Page 9 of His Little Hessonite (Eleadian Mates #10)

Chapter Nine

Kalbrac

Fuck, but I can smell myself on her, in her, around her. There’s a new scent in the room. It’s our combined essence. It’s powerful. Anyone who walks in will know we consummated our union. I’m glad. It makes her more fully mine. She knows it, too.

It’s very caveman of me to force her to keep the semen that leaked from my cockhead inside her. I was told to wash it off, including from inside her cunt. But it’s just a trace. Just the precome I could not control before my orgasm.

She’s smiling blissfully as though she likes it. “Tingles, Papi…” she whimpers.

“I know, Baby girl.” My cock swells all over again with pride. She will keep me inside her. She will do this because I’ve commanded it. She’s learning to obey me.

She arches her little body and moans. “It’s alive…”

I chuckle. Apparently my come is pretty powerful. I bring my hand to her breast and stroke her nipple until it’s stiff before gripping it between my thumb and forefinger and pinching it.

My girl writhes. “Papi…”

I need to stop tormenting her so I can feed her. She needs to rest before her surgery. But it’s so gratifying holding her while she squirms on my lap. She keeps trying to squeeze her thighs together. She’ll never be able to do so again because I won’t let her. The thick diaper I put on her will force her legs to remain parted. When I change her, I will spread her open even wider and threaten to spank her pussy if she closes her legs.

My instinct to drive her wild is stronger than anyone warned me about. I knew dominating her would come naturally, but I’m pushing her harder than I expected, and she’s taking it from me even though she went on a rant about not submitting to me a short while ago.

When I release her nipple and pinch the other one, she bats at my hand futilely. “Papi…”

“Mine,” I growl.

She arches and moans.

I finally release her swollen, enflamed bud, soothing it by circling it with my finger. “These little titties will look amazing with hessonite gems hanging from them. I’m going to call Ekert and place an order for the red stones as soon as we get home.”

Her breath hitches. “You want to pierce my nipples?”

I meet her gaze, realizing what I’ve revealed. “Yes, Baby girl. I will take you to the jeweler as soon as you’re strong enough. He will put hoops through your pretty titties. The sparkling red stones will hang from them permanently.”

She swallows.

“All Little girls have pierced nipples, Little one. It’s our custom. They’re a symbol of our union like wedding rings are on Earth. You’ll wear them with pride, keeping your shoulders back so everyone we pass can see the beautiful stones.”

She gasps. “How will they see them through my clothes?”

I rock her up closer to me and kiss her gently. “Little girls do not wear anything but diapers on Eleadia, Baby girl.” I flick her nipple with my thumb, bringing her attention to the swollen bud.

Clara squeezes her eyes closed. “Maybe if I go to sleep, I’ll wake up and find out all of this was definitely a dream.”

I chuckle. “You won’t. You’ll wake up after your surgery, and you’ll be in my arms.”

“We can at least test that theory.” She closes her eyes.

I grab the bottle and hold it to her mouth, swiping the nipple over her lips. “After you eat, Little one.”

She sighs as she opens her pretty mouth and lets the nipple in.

I smile my approval when she begins suckling almost immediately, and that pride consumes me again when she moans around the taste and sucks harder.

She’s so fucking precious. I lift her hand and hold it loosely in mine, pleased when she wraps her fingers around my pinky. Her hand is so tiny that she holds on to just the one finger.

Her eyes are closed as she concentrates on eating, and I love that she’s given up the fight, swallowing every ounce of formula. As soon as it’s gone, I remove the bottle and smile at the way she continues suckling instinctively. I quickly grab the pacifier sitting on the table next to me and pop it into her mouth.

Clara doesn’t balk or open her eyes. She simply allows me to replace the nipple and continues sucking. We’re making progress. I know part of the reason for her acceptance is the serum flowing through her body. I pricked her several times. My essence is influencing her greatly and helping her accept what she cannot change.

I should put her down in the crib, but I can’t. I want to hold her while she naps. It’s hard to keep from disturbing her. The desire to bury my nose in her neck and inhale her sweet scent is strong, but my Little girl needs rest. I have to give that to her.

I don’t know how long we sit like this, me gently rocking her and staring at her. Her hair is a thick tangled mess of curls around her face. I’m going to enjoy combing through it every morning for the rest of my life. I’m already picturing the braids and pigtails I will learn to arrange.

