Chapter 10 #2
Kafran and I aren’t returning to work for another week.
It’s fine if we keep odd hours until then, and I suspect starting now we’ll be sleep deprived for most of that week.
Once we fully claim our mate, we’ll want to do so frequently.
None of us will feel fully sated for quite some time, including our Little girl.
I take my time, swirling my tongue around her swollen bud, flicking it intermittently, and grazing it with my teeth.
Unable to stop myself, I finally capture the tip between my teeth and pierce her tender skin.
I let my quill sink directly into her nipple, knowing it will sting more than if I pricked her areola or breast.
Mercy cries out, and I’m grateful Kafran has a firm hold on her. If not, she might squirm out of my grip.
I love her nipples. Yes, they’re larger than others I’ve seen, but I could stare at them all day.
They make my mouth water. I catch Kafran looking at them, too.
I can’t wait for her to let us pierce them.
Kafran and I have been discussing the stones we think will look amazing on her.
Ekert and Sophie have already made some preliminary selections.
The serum I injected her nipple with has caused it to swell much larger, and when I release it, I pause to stare at the throbbing bud. So fucking sexy.
Mercy would cringe if she saw it. I know the size of her nipples makes her self-conscious, but she doesn’t understand that when her buds are swollen and hard, my cock gets even greedier to have her.
I glance at Kafran again. His jaw is tight. His gaze is on her oversized nipple. He likes the look, too.
While our Little girl is still panting from the first prick, I switch to her other bud and treat it to the same torment, sucking, licking, and finally piercing right at the tip.
Some Little girls can’t tolerate having their actual nipple pricked. It can be too much. We want her to feel the sting from our quill, but it would be counterproductive to inject an aphrodisiac into her if the pain of receiving it is more than she can tolerate.
I know it has to hurt, but based on the low rumble coming from our girl, I’d say she fully enjoys having her swollen bud pierced directly on the tip. For her, the pain and pleasure combine to cause a rush of arousal to leak from her pussy. I can scent it.
When I release her tight nipple to shift my attention lower down her body, Kafran immediately slips his fingers up to pinch the throbbing tip.
I pause to watch as he grips it firmly, pulling and twisting. It has to be painful, but our Little girl is creaming for us. She’s gripping my outer thighs with her knees. Once again, it would seem she enjoys the pain.
Somehow Kafran manages to control her and keep her from wiggling off his lap while switching his fingers to torment her other bud in the same way.
As I move back a few feet so I can lower my face to her pussy, I palm her inner thighs to steady her against Kafran’s lap. Again, I pause to stare at her folds, absorbing the wonder that is our mate.
Her labia and clit are more swollen than I’ve ever seen them. The hood that sometimes covers her clit is fully retracted. The little nub is wet and pulsing.
I use my thumbs to part her folds so I can see her entrance.
We haven’t fingered her since we arrived back on Eleadia.
Her cunt hasn’t been touched inside for over six months.
It’s going to be very tight, but I’m confident we will claim her fully later today, so we need to work on stretching her entrance.
“Papi, please…” she pleads.
Heavens I love the sound of her begging. “Please what, Baby girl?”
She moans, her head rolling back and forth. “Please, Papi. Please use your mouth.”
I’m pleased by her ability to ask for what she wants, and I drop my lips to her pussy, parting them wide so I can suck as much of her as possible.
Mercy screams, an orgasm sweeping through her instantly.
I swallow her cream as it fills my mouth and continue sucking, forcing her to remain needy as the waves of her first release subside.
“Too much, Papi…” she whines, trying to buck against my mouth.
Kafran shushes her. “Not your choice, Little one. We’re going to wring more orgasms out of you than you can count. We’re just getting started.”
I can’t resist the urge to pierce her clit while she’s still flying high. Capturing the swollen nub with my teeth, I do the same as I did to her nipples, prick right on the tip.
Mercy screams, her entire body stiffening right before another orgasm consumes her. Her body shakes as if she were cold. Even her teeth chatter. A constant moan rumbles from her chest.
There are a million more ways I want to make her come, and I will. We have our entire lives. But it’s time to switch with Kafran.
Rising up, I smile at him before scooping our girl off his lap and lowering her to the middle of the bed. I scoot around her body and sit with one leg bent before lifting her head to place it in my lap.
She’s trembling, her eyes wide with confusion, but before she has a chance to fully grasp what’s happening, I grab her wrists and bring them up above her head, restraining them against my torso.
Mercy writhes again as her breasts are lifted. I know she feels so much more exposed in this position. Vulnerable. Embarrassed.
So very sexy.
When I look up at Kafran, he’s trembling.