Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45203 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45203 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
As soon as I’m more comfortable, I gather my precious Little girl in my arms and carry her to the kitchen. “I’m going to feed you now, Baby girl.”
She snuggles into me. She’s acclimating so quickly to her new world, not even complaining about her exposed chest or diapered bottom. Since I’ve already warned her about the formula, she’s not surprised when I settle in an armchair, cradle her against my bare chest, and rub her lips with the nipple.
“Open for me, Baby girl.”
Her pink button mouth opens, and she accepts the bottle, suckling immediately. She’s probably extremely thirsty and in need of calories after everything she’s been through.
Watching her feed is an experience all on its own. I get to hold her and feed her like this for the rest of my life. It may be a while before I let her have any solid foods, if for no other reason than the fact that this time together every day will be bonding.
Every time she suckles, I’m drawn deeper under her spell. My heart nearly stops when she wraps her entire fist around my pinky. I can’t stop staring at the contrast between our skin tones. It’s so fucking sexy.
Allisa’s eyes droop as she finishes the bottle, and I immediately replace it with a pacifier.
She becomes more alert as she suckles the new nipple that has nothing coming out of it. She frowns and lifts her hand to grab the small ring at the front of the binky.
I circle her wrist and stop her from pulling it out. With a firm look, I shake my head. “I want you to take the pacifier, Baby girl. It will calm you when you’re sleeping so I don’t have to continually inject you.”
She whimpers and thrashes around in my arms.
I hold her small wrist out of the way and press a finger against the shield over her lips. “Suckle, Allisa,” I order. Her little rebellion is adorable, and I know it won’t last long. She likes to obey me. I just need to be firm.
She’s doing so well, accepting each new thing I introduce. This is just the next hurdle.
Still whimpering, she finally begins to suck. Her defiance is precious. It’s never particularly strong. Part of her mind tells her not to accept things that are foreign to her, but the other half of her brain insists she conform. That side wins every time.
Her eyes grow heavy again, and she eventually goes slack in my arms, sleeping peacefully, her lips working hard to suckle the pacifier.
I knew the device would be right for her. In fact, I suspect my Little girl will need more coddling and a deeper level of care than most human females claimed by Eleadian mates. I’ll speak to the doctor about my suspicions when we get to the mothership.
It’s hard to put her down, but I must. She needs to sleep while I speak to the club owner, Zack. He’ll have John inform her parents and her roommates that she won’t be returning. This is how things are.
Human females often come to Club Zoom simply because they’ve heard about the tall alien men. Most of the females have no interest in being chosen. Nor do they expect it to happen. When it does, they’re shocked and disoriented. They may even put up a fight, but eventually the bond growing between the human and her Eleadian mate lures her in undeniably, helping her accept her fate.
When I have everything settled on Earth, I scoop my sleeping girl into my arms and head for the pod on the roof. Riand is waiting for us, and Allisa sleeps through the short trip. She doesn’t stir until I already have her details entered into the system and we’ve entered the exam room where Dankin will evaluate her health and approve her for the six-month trip to Eleadia.
Allisa purrs as she comes awake, her eyes blinking several times as the memory of her circumstances returns.
I pop the pacifier from her mouth, allowing her to speak.
“You’ve been napping for a while. We’re on the mothership now, Baby girl. Dankin is going to examine you and clear you for the trip home.”
She looks around, her gaze landing on the doctor.
Dankin smiles warmly and strokes her little foot. “Welcome to the mothership, Allisa.”
She glances at me.
I tap her nose. “Remember your manners, Baby girl. What do you say to Dankin?”
Her cheeks pinken as she turns her head back toward the doctor. “Thank you, Sir,” she whispers.
I kiss her forehead. “Good girl. I expect you to respond politely when someone addresses you.”
Her body quivers, but her pussy creams at my demand. She’s so very Little.
“She seems to be adjusting well,” Dankin comments as he pats the exam table.
“Yes. I suspect her inner Little is much younger than some human females. She has never acted on this side of her, but she’s craved it for some time.”