Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
Kafran
“Did you have fun, Little one?” I ask Mercy as I push her stroller away from the park.
“Yes, Papi. Thank you for making me do that. They were all so nice.”
Skarg is walking backward in front of us, and he winks at her. “See? We told you everyone would be kind.”
She squirms in the seat. “Can you take this thing out of me now?”
Skarg chuckles. “No, but you should consider adjusting your attitude before we get to Ekert and Sophie’s house.
If you speak disrespectfully to either of us or either of them, we won’t hesitate to take your diaper off and spank your naughty bottom where everyone can see that you’re also wearing a thick plug inside you. ”
I lean over the top of the stroller to see her purse her lips and humph. She’s adorable every second of the day, even when she’s naughty. It’s really hard to keep a straight face when she’s grumbling. Her pleading will never cause either of us to give in, but it might make us chuckle frequently.
It doesn’t take long to get to Ekert’s house, and once again her stress level is palpable. I pick her up and settle her on my hip as Skarg knocks on the front door.
She grips my neck for dear life as Ekert answers the door.
I’ve heard he’s very good at helping soothe a Little girl’s fears, so I’m hoping that will be the case today.
We won’t force her to get her nipples pierced on this visit.
We’re here primarily to see the stones and help her learn to accept the idea.
“Hey there. You must be Mercy,” Ekert says as he backs up to let us all into the house.
“Yes, Sir,” she mumbles, remembering her manners.
He shakes my hand and then Skarg’s before nodding toward a door to one side. “Come on into the shop. Sophie’s in there. She’s really excited to meet you.”
I’ve met Sophie a few times. She’s a cheerful blond who jumps up from a Little-girl-sized table when we enter. She skips toward us. “You’re here.”
Mercy swallows hard as I squat down to set her on her feet, keeping her between my thighs. “Hi,” she says quietly to Sophie.
Sophie beams. “Your Papis thought the anzerine stone would look amazing on you, and now that I see you, I agree. I picked out the perfect set. Want to see them?”
“Yes, please,” our girl says, trembling.
I release her and resume standing, letting her follow Sophie toward the small table.
What a neat idea. We should consider ordering a Mercy-sized table for the corner of the kitchen.
That way she could color or paint without us worrying about her falling from sitting up too high.
So far we’ve only let her sit strapped into her highchair, and even then we keep a close eye on her.
Mercy pulls out a chair and grins. “It’s my size. I’ve never seen a table and chairs like this.”
Sophie giggles. “Yeah, Papi had it made. Christine’s Papi, Strogan, makes furniture.”
“I met Christine at the park,” Mercy tells Sophie.
“Oh fun. She’s super sweet. But really everyone here is sweet. I love that I get to meet every new mate a few weeks after they arrive because I also help choose their stones.”
“You choose them?” Mercy’s eyes widen.
Ekert steps behind Sophie and sets his hands on her shoulders. “Turns out Sophie has a very keen eye for gemstones. She’s invaluable.”
Sophie flushes. “Papi… It’s no big deal.” Changing the subject, she points toward a tray in the middle of the table. “See what you think about these.”
Mercy leans over the tray as Sophie pushes it closer to her. “Oh wow. What did you say they’re called?”
“Anzerine. It comes in many colors depending on where it’s mined on the planet, so your Papis thought it would be nice if you had two different stones to represent each of them.” She points toward the two nipple rings.
“Oh, they’re really pretty,” Mercy whispers.
“You can pick them up,” Sophie tells her.
“That’s okay. I wouldn’t want to risk dropping them.”
I lean around my Little girl from behind, wrapping my arms around her so I can reach the stones. I lift up the two hoops and stare at how the light hits the various facets, making them sparkle.
“Those are stunning,” Skarg says as he sets a palm on the table and takes one of the stones from me.
“So they’ll be different?” Mercy asks.
“Unless you don’t like them,” I inform her. “We thought it was a fun idea. One stone to represent each of us. We didn’t come up with the idea on our own. Another recently mated family unit did the same thing. They chose yellow and red which makes orange.”
“So you went with blue and yellow to make green?” Mercy asks.
Sophie nods and picks up a third piece of jewelry. “They also ordered a necklace in green to represent the both of them.”
Mercy reaches out with trembling fingers to touch it. “So pretty. I love it.” She twists in her chair to throw her arms around my thigh. “Thank you, Papi.” She shoves out of the chair a second later to hug Skarg. “Thank you.”
Skarg picks her up. “You’re welcome, Baby girl.”
Mercy slides back down his body and hurries back to join Sophie at the human-sized table.
“Go ahead,” Sophie encourages. “Touch them. See how they feel in your palms. Lord knows you won’t be able to hold them again after they’re in your nipples. You won’t even be permitted to touch them.”
“That’s so weird,” Mercy mutters as she lifts one of the hoops with trembling fingers. “Can’t I at least touch the stones?” She twists to look up at me and then Skarg.
I chuckle. “Definitely not, Little one. Not ever.”
Her brows furrow. “Why?”
Sophie giggles. “You’ll find out.”
