Page 12 of Reakrid (Daddies of Dagmon #1)

CHAPTER 11

REAKRID

I pour liquid into the cup and mix it with the powder. I’m making ink for Brunkils, Thrihon, and some who are learning how to tattoo. It is a tedious task, but one I love.

I can easily make a mistake and have to start over. Several times I’ve almost had to, as my mate, Mika, distracts me. But I wouldn’t change this for the world.

Mika is my world.

Without her, I am incomplete.

I take a few seconds to study Mika. She is lying on her stomach, coloring in her book while I work. I never thought my life was going to be like this, that I would find my baby girl, my Poliki Sanki to spend the rest of my life with.

Mika looks up and gives me a great big smile. “Hi, Papi,” she whispers.

“Hi, Aliki.” I wave.

Her eyebrows scrunch, and I can’t help but smile even bigger. Her every facial expression is so fascinating, and I love it. I can watch her for hours and hours and never get bored.

“What does Aliki mean?” she asks.

“It means sweets.”

“Can you teach me some of your language?” she asks.

My heart soars, and I nod. “Of course, Aliki. We can start practicing some today.”

“Thank you, Papi. I love you.”

“I love you, too.” I bend down and kiss her lips.

“You use another word that I can’t remember. I know Poliki Sanki means little one but there is another one that starts with a C.”

I stand up from my chair and walk towards her. “Hmmm, Amorikir?”

“No, but what does that mean?”

“Beautiful,” I reply, drawing closer.

“No, it wasn’t that one. Maybe it didn’t start with a C. I don’t know. I can’t remember.”

“Could it be Ikirri?”

She shakes her head, and I sit down next to her.

“No that’s not it either. What does that one mean?”

I rest my hand on her back, gently rubbing up and down. I love feeling her bare skin all the time, feeling the connection between us grow with every second and every touch. Mika hasn’t worn anything but a diaper since she arrived several weeks ago, and I think she has forgotten about it. I’m thankful because I love looking at her body whenever want.

I trail one of my other hands to her breasts, gently massaging them. She moans, tilting her head down as she takes a deep breath.

“Papi,” she moans. “Please stop. I want to know what Ikirri means.”

“Pay attention as I massage them. Papi isn’t going to stop.”

“I can’t!” she whines. “Not when you are touching me like this.”

“I think you can.”

I move another arm and palm her other one. Her breasts fit perfectly into my hands, like they are made for me. This is one moment I am thankful I have four arms.

“Papi,” she moans.

“Ikirri means baby. My Ikirri,” I whisper, giving her left breast a gentle squeeze.

“Still not it,” she moans, pushing her chest into my hands.

“I think you mean Caralirial.”

“Yes!” she yells. “Please Papi.”

I love how she looks, pleasure flowing through her body. Pleasure I am giving her.

“Do you need to come, Aliki?” I nip at her ear.

“Please, Papi. Please.”

I turn her to where she is on her back and remove her diaper.

“Such a pretty sight,” I murmur, leaning down to kiss her stomach.

“Papi.”

“I’ve got you,” I gently say. “Papi has you. Just relax and feel.”

She doesn’t like relaxing and feeling, but she is going to learn, even if it takes the rest of our very long lives.

I kiss up her thigh, laying occasional gentle licks. She squirms, trying to push her pussy closer to me.

“Ah-ah. Don’t be naughty. Lie still for Papi.” I stop playing with her breasts.

Mika whines and pushes her chest up into my hands.

“Mika,” I warn.

“Papi, I need you. I am so needy.”

“Let Papi take care of you. You just lie there and let Papi do his thing.”

Mika stays still, and I ease her legs further apart. I ever so lightly push my finger through her folds, teasing her.

“Papi,” she moans. “Please, Papi.”

I bend down and latch onto her clit.

“Ahhh! Papi!” she screams.

Ever so slowly, I ease one of my fingers inside her as I continue to suck on her clit. She clenches around my digit as I pull it out before thrusting it back into her.

Mika arches her back, but that doesn’t stop me. I continue to suck on her clit, nipping it every few seconds as I thrust my finger inside her.

“Papi!” she begs. “I’m so close.”

“Come for me,” I murmur against her skin. “Come for Papi.”

I add a second finger into her tight channel, curling them inside her and sending her over the edge. She cries out in pleasure as she comes. After letting go of her clit, I move my mouth and gently lick her, getting all of her essence.

“Such a good girl,” I whisper.

“Papi,” she mumbles.

“My good girl.” I gently ease my fingers out of her, sitting up to my full height so I can look down at her. Mika’s eyes are closed as she lies there. I pick her up and hold her close to me as I make our way to the rocking chair.

“Papi,” she mumbles.

“I’ve got you. Papi has you,” I murmur, sitting down on the rocking chair.

I hold Mika close to my body, rocking us. As much as I love eating her out and fucking her, I also love holding her like this. To feel her close.

“Papi?” she mumbles.

“Yes, Poliki Sanki?”

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Of course.”

Mika has her eyes closed as she rests against me. She is almost asleep, but something is bothering her to keep her awake.

“Poliki Sanki? What is it?” I ask.

“Why do you only allow one man to pick one woman a month?” She nuzzles her head into my chest.

I take a deep breath and slowly let it out. “Because it is in the contract with your people. But they keep sending more and more women, and the small compound is getting full. We also want to find our mates sooner, pick them sooner. But we can’t go against the contract or else your government will take all the women back.”

“I don’t think they would do that,” she mumbles. “I think they would just stop sending people.”

“But that would leave some of my men without mates, watching people who do have with jealousy,” I add.

It is a fine balance of trying to talk to their government about things and not have them pull women from the planet or stop sending them. Would we successfully be able to do it? We wouldn’t survive if they stopped this agreement, our own women had died years ago.

“What are you going to do about it?” she asks.

“We are trying to come up with a new contract to present to your government to allow us to have two or three men pick a female each month. Even if we picked three a month, there would still be plenty with how they are sending people,” I explain.

“Hmm, sounds tedious.”

“It is, and has been in the works for a month now, but we are getting there. I don’t think your government will have a problem, but they might want something in return, and I don’t know if we can do that.”

We are already keeping them safe from other species in the galaxy.

“What do you do?” She blinks several times as she studies me. “Give them food? Materials?”

“We keep them safe from other species.” I run my hands through her hair.

“Other species?”

“Yes, Aliki. There are other species in the galaxy besides ours. Some that are vicious, mean, and don’t care if they kill innocent people. The Thresins steal their brides.”

Mika grips onto me. “Don’t let them take me, Papi. Please.”

“You don’t have anything to worry about, Aliki. Papi is keeping you safe.”

She slowly relaxes into my embrace as I rock us.

“They don’t steal people who are already taken by other species, or they haven’t been from us yet,” I mumble the last part.

I have never encountered a Thresin before in person. They tend to keep to themselves, stay on their planet, and only going out to steal women.

“Good,” she mumbles.

“Sleep, Aliki. Papi is right here.”

Mika latches onto my nipple, making me groan as I try to think of anything but how good it feels and my erection growing. Does she know what she is doing to me?

I pat her bottom as she slowly starts to fall asleep.

“Papi loves you.” I bend over to kiss the side of her head.