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Chapter Thirteen

Retmor

Eden is the most precious Little girl ever born, and I’m the luckiest man alive. She has come so far so fast. She has fully recovered from the trip without fuss. For the past two weeks, she has worked hard every day to get stronger, to regain her speech, and eventually to walk.

I can tell she has a cheery disposition. Instead of panicking over every little thing that involves her submission, she seems to feel fortunate that she no longer lives in the world she came from. She’s relieved and therefore embraces her new life with a bit more finesse than some Little girls are capable of.

She had less to lose than other females. She still doesn’t know much about life on her own planet, but what she does know is so awful that whatever I require of her is a drastic improvement.

She has fisted her hands together above her head. Her little nipples are hard and pointy. I can feel the throbbing need between her legs even through the diaper.

I’m not sure what I’m going to do if my Little girl decides she likes having her pussy swatted. We’ll have to come up with something. I will not permit her to hold her urine in order to get her pussy spanked. Holding her pee pee back ends today. One way or another. I’ll have to make that clear to her after I swat her clit a few times.

“Last chance to wet your diaper, Eden,” I warn.

She purses her lips and defies me. She’s so adorable when she’s defiant that it’s hard to keep from chuckling. But I manage.

“Okay.” I open her diaper, exposing her angry, heated skin. I tried to keep the root from touching more than her urethra, but the oil got on the surrounding areas, too.

Her clit is swollen and pushing out of the hood, but I want it larger, so I pinch it, making her cry out.

“What a naughty Little girl,” I say.

“ Papi ,” she blurts.

“I want this clit hard and exposed when I spank it,” I tell her.

She sucks in a breath. Her cheeks are a lovely shade of pink. She’s nervous, but I’ll never give her more than she can handle. We wouldn’t be in this position in the first place if she didn’t crave this experience so badly.

I stroke her swollen nub. “My naughty girl needs her pussy spanked, doesn’t she?”

She moans.

“Tell Papi. Ask me to spank your naughty pussy, Eden.”

She gasps, her eyes wide.

“Eden…” I warn as I pinch her clit again. I’ve only added this new requirement because I can tell she thrives on the embarrassment. I believe she will embrace the same humiliation of having her breasts exposed at the playground, too. It’s so taboo for her. Her cheeks are hot, and her nipples are rocks. Copious amounts of wetness are leaking from her cunt.

I stroke a finger through her folds, and she bucks her hips. “Please, Papi. Please spank my naughty pussy.”

I smile at her, bend over to kiss her tummy, and then use my fingers to hold her folds open and the hood off her clit. I’ll give her one firm swat and judge her reaction.

When it lands, she shudders. Her body relaxes slightly now that the unknown has passed.

“Another one, Eden?”

“Yes, Sir.”

I let the second swat land harder. It has to sting.

She cries out unintelligibly. Her clit is more red and swollen than before.

“One more,” I tell her. I lift the crop and let the final spank land perfectly over her clit and pussy.

Eden’s body shakes violently. “Papi…” Her head rolls back and forth. “Need to come.”

“I know you do, Baby girl. I’ll give you what you need after you wet your diaper for me, Little one.” I pull the front of the dry diaper over her pussy and hold it in place. I don’t need to fasten it. I press my enormous palm over her.

Eden is breathing heavily. “It’s hard, Papi,” she whines. “Will you turn away?”

“No, pretty Little girl. I will not. Peeing is a perfectly natural part of life. Keeping your diapers wet is part of how you will submit to me and show me your devotion.”

She shivers and closes her eyes. I can see her straining. Finally her lips part, and she releases her bladder. The warmth against my palm pleases me.

“Such a good girl. I’m so proud of you. See? That wasn’t hard.”

She lets out a long sigh, and I know it’s mostly because the burning has stopped.

I reopen her diaper and remove it before cleaning her skin off gently with wet cloths. Gently is not what she wants, but I take my time, making her wait, making her squirm.

By the time I set the cloths aside, she’s panting. I can see her pussy pulsing. I’m as eager to give her what she wants as she is. It’s been brutal waiting two weeks to reacquaint myself with my Little girl’s pussy.

For me, it’s actually been six and a half months. For her, it’s only been two weeks. I’m crawling out of my skin. Her pheromones distract me with every inhale, but the distraction has doubled in the last few minutes because she’s hornier than she was before this incident.

I slide my hands down her inner thighs, pull her folds open, and lower my face so I can inhale her scent as deeply as possible.

Eden purrs. “Papi…”

I drag my tongue through her folds. Fuck, she’s so delicious. She’s like an addictive drug. At least I assume. We don’t have addictive drugs on Eleadia, but we have Little girls, and they are all-consuming.

I suck her clit between my lips and flick it rapidly with my tongue.

Eden comes. I’m not surprised. She’s been needing release since she woke up two weeks ago. Now she can have all the releases she wants. I’ll happily make her come as often as she begs me to.

She’s moaning and writhing as she pulses against my lips. I lick the entrance to her pussy and press my tongue against her. I haven’t entered her with anything yet. Chadka examined her narrow passage on the first visit when we arrived. He agreed with Dankin that nothing is physically wrong with her. She simply hasn’t ever done anything that caused her hymen to tear.

