Page 16 of His Little Morganite

“Relax your bottom, Baby girl. No part of you will be off-limits to Papi. I’ll be intimate with your little bottom every day.”

I shake my head, not believing this is happening. My bottom? Hard no.

While he continues to stroke his finger deeper in my private hole, he grinds his palm against my clit. It’s a dirty trick. So very manipulative. And it works.

Nerve endings I was not aware of and would rather have never known about come to life inside my rectum as he adds a second finger, thrusts faster, and rubs my pussy.

“No. No no no no…” I roll my head back and forth, holding on tight to the sides of the basin. My body is rigid and has a mind of its own. My traitorous pussy is pleased and begging me to let him continue.

Gritting my teeth, I fight the growing arousal, but I’m losing. Papi is making it feel so good. My arousal is climbing as I pant and moan and squirm. The feeling is foreign and unwelcome. Invasive and…so good.Oh, God.

He thrusts his thumb into my vagina, adding to the growing pressure that threatens to explode.

I don’t care anymore. I just need to come. He hasn’t even pricked me this time. This is all me. My need. My…fate.

Chapter Six

Ganrax

There are no words to describe how precious my Little girl is when she’s uninhibited. I know I’m not playing fair. I haven’t played fair since I met her. It’s not a requirement. Most Eleadian men have no choice but to coerce their Little girls at first with their serum and sometimes their fingers.

She can fight me all she wants on this, but I know she’s never felt as good as she does right now. Human females—and humans in general—consider anal play to be taboo. Eleadians do not. From now on, I will be intimate with Ava’s tight bottom. I will clean it frequently, stretch it, taste it, penetrate it, and even plug it. She will learn to enjoy my attention. She will crave it and beg for it eventually.

But right now, it’s shocking and new to her, and she’s embarrassed. There’s no avoiding her temporary mortification, though. I knew it would happen. I even took advantage of her relaxed, aroused state to introduce her to anal penetration.

She can verbally argue, but the scent of her growing arousal is filling the apartment. She needs release, and I’m going to giveit to her. It will help wear her out so she’ll be more amenable to what’s next on the agenda.

It’s going to be a long night. I’m going to need to sleep ten hours by the time we get on the transport vessel because I’m certain she’s going to argue with me every step of the way until I finally put her into a deep sleep.

At least I’ll get a break in a bit because she’s going to need a nap. I’m torn between hating the idea of her leaving me to rest and looking forward to the fact that I’ll be able to regroup while she sleeps for a few hours.

When I rub my thumb against my fingers through the thin lining between her vagina and her rectum, she lifts her hips off the bottom of the basin and comes. Hard. Screaming out as the pulses of her release strangle my fingers and thumb.

She’s so damn perfect. I know that’s how Fate works, but until experiencing it, I couldn’t truly grasp how powerful it would be.

I’m soaked because she has splashed water out of the basin so many times. I don’t care. I don’t care that my cock is protesting either. I’ll take it in hand while she naps.

I ease my fingers out of her as soon as I notice the signs that she’s overstimulated. The slight wince. The whimper. And she shoves at my hand.

I lean across her, set my elbow on the other side of the basin, and kiss her. I want her mind to remain scrambled for a few more minutes. I like it when she’s pliant. I may have to give her millions of orgasms before she decides she likes me when she’snotcurrently being pleasured.

I love how she moans into my mouth when she’s uninhibited and greedy. Her tiny hands come to my chest. Her nails dig into my pecs. It’s okay. If she leaves marks, I’m okay with that. If she draws blood, that’s fine, too. Her nails are painted pink and were probably done at a nail salon. She’ll never have that again.

Maybe it’s cruel to yank human females out of their environment and thrust them into a world they have no knowledge of. A world with none of the amenities they’re used to. No hair products, no manicures and pedicures. No fancy clothes and shoes. In fact, no clothes and shoes at all. No lingerie, which I’ve heard is the biggest deal breaker and most difficult for humans to let go of.

I’ll admit, the tiny piece of lace she was wearing before I tore it off her was sexy, but in my world, total submission is sexier. The kind of submission where I control every aspect of her life, and she willingly gives it over to me.

It takes time for human females to grasp how life on Eleadia works. I have a feeling it will take Ava more time than the average Little girl. Ava, who uses every breath to insist she is not Little.

I release her lips but hover close, inhaling her scent and enjoying the sated look on her face. I love how her eyes are half open, she has a sweet smile, and her face is relaxed. In a moment, she’s going to jump back into her body, and my sweet angel will turn into a rabid devil.

In…three…two…

“Ganrax…” She shoves at me before we get toone. “Can I get out of this tub yet? Are you done manipulating me?”

“Mmm.” I find it impossible to be mad at her. She’s trying so hard to hold on to a way of life she knows is over. She’s fighting more with herself than with me.

Yes, a part of me feels bad for the way females are yanked from their lives and removed from the planet, but the truth is they’re cherished, adored, loved, and treated like princesses. That’s not something common on Earth, and rarely is it lasting.