Chapter 4
Chapter Four
Kafran
Our brave Little girl releases the front of her dress. That doesn’t do much to expose even an inch of her skin, however, since the layers of tulle are piled so high in her lap.
I don’t know much about the fashion industry on this odd planet because there is exactly zero fashion on Eleadia.
Our men wear loose black pants. Our females wear nothing but diapers.
We have no concept of fashion. But what I have noted is that there is a wide variety of what people consider attractive on Earth.
I’m pretty sure this dress wouldn’t be viewed as attractive to anyone. It’s just a pile of gauzy fluff. It sounds like her mother-in-law intentionally wanted her to look tacky. The lady is a royal bitch, and the sooner we wipe her out of Mercy’s mind the better.
Our Little girl is only twenty. By Eleadian standards she’s very young. It will take time for memories of her horrific upbringing to fade, but a hundred years from now everything she’s experienced up to now will be so far in the past that it will all be a tiny blip.
First, we have to get her through this stage, though, and that means we’ll need to start chipping away at the damage others have done to her psyche. We’ll replace the abusive comments with praise every hour of every day until she knows in her heart she’s a beautiful soul.
She sniffles as she stares at me. “I’m married to another man.”
I stroke her cheek and smile broadly. “Your Earthly unions mean nothing to us, Little one. They hardly mean anything to humans either. Words, signed papers, rings… It’s all useless. Humans don’t even value marriage as permanent.”
She wipes tears from her cheeks again.
I pull the tulle in front away from her and set my palm against her chest, letting my fingers wrap loosely around her neck.
“Eleadians mate for life. We don’t need paper or words.
We feel it in here. In our hearts. In our souls.
The moment Zack opened his office and Skarg and I scented you, we knew you were ours.
Perhaps you were meant to be ours since the beginning of time. ”
Skarg has his arm around her, and he strokes her bicep now that it’s free of the fluffy material. “He’s right, Baby girl. It’s a foreign concept for you, but you can feel it growing, too.”
Her eyes widen. “Both of you?” she asks as if it just now occurred to her that there are two of us.
I chuckle. “Apparently. That’s out of our control. It happened to another match recently. We’re the second group to discover that one female belongs to two of us.” I stroke her neck with my fingers. “Can you feel it, Little one? Can you feel the bond growing?”
She slowly nods. “Yes, Papi.”
I love it when she uses that endearment. It makes my heart swell. “We have many customs that are not familiar to humans, but you will learn them and adapt. Follow your heart, Little one. Trust us to know what’s best for you. We promise we will dedicate our lives to ensuring you are safe and happy.”
She wipes away more tears. The tears are normal. She’s in shock.
Lowering my hand, I gather the front of the dress and pull it down.
Skarg scoots slightly away from her and gently guides her to lie back, which allows me to tug the dress the rest of the way off her body. I toss it behind me, grateful to have finally separated my sweet mate from that awful garment. It had horrible energy.
Mercy brings her hands in front of her tummy and tugs a ring off her finger. It’s a wedding band. It would be the one her husband put on her just hours ago. She tosses it toward the dress and then uses her hands to cover her stomach as she bites her lip.
My heartbeat picks up as I’m finally able to see more of my mate. She’s stunningly gorgeous. Now that her hair is no longer confined, it spreads around her like a halo. Thick brown waves. I can’t wait to run my fingers through it.
Her skin is so pale it’s nearly translucent. I want to memorize every inch of her. I need to see more. All of her.
Glancing at Skarg, I find him as mesmerized as me, staring at her, his mouth open in awe. He reaches for her hands and gently lifts them over her head. “Don’t hide from us, Baby girl. You’ll never cover your gorgeous body again.”
She whimpers as he restrains her wrists against the mattress. Her pheromones fill the room. She’s aroused, which pleases me and tells me that the slight restraint is affecting her.
Skarg grips her combined wrists with one hand and uses the other to roll her slightly toward him.
Taking his cue, I reach for the clasp of her bra at her back and release the hooks. It’s strapless, so I easily tug the plain white garment away from her and discard it with the dress.
Mercy draws her knees together and attempts to lift them as if she might be able to conceal her breasts and belly. She won’t, and we’ll train her not to even try. It will take time, but eventually she will know she is beautiful. Every inch of her.
She doesn’t fight me as I push her knees back down, hook my fingers into the elastic of her panties, and quickly strip them off her body, leaving her naked and finally gloriously exposed to our view.
Beautiful is too mild a word for how stunning she is. Her breasts are full and heavy. Her tummy and thighs are soft and smooth. I’m sure her bottom is, too. I want to nuzzle every inch of her, kiss her until she feels as gorgeous as Skarg and I know she is.
It’s incomprehensible that anyone ever told this precious girl that she was less than perfect. The sight of her makes my cock throb.
She gasps when I set my hands on her knees and push them up and out wide. “Papi…”
“Let us look at you, Little one. You’re so unbelievably pretty. If I weren’t already on my knees, I would drop to them now.”
Her cheeks pinken, and I hate that tears trail down her temples. “Don’t say things like that,” she mumbles. “You don’t have to placate me. I’ve seen myself in a mirror.”
Skarg leans over her, bringing his face to hers.
