Chapter 6
Chapter Six
Crogor
Allisa lifts her knees and brings them up toward her chest. “Papi…”
Her protests are cute. Weak and ineffective, but cute.
I take the opportunity to grab the sides of her panties and pull them down her legs.
She draws her knees in tighter. She can’t help it. It’s instinctive to her. It will take time to teach her to keep herself open for me. No human man has ever seen her naked.
When her arms wrap around her knees, I ease the straps of her bra down to her elbows and then gently lift each hand one at a time to relieve her of the last scrap of lace.
She’s vulnerable and panting, her tiny legs pulled in tight, her arms gripping her shins. She’s in such a ball, that I’ve only gotten a glimpse of her breasts so far.
I step back and take a moment to remove my suit jacket and then unbutton my shirt. “Open for me, Baby girl,” I urge in a soft voice. “Show Papi how pretty you are.”
She eases her grip slowly.
When I’m finally shirtless and I’ve kicked off my shoes, leaving me in nothing but my dress pants, I set my hands over my girl’s where they rest against her shins. “Let go of your legs, Little one. You’re like a little flower. Bloom for me.”
She hesitates. “Are you going to make love to me?” she asks in a tiny voice.
“Millions of times, Baby girl. But not tonight. My cock is much larger than a human’s.
When we get home, I will stretch your tight cunt until I’m certain you’re able to take me into your body without injuring you.
Tonight, my only goal is to make you feel good.
But first, you need to pee, and I’m going to spank you. ” I lift a brow at the reminder.
She’s still gripping her shins, though not as tightly.
“Spread your petals, Baby girl. Like a flower in bloom. I want to scent your nectar before I devour it.” I opt for patience on this issue. Forcing her right now would not be in my best interest. I want her to trust me.
Though I’ve made it clear I will be a firm Papi, that doesn’t mean I will be cruel. I can scent trepidation wafting off of her. When she still had her panties and dress on, she didn’t feel quite as vulnerable. She was able to open for me, knowing that her pussy and tits were covered.
This is different. She’s naked now. Exposing herself takes trust. Trust I intend to earn.
I move my hands to her knees and lightly grip them. “I can smell your arousal, Little one. It’s mixed with nervous energy. You have my word I will not penetrate your pussy right now.”
Moving my hands to her biceps, I stroke them next. “Your skin is so pale…” My voice trails off. “You’re like an angel sent from the heavens.”
I smell the shift in her demeanor as she calms.
“I know you need to go potty, Baby girl. Let’s take care of that first. Can you spread your knees for me so I can slide a diaper under your bottom?”
“Are you still going to spank me?” she asks in her tiny voice.
“Yes, Little one. After you go pee-pee. If you don’t want me to put the diaper on you just yet, you can simply pee yourself without it. Your urine will soak into the pad beneath you.”
Her breath hitches.
“Your choice, Baby girl.”
Faced with two options she probably detests, I’m confident she will choose a diaper over peeing herself outright.
I smooth my palms up to cup her head on both sides, letting my thumbs graze her cheeks. “Deep breaths, Baby girl. Look into Papi’s eyes.”
When she meets my gaze, I continue, “That’s my good girl.
You want to obey me. The urge is strong.
Even if you hadn’t been submissive before tonight, you would be now.
It’s natural. Your body is aligning with mine.
Pleasing me will make you happy. Open for me, Little girl. Show Papi how pretty you are.”
An audible whimper escapes her lips as she finally releases her knees. She doesn’t drop her hands to her sides or bring them over her head where they belong. Instead, she slides her tiny palms to her breasts and covers them while she opens her knees.
“That’s my good girl.” I help guide her wider with my palms on her inner thighs.
She moans as her petals open. “Papi…” she pleads. I doubt she has any idea what she’s begging for.
Inhaling her scent deep into my lungs, I glide my thumbs to her core and tease the sides of her folds. She doesn’t know this, but I’ve never seen a naked female before. I’m one hundred thirty years old, and my mate is the first and only female I will ever be with.
Fuck, she’s perfection. The curls between her legs really are as blond as I expected. I can’t wait to rub my face against her pussy. But first things first. It’s not healthy for her to continue to hold her urine.
