Page 7 of His Little Cinnabar (Eleadian Mates #12)

Chapter Seven

Tekfan

“You promise you’re going to hold me the entire time?”

My girl is wrapped around me as though she might not survive a single moment if I put her down. Even though I have one arm under her bottom, it’s not necessary. She’s not going to let go of the stronghold she has on my neck.

Janelle reminds me of monkeys I’ve seen in human documentaries about primates.

She’s been like this ever since I finished bathing her.

She hardly let me lay her on the bed so I could diaper her, and she didn’t like it when I faced her away from me so I could comb out her hair and put it up in pigtails.

After I picked her back up, she settled on my hip, clung to my neck, and wrapped her tiny legs around my torso. It’s adorable, but it’s also concerning.

The truth is I’d be content if I never had to set her down again for centuries. I like the feel of her skin against mine. Her breasts have been pressing against my chest for two hours.

She had no complaints when I told her she needed to take another bottle, and she insisted on clinging to me while I gathered our belongings. I even let her sit in my lap while we were on the pod that took us from Earth to the mothership.

Now we’re in the clinic onboard the ship, waiting to see the doctor, Dankin.

I rub her back. “As much as I love holding you, Little one, you’ll have to sit on the table while the doctor examines you.”

When I go to set her down, she shakes her head and holds on tighter. “No, Papi. I don’t want to. Please, will you hold me?”

The door opens, and I turn to see Dankin stepping into the exam room.

He smiles. “Good to see you, Tekfan.” When he reaches out to tickle Janelle’s toes, she pulls her foot back and buries her head in my neck.

“Sorry,” I apologize. “She’s feeling a bit obstinate.”

Dankin is unphased. I’m sure he’s seen every imaginable sort of reaction from the human females he meets.

I, however, am perplexed. Janelle has had a variety of moods since I met her. This one is new. Shy and hiding. It follows the interesting clingy phase and doesn’t bother me but concerns me. And I don’t think that phase is over.

Dankin takes a seat on his rolling chair and nods toward the other seat in the room. “Tell me how things have been going since you met.”

I sit, letting Janelle remain settled against my hip. “We seem to be on a bit of a roller coaster.”

“That’s normal. Every Little girl processes their new reality in a different way. Some take longer than others to accept their new life. Some take months, even after arriving on Eleadia. It doesn’t look like Janelle is rejecting you.” He smiles.

She whimpers against me. If I were a human male, she would be strangling me. I’m stronger than any human she’s ever met, so she can’t harm me, but it’s not for lack of trying.

I palm her back, trying to calm her. Her anxiety is palpable, but it’s not because of this visit to the clinic. It’s because she desperately doesn’t want to part from me. If she could climb inside me, I think she would.

“I’ve pricked her a lot. Is it possible I’ve gone overboard?” This concern has been niggling at me.

Dankin shakes his head. “Nope. That’s not a thing.

You have the ability to calm her, and you should feel free to exercise that as frequently as necessary.

Anxiety isn’t healthy for her. It’s not like human drugs you can overdose on.

She’ll be fine. Same thing goes for anesthesia.

If she needs to be numbed to avoid pain, you’ll instinctively know how much to release into her.

I promise. If you need her to sleep, same thing applies. ”

“What about…the other?” I ask, feeling a bit chagrined for the number of times I’ve used my power to make my girl horny.

Dankin chuckles. “In the long run, you will need an aphrodisiac less and less often. You might use it in order to enhance your interactions, but you won’t need it to convince Janelle to feel amorous.

As for the dosage, again, you’ll know, but the effects are short-lived.

If you’re concerned about how she’s plastered to your side, no amount of aphrodisiac you injected her with before arriving here is still affecting her. ”

That’s a relief. At least I haven’t broken her.

Dankin stands. “Let’s get her exam done so the two of you can head home.”

I rise, still supporting her back without necessity, and bend to lower her to the end of the table.

She whimpers and won’t let go.

I don’t want to pry her off me because I’m worried about hurting her with my strength.

Dankin steps up to help me out. He sets a hand on Janelle’s head. “I need to examine you, Little one. You won’t have clearance to head home until I sign off on your departure.”

She eases her arms back but continues to grip my shoulders.

“How about if your Papi holds your hand the entire time? He can stand right next to you while I do my exam.”

She sniffles. “Okay.”

I inhale deeply, relieved.

She grabs my hand and grips it with more strength than I knew she was capable of.

Dankin tips her head back. “I’m going to look in your eyes, nose, ears, and mouth first. Just like doctors on Earth do. How’s that?”

“Okay,” she whispers.

I haven’t spoken to her about reverence toward other males. I reach up to stroke her cheek. “I expect you to speak respectfully to the doctor, Little one. Don’t just mumble and nod. Address him as Sir, understood?”

She swallows. “Yes, Papi.”

“Shall we get started?” Dankin asks her.

“Yes, Sir,” she murmurs.

My heart lurches. She’s so accepting of what’s expected of her.

I’m wondering if the bottom is going to fall out any minute.

I keep throwing more and more expectations at her.

I worry one of these times she’s going to rebel and tell me to fuck off.