“There’s something wrong with your mirrors if you don’t believe you’re absolute perfection, Baby girl.
You’ve also been surrounded by very cruel humans.
I want to kiss you now. I assume the man who didn’t deserve you kissed you a few hours ago at your farce of a wedding ceremony, but I’m going to erase his lips and replace them with mine. ”
“He didn’t,” she whispers. “He kissed my cheek briefly before telling me he never wanted to put his mouth on mine.”
My jaw tightens. Eleadians are not a violent species. We rarely anger, but I’ve felt pure rage toward the man who harmed my Little girl with his abusive actions and words for most of her life. I hope he drives off a cliff later tonight.
But we’ll never know his fate. It doesn’t matter to us anymore. He’s dead to our girl. She’ll never deal with the likes of him for the rest of her life. We will coddle and protect her, love and worship her. We will treat her like spun gold because that’s what she deserves.
I watch as Skarg lowers his lips to hers, claiming her mouth in a way that will silently promise her the universe. I love how she opens for him, whimpering adorably as he licks the seam of her lips, demanding entrance.
Skarg’s tongue tangles with hers before he gently sucks, drawing her in, dominating her.
Her essence is intoxicating. The soft curls covering her pussy are wet from her arousal. While she’s drunk on Skarg’s kisses, I lower my mouth to her pussy and drag my tongue through her folds.
Luckily, I anticipate her reaction, and I grip her inner thighs firmly, because my Little girl bucks her pelvis off the mattress.
Holding her tighter, I feast on her cunt, sucking, licking, teasing.
Our girl moans into Skarg’s relentless mouth, the sound so loud and precious that my cock threatens to explode in the tight suit pants I’m wearing.
I should have taken them off before we stripped our girl, but there wasn’t time.
She needed our full attention. Pausing to change clothes hadn’t been an option.
I want to reach for her breasts, but if I let go of her thighs, she will writhe and try to close them.
In an ironic twist, I’m grateful there are two of us.
As I glance up, I find Skarg setting his free hand on her soft belly before sliding it up to cup one of her breasts.
The globe spills around his fingers, the soft flesh making me want to suckle her nipples.
Her arousal consumes me. I’ll never get enough of her scent or taste. I could devour her for hours.
When a low groan escapes her mouth, I thrust my tongue into her tight sheath. My Little girl’s body stiffens as she lifts her bottom a fraction. And then she comes. Her pussy pulses against my mouth as she gives me more of her essence. Gushes filled my mouth, and I swallow every drop.
The moment she winces, I release her pussy but not her thighs. She won’t close herself off from us. Not ever.
I find Skarg grinning as he stares down at her.
Her eyes are closed, but she’s panting, and her lips curve up in a smile. We’ve pleased her. She’s such a delight and a blessing.
Skarg clears his throat. “Do not ever doubt how deeply we feel for you, Baby girl.”
“Yes, Papi,” she whimpers.
“Every inch of you is perfection. No one will ever tell you otherwise again. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Papi.”
Skarg gives her another brief kiss. “Good girl. Now, here’s what’s going to happen.
You’re going to lie here like the good girl you are while Kafran and I change out of these stifling suits into our normal clothes.
After that, we’re going to give you a bath.
You’ll feel ten times better after we wash the impurities of Earth from your skin.
We need to clean off the cuts on the bottoms of your feet, too.
When we’re done, we will take the pod to the mothership where our doctor will examine you to make sure you’re healthy and clear you for the trip to Eleadia. ”
I’m already removing my clothes as Skarg gives her the rundown. He is, too. Our jackets are discarded on the end of the bed. We’re working on the buttons down the front of our shirts. Shoes kicked off.
Mercy lifts onto her elbows and watches us. Her cheeks are bright pink from both her orgasm and probably a bit of embarrassment. But she doesn’t look away. “I’ve never done that before,” she murmurs.
I chuckle. “Good. All your firsts belong to us. And, Mercy, we haven’t done anything like that either.”
Her eyes go wide as she gasps. “You haven’t?”
I shake my head. “Nope. The reason we’re on Earth seeking mates is because there are no females on our planet. They died in a cosmic disturbance about a hundred years ago. Our only knowledge of sex is from educational videos.”
She licks her plump lips. “You must have watched a lot of porn then because whatever you just did was…” Her body shudders.
I don’t turn away from her as I remove the last of my clothes, taking my underwear down with my pants. My cock is fully erect as it pops free, and Mercy’s gaze darts back and forth between us.
Her lips part. “Oh…” Her face goes pale.
Skarg strokes his shaft from base to tip. “Don’t worry, Baby girl. We’ll make sure your pussy is ready for us before we take you.”
She swallows. “That doesn’t seem possible.”
I chuckle as I grab two pairs of loose black pants and toss one to Skarg. When we’re fully covered, Mercy frowns as though she’s disappointed.
I come back to her, grab her ankles, part her legs, and drag her a few inches closer to the edge of the mattress.
She giggles, the sound delightful as she falls onto her back and stares up at me.
It’s impossible to resist taking her hands in mine and pressing them into the mattress above her head. “I need to suckle your breasts, Little one. I need to know what they taste like.” I don’t wait for a response before I lower my face and wrap my lips around one of her swollen, pink nipples.