I smile as I imagine her balking every step of the way. She probably doesn’t think she will want her hair up in pigtails, but she’ll wear it in whatever style I insist upon.

She’ll sigh dramatically and test me every day until we establish a routine that includes the perfect balance of spanking and orgasm denial she craves. I’ll enjoy every moment of discovery.

Some time passes before Dankin knocks softly on the door and then opens it.

I smile at him. “She’s been asleep for a while,” I share in a soft whisper.

“I’m ready to do the surgery.”

I draw in a deep breath and slowly rise. I will eventually have to put her down so Dankin can operate on a spot inside my girl’s head. My chest tightens at the reminder.

He sets a hand on my shoulder as we enter the hallway. “She’ll be fine. I promise. If you want to be in the room while I remove the tumor, you may do so, but I’m not sure I’d recommend it. It will probably be easier if you wait in the hallway and let someone else assist me.”

I nod. I don’t think I can stomach watching Dankin enter my Little girl’s head through her nose. I might panic. “I’ll wait outside.”

He opens the door to the clinic across the hallway from the room we’ve been sitting in. “I need to do a more thorough exam before the surgery. I didn’t complete my exam earlier.”

I ease her onto the table, but as soon as she’s no longer in my arms, she blinks her eyes a few times and then widens them.

I ease the pacifier from her mouth.

She licks her lips. “I’m still here.”

I smile. “Yes, Little one. I’ll try to make sure you always see my face as soon as possible when you open your eyes.” I gently lift her arms over her head and secure them to the table in the manner she will grow accustomed to.

She comes more fully awake and arches her pretty chest.

Dankin sets a stethoscope between her breasts and listens to her heart in several places before draping it around his neck and palpating her abdomen. “You consummated your union. That’s probably for the best. It will help her heal faster after the surgery.”

Clara gasps, her cheeks turning pink.

Dankin glances at her and gives her a warm smile. “Eleadians can scent a lot of different things.”

She groans. “I’m not dreaming.”

“No, Baby girl.”

Dankin presses a spot on her tummy where I know her bladder is located. “Can you pee for me, Little one?”

She shakes her head defiantly.

“Okay,” he responds casually as though the subject is closed.

I’m certain the subject is not closed. My girl is in for a rude awakening.

Without a word, Dankin secures Clara across the waist before lifting her legs one at a time into stirrups and fastening straps at her ankles and thighs.

She starts panting when he guides the stirrups gradually wider and angles them so that her knees are drawn up higher.

When Dankin removes her diaper, she whimpers. I set my hand between her breasts, but nothing will calm her fully. She’s about to experience things she can’t imagine.

Our bond is so powerful that she’s aroused from my touch. It’s frustrating her, but she can’t fight it.

Dankin examines her folds and then parts her lips. “She’s healing well from the claiming. You didn’t wash her out?” he asks, glancing at me.

“No. I didn’t come inside her. I left the remnants of my semen in her cunt and calmed her with several pricks to her pussy lips.”

Clara’s eyes are wide, her mouth gaping open. “Must you be so blunt?”

“This is our way, Little one.” I stroke the swell of her globes with my fingers. “My people are not bashful about sex. It’s a strange custom among humans. Everyone would be happier and healthier if they were more open about their sexual needs.”

She shakes her head. “How about we not talk about my private parts so much.”

Dankin applies lube to a speculum and eases it into my Little girl’s pussy.

She squirms, but I don’t detect pain in her, only embarrassment mixed with arousal, which is normal.

“Everything looks good. She’s healing quickly.”

I’m relieved.

When Dankin grabs a clear tube from the tray next to him and applies lubricant to the tip, I bend over and kiss my girl briefly. “The doctor is going to put a catheter in you now, Little one.”

Her breath hitches. “What? Why?” Her voice is high-pitched and filled with fear.

“He needs to empty your bladder, Baby girl. It’s not safe for you to hold your urine in. You haven’t wet yourself since you got here.”

She squirms and tugs on the restraints to no avail. “I can pee. I don’t need a catheter.”

“You could have,” I point out, “but you didn’t. Now you’ll wear the catheter until we’re ready to leave the mothership. I’ll take it out after you go into stasis. You won’t be able to control your bladder or your bowels during the trip, nor will you be able to control them at first when we arrive on Eleadia. By the time you can flex those muscles again, you will have learned to keep your diaper wet for me.”

She shakes her head. “No. Please, no. I’ll use the bathroom.”

