Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
I shiver from the exposure and anticipation. I’m not scared. I know these men will never hurt me. I know it in my soul. I’m their universe. And they are mine.
It’s still hard for me to wrap my head around the fact that these two aliens from a faraway planet chose me over everyone in Club Zoom. They picked me and rescued me from a fate that makes me shudder every time I think about it or have another nightmare.
Maybe that’s not exactly what happened, though. They didn’t choose me. Fate did. They’ve explained that to me multiple times. Fate intended for the three of us to be together perhaps from the beginning of time. Fate is influencing all of us—that and the wicked quill behind my Papis’ teeth.
Would they look at me through rosy glasses if they weren’t being coerced into doing so? There’s no sense dwelling on that depressing thought because it doesn’t matter. They do adore me no matter what the reason. Neither of them ever looks at me with disgust. They don’t badger me about my weight.
In fact, Skarg is currently letting his gaze roam up and down my body, licking his lips as if I’m a delicacy. “So gorgeous,” he mutters. Eventually he scoots back a few inches. “Roll over, Baby girl. Crawl onto Kafran’s lap.”
I obey him, breathing heavily even though nothing has happened yet. No one has touched me anywhere I crave. They haven’t even lingered when they’ve cleaned my pussy and bottom while changing my diapers.
I can tell by the predatory gleam in Skarg’s eyes that all bets are off now. It’s been two weeks. I’m back to my full strength. The doctor will clear me for most activities tomorrow, but as I roll over and rise onto all fours, I lift my gaze to find Kafran staring at me with the same look I just saw on Skarg’s face.
Lust. Desire. Need. Desperation. I feel it, too. I hope this spanking will lead into something more.
Chapter Ten
Skarg
Damn, our girl is so fucking sexy. We’ve known this for over six months. We were well aware of her appeal the night we met her. But watching her roll onto her hands and knees and crawl the short distance to Kafran makes me drool.
Her ass is so perfect I want to reach out and grip her white cheeks with both hands and squeeze. Her thighs, too. Soft. Creamy white.
I shift my body to one side so I can watch her amazing tits sway as she crawls. She’s not as self-conscious about her body around the two of us anymore. But I hate the way she tenses up when someone else is going to see her.
The only people who have truly examined our Little girl are the doctors, Thabo and Chadka. We’ve walked by the park a few times, but from that distance no other Little girl could have seen enough of Mercy to form an opinion.
I’ve researched Mercy’s concerns extensively, and I’m extremely confident the other females will not make fun of her or in any way insult her. Her body image problems are earned. She’s spent a lifetime being bullied by cruel people who should have had her best interests at heart.
Part of me is grateful for those who treated my Little girl poorly because had it not been for her running from their hateful words, she wouldn’t have come into Club Zoom.
Kafran and I have spoken to Thabo and Chadka privately over the phone. We’ve been feeding our Little girl the perfectly balanced formula for six months, and her body is the same, which means she’s exactly the size she’s supposed to be. The doctors agree with us.
If there were some medical reason why we should do something to help Mercy change, we would do so. But no such rationale exists. She’s perfect just the way she is, and we adore her.
I can’t even imagine her in a different body. My Little girl came to me in this package, and I wouldn’t want her any other way.
Kafran reaches for her and helps her climb over his thighs.
She whimpers adorably as she lowers onto her tummy, letting her soft breasts hang on one side of Kafran’s thighs.
The urge to reach out and fondle her nipples is strong. It’s been that way for two weeks, but I’ve refrained from touching her intimately until now. We wanted her to be fully in control of her body before we started pleasuring her. Lord knows she’s been through a lot. We never wanted her to feel like we were forcing her to accept our touch.
Kafran grabs a pillow and stuffs it between Mercy’s knees, making her look over her shoulder, eyes wide, mouth hanging open. “What are you doing, Papi?”
“Keeping your legs open so you can’t grip your thighs together to try to get relief from your pussy.”