Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
Zingar
I’m worried about Bailey having the strength to sit up in her highchair, so I’m careful as I settle her and strap her in securely before putting the tray on. She’s not going to fall, but I don’t want her to slump to the side either.
This Little girl is my heart, and it’s beating fast. Mostly I’m excited that she’s awake, but also her being awake means my fear is increasing. Anything can happen to her if she starts crawling around or, heaven forbid, walking. Maybe I can convince her to stay low to the ground for a few weeks.
“Do you feel stable, Little one?” I ask, still holding her biceps.
She nods, curls bouncing. I need to fix her hair. So far all I’ve done is wash and brush it. She’s been mostly unconscious while I did so. I bet she’d like to have it pulled up in pigtails or braided.
“I want you to have your hands free to help brace yourself. Can you do that? Keep them on the tray to help your stability.”
“I will, Papi.”
I’m downright excited as I follow Thabo’s instructions and prepare a bowl of cereal for my girl.
It’s plant-based as all food on Eleadia is.
This one is high in fiber and one of the first foods we serve our human mates when we introduce foods.
It’s the least likely to cause an allergic reaction.
But I’m still nervous since until now no human has suffered any ill effects from the formula either.
She was fine while we were still on Earth, so I have to assume she built up an intolerance to the formula or some ingredient in it over the months.
Hopefully the doctors can figure out what ingredient might be causing my Little girl to be lethargic and perhaps remove it.
I hate the thought of her not getting enough nutrition.
After preparing the bowl, I pull a chair up so I’m facing Bailey.
“I made it pretty thin this time. I want to be sure you don’t have any trouble swallowing.
There is no data about feeding foods to our mates until after they’ve been here for months.
I’m just going to give you a little this first time.
If you can tolerate it, I’ll feed you more later. ”
“Okay, Papi. What is it?”
“Chimspa. It’s similar to oatmeal on your planet.”
She leans forward and looks in the bowl. “Can I feed myself?”
I smile. “No, Little one. You’ll never feed yourself.
There may come a time when I set small bites of various snacks on your tray and let you pick them up and eat them with your fingers.
I’ll only give you a few pieces at a time when you’re ready for that.
But most of the time I will feed you, Little one.
I will always monitor how much you eat and how fast.”
She rolls her eyes. “Papi, that’s silly.”
“Do you know what’s not silly?” I tease, beyond grateful that my argumentative girl is back.
She sighs. “Me getting my bottom spanked for arguing?”
“Exactly.” I scoop a small amount of the cereal onto the spoon and bring it to her mouth.
Bailey opens for me and accepts the bite.
I watch her as she tastes it and then swallows. “What do you think?”
“It’s different. Not really like oatmeal. I guess the texture is similar. The flavor is not something I can put my finger on.”
“That will be true of all foods here, Little one. You won’t recognize any of them.”
I offer her another spoonful, relieved when she seems to have no problem swallowing. It only takes a few minutes for her to finish the bowl. I don’t want to tempt Fate and give her too much. It’s important to make sure she can digest it without issue.
When it’s gone, I wash the bowl and prepare her a bottle of water.
She isn’t getting nearly enough calories this way, but she’ll survive for a few days while I increase the amount and even add other foods.
Chadka said she would be fine as long as she gets enough to drink, and I use the suppositories.
I unfasten my Little girl from the chair and lift her into my arms, beyond grateful that she’s still awake and not showing signs that she’s about to pass out again.
That gives me great hope. It also makes me feel bad for continuing to feed her the formula all this time.
It never once occurred to me that she might be having an adverse reaction to it.
I carry Bailey into her nursery and sit on the rocking chair to feed her the bottle of water.
“I could drink from a cup, you know, Papi,” she sasses.
“That’s not going to happen either, naughty girl.
Letting Littles drink without supervision is not one of our practices.
Just like we don’t allow Littles to go outside alone or climb on furniture or stand in their playpens or cribs, we also take great care to make sure they don’t choke on food or drinks. ”
“Do you realize how rare it is for a human to choke?” she asks defiantly.
“Do you realize how unbelievably important you are to me, Baby girl?”
She lets out one of her signature precious sighs. “Yes, Sir.”
I tip her back in my arms and rub her lips with the nipple, grateful that she doesn’t balk.
She opens her pretty mouth and immediately starts sucking the water.
The nipples are designed to give her just the right amount of fluid at a time.
She’s very unlikely to swallow down the wrong pipe or choke from guzzling.
Bottle feeding helps our Little girls bond with us, but it also maintains that intimate connection for years to come.
I will always look forward to holding her in my arms and staring into her eyes as I feed her.
If we live to be five hundred years old, I will never grow tired of this special time together every day.
I love that her eyes are open, and she’s looking at me. She’s also holding my pinky again. It’s so precious that I’m choked up.
