Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45093 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45093 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Chapter Three
Navin
When night falls, I’m forced to set my Little girl in the middle of my giant bed so I can take a quick shower. I’ve been holding her for hours, only releasing her a few times for not more than a minute.
I hurry through my nightly routine, lock up the cabin, and turn off most of the lights. I’m worried about my mate waking up in the dark and being afraid, so I plug in a nightlight to illuminate the bedroom enough for her to see her surroundings if she regains consciousness.
I try not to let myself be concerned about her deep slumberous state. She’s lost a lot of blood. She’s fine. She’s breathing normally. Though I do think she might be warm, so when I change her diaper, I guide her to one side and insert a thermometer in her bottom.
I’m not pleased that even that kind of violation doesn’t affect her. She doesn’t even clench her tight hole. When I see that she does indeed have a slight fever, I locate the suppositories and shake one onto my palm.
After coating my finger with lubricant, I push the pill into her rectum. Finally, I get a reaction. My girl whines as she reaches a hand back to push against my forearm.
It’s a good sign, and I smile with relief. At least she’s aware on some level that something has been inserted in her anus. That doesn’t mean I will stop, of course. She needs the medicine to help her body fight against infection.
Circling her small wrist, I guide her hand to her front and continue to hold the medicine as deep as I can reach into her bottom. I want it to fully dissolve and absorb into the lining of her rectum before I remove my pointer.
Her bottom is tight, and she grips my finger over and over with her muscles, moaning around the pacifier. Her heart rate elevates a bit from distress, but she calms again when I finally remove my finger.
I’m grateful to see her squirming as I replace her diaper. I also wrap gauze around her thigh to protect the wound. She took another bottle a bit ago, so her tummy is full. Hopefully she will rest easy and get some healing sleep. I’d like to see her eyes in the morning.
As is a custom among the people of my pride, I settle in the middle of the bed, spread my legs, and lift my mate to curl up between my thighs. We call it nesting. In the future, I will sleep naked, but tonight, I’ve left on my boxers. She’s diapered of course. She’s not capable of holding her urine in this semi-comatose state. I may insist on her sleeping diapered in the future, too, especially if it seems to help her rest deeper.
I’m warm enough without covers, but I pull a soft blanket over my mate as she gets comfortable between my legs. I know for a fact that this is the position every female in my extended pride sleeps in. I’ve seen my own mother snuggle in the V of my father’s legs.
Is it instinctive like suckling? I’m not sure, but my Little mate seems comfortable as she rests her head on my inner thigh, using it as a pillow. She even brings her arms up to tuck them under her chin. Every inhale through her nose is drawing my essence into her system. She’s so close to my cock that she will spend the entire night learning my scent and growing more drawn to me.
My Little mate is going to be so confused when she regains consciousness. It will take a lot of explaining for her to grasp what has happened to her and how many ways her life is about to change.
Not for the first time, I worry about what she’s left behind. There’s no returning. She’s mine now. I made a choice and claimed her to save her life. She will have no option but to accept my decision.
My mate makes a soft purring sound as she snuggles in closer to my cock, nuzzling against the stiff, cotton-covered shaft.
I prop myself up with a few pillows so I can watch her sleep and stroke her hair gently, hoping my touch will help her settle.
There’s no way I’ll be able to sleep for a while, not with her breath penetrating my boxers to warm my cock. I don’t mind how totally aroused I am. It’s life-affirming. I’ve experienced plenty of hard-ons in my life. I’ve taken care of myself with my own fist as often as I wanted, but things are different now. I’m suffering, but now is not the time to focus on my own release. My dick can wait. The next time I reach my peak, it will be sweeter than any previous release.