Eden arches her chest when I push the tip of my tongue through her tiny opening. It’s tight. I need to break through the barrier before I can start stretching her pretty cunt.

I suck her entire pussy, distracting her from the tight sensation, driving her arousal back up.

She twitches involuntarily as her folds swell. I don’t want to hurt her, nor do I want to blindside her. So I lift my head. “Baby girl, I’m going to pierce the entrance to your pussy to anesthetize it so I can break through your barrier without causing you pain.”

Her bottom lip trembles. “Okay, Papi.”

I lower my head to lick and tease her entrance. I want her to come again. It will help her relax and not worry about what happens next. After capturing her clit with my teeth, I prick the swollen nub, filling it with an aphrodisiac.

Eden groans loudly.

I nip at the little nub several times, tormenting her. Her body stiffens a moment before she gives me another precious orgasm. The spasms shake her body. Fuck, I want to be inside her. I can’t even begin to consider that notion until I have stretched her pretty cunt, but I’m salivating at the idea.

While she’s still riding the waves, I lower my lips to her entrance. This time when I pierce her, I linger, numbing her. When I’m sure she’s sufficiently prepared, I lift my head and lean over her to cup her face with one hand.

“Look at Papi, Little one.”

She meets my gaze. She’s shaking, partially from the aftermath of two orgasms, but I can smell her fear.

I nudge at the barrier with one finger. “Can you feel this, Baby girl?”

She shakes her head.

I push a bit harder. “This?”

“No, Papi.”

I thrust my finger into her, forcing past her barrier. I can feel the tear as it gives way. I hold my breath. I don’t mind spanking my Baby girl’s pussy because she wanted it. I also don’t mind letting the yooka oil burn the entrance to her tiny urethra or even her bottom if need be. Those are health concerns. But I really don’t want my girl to hurt while I stretch out her vagina. It could scare her enough that she would be traumatized about sex.

“Did you do it, Papi?” she asks in a soft voice.

“Yes, Baby girl.” I smile. I’m so relieved. While she can’t feel the pain, I push my finger deeper. She’s so fucking tight. This is just one of my fingers. My cock is damn bigger than one finger.

When I touch her cervix, she sucks in a breath. “Oh.”

I freeze. “Does that hurt?”

“No. It feels good. Mostly it’s just pressure.”

Thank heavens. I press my finger against the soft place along the top side of her channel—the part of her I’ve studied extensively called the G-spot.

She slowly smiles. “What are you doing now?”

“Teasing my girl.”

“I like it.”

I pull almost out and add a second finger, pressing the two of them together as I slowly ease them into her. “Tell Papi if it hurts, Eden.”

Her eyes roll back. “Doesn’t hurt,” she mutters.

I’m surprised she’s able to get so much pleasure from this contact considering the numbing I gave her. I suppose the anesthetic isn’t keeping her from feeling the stretch.

My fingers are long. I can touch the end of her channel. I’m aware most human males can’t reach that deep, but Eden wouldn’t know the difference anyway since no human ever touched her pussy at all.

I find myself grateful for the asshole of a husband she had who never touched her. I know he made her life difficult and caused everyone to think she was defective, but he also made it possible for me to be the one to teach my girl about sex. I’ll make sure Eden enjoys every moment and never thinks of it as a chore. I will always ensure that she gets at least twice as much pleasure as I do.

“How do you feel, Baby girl?”

She licks her lips. “Tight.”

I smile. “It’s going to be tight. I’m going to work your pussy open a bit more every day until you’re able to take my cock without it hurting.”

“Okay, Papi.”

She’s so obedient when it matters. I love this Little girl so much. Is she ready to hear those words? I don’t think she has the same understanding of love as other humans. I don’t think anyone ever loved her, nor did she ever love anyone else. It’s an emotion she doesn’t fully understand. I doubt she’s ever said it.

When I pull my fingers out, I suck her juices off them. No way am I going to wipe them on a cloth and waste her essence. There’s a hint of blood, but when I look down, I see it’s not much. I easily clean her up, put a protective ointment on her skin, and slide a new diaper under her.

“Does anything hurt, Little one?”

“No, Papi.”

“The yooka isn’t burning anymore?”

She shakes her head.

I finish up, unfasten her, and lift her into my arms.

She wraps her tiny legs around my waist and holds my shoulders, hugging me tightly.

I rub her back. “Did you like the feeling of the root oil inside your pee-pee hole, Eden?”

She shakes her head and leans back to cup my face. “No, Papi. It hurt.”

“But you did like it when I spanked your pussy.”

Her cheeks turn pink, and she shrugs. “Maybe.”

“If you want Papi to swat you sometimes with the crop, I will, but not as a punishment. It wouldn’t even be effective.” I narrow my gaze. “However, the next time I find your diaper dry and your bladder full, I will take you immediately to the clinic and have Thabo or Chadka put a catheter in you. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“I’m not going to bend on that issue. It’s not safe to hold your pee pee.”

“Okay, Papi.”

“Good girl.” I slide her to the floor. “Now, let’s get your hair up in pretty pigtails and go to the park. Do you want Papi to put it in braids and then do the loops?”

She smiles. “Yes, Sir. It’s so pretty when you do that.”