When the water is gone, I feel much better about her health. She’s still awake. Blessed angels. Now for the next step in this process. For the love of all that is holy in the universe, please don’t let her have any reaction to the vitamin suppositories.
I carry her to the changing table, stretch her arms over her head, and secure her wrists.
She whimpers as I pull a second strap across her tummy. I’m pleased that the scent of her arousal fills the room. She still enjoys being restrained.
When I open her diaper, her pheromones overwhelm me. I clean her skin and then press her legs wider. “How is your pussy feeling, Little one?” I stroke the outside of her folds, teasing her.
She moans. “Needy, Papi.”
I chuckle. “I bet. I can smell your arousal. I bet you’d like to come.”
“Yes, please.”
“Such a polite Little girl. Such soft skin. I’ll never tire of touching your pretty pussy. When you’re feeling stronger, I’ll rub my face against your folds and suck your little clit like I did before we traveled to Eleadia.”
Her little mewls are adorable.
“Have you been thinking more about what it will feel like to have these labia pierced?” I say to get a rise out of her. I know she’s intrigued. She’s even dreamed about it. She’s embarrassed, but one of these days she will cave to my suggestion.
Not many females have their clits pierced, and even fewer have hoops placed on their labia. I’ve spoken with Ekert about both. He’s done them. He has no issue with it at all, but it isn’t something every Papi requests.
I don’t know what it is about my Little girl, but she clearly enjoys the bite of pain, and I think she will benefit from the constant stimulation she’ll get from hoops running through her labia.
“Papi…” she whines.
“Just so you know, you won’t feel a thing when you get piercings. I will numb your nipples with my serum. The only thing you will know is the sound of the little gun as the hoop punctures your sensitive little buds.” I move closer to her chest and lean over to kiss her nipple.
She moans and tries to arch her breasts upward, but she’s not quite strong enough, plus she’s strapped to the changing table.
I suckle her nipple, drawing it in deep until it’s engorged and needy. Before releasing the hard bud, I prick it, this time with an aphrodisiac, even though she doesn’t need any such thing. She can easily come without it as soon as I let her.
I haven’t given my girl an orgasm in over six months.
Of course in her mind it’s only been six days, but even though we’ve been home for those days, she certainly hasn’t been lucid long enough for me to touch her so intimately.
I did try to use her arousal to keep her awake in the doctor’s office.
I’ve also tried to tempt her to stay awake several times with my serum, but it’s always been a failure. Until now.
“Papi…” She groans as she makes my name sound like it’s eight syllables long.
Instead of touching her any more intimately yet, I stop touching her to pull the bottle of suppositories out of my pocket. Watching her expression, I dump one onto my palm.
She whimpers. “You’re going to put that in my bottom, aren’t you?”
“Yes. I’m also going to make you come while I hold it in deep, letting it dissolve.”
She visibly clenches her butt cheeks at the suggestion, but she doesn’t argue. Once again, she’s intrigued. Her scent tells me everything I need to know. My girl wants me to push the pill up inside her.
I set the vitamin between her legs and grab the lube, wanting to make sure her bottom is very slick when I push my finger into her.
She’s used to having the probe inside her for several minutes at a time.
She’s not a stranger to the sensation. But this is going to be so much more invasive and intimate. My fingers are not an inanimate object.
I tease her puckered hole while I watch her expression.
Her lips part, and she gasps. “Please…”
“You want Papi to enter your bottom, don’t you, Little one?”
She nods. “Yes, please, Papi.”
Precious. I ease the pill into her rosebud, taking my time, allowing her to get used to the sensation as my long finger goes deeper and deeper. When I’ve reached as far as I can, I let my digit glide in and out just an inch or two, bringing attention to every nerve ending in her bottom.
She moans long and low, making my cock so hard it’s about to burst from the top of my loose pants. She’s not ready for my dick yet. That will have to wait until she’s fully mobile.
“Sometimes I will hold the medicine inside you for several minutes, Little one. Other times I’ll use a plug to make sure none of it slides back out.”
“Papi…” she whines. It’s her stop-tormenting-me voice. I love it.
“Would you like me to stroke your clit while the vitamin dissolves?”
She nods and licks her lips. “Please, Papi.”
I set my other palm on her tummy and use my thumb to push the hood back from her little bead. It’s swollen and needy. All I have to do is tap it for her to cry out.
“You’re going to come so pretty for me, aren’t you, Baby girl?”
“Yes, Papi,” she murmurs.
I finally stroke her clit with more pressure while thrusting my finger deeper into her bottom.
Bailey’s eyes roll back, and her entire body stiffens right before she graces me with a beautiful orgasm.
Fuck, she’s the most precious being in the universe. And she’s mine.