Ekert comes around to stand behind Sophie. He leans over her and cups her breasts before reaching for the hoops and spinning them through her nipples.
Sophie bites her lips as her eyes roll back. “Papi…” Her voice is filled with lust.
Mercy gasps. “Oh.”
I reach around her again and toy with her nipples.
“You know how good it feels for me and Skarg to play with your little titties now. That sensation will increase significantly after your buds are pierced. The constant tug on them in addition to the swaying when you move will make it difficult to focus on anything else at first.”
Skarg nods. “On top of that, we’ll be able to simply lick your nipples to drive you crazy. Our saliva will go straight into the tiny holes.”
Mercy grabs my wrists. “Papi…” she whines.
I release her sexy buds but continue to stare at the swollen tips that make my mouth water. I can’t wait to suckle them with the piercings in place. I have visions of flicking the stone over and over with my tongue, driving my Little girl wild with lust.
“Do you take them out at night?” she asks Sophie.
“No. They’re permanent. They don’t come out.”
Mercy’s breath hitches. “That’s a tremendous commitment.”
“Yeah,” Sophie agrees. “They’re sort of like wedding bands on Earth.”
“Except you can’t take them off,” Mercy points out.
Sophie nods. “And you also don’t end a bonded mating on Eleadia. So in a way, it’s appropriate. You’ll never separate from your mates, and you’ll never remove the symbol of your union.”
Ekert grins. “That’s very eloquent, Sophie.”
She shrugs. “It’s true.”
Mercy stares at the stones, fingering them for long seconds while we all let her be with her own thoughts. We already told her she doesn’t have to get anything done today. We simply wanted to show her what they looked like and let her begin to accept the idea.
“Okay,” she finally says, sitting taller. “I’ll do it.”
I flinch. “You mean now?”
She twists to look up at me. “Yes, Papi. It’s inevitable anyway. Might as well get it over with.”
I glance at Skarg. He’s rubbing his chin. “There’s no pressure to do it today, Baby girl.”
She shrugs. “I know, but there is pressure to do it at some point, and I’m trying to be brave. Can we just get it over with?”
I bend and yank her out of the chair, making her giggle as I rush across the room and enter the open door that leads to the reclined chair she’ll sit in while Ekert does the piercing.
Everyone chuckles at my silly actions, but they all join us in the piercing room. I’m glad the door was open and I noticed this was where the magic happened.
Skarg joins me on the same side of Mercy after I set her on the chair. He takes her hand, kisses her fingertips, and pricks the center one. “Are you sure, Baby girl?”
“Yes, Papi. As sure as I’ll ever be, which is about forty-nine percent, so don’t take too long. I might change my mind.”
He smiles before leaning over her chest. Cupping one of her breasts, he suckles the nipple until she’s whimpering.
I know the moment he injects the tip because her eyes roll back.
When he releases her, he nods toward me, and I do the same to her other breast, numbing the nipple and surrounding areola to ensure she won’t feel a thing. We don’t want our girl to be in any pain.
“Lean back, Little one,” I encourage as Ekert prepares his tools across from us.
Sophie stands on a stool near Mercy’s head. “I’ll hold your hands. You can squeeze mine if you’re scared.”
“Thank you,” Mercy says.
I lift her arms above her head and secure them, causing her breasts to sit higher on her chest. The tips are already hard and pointy. Some of that is from nerves. The rest is from our suckling.
Ekert secures Mercy to the reclining chair in several more locations down her body. I’m sure he doesn’t want to risk her flinching.
“How long will it take?” Mercy asks, her voice cracking.
“Seconds, Little one,” Ekert tells her. He pinches one of her nipples to plump it up. “Can you feel this?”
“No, Sir.”
“Good. Look at Sophie.” He lines the piercing tool up with her nipple and presses something on the side. It’s that easy and fast. Suddenly the yellow stone is dangling from her pretty tit.
“Was that it?” Mercy asks.
I cup her face, ensuring she doesn’t look down. “That was the first hoop, Little one. Deep breaths.”
She doesn’t even have time to inhale before I hear the pop of the second hoop entering her little bud.
“So pretty,” Skarg says in awe.
I lower my gaze from Mercy’s face. All the air leaves my lungs as I stare at the dangling stones.
Nothing in my life could have prepared me for the love I feel for this Little girl.
I’m so overwhelmed with emotions that I fear my knees will buckle.
I’m humbled by her bravery today. She’s overcome so many fears and the day is still young.
Ekert removes all the straps and helps Mercy sit up. When she looks down at her chest, her breath hitches. “I can’t believe I did that.”
I kiss her forehead. “We’re proud of you.”
Skarg grips her thigh. “He’s right, Baby girl. We’re both so proud of you.”
Ekert holds up the necklace. “Lean your head forward for me, Little one. I’ll weld the chain together at the back of your neck. The necklace won’t ever be removed either.”
She does as she’s told, and I squeeze her hand while Ekert finishes securing the chain.
When he’s done, she lifts her chin.
Skarg sounds emotional when he speaks. “Perfect. Yellow, blue, and green to represent me, Kafran, and our union.”