Page 8 of His Little Hessonite (Eleadian Mates #10)

Chapter Eight

Clara

I will Papi to step forward, grab my hips, and thrust into me. The bed is a mile off the floor. It’s at the perfect height for him to take me standing up, which means I probably couldn’t get onto this bed without a stool. If I flipped over and tried to slide off to lower to the floor, I would have to jump partway.

Instead of lining himself up with my greedy channel, he bends over and sucks one of my nipples into his mouth.

My eyes roll back as I grab his shoulders and arch my chest toward him. If the man wants to suckle my breasts, I am not going to stop him. It feels like heaven.

I can’t focus on anything except Papi’s attention as he swirls his tongue around my nipple before flicking it rapidly. I whimper when he releases it with a pop but then moan when he switches to my other breast. He’s a master with his mouth.

A strange thought occurs to me. For a fleeting second, I wonder how many women he’s been with to be this skilled, but then it occurs to me that the answer is zero. He said all of the women on his planet died out over a hundred years ago, and he just arrived on Earth to claim a mate. I seriously doubt he’s been fucking every woman in the club since his arrival. I’ve never heard of anyone going upstairs with an Eleadian male and then returning to society to tell about it.

If I’m his first partner… “Ohhh…” I fist the bedding at my sides and arch my chest into his mouth when he pricks my nipple. How does he do that, and why does it feel so good? In no world would I have ever imagined having needles piercing my sensitive nipples.

My head lolls back and forth as Papi releases my nipple and switches to the other. I hold my breath and enjoy every sensation as he sucks and licks and finally holds my bud hostage with his teeth before piercing it several times in quick succession.

A rush of wetness leaks out of me, and I wrap my legs around Papi’s wide hips, willing him to thrust into me. His erection isn’t in contact with my skin. I need it like a drug.

Papi lets go of my nipple, and less than a second later, his lips are on mine, kissing me deeply, devouring me as though I’m a lifeline and without consuming me he would die.

His tongue strokes mine over and over in a dance that drives my arousal even higher. I’ve never been kissed like this. Nothing has ever come close. It’s possessive and demanding. He’s claiming me with his mouth, telling me without words that I’m his in every way.

I know this in my soul. I also know he’s right. I’m his. I can fight him every step of the way, but in the end, I’m his.

The thought of submitting so deeply to another being is foreign to me. I’ve never considered submission before. I’m getting a crash course today, and It’s disconcerting to realize, albeit reluctantly, that I can’t stop this from happening.

Is it real? I still worry I’m dreaming.

When it seems like I’m going to have to wretch my lips away to draw in oxygen, Papi releases my mouth and kisses a path down the center of my chest. He grabs my inner thighs with both hands and pushes them wide, pressing them into the mattress, exposing me completely.

Papi moans as he wraps his lips around my entire pussy.

He sucks, drawing my lower lips and clit into his mouth, causing me to cry out inarticulately. My swollen flesh pulses. He holds steady for long seconds, letting my sex engorge with blood.

Suddenly his quill pierces my clit, and I scream. An orgasm more powerful than any of the previous ones he’s permitted washes through my entire body, making me convulse against the mattress.

Papi doesn’t stop. He flicks my clit, keeping my orgasm going, driving me higher and higher as if there’s another kind of peak I might reach, one that will cause me to pass out from pleasure.

And then I’m there, hovering in that blissful place I’ve learned exists right before I come. “Papi!” I cry out. His response is to inject me yet again with his serum, his tiny quill pricking my clit deeper.

It hurts so fucking good. There’s no comparison. I’m the luckiest woman alive. Nothing compares to this pleasure, and he hasn’t entered me yet.

I’m writhing on the bed when he releases my pussy and brings his face back up to hover above mine. “Do you still want my cock, Baby girl?”

“Yes,” I beg. “Please…”

“I haven’t prepared you.”

I shake my head and lift my hips. “Don’t care.”

“I can’t hold back, Clara. I’m going to thrust into you to the hilt. You will take all of me, and it will hurt.” He’s not asking anymore. He’s telling me. He’s ordering me to accept his girth, warning me that he will not be gentle.

And I’m down for it. I want this as badly as he does. “Yes, Papi. Please…”

The head of Papi’s cock is at my entrance, and then his hips jerk and he thrusts inside me. The pain is sharp and takes my breath away. I think he’s split me in two. His cock is so long that he’s pressing against my cervix. It’s so thick that I fear he’s torn me, though I know that’s not logical.

Papi’s hands come to my face. He kisses me gently. “Breathe, Baby girl. Relax your cunt for me. You’re gripping me so tight, Little one.”

