouth.

She cries out as she stiffens. “Yes…” Her voice is off, raspy. It’s sexy, but it’s not her usual tone. When she whispers, it’s not as noticeable, but when she tries to add volume, I hear it.

I lift my eyes to watch her euphoric expression as I capture her clit between my teeth and flick it with my tongue. My girl’s eyes are glazed over and she has a pleased smile on her lips.

I dip my gaze to her nipples, the hard peaks begging for attention. I’ll never be able to deny my girl pleasure. It’s impossible. Even though I won’t be getting the same relief as her out of this experience, because I absolutely will draw the line at entering her with my cock before the two weeks are up, watching her come is so fucking enjoyable that I almost don’t care about the needs of my cock.

I slide one hand up to capture her breast and pluck her nipple while the other hand comes between her legs so I can thrust a finger into her tight channel. Nothing has been inside her for six months. She’s so tight.

She moans loud enough to shake the roof as I finger her sweet spot.

I probably shouldn’t let my quill down, but I do it anyway. The second I prick her clit, she screams. It’s jarring, and for a moment, I panic, worried I’ve hurt her or gone too far. But then I realize her scream is one of pleasure.

Sara writhes with more strength than I could imagine possible, bucking and tugging as she rides the waves of her orgasm.

I know one is not enough. She has pent-up need that isn’t sated from one orgasm. So I keep suckling, adding a finger, switching to her other nipple and pinching it.

Every time I drag my fingers over the perfect sweet spot inside her, she clenches around my hand. Her noises are a drug, forcing my cock to grow harder and harder while I take solace in her pleasure.

The only thing I don’t do is penetrate her bottom. That seems too invasive for two days after stasis, but apparently I need to speak to the doctor about this premature need she has because if she’s going to beg me to pleasure her often, her ass will most certainly get involved in our play. It’s inevitable.

Her breath hitches, and she stops wiggling right before she cries out my name. “Raevion!”

God, I love hearing my name from her lips in the throes of her release. I will insist she call me Papi most of the time, but when we’re amorous? She can call me Raevion. I like it.

I slowly ease back until I’m doing nothing more than gently petting her pussy and breast. I lift my mouth away from her cunt, licking her juices from my lips. She’s delicious. I’ll never get enough of her. My need to consume her grows with every passing day. I can’t wait for these two weeks to pass so I can take her all over the damn house in every room and every position.

She’s grinning as she blinks and finally meets my gaze. “Now you.”