Chapter 5
Chapter Five
Mercy
If Kafran wasn’t holding me to the bed, I would fly off the mattress at the first contact with my nipple.
I’ve always thought my boobs were too large.
Like the rest of me, they are flabby and big for my frame.
But these two men look at me like I’m the most beautiful creature on Earth.
It’s impossible not to feel that in my soul.
My nipples are big with wide areolas. I’ve often had trouble keeping them from being noticeable.
The bras I’ve worn never fully conceal their turgid points.
It’s not that I’ve ever been aroused. It’s that they’re just big.
I usually wear loose sweaters and shirts that don’t draw attention to my chest. Plus, those are the clothes my husband’s family have provided me with. It’s not like I’ve gone shopping.
Heavens, Kafran’s mouth feels good. It felt amazing between my legs, but now I’m experiencing a new first with my giant tit between his lips. I cry out when he sucks. I know the bud will be even bigger and more noticeable when he releases it.
Kafran suddenly captures my throbbing nipple between his teeth, and a second later I experience a quick sharp pain.
I gasp as he releases my bud and flicks it with his tongue. “Did you just prick my nipple?” I cry out.
He growls and turns his attention to the other one. My eyes roll back as my arousal shoots through the roof. I wrap my legs around him as far as I can and dig my heels into his hips. He’s so large that for the first time in my life I feel dainty.
The nipple he released pulses with pleasure, and I will him to pierce the one he’s now tormenting so that it matches. Madness. I can’t believe I want a man to inject my tit with his weird serum.
He licks and sucks on my swollen flesh for so long that I start to squirm and moan before he finally pricks it.
There’s a giant grin on his face when he lifts his head. “Fuck, you taste amazing.”
I’m writhing. It’s hard to focus, but I manage to mutter, “My breasts don’t have a flavor.”
“Of course they do.” He plants a kiss on my lips, and then another, lingering until he’s kissing me the way Skarg did. When he rises, releasing my hands, he stares down at my engorged nipples. “So sexy.”
I groan when I follow his line of sight. As I expected, the tips are huge and pulsing. They look ridiculous. I’m so embarrassed by my exposure. Maybe neither man has seen any other breasts before, so they have no idea how absurdly large mine are.
Skarg’s voice is rough when he speaks. “I’m going to want my turn between those legs and those breasts soon.”
I shudder. This is impossible to believe. The thought of one man ever looking at me with lusty thoughts isn’t comprehensible, but I have two. Their intense gazes suggest they’d like to devour me whole. It makes me crave the same thing.
“Prettiest tits I’ve ever seen,” Skarg says as he lowers his gaze to my chest. “They look amazing all engorged and throbbing. When Kafran’s serum wears off, I’m going to prick them next.”
“How many boobs have you seen?” I question, narrowing my gaze. They just told me there are no women on Eleadia other than human mates. If I’m the first woman they’ve been with, they can’t have seen breasts before.
My two Eleadian men glance at each other.
I’m still lying on my back with my legs around Kafran’s hips. The hairs at the back of my neck stand up as they exchange looks.
Kafran eases out from between my legs as both men set a hand on my thighs, surrounding me, pinning me with their bodies and their presence. They’re so huge. Once again, I feel small between them.
Skarg drags a finger down the middle of my torso between my breasts. “Little girls don’t wear anything over their chests on Eleadia.”
I blink. Surely I misheard him. “What?”
He nods before reaching for a nipple and giving it a pinch. “You’ll never cover your pretty breasts again, Baby girl, and when you’re ready, we’ll have your nipples pierced. Precious stones will dangle from hoops that circle through your tight buds, keeping them hard and prominent all the time.”
I can’t breathe. I can’t even blink. All I do is stare at Skarg and then at Kafran. They look serious even though it’s not possible. I start to shake my head. At the same time, I push back several inches so I can sit upright. I cover my offended boobs with my hands as best I can.
My face heats at the mortifying thought of anyone ever seeing my chest. “Not a chance.”
Both men circle my wrists and pull them away from my body. They’re far too strong for me to fight them.
Holding my hand at my hip, Kafran gives me a firm look, brows furrowed.
“We also don’t let our mates touch their breasts, Little one.
I know it feels good when you play with them, but your pleasure is ours to dole out from now on.
You will not choose when or how. This is your only warning.
The next time you touch your pretty little titties, one of us will spank your nipples to remind you. ”
I gasp. I think my heart is going to beat out of my chest. He can’t be serious. But there is no mirth in either man’s gaze. They’re not kidding. And worse, the thought of them spanking my swollen buds makes me clench my knees together. I’ve lost my mind.
Skarg reaches out and pinches one of my nipples hard. “Do you understand, Baby girl?”
I nod because I can’t stop myself. “Yes, Papi.”
“Good girl.” He bends forward and lifts me into his arms, cradling me against his bare chest as if I weigh nothing. In his arms I feel like a feather, and I eagerly wrap my arms around his neck. He smells so good.
He rubs my back as he carries me out of the bedroom.
I continue to nuzzle him, inhaling deeply over and over, memorizing his scent, drawing it into me. I can’t stop myself. When I hear water running, I turn my head slightly and frown. We’re in the kitchen. Not a bathroom.
“Papi?”
Skarg turns me so I’m facing Kafran and some sort of giant sink. “Kafran is filling the basin, Baby girl.”
“What’s the basin for?” I feel like I know the answer, but it’s so inconceivable that I ask anyway.
“That’s where we bathe our mates.” He carries me closer as the water rises.
I grip his neck tighter. “It’s so high off the floor.”
“We’ll never let you fall, Baby girl. I promise.” Skarg leans over the basin. “Let go of Papi’s neck, Mercy,” he commands.
