Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
Crogor
“Why did you do that?” she pouts as I grab a tube of cream from the basket on the nightstand. “You could just look at me when you want to see me. Why do you need pictures?”
I press her pelvis against the bed while I spread the ointment all over her mound. When I’m done, I cap the tube and clean my fingers. “This cream is going to remove the hair from your pussy, Baby girl. I want to be able to see what your pretty cunt looked like with these blond curls.”
“Remove my hair?” Her voice squeaks. She lifts her head to look down between her legs.
“Yes, Little one. It’s more sanitary this way. Your curls would trap moisture against your skin inside your diapers.”
“But it’ll grow back,” she tells me, her voice hopeful.
“No. It will never grow back. The cream is destroying the follicles.”
Allisa drops her head and stares at the ceiling. She’s distressed, but not as much as she would be if I hadn’t injected her. She has threaded her fingers together and fists them into one tight ball above her head.
When enough time has passed, I wipe away the cream and her curls with it. My breath hitches at the vision before me. I was right. Pink folds the same color as her nipples and lips.
Her pussy glistens with arousal from all the attention, and she tries to lift her hips when I press the hood away from her clit.
The pink button is swollen and wet, throbbing of its own accord. This is my first time seeing it, and I have yet to touch the tender bundle of nerves without the barrier of her panties.
It’s time to reward her for being such a good girl. I still owe her a spanking, but we’ll take care of that afterward. “Give me your hands, Baby girl.”
She’s trembling as she tentatively lowers her arms.
I clasp her small white hands in my much larger dark ones and capture them against her thighs, restraining both her arms and her legs at the same time.
“Papi…”
Without acknowledging her, I lower my mouth to her pussy. I can’t go another second without tasting her nectar. And holy fuck is she delicious. Her flavor is even more potent than her smell.
I drag my tongue through her folds before flicking it over her clit and then wrapping my mouth around her entire pussy. The moment I suck, she comes.
My girl cries out, her voice echoing around the room as I milk her cunt, swallowing her essence.
It keeps coming, filling my mouth over and over.
I’ve heard that human females can have intense orgasms that cause them to essentially squirt copious amounts of their nectar, but it doesn’t happen to all of them, and I’m rather surprised that my innocent girl is able to reach such a satisfying peak.
After kissing her all over her pussy dozens of times, I lick my lips and look up at her.
Her head lolls back and forth as she moans. Her body is limp, so I release her hands and thighs, letting them fall to the mattress.
“Oh god…” she whispers.
I smile. “That’s what you’ve been missing out on,” I tell her as I plant my hands on either side of her head and kiss her nose. I want to kiss her lips, but she’s too sated to respond, so I’ll wait.
She shakes her head. “I don’t think so. If women experienced that every time, I would have heard about it.”
I chuckle. “Perhaps you’re right. I don’t think human men are capable of giving their wives and girlfriends that level of pleasure.
For one thing, they don’t have a quill to inject their partner with the perfect aphrodisiac, but humans also don’t have the kind of bond Eleadians have with our mates. ”
“Bond…” she murmurs, her brow furrowing. “You keep saying that.”
“Connection, Baby girl. The glue that binds us together. Fate provided that. We are both slaves to the chemical energy between us. We will be for centuries.”
Her frown deepens. “Centuries?”
“Yes. We live much longer on Eleadia than humans do on Earth. And you will, too. The air is cleaner. We eat healthier and live healthier lives. How old do you think I am?” I grin.
She shrugs. “Thirty?”
“One hundred thirty.”
She gasps. “No.”
“Yes. Our scientists project you and I will be together for hundreds of years.”
“Diapered?” Her voice pitches high.
I laugh. “Yes, Baby girl. Diapered.”
She pouts, her bottom lip pushing out. “That’s a dumb plan.”
“It’s a lifestyle, and one you will learn to accept because you have no other options.” I shove off the bed. “Now, you owe me a spanking for your insolence. Turn over on your tummy.”
Allisa grumbles as she pushes her limp body up and rolls onto her stomach.
“Rise onto your hands and knees for a minute, Baby girl.”
She looks sideways at me as she obeys, and I slide a thick pillow under her hips. While she’s still hovering above it, I grab another tool from the basket and hold it up.
“What is that, Papi?”
“It’s a chastity cup. I’m going to position it over your cunt and strap it to your waist and thighs to hold it in place.
It will keep you from being able to masturbate against the pillow while I spank your naughty bottom.
It will also collect your arousal as it drips into the cup below, preventing you from lying to Papi about how much you enjoy having your bottom swatted. ”
Her blue eyes widen, but she doesn’t say a word as I reach between her legs to align the cup against her pussy.
It’s a new device, recently developed by our scientists.
I have one of the earliest versions. I already like it and believe it will come in handy when I don’t want my girl to play with her pussy or rub herself against the furniture.
She purrs softly as I fasten and adjust the straps, making sure the cup is tight and won’t budge.
“Relax over the pillow now, Baby girl.”
She’s trembling as she lowers her body into position. The base of the cup is flanged, the lip curling against her thighs, forcing her to keep her knees wide in order to be comfortable.
“Fold your arms under your cheek, Little one, and don’t move them. I don’t want you to reach back and get your hands in the way while I’m spanking you.”
She grumbles as she obeys me. She also parts her knees wider and pulls them up toward the pillow, probably to avoid pinching her inner thighs against the chastity cup.
I have to consciously steady myself as I palm my Little girl’s lower back.
She’s beyond precious. I’m impressed by her ability to submit so deeply to me so quickly.
It helps that she was clearly exploring her Little side before she came to the club.
