His Little Ametrine (Eleadian Mates #9)

Chapter 12

Chapter Twelve

Raevion

I’m anxious as I lower my Little girl onto the table in the clinic the following day. There are two doctors in this clinic. Thabo and Chadka. We’re seeing Thabo today.

Thabo is calm and collected. He’s used to Papis and their Littles. He sees all of them. But I’m new to this world and feeling nervous.

Thabo pulls a strap across Sara’s waist so she can’t roll off the table before he clasps my shoulder. “You’re doing fine, Raevion. I’m going to examine her, but there’s no reason to panic. She looks very healthy and has amazing muscle control for three days out of stasis.”

I take a deep breath, keeping a hand on my girl, not wanting to risk her falling. She’s perfectly safe, but I’m finding myself constantly worrying about her safety. It’s common. I heard this would happen.

Eleadian males are overbearing and protective. For one thing, we travel a year-round trip to find our mates. That alone would make us incredibly careful about their health and wellbeing. But on top of that is the bond. I heard how strong it would be and how it would grow, but no amount of reading or listening to testimonials prepared me for how powerful this connection would feel. It brings me to my knees.

I clasp Sara’s hand in my much larger one. She’s squirming. I can sense her nerves.

Thabo smiles at her from the other side of the exam table. “Welcome to Eleadia, Little one. How are you feeling?”

“Frustrated, Sir.” She pouts. “My voice is all scratchy, and I can’t even sit up.”

Thabo chuckles. “That’s to be expected. You actually have more mobility than I usually see at three days. You’ll be up and running circles around your Papi in no time. I bet you’ll be walking even before the two-week mark.”

“But my voice…”

“Also normal. The feeding tube irritated your larynx. It will heal. Give it time.”

“Are you sure? What if it doesn’t?” she argues.

Thabo pats her head. “I’ll take a look at it, but I wouldn’t worry. You’ve only regained your voice a day ago. It takes time to fully heal. Don’t rush it. Try not to strain or force your voice beyond what feels easy. I don’t want you to risk damaging your larynx by trying too hard too early.”

He feels around her neck first. “Open your mouth wide for me, Little one.”

She does as instructed, letting him tip her head back farther as he shines a light in her throat.

“Everything looks normal, Sara. If you’re still worried in a few days, I’ll look again, okay?”

She pushes out her bottom lip. It’s nearly impossible to keep a straight face when she gives that fake pout. I doubt it was something she did on Earth. She has accepted her status as my Little girl easier than most and often shows signs of really delving into age play.

Thabo continues examining her, palpating her neck and all of her glands before moving to her breasts. He lifts her arms over her head, and I reach to hold her wrists steady like I did for her exam with Dankin before we left the mothership.

Sara arches and whimpers as Thabo checks her breast tissue. She bites her lip and holds her breath when he moves from her boobs to her nipples.

When he finishes that part of the exam, she blows out a breath. “They don’t do that on Earth,” she argues.

Thabo chuckles. “We are more thorough on our planet, Little one. We’re also not as prudish about sexuality. We like to make sure our females have no physical or emotional blocks preventing them from enjoying sex. That’s why you will often be brought to orgasm at the clinic. When you’re in better control of your body I mean.”

I squeeze my girl’s hand as I meet Thabo’s gaze. “Perhaps I shouldn’t have, but I gave Sara two orgasms yesterday.”

Her face turns bright red. “Papi…” she hisses.

Thabo chuckles. “No need to be embarrassed, Little one.” He turns toward me. “And no reason to fret about pleasuring your mate.”

“But it had only been two days. It was suggested that I not pressure her to enjoy my touch until she was fully mobile.”

“Pressure is the key word. Did you pressure her?”

I shake my head. “Not at all. She begged me. I couldn’t turn her down.”

“Papi!” Sara’s voice rises to a louder pitch than I’ve heard from her yet. She also grabs my hand—the one holding her wrists—and jerks with more strength than reasonable. Even the fact that she could grab on to me with her fingers is impressive.

Thabo continues to chuckle. “If she wants you to give her pleasure, there’s no harm in that. I wouldn’t advise you to fully claim her until she’s able to participate, but there’s no harm in stimulating her with your fingers or your mouth, especially if she’s requesting it. Listen to your Little girl and her needs.”

Sara groans and rolls her eyes back. “Could we please talk about something else? You’re embarrassing me.”

Thabo nods. “How are her bowel movements?”

