Page 26 of His Little Hessonite

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 hisfingers 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.