“There are no bathrooms on my planet, Little one. We don’t have toilets like you’re used to. You will be diapered at all times, and I will take care of all your needs, including feeding you and changing you.”

She narrows her gaze and glares at me before suddenly gasping.

A glance down tells me why. Dankin is inserting the catheter. He slowly guides the little tube into her urethra until he finally stops.

I watch as urine runs out of my Baby girl and into a bag which he connects to the table between her legs.

Clara grits her teeth and turns her head away from me.

I hate that she’s angry, but like every other hurdle we’ve crossed, her reaction is expected and normal.

Dankin removes the speculum and picks up the object that will cause her next tantrum. He holds the cylinder up for her to see. “This is a rectal probe, Little one. I’m going to insert it into your bottom and hold it there for a few minutes so it can collect all kinds of data.”

She shakes her head. “No way. You can’t put that inside me. It’s too big, and we don’t do that on Earth. We don’t put things in our asses. Not for no good reason,” she argues loudly.

“We do on Eleadia, Little one,” I tell her. “Often. The probe acts as a thermometer as well as being able to detect oxygen levels, pulse, and several other pieces of data. You will learn to accept and enjoy having the probe inside your bottom often. In addition, the doctor will always examine your bottom with his fingers when we’re in the office. If needed, he will spread your rectum open to make sure the walls of your rectum are healthy.”

I’m oversharing for a few reasons. For one, I don’t see any reason to keep things from her. For another, I’d rather rip off the bandages now. All of them. So there will be few surprises later. And lastly, it’s impossible to ignore the spike in my girl’s arousal as I describe what she will endure.

Dankin lubes the tip of the probe before spreading her cheeks apart and rubbing the blunt end against her tight hole.

Clara cries out, arching and squirming, trying to get away from the inevitable.

I rub her tummy. “Relax your bottom, Baby girl.”

She shakes her head.

I bend over and kiss her. “Submit to Papi,” I command. “Be a good girl so Dankin can finish your exam and get that tumor out of you. I can’t fully relax until that is over.”

Her lips tremble. “I want the tumor out,” she mumbles.

“The doctor is going to take it out, but he needs your vitals first. Relax your bottom.”

She sighs, and I assume she has resigned herself because I look down to see Dankin sliding the thick probe deep into her.

Clara squeezes her eyes closed and draws in a slow deep breath.

My cock twitches when I sense her arousal. She isn’t happy to find out the nerve endings in her bottom will drive her need almost as strongly as her pussy. It’s stunning to my people how most Earthlings completely avoid their rectums, missing out on an entire piece of their sexuality.

Clara starts panting. “Is it over yet?”

“No, Baby girl.”

Dankin adjusts the probe, turning it around and sliding it deeper.

“Papi…” Clara moans.

Sometimes I will let her come while her bottom is filled, especially when the doctor needs to assess her arousal levels, but she’s already had a number of orgasms this evening. I want the doctor to take her into surgery as soon as possible. The sooner he gets that tumor out of her, the sooner I will breathe easier.

When Dankin finally eases the probe out of her, she blows out a long breath. “I don’t like that, Papi.”

I chuckle. “Yes, you do, naughty girl.” I kiss her. I’ll give her a lecture about fibbing later.

Dankin adjusts the stirrups so that her legs are not parted quite as wide or tipped back as far. He comes to Clara’s side. “I’m going to have your Papi put you to sleep now. When you wake up, the tumor will be gone. You’ll need to remain very still and slightly sedated for a while afterward. I want to be sure your blood is clotting properly and there are no lingering issues before I clear you to travel.”

She sniffles. “Okay.”

I lean over her from the other side and kiss her, taking my time. “You’re my heart and soul, Baby girl. I promise nothing bad will ever happen to you for the rest of your life. I will take care of you and keep you safe from harm.”

Tears slide out of the corners of her eyes. “Okay, Papi,” she murmurs, resigned.

I wipe the tears and then lower my mouth to her neck. Piercing our Little girls comes instinctually. It’s not something we practice. Until we meet our mate, our quill is simply dormant behind our front teeth. Now that I have her, I know instinctively exactly what to do to control the serum I inject her with.

I pierce her deeper this time and let the anesthetic put her into a deep sleep. When I rise, Dankin is waiting. He sets a hand on mine. “You’ve done well, Kalbrac. Don’t you worry. I’ll have her all fixed up in no time.”

Another man I don’t know enters the room, and I step outside to pace the hallway while they work on the most important person in my life.