Page 15 of His Little Hessonite

“It will remove your pubic hair and permanently keep it from growing back on your pussy, Baby girl.” I hold her folds open wide and begin applying the cream, well aware that her pulse increases as well as her arousal.

I know there are differences between human females. It’s hard for me to be sure what is driving her need. It’s a combination of things, but which of them is stronger? Is she still reacting to my prick? Is she the sort of female who has a deep need for restraint? Is the thought of me removing her hair driving her arousal? How much is she affected by my presence? She’s breathing in my scent the same as I am hers.

All of these factors play a role, and I doubt even Clara could put her finger on what the driving forces are. It doesn’t matter right now. What matters is that our bond is strengthening by the minute, and my girl is obeying me.

“Papi…” I love the sound of her whimpers.

I finish, set the tube aside, clean off my fingers, and spread my hands on her inner thighs, stroking her skin with my thumbs. I smile at her. She’s stunning. Her thick brown hair is fanned all around her face. Her eyes are huge brown orbs with specks of gold in them. She keeps licking her full lips.

I lower my gaze to her breasts. They’re full and pert with rosy nipples. I’m certain the hessonite stones will look fantastic against her skin.

“Papi…”

I lift my gaze to hers to find her eyes glazed with lust. I stop stroking her inner thighs and squeeze her legs. “Deep breaths, Baby girl. Just another minute.”

“What’s happening to me?”

“Your body is aligning with mine, Little one. We’re bonding. It’s normal.”

Her lip trembles. “I’m…hot.”

I frown. Does she have a fever? Her skin doesn’t feel abnormally warm to me. I’ll have Dankin check her vitals. I’m sure he intends to anyway. We didn’t get to that part of the exam.

“Hold still for me while I remove the cream, Baby girl.” I lift one hand and use a warm wipe to rid her pussy of all hair. I graba few more cloths to make sure she’s totally clean. I don’t want her skin irritated.

Clara is holding her breath. She lifts her head to look down between her legs. “Feels strange.”

I chuckle. “You’ll get used to it.” I can’t resist the urge to stroke her naked folds. Her skin is so soft. I bend forward and kiss her pussy, lingering to draw in her scent and nuzzle her folds.

“Papi!”

I lift off her. I don’t want to torment her further right now. I unfasten the strap across her hips, grab a soft diaper from the pile on the shelf, and lift her hips to slide it under her.

She’s panting, and her legs are shaking, but she gasps and arches her hips off the table. “What are you doing?” Her voice is shrill.

I grab a second tube of ointment and quickly apply it to her folds. “You’ll need to go potty soon, Baby girl.” Before she can fuss further, I wrap the soft material around her bottom and fasten it at her hips.

She shakes her head back and forth. “No…”

I release her hands and lift her into my arms.

She wiggles in my embrace and pushes against me with her palms. “No, Papi. No.”

I tuck her inner arm against me and clasp her other wrist, circling it with my fingers to keep her from fighting me. “Deep breaths, Baby girl.”

She flails and shakes her head faster. “Don’t tell me to breathe. Put me down. I don’t want to do this. I won’t.”

I glance around, spot a bottle on the table next to the rocking chair, and quickly sit, keeping Clara secure against me. This was bound to happen. It’s not uncommon. In fact, most Little girls balk at being diapered. Human females are not accustomed tothis practice. They only wear diapers for the first few years of life.

Our females are diapered for the rest of their lives. Clara will learn to empty her bladder and her bowels into the soft material. She will learn to rely on me to change her and take care of her every need. But it’s not surprising that she’s stressed upon learning about this.

“I can’t use a diaper, Kalbrac. Ican’t.”

I flinch when she uses my name instead of calling me Papi. She’s doing so to assert her dominance, but there will be no room for anything but submission from her in our relationship. Her natural inclination is to submit to me, but she doesn’t fully realize that, nor is she willing to accept it yet.

I roll her so that our chests are touching and kiss her temple. It’s not difficult to secure her small body no matter how hard she struggles to free herself from my grip. “You can, Little one. You’ll get used to it.”

“No…” She tries harder, squirming with all her might. If I were standing and I released her, she would get injured falling to the floor. She’s far too small, and I’m seven foot six. I’m sitting now, rocking gently. I won’t let her go, though. She doesn’t understand that I will carry her everywhere for a while. Her feet won’t touch the floor while we’re on the mothership and not for a few weeks after we return home, either. She won’t have the strength after the six-month journey.