My precious Little songbird growls. “My poop is fine. I can’t control it. It comes out. I get embarrassed, and Papi cleans it up. Happy?”

I give her wrists a squeeze and give her a stern look. “We’re both happy with how well your bowels are functioning, but I’m not pleased with your tone of voice. I expect you to speak more politely to Thabo. Understood?”

She blows out a breath. “Sorry, Sir,” she mutters toward the doctor.

“That’s better.”

Thabo rounds to the end of the table and removes her diaper. “It’s okay, Little one. I definitely antagonized you. I shouldn’t have. It wasn’t kind. My apologies.”

She looks surprised. She will learn. Eleadians aren’t perfect. We may be a different species, and most humans hold us to a higher standard because of our size and more advanced knowledge, but we make mistakes.

Thabo bends her knees and presses her legs out wide. “I assume she had no issues reaching orgasm then?” he asks, his voice serious.

“None.”

He pulls her folds apart and lifts the hood on her clit. When he glides his thumb over the swollen nub, she whimpers. Thabo glances at me. “Some Littles experience a sexual frenzy, especially at first. She’s more aware of her sensitive nipples and clit than she ever has been in her life. That’s normal. Humans don’t experience the kind of bond with other humans that they develop with an Eleadian mate. It can be confusing, but it also can lead to oversexualization. Be careful not to give in to her urges more than a few times a day so that her skin doesn’t become irritated. I’ll give you a cream you can rub into her pussy to ease any possible irritation to her skin.”

“Thank you.”

He parts her folds farther and leans in closer. “Also pay close attention to her urethra. Human females are more susceptible to infections. Always clean her thoroughly after sex or even oral stimulation. It’s important for her to empty her bladder soon after sex, too. Peeing will flush out any bacteria that might get inside her small hole from sex.”

I nod. There’s so much to learn. So many things to be aware of. So many issues that might come up. It’s frightening how fragile she is and how careful I need to be with her.

Thabo squeezes my shoulder again. He must have read my mind. “You’re a great Papi. You’re doing fine. She’s healthy and thriving.”

I draw in a deep breath, trying not to let her see my fears. I’m sure she can sense them, though.

Thabo lifts up the probe. “One more thing, and then you can go home.”

Sara groans. “Not that again…”

Thabo squirts lube on the probe. “Every time you come in, Little one. It collects all your vitals and stores them in our system.” He lines the thick rod up with her bottom.

Her lip trembles. “Last time the doctor made me orgasm while he held it inside me. Can we skip that part today?”

“Absolutely. I’ll take your word for it that you are feeling sexually healthy. Not forever, but for this visit.” Thabo turns his attention to her rectum and eases the device into her.

My Little girl tips her head back and holds her breath. Her knees shake.

I reach with my free hand to rub her thigh. “Try to relax, Baby girl. It will be over soon.”

She shakes her head.

“You can’t hold your breath for the entire time. The probe needs to stay in you a few minutes. You’ll turn blue and pass out, and then I’ll have a heart attack,” I joke.

She shoots me a glare, still holding her breath.

I give her a narrowed look. “I said I won’t spank your bottom until you’re more mobile, but if you don’t take a breath, I’m going to swat your pussy right here while Thabo watches.”

She gasps, letting all the air out of her lungs. Her eyes go wide, and her leg shakes more violently. And then my silly girl squeezes her eyes shut and purses her lips.

Thabo catches my attention and nods toward her pussy.

I lean over to see her folds are swollen and wet. I’m not sure how I missed the signs. I can smell her arousal from a mile away and always will. It would seem I’m so used to it I didn’t realize how affected she was by the probe today.

I ease my palm down her inner thigh and hold her tight. I won’t touch her pussy because she asked us not to, but I want her to feel my strength. My support. My love.

She doesn’t say a word as the doctor finally eases the probe out of her. He checks the data on the device and in the computer. “Everything looks perfect. She’s progressing right on track, if not ahead. I don’t need to see her again for two weeks unless you have any questions or issues. Call Jeikin at the front desk any time if you feel you’d like me or Chadka to see her before then.”

I release my Little girl’s hands and slide that palm down to her tummy so I can shake Thabo’s hand with my free one. “Thank you.”

“Take your time. Stop at the desk and make your next appointment when you’re ready.” Thabo turns his gaze toward Sara. “So nice to meet you, Sara. I’ll see you again soon.”

She manages to murmur, “Thank you, Sir.”

And then Thabo is gone, the door snicking shut behind him.