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Chapter Eight

Retmor

My Little girl shivers as I release the water from the basin and hurry to dry her off before wrapping her in another towel and lifting her into my arms. She might be a bit cold from the cool air hitting her wet skin, but she’s mostly in shock from experiencing her first orgasm and embarrassed from being naked.

I hold her close to my chest as I grab a bottle from the refrigerator and heat it up. Her very long hair is swaying loose around my arm. Some of it is trapped under the towel. I’m going to need to learn how to take care of it.

She has no idea what’s coming until I settle in the recliner and lean her back a few inches to meet her gaze.

“When did you last eat, Little one?”

She furrows her brow as if in thought for a few moments. “I had some toast this morning.”

I frown. “That’s all you’ve had to eat today?”

“I was… I was nervous about my plan. I couldn’t.”

I nod. “Okay. I’m going to feed you now.” I rock her for a few seconds before I bring the bottle up and guide the nipple to her mouth.

She flinches and stares at it. “What’s that?”

“A bottle, Little one.” I tap her lips. “It’s good. Try it.”

She keeps her pretty lips closed, eyeing the bottle.

“We have very different foods on Eleadia than you’re used to, Baby girl. The formula I will feed you for many months is tested and has proven to be the perfect combination of nutrients you need. Not one human female has ever had an adverse reaction to it. I won’t introduce our solid foods for quite some time, and when I do, it will be slowly to ensure you’re not allergic to anything.”

She shifts her gaze to me, but she loosens her mouth.

“Please, try it for me?”

She finally licks her lips and parts them.

I slip the nipple inside and smile broadly at her.

Eden takes a moment to settle the nipple comfortably in her mouth and then begins to suck.

My heart almost can’t take it. I’ve read about this moment. Every Papi talks about the moment they first feed their Little girl. If I weren’t sitting, it would bring me to my knees.

I’m here. Holding my girl. We have a long road in front of us. She is not like other humans. She has a lot to learn. But I have her. I found her. Fate saw fit for her to run from an unsafe situation today and right into my arms. I will cherish her for the rest of our lives.

Her eyes droop as she sucks. That’s good. She needs to nap, but I jiggle the nipple to encourage her to finish the bottle first. When it’s finally empty, she snuggles into me.

I take several minutes to rock her close to my chest, stroking her cheek, staring down at her pretty face. I can’t sit here like this forever. I need to diaper her before she wets herself. She might not, but there is always the possibility she won’t have full control of her bladder after all the times I pricked her skin and taking in her first bottle. Plus, she’s exhausted.

I finally rise, carry her to the bedroom, and gently lie her on her back. She whimpers and squirms as I quickly reach for a pacifier from the nightstand. When I pop it into her mouth, she settles.

Precious.

I leave the towel over her chest to keep her from getting chilled while I carefully slide a diaper under her and spread her legs. The hair on her pussy is soft and curly, but I need to remove it. I consider leaving it for the doctor to deal with after we reach the mothership, but that will just prolong what will already be a stressful visit for my girl.

So I grab the cream that will remove her hair permanently and spread it on her pussy. She makes little purring noises and wiggles some, but I gently hold her thighs open so that the cream can sit for several minutes.

Eden sucks harder on the pacifier. She’s out of it, though. Her hands are resting at the sides of her head, and she’s oblivious to the fact that I’m holding her legs open. I doubt she’s ever been in this position, so she really must be deeply asleep to not be aware.

And yet… How has she had sex without being in this position? It’s mind boggling. I try to imagine what sort of experiences she had with her husband. It would seem he never touched her breasts or perhaps even saw them. He definitely didn’t take the time to ensure she got any pleasure. I’m wondering if he even helped her get lubricated or if he simply took her dry. The thought makes me wince. That would be painful. I’ll ask the doctor to make sure she hasn’t suffered any damage from years of unlubricated sex. There could be scar tissue.

What did he do? Lift her skirt, fuck her, and then leave her? Maybe he took her from behind and didn’t even look her in the eyes. What an asshole.

I wipe the cream away as gently as possible and take a few minutes to examine my girl while she’s asleep and not so deeply embarrassed. Her pussy is pink and healthy looking. I’m no expert, of course. I’ve never seen a pussy before other than pictures. She looks like perfection to me. Her little clit is adorable. I can’t wait to suck it and make her writhe.

Apparently my exploration was a bit more than my Little girl could manage without rousing because she suddenly moans and arches her hips.

When I look up at her face, I find her staring at me. Her hands come to my head where I’m hovering over her. She opens her mouth, and the pacifier falls out. I doubt she’s even aware of it.

Her eyes are glazed. “Papi…”

I kiss her pretty pussy, making her arch higher and moan, so I drag my tongue through her folds and flick it over her clit.

“Ohhh…”

I like that sound. Her legs start shaking. I hold her thighs open and suck her clit, knowing she would fly into the air if I wasn’t holding her.

Her fingers dig into my scalp. I love it. I love her reckless abandon that tells me she’s mostly unaware of what she’s doing. I love how she tips her head back and moans loudly as I increase my efforts and suckle her stronger. I love how her chest bows off the bed when I flatten my tongue on her clit to drive her mad.

And lastly, I love how she screams as her orgasm consumes her, her voice echoing against the walls loud enough to shake all loose items.

Eden is panting as I release her. She doesn’t even bother to pull her legs together or cover her nipples. She’s a vision all sated with a huge smile on her face. “Papi…” The soft word is drawn out for long seconds.

I can’t stop watching her.

Eventually she slides a hand down to her pussy and touches it. “Where is my hair?”

“I removed it, Baby girl. So it won’t collect moisture in your diapers.”

She sighs and lets her hand fall back to the bed.

I grab the front of the diaper and pull it up over her pussy, fastening it at her hips while she still tries to catch her breath. When she’s secure, I press against her bladder.

Eden moans and lifts her knees.

“You haven’t peed for a long time, Baby girl. Relax your bladder.” I don’t know when she last peed, but I suspect it would have been before she left the compound. Hours ago.

She shoves at my hand, but she can’t dislodge me. She’ll never be strong enough to push me away. I ignore her attempts and continue to palpate her tummy where her bladder is until she finally groans and stops fighting me.

She holds her breath and turns her head away while she pees. Her submission is so precious.

“That’s my good girl. Let it all out.”

When she’s done, I pop her pacifier back into her mouth and quickly change her. After cleaning her soft folds, I apply diaper cream. She doesn’t argue with me, but her pulse kicks up as I touch her clit.

Precious.

Mine.

I cover my Little girl with a blanket and then scoop her up into my arms. I want to hold her while she sleeps. I don’t care how long she’s out, I want her warm body against mine, her soft breasts nestled against my chest. I want to listen to the purring noise she makes while she sucks and watch how she squirms every now and then to get more comfortable.

Every Papi has gone through this stage, but now I understand how very amazing each moment with my Little girl is. I’m grasping why Papis have so many strict rules and why they spank their Little girls’ bottoms when they misbehave and break those rules.

My primary concern in life is now keeping Eden safe from any danger, and that includes tripping over her feet, touching hot surfaces, climbing up onto furniture, and choking. I’m going to wrap her in bubble wrap and give her about a ten-foot range from me.

I get it now.