I can’t tell if I’m actually clenching him or if it’s just that tight. It doesn’t matter. The stretch is too much. I whimper. “Papi…”

“It will ease, Little one. I promise. Breathe, Baby.”

I try to draw in a breath. It’s hard to focus on anything but the tightness.

Papi trails kisses to my neck and behind my ear. He licks the spot and pierces me.

I flinch, but in seconds, I feel calmer. He didn’t inject me with the aphrodisiac he used on my nipples and clit. This time he used his quill to calm me, and it’s working. Even my pussy relaxes slightly.

“Good girl,” he coos. “Let your body accept me, Baby girl. Learn how it feels to be filled by me. I will couple with you like this often for the rest of our lives. When I’m not filling your sweet cunt, it will always hum with a low need.”

I whimper. I know he’s right, and my pussy is pulsing around his girth as though experiencing tiny orgasms over and over. It seems like his cock grows larger.

Papi moans and drops his forehead to mine. “Take me, Clara,” he orders.

I am taking him, aren’t I? What more can I do?

“Let me in deeper, Little one,” he demands.

I gasp. How could he be any deeper?

He drops his head to the other side of my neck and sucks the spot behind my ear so hard I know it will leave a hickie. When he pierces me again, I cry out. The sharp pain is welcoming now. It brings a deeper relaxation with it.

Suddenly my body loosens, and I’m stunned when Papi slips deeper into me. Is he past my cervix? Is that a thing?

He groans again, louder, his head tipping back as he pulls partway out and then thrusts back.

My vision blurs, and all the air leaves my lungs. I thought the previous orgasms he gave me were intense. I was wrong. This is so much more.

He drops his head to my neck again. “Take me, Baby girl,” he mumbles against my ear as he thrusts again, deeper and deeper each time. “Take me…”

Somehow I obey him. I don’t even fully understand what he’s demanding of me, but he keeps going deeper with every thrust. We’re not two people anymore. We’re one. We’re connected. I don’t want him to pull out ever. I want to stay like this. It’s blissful. I’m flying high on endorphins. Some are natural, some were caused by him. I don’t care. I just don’t want it to end.

“Come, Clara,” he shouts. “Come on my cock. Now, Baby girl.”

My body obeys him again, another orgasm sweeping through me, sending me out of orbit. I already wasn’t on Earth anymore. Now I’m not even sure I’m in the Milky Way.

I feel my pussy gripping his cock over and over, and suddenly he’s gone, yanked from my body, leaving me empty and frustrated. “No…” My head rolls back and forth. I can’t focus. “Papi…”

His loud grunt of release fills the room, echoing off the walls, and I remember him telling me he would not come inside me. I hate it. I want him inside me. My entire body trembles as I blink several times and look between my legs to find him gripping his cock inside his loose pants. He apparently tucked himself back into the soft material before letting himself orgasm.

Watching him is mesmerizing. He’s the sexiest man I’ve ever set eyes on, and he’s mine. Right?

Papi releases his shaft, grabs my thighs, and drops his mouth once again to my pussy.

I cry out at the unexpected contact as he sucks and licks. I can’t get free of him. I shove at his shoulders because I can’t take another orgasm, but he won’t budge. He’s too strong for me.

When he pierces my labia in several places, I panic. “Papi, no… Stop… It’s too much…”

He ignores me, and it doesn’t take long for me to realize he isn’t eating my pussy for the purpose of making me come again. He’s healing me. All the pain from the stretch subsides, leaving me loose and relaxed.

Finally, he’s finished. He keeps one hand on my tummy as if to prevent me from falling off the bed while he reaches over to the nightstand to grab something.

The next thing I know, he’s lifting my bottom off the bed with one hand around my ankles and sliding a diaper under me.

“Papi…” I complain to no avail.

He doesn’t address my argument. Instead he finishes securing me and scoops me into his arms to cradle me against his chest. He kisses all over my face. “Fuck, that was powerful,” he murmurs as he carries me out of the room and back into the nursery.

How does he have the strength and will to carry on like this? I would expect him to have dropped down next to me on the bed, panting and limp. But he seems energized instead.

He turns to the rocking chair and sits with me leaning back in his arms like the Baby he has turned me into. “I should wash you, Little one. I should take you to the sink and flush out your cunt to get all evidence of my semen off your skin, but I don’t want to. I want you to feel my essence inside you. Did I give you enough of my serum to keep you calm so you can relax through the tingling need in your womb?”

I nod. He has. It feels amazing. He’s right. I can feel his seed inside me. It would be driving me wild if he hadn’t anesthetized me slightly. I like it. I like that he didn’t wash it off me. It’s a reminder that maybe I really am alive. If I’m not and this is death, I’ll gladly accept death.