To a certain extent, she was even in her Little headspace—judging by her outfit and the fact that she was drinking a non-alcoholic girly drink.
Allisa submitted to me from the moment I approached her. She had already sucked my finger and obeyed my orders before she ever saw my face.
I smooth my other hand up and down her thigh, mesmerized by the contrast of our skin.
She’s so unbelievably white. There aren’t even tan lines separating the color of her bottom from her thighs.
No lines around her breasts either. She either doesn’t go in the sun or she reapplies sunscreen frequently.
She won’t need skin protection on Eleadia.
She will be naturally protected from the ingredients in her formula.
Nevertheless, I will be hesitant to expose her with skin this pale.
I’ll need to speak to the doctors to see if they trust the formula to protect her with certainty, or perhaps I should be careful exposing her until we’re sure even someone as pale as Allisa is fully safe.
I can’t resist the urge to slide my hand from her lower back toward her bottom, palming her little tush as I let my middle finger ease between her cheeks.
Allisa’s body stiffens, and she lifts her head. “Papi…” she whines.
I love her whine. It’s always so small as if she’s only partly protesting. And that’s certainly the case this time, because I smell the spike in her arousal as I gently tease her rear entrance.
I want to explore every inch of her. I want to know what she looks like inside and out. I want to spread these white cheeks and find out if her puckered hole is the same shade of pink as her nipples, clit, and lips.
My girl arches her head back farther as I press the tip of my finger against her forbidden hole. “No…” she moans. There’s no umph behind her protest, and her cream is flowing into the chastity cup.
Unable to resist, I bring my other hand to her bottom and part her cheeks wide.
My cock throbs as I stare at my Little girl’s puckered hole.
I’ll see it millions of times over the course of our lives.
My fingers will be inside this hole every day multiple times.
But this is her first exposure and the first time I’m seeing it. So pink.
She clenches, and I watch as the tiny hole pulls up into her body. She’s panting and squirming, but she’s turned on. Not because she enjoys me staring openly at her anus but because she thrives on the deep embarrassment.
I doubt she knew this about herself until minutes ago when I stripped her dress off and popped her bra open. She’s gasping for oxygen as I continue to expose her.
She’s also rubbing her nipples against the bed. Naughty girl.
I lift my hand and give her a firm swat low on her bottom, hard enough to cause her to yelp and lift her chest higher. Sliding a hand under her chest, I wrap my fingers around one of her breasts and lean over to speak near her ear. “Did you just rub these naughty titties against the bed, Allisa?”
She gasps. “I don’t… I… Maybe… Yes, Sir.”
It’s hard for me to keep from chuckling at her stammering response. I never dreamed of being in a position like this. It didn’t occur to me that I would be so rough and firm with my mate when I found her, and certainly not this soon into our relationship.
I’m taking my cues from my Little girl. She’s going to thrive on my deep commanding orders. She’s trembling with uncertainty—but what isn’t deniable is the constant stream of arousal flowing from her body. The chastity cup is going to be full of her essence by the time I finish admonishing her.
“On your knees, naughty girl,” I order. She can’t easily get into such a position by herself, so I flatten my palm against her chest and lift her upright.
It happens so fast that she’s probably a bit dizzy. She grabs onto my forearm. She’s not going to be able to hold this position for long because her knees are obscenely wide.
I spread my fingers so I’m palming my girl’s entire chest, touching both of her breasts and nipples. Keeping her so she’s leaning slightly forward, I reach into the basket of toys and grab yet another device that’s going to make her nearly orgasm.
Holding the toy in front of her, I let it swing by one strap so she can think about the implications.
She licks her lips. Her small hands dig into my arm. “Papi…”
“I’ve only given you a few rules so far. What was one of them, naughty girl?”
She tips her head to look at me with wide eyes.
They aren’t teary. She’s intrigued. Maybe I caused this by injecting her nipples with an aphrodisiac.
Either way, all that’s doing is enhancing her natural inclination, giving her courage to do things she wouldn’t ordinarily be so willing to experience.
I squeeze one of her breasts. “What was my rule, Allisa?” I say in a firm tone.
“Not to play with my nipples, Sir.”
“That’s right. Do you think that includes rubbing them against the bed?”
“Yes, Sir.” She holds my gaze, braver than she was an hour ago. She’s horny, and she’s learning to trust that I will take her places she never dreamed.
She’s so submissive. So Little. I make another decision. “Nipples is a very grownup word, isn’t it, Baby girl?”
She shudders, purring. “Yes, Papi.” Fuck, her voice is so very Little. She’s with me on this issue.
“What do Baby girls like you call their nipples, Allisa?”
“Titties, Papi.”
“That’s right. Good girl.” My cock is revolting. I’ve never heard of a mate needing this level of regression. But Allisa does. That’s very clear. She’s the one who used the word titties first. Not me.
Just in case there’s any doubt about her safety, I want to be clear. “I will never ever harm you, Allisa. Do you know that?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I will never injure you. Nothing will happen to mar your perfect skin. I may spank your naughty bottom hard enough for it to be red and burning, but I will not break the skin. Your safety will always be my top priority.”
“Okay, Sir.”
“What I will do is introduce you to new experiences and objects that make you squirm because the scent I want filling my nostrils for the rest of my life is my horny mate’s.”
Her cheeks pinken.
I dangle my latest device in her line of sight, tormenting her with the unknown. If she had the ability to focus, she would realize what this is. But forcing her to wonder is half the fun.
She’s so fucking precious. Her heart is racing against my palm. Her small breasts are flattened. If she weren’t so fucking turned on, I would not go down this path.