Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
She softens. She likes that word for some reason. It makes her feel younger. I can practically watch her age slide lower when one of us uses it.
I scoop her off the bed and carry her into the kitchen. “Bath time.”
“Where are you taking me?” She looks around.
I stop when I get to the basin and turn on the water. “We bathe our Little girls in basins like this.”
“You really don’t have bathrooms?”
“Nope.” I adjust the water, put the stopper in, and give it a few seconds to fill. “You’re going to love this. Our water feels amazing. It’s cleaner than yours and makes your skin feel so soft.”
She giggles. “Like a fountain of youth.”
I smile. “Exactly. Except it really is a fountain of youth in a way. It’s partly because our water and air are superior that we live longer.”
“That’s hard to comprehend.”
I lower her into the water.
She gives a deep sigh and leans back, closing her eyes. Her expression is calm. Her smile is so pretty.
I lift a cloth, pump some soap onto it, and start with her arms.
She moans. “That feels amazing. Do you really bring your water from your planet?”
“Yes. We can’t drink yours. We don’t bathe in it either.”
She reaches for the cloth. “I can do it, Papi.”
I pull it away. “Papi will always bathe you, Little one.”
“Are you really going to do everything for me?”
“Yes, Mia. Everything.”
“Won’t you be exhausted?”
“Nope. I’ll be more invigorated and alive than I’ve ever been. Nurturing and caring for you fuels my heart and my mind. It’s my greatest pleasure.” I gently wash her breasts next, noticing how her breath hitches and her nipples tighten. I’ll never get enough of her adorable reactions.
I move to her hair next, carefully pouring water over her head before shampooing her long locks. After I rinse, I wash her legs and then tap her thighs. “Spread your knees for me, Baby girl.”
She obeys me, her small hands gripping the sides of the basin. She holds her breath while I take my time cleansing her folds and her bottom. She’s panting when I let the water out. I love how she trembles.
I grab a towel and wrap it around her as I lift her out of the basin.
“That’s the softest thing I’ve ever touched, Papi.” She snuggles into it.
“It’s made from the sumach plant. It’s much softer than anything you have on Earth. Absorbent too. Your diapers are made of the same material.”
I carry her back to the bedroom and sit her on her bottom so I can towel her hair dry.
She whimpers when I remove the soft material from around her, exposing her again. I know it unnerves her. I can hear her pulse increase. I can feel it every time I touch her too. But she’s also aroused again. The scent fills the room.
The towel is so absorbent that her hair is nearly dry when I’m done. “Lie back for me, Baby girl. Spread your legs.”
She obeys me, but she’s embarrassed again, and she fists her hands at her sides. I’m learning the signs. The red splotches are back. Her breathing increases. She won’t meet my gaze.
I slide a fresh diaper under her hips and squeeze some soothing cream on my fingers. “This will protect your skin, Baby girl,” I inform her as I slowly rub it between her folds and down around her tight rosebud.
“Papi,” she whimpers. “You’re teasing me. I need you inside me.”
I hesitate at her words and lift my gaze. “You want Papi to stroke your clit and finger your pussy again, Baby girl?” It’s certainly no hardship, and we have time. At least another half an hour. If we’re not ready to go when the pod arrives, they will wait.
She shakes her head. “No, Papi, put your penis in me. Please. Don’t make me wait until we get to your home. I need you now.”
I stop touching her soft folds to set my palms on either side of her and hold her gaze. There are some instances when mates consummate their relationship before they leave Earth, but it’s not common.
Usually it’s not even reasonable as most females are still grumbling and frustrated with their predicament as they board the transport vessel. A lot of their angst is left to be worked out after they arrive at home.
My Little girl doesn’t have even a tenth of that normal angst. She’s already Little. She’s accepted everything I’ve thrown at her with far more aplomb than the average female.
When she reaches for her knees and holds them wider, my cock throbs. “Please, Papi. I need you. I want it so badly.”
I consider her words. I’m caving, but there are repercussions. One of them is that it’s going to hurt her. I haven’t had a chance to stretch her tight pussy. Another problem is that we will enter a far deeper bond after we have sex. My semen will send her into a frenzy. It will be difficult to calm her down afterward.