Her breasts are small, so small that she can almost cover them with her own tiny hands. I’m certain they are just as perfect as the rest of her. I decide to lighten the mood. “Are your nipples blue, Baby girl?”
Her brows furrow.
“Purple? Orange?” I continue.
She giggles. “No, Papi.”
“Then why are you hiding them?”
She licks her lips. “You won’t be able to pierce my titties, Papi. They’re too small.”
I press her legs open wider, forcing her knees into the mattress.
She just used a very Little word for her nipples.
I’m not sure she even realizes it. But I can add it to my growing vocabulary.
“There’s no such thing as titties being too small, silly girl.
They come in all sizes. Some Little girls have big breasts with large areolas and thick nipples.
Other girls are the opposite with smaller breasts, dainty areolas, and precious tips.
Everything about you is exactly right. I will worship your nipples no matter what size or color they are. ”
“Papi…” she groans. “They’re just pink.”
“Are you sure?” I lift a brow. “Maybe you should show me.”
It takes her forever to ease her palms from her chest, but when they’re finally bare to my gaze, I’m the one licking my lips. “Stunning,” I murmur reverently. I was right. The tight little buds are the same pink as her lips. And I most definitely will worship them. Soon.
“That’s my good girl. So beautiful. Absolute perfection.” I take her in for long seconds. “Are you ready for Papi to put a diaper on you, Baby girl?”
“I guess so, Papi.”
After releasing her thighs, I grab a diaper from the nightstand and quickly slide it under her bottom.
I have the sides fastened in seconds. When I’m done, I circle her wrists and restrain her hands above her head.
“Let yourself submit to me, Baby girl. It’s hard the first time, but it will get easier to fill your diapers.
Eventually you’ll do so without even thinking about it. ”
“That thought is scary, Papi. I don’t want to lose control.” She shudders.
Suddenly, I know in my heart that it will be important to me that she become completely diaper dependent. I know some Little girls are fully aware of when they pee. They do so intentionally and strategically, timing their release so that their Papis will change them immediately.
That’s not how I want Allisa to live. She’s so very submissive that she will benefit from a firmer, more dominant Papi than others.
I make a mental note to discuss her potty habits with Thabo and Chadka.
I know they have ways of forcing diaper dependency and eliminating any discussion about when or where a Little girl makes the conscious decision to wet or soil herself.
“That’s not up to you, Allisa. Papi will always decide what’s best for you, Little one.
” I glance down at her padded pussy. She was so pretty in the dress and panty set, but she’s ten times more stunning with her chest bare and her bottom diapered.
It’s a way of life. One that greatly appeals to me and will eventually rub off on her until she feels every bit as sexy as the Little girl I’m looking at.
“I can’t pee lying down, Papi,” she complains.
“Yes, you can, Little one. Mind over matter. Relax your bladder. Show me what a good girl you can be.”
Her face scrunches up adorably, and she squeezes her eyes closed. A soft moan of relief comes from her as she fills her diaper.
It’s a precious moment, one I’ve waited a lifetime to experience. A symbol of her trust and submission.
“Such a good girl.” I lower my face and place a slow kiss on her belly before trailing my lips up to her breast. Fuck, her nipples are pretty.
I’ve seen a lot of nipples in recent history, but these are the sexiest. Small, pink, pointy.
The creamy white skin around them is going to make the red cryptolite stones stand out so strongly that everyone will do a doubletake when they see her.
My girl is breathing heavily as I take the time to stare at her chest, learning everything from the tiny dimples on her areolas to the thin blue veins that trail across her nearly translucent skin.
She’s panting from anticipation. The only sensation she’s experienced so far has been from my breath hitting her small buds.
I decide to run my nose over the turgid tip first, and I’m rewarded with a moan. Next, I kiss the tiny bud. And then I flick it with my tongue.
Allisa bucks beneath me. She can’t do more than lift her chest because I’m holding her wrists firmly against the mattress, and her diaper is so full that it’s forcing her legs wide. All she can do is brace her feet and lift a few inches.
I like her in this position with her arms raised and her pussy open.
My cock likes it, too. I wonder if there’s a way to train her to sleep in this exact position.
I’ll have to ask Chadka or Thabo. They’ll know.
Perhaps even the ship doctor, Dankin, will have suggestions.