It won’t end well for her, but I keep worrying it’s coming.

She sits still while Dankin begins his exam. He grabs his stethoscope next. “I’m going to listen to your heart now, Little one. Can you sit up tall for me? Hands at your sides.”

She’s still gripping mine, but she does as she’s told.

It doesn’t seem to bother her too much that her chest is bare.

I’ve heard horror stories about Little girls having tantrums over being exposed to the doctor.

Often Dankin is the first person who’s seen a Little since she was claimed by her Papi.

Even though every Papi has carried his Little onto the pod, down the halls of the starship, and into the intake room, Littles have a tendency to burrow into their Papis, and they usually have a blanket over them.

I didn’t offer Janelle the luxury of being permitted to enter the ship with her full modesty intact. She didn’t make a fuss about it. She did remain plastered to my side, but I don’t think that had anything to do with hiding her body.

Dankin listens to her heart and sets the stethoscope aside. “She’s underweight,” he comments.

I nod. “She hasn’t had good nutrition for a long time.”

“Ah, well, she’ll be in full perfect health by the time you arrive on Eleadia. Keep her tummy full and she will hardly recognize herself.”

I agree with him. She’s going to be stunned at the difference.

After asking her a lot of questions about her childhood, leading all the way up to the present, I realize she’s never had very good nutrition.

Her mother couldn’t afford it, and frankly the human female sounds like she didn’t make sound decisions when it came to either herself or Janelle.

I’m sad for the life my Little girl has led thus far, but it was a blip on the radar compared to the centuries that stretch out in front of her. Decades from now, she will hardly remember her first twenty-four years.

“Help her lie back for me,” Dankin tells me as he pulls over a tray.

I lower my girl onto her back and lift her hands over her head, saying nothing as I secure her wrists to the end of the table.

“Papi?” She squirms, her heart rate increasing, as I knew it would.

I keep my palm over her combined hands. “I’ll be right beside you the entire time. The doctor needs your hands out of the way while he examines you.”

Her lip trembles, but she doesn’t say anything.

Stretched out like this, she takes my breath away. Yes, she’s underweight, but that won’t last long. She’s the prettiest girl ever. And I know I’m wearing rose-colored goggles. I’m not capable of seeing her as anything but perfection, but I find myself breathing heavier as she squirms on the table.

Her pheromones fill the room. Dankin might notice, but he won’t comment, nor will he be affected by her scent or her arousal. She’s mine.

Dankin stands opposite me. “I’m going to examine your breasts, Little one. Have you ever had any problems with your breasts or your nipples?”

Her cheeks turn bright pink. “No, Sir,” she whispers. Her breath hitches and she arches her chest off the table when he starts palpating her little tits.

My cock is so hard it’s almost painful. I was warned this would happen.

Papis feel out of control while waiting to fully claim their Littles.

Taking her before she’s emotionally and physically ready is never a good plan, though, so I will wait.

Convincing my cock that’s the best option is another story.

Janelle’s arousal increases as Dankin palpates her breasts. She’s panting when he grips her tiny nipple and gives it a tug.

Suddenly she surprises me by asking the doctor a question. “Papi says if I drink all my bottles, my boobs will get bigger. Is it true?”

Dankin smiles at her. “Every human female is different. They come in all sizes and shapes, and your Papi will love you unconditionally for the rest of eternity no matter what you look like, Little one. However, most likely your breasts will be larger by the time you arrive home.”

She blows out a breath. “I hope so,” she mutters.

I frown, confused. “Do your breasts bother you, Baby girl?”

She shrugs as much as she can stretched out. “Not really. Not if no one was going to see them. But if no one wears a shirt or a dress, then I’ll be embarrassed around the other girls.”

I rub her wrists with my thumb. “Let me tell you something. Fate is very good at choosing our mates. Every female I’ve ever met on Eleadia was kind and caring.

No one would ever judge you for any physical attribute.

I promise. Would you make fun of another Little girl just because her boobies were larger or smaller than average? ”

She gasps and shakes her head.

“Well, no one will treat you that way, either. I promise.”

“But if you’re going to make me get my nipples pierced, people will stare at them.”

I inhale deeply. “First of all, I will never force you to get your nipples pierced, Little one. You will decide that when you’re ready.

Yes, everyone eventually gets it done, but that’s because it’s a symbol of their commitment to their Papis.

Nipple rings on Eleadia are sort of like wedding bands on Earth.

You’ll wear them proudly, silently telling everyone that you love your Papi, and he loves you. ”

“Okay…”

“And secondly, you’re right. People will stare. They will look because they will be curious to see the pretty stones I’ve chosen for you.”

“You’ll pick out the stones?”

“Yes. I know diamonds are common on Earth, but on Eleadia we choose all different pretty gems for our Little girls. Based on your skin tone and your pretty eyes and hair, I already know you’ll look amazing with a stone called Cinnabar.”

She scrunches up her forehead. “I’ve never heard of that.”

“It’s not as common on Earth, but it does exist. It’s a deep maroon. I think you’ll love it.”

“But I get to decide?”

“Yes, Baby girl. When you’re ready.” One of our many hurdles has been checked off the list.