I’m trembling as I obey him. I don’t want him to put me down, and it’s high, and the idea of him washing me is too weird to process.
When my bottom hits the water, I reluctantly release him. Instinct causes me to immediately cover my breasts with both hands. My nipples are still so sensitive that I crave the pressure against them as well as the need to cover them.
Skarg silently circles one of my wrists and pulls it away from my chest. He brings it to the edge of the basin, and the next thing I know, he’s securing my arm with some sort of cuff. Not meeting my gaze, he does the same with my other wrist.
I whimper and start panting as I tug on my arms. Stretched out away from my chest like this, they no longer give me any sort of protection.
I’m so exposed. On top of that, I’m aroused again.
I just had the first orgasm of my life a few minutes ago, and already I feel that same tightness growing in my tummy. “Papi…” I whine.
Kafran turns off the water. It’s not high enough to cover my breasts, and they are pulsing.
Something catches my eyes, and I lift my gaze to find Kafran holding a strange stick with a square flap at the end. Before I know what his intentions are, he grips one of my breasts, squeezes it, and holds it steady. A second later, he swats my nipple with that flap.
I squeal from the shock and the pain, tugging on my restraints.
Without a word, Skarg grips my other breast, leaning out of the way so that Kafran can swat my second nipple just as hard.
I cry out again. It burns. My tits are on fire. Now they’re even more swollen and red.
Both men grab a restrained wrist and press against the edge of the basin.
“Stop struggling, Baby girl,” Skarg orders, his voice firm. “We won’t let you hurt yourself.”
Hurt myself? What about what they just did to me? “Papi…” I whine.
Kafran grips my chin and tips my head back. “What’s the rule, Little one?”
I sniffle and purse my lips.
He lifts a brow. “Do you need another swat to your titties, Mercy?”
I shake my head. “No, Papi.”
“Tell me what I want to hear.”
My voice is choked as I obey him. “I’m not allowed to touch my nipples, Papi.”
“That’s right. What did I tell you would happen if you did?”
Another sniffle. “You said you would spank them.”
Kafran nods. “Every time, naughty girl. When we spank you, it’s to remind you to obey our rules.
If you don’t like having your pretty titties swatted, you’ll eventually stop playing with them.
Eleadian men are very strict about this rule, Mercy.
After your piercing, your pretty titties will be constantly hard and needy.
The stones will bounce around on the hoops every time you move, reminding you who you belong to.
You will have to concentrate to keep from touching them, but you will eventually learn to endure the stimulation without acting on it. Every Little girl does.”
I shudder at the thought of having hoops through my nipples. I can’t wrap my head around the idea.
Kafran lifts one of my feet and examines the bottom. “I’m going to be as gentle as I can, but I want to make sure no debris is embedded in your heels, Little one.” He lathers up his hands and carefully washes me.
I’m mesmerized by his attentiveness and doubly so when Skarg lifts a cup of water. “Tip your head back, Baby girl. I’ll wash your hair while Kafran attends to your feet.”
I close my eyes while these men pamper me. That’s what they’re doing, right? Or are they bossy and domineering? I think both. And it feels oddly comforting. Even their weird rule is calming in its own way. I know now what to expect if I touch my tits. It’s not a guessing game.
Sitting politely and quietly, I let my men give me a bath. Skarg finishes my hair and rinses it while Kafran moves from my feet to my legs and finally between them. He holds my gaze while he strokes his fingers through my lower lips.
Both men finish by washing my breasts as if they are super dirty and need extra attention. The next thing I know, my wrists are released, and Skarg wraps the softest towel I’ve ever felt around me. He lifts me out of the basin and carries me back to the bedroom.
Kafran pulls his phone out of his pocket. “Shall I tell Riand we’re almost ready?”
Skarg nods as he lowers me onto the mattress again. My stomach picks this moment to grumble loudly.
Kafran frowns. “When did you last eat, Little one?”
“I don’t know,” I whisper. “I was too nervous to eat anything today. I was pretty stressed yesterday, too. I ate some soup at lunch.”
“More than a day ago?” Skarg barks.
I nod.
Kafran growls. “She must be starving. I’ll fix her a bottle while you diaper her. We’ll feed her on the pod.”
I stare at him as he leaves the room. I must have misheard him. I could swear he mentioned a bottle and a diaper. But when Skarg lifts my lower half up by the ankles and spreads something under me, I decide I heard Kafran just fine.
I shove at Papi with both hands. “No, Papi, no.”
He ignores my useless attempt to stop him, spreads my knees, and pulls the soft material up between my legs. “I know it’s hard to accept, Baby girl, but from now on you’ll empty your waste into a diaper.”
I shake my head. “No, Papi. I’m not a baby. I don’t want to wear a diaper.”
“I know you’re not a baby, Mercy, but this is our custom. It’s one of the ways we care for our mates. We will take care of you in every way, Baby girl. That includes feeding you and changing you. It’s how we’ll know that you’re getting enough to eat and evacuating often enough.”
“I’m too old for a diaper.” I reach for it and tug at the sides, hating how it feels between my legs. It’s soft enough—like the towel that’s now under me—but it’s bulky and awkward. “Adult humans don’t use diapers.”
He grabs my wrists again and holds them to my sides, flattening my hands against the mattress. “I know that’s your custom on Earth, but on Eleadia, our females use diapers. We don’t even have bathrooms like you’re used to on Earth.”
I whimper and squirm. “Don’t want to.” Also I’m suddenly aware that I need to pee.
Kafran returns. He’s holding a bottle. It’s large with a nipple that will fit my adult mouth.
I purse my lips and turn my head away. This can’t be happening.