We’ll visit him as soon as we arrive on the mothership.
Maybe if I arrange her with her legs open, knees bent, and arms above her head during the six-month voyage home, her body will grow accustomed to being at rest situated like this, and it will become natural to her.
There’s a vulnerability to having arms and legs bent and spread away from the body that makes my girl look so submissive. My dick pulses with need.
The scent of her growing arousal fills the room as I nuzzle her nipples back and forth. A soft whimper accompanies the smell of her pussy. When I finally wrap my lips around one of the tips and graze it with my teeth, my girl cries out.
She’s so responsive. I assume this is new to her. If she’s attempted to pet her clit and gotten no results in the past, then it would stand to reason that she’s never been as turned on as she is now. And I’m going to rock her world with my next action.
Capturing her tight bud between my teeth, I let my quill drop to quickly pierce her nipple.
Allisa cries out.
I immediately lap at the offended tip, soothing it. Without wasting a moment of time, I switch to the other nipple and give it the same treatment. She’s expecting me to pierce her this time, so she’s writhing and forcing me to hold her down with my mouth.
Injecting her is something that calls to me. My inner Dom wants to mark her entire body, piercing every erogenous zone until she doesn’t know her name. But I refrain from moving too fast. I’ve introduced her to so many things in a short time that she’s reeling.
Lifting my head, I glance at her eyes. They’re the prettiest blue I’ve ever seen. They remind me of the Eleadian sky. The atmosphere above Earth is so polluted that there’s no comparison. I can’t wait for my girl to see all the colors on Eleadia.
“Can you stay in this position for me while I clean your pussy, Little one?” I release her slowly, making sure she leaves her hands where they lie.
Her eyes are glassy from lust, and she moans softly, blinking up at me.
I open her diaper and whisk it out from under her before grabbing some gentle wet wipes to clean her skin.
All the while, I breathe deeply, inhaling her delicious scent over and over.
It’s getting stronger. Her pheromones are ingrained in my mind now, so potent that I’ll miss her every time I move away from her.
When her skin is clean, I reach for the soft pastel pink blanket at the foot of the bed and spread it open. I have a plan to photograph her, and I want the background to be this lovely pink color that she obviously enjoys.
She’ll never wear clothes again, but that doesn’t mean I can’t diaper her and bundle her in pink. Both the blanket and the diapers are made from the sumach plant. It’s the softest material on Eleadia and what we use for towels and the pants our men wear, too.
I scoop my girl off the pee pad and move her over to the blanket, arranging her in this position I adore so that her arms rest extended above her head and her legs are situated bent and spread wide, her knees against the mattress on either side of her hips.
Allisa watches me closely as I reach into my pants and retrieve my phone. “What are you doing, Papi?”
“I’m going to take some pictures of you, Baby girl, so I can look at them later and remember how precious you were the night I met you.”
Her breath hitches, and her body stiffens. She can’t keep her knees and elbows down, but she tries so hard, struggling to obey me against her better judgement. “I don’t want you to take pictures, Papi.”
I bend and kiss her mound. Fuck, her scent. It’s intoxicating. It’s so much stronger up close like this. “No one will see them but me, Little one. I promise.”
Her head rolls back and forth. “No, Papi. People should never allow nude pictures to be taken of them. They get leaked and then everyone spreads them around.”
“Not on my planet, Baby girl. They are only for me. Let your body relax against the bed.”
She fists her hands. “Please, Papi. Don’t.”
Setting the phone aside, I grip her wrists again to restrain her and bend to suckle her nipple. Most Eleadians pierce their Little girl’s fingertips when she needs calming, but I can’t resist using her sweet bud.
Without hesitation, I press my quill into her areola, releasing a combination of calming serum and an aphrodisiac. While she’s still overwhelmed by my actions, I do the same to her other tip.
Allisa is confused when I meet her gaze. “What did you do?” she murmurs.
“Deep breaths, Baby girl. Let your body relax.”
She shivers. Her knees and elbows sink into the mattress, her hands unfist, and she glares at me.
I chuckle as I grab the phone and open the camera. Before she has a chance to argue again, I snap dozens of pictures, one after the other, including zooming in on the curls protecting her pussy from my gaze.
It’s over so fast that she doesn’t have time to protest.