While the fight seems to have gone out of her, I pop the lid on the shampoo and pour some directly on the top of her head. I don’t want to release her, so I keep my other hand under her head.
Using my fingers, I gently massage her scalp.
Janie moans. Not the sound I hear when she’s in pain. This is different. She’s enjoying my touch. I’m glad because I already know I’m going to enjoy playing with her curls both in and out of the bath. If my Little girl likes to have her hair washed, I’ll gladly rub her scalp for as long as she wants.
I’m not sure she’s aware of the continued soft moans she’s emitting, but I’m pretty certain she doesn’t realize she’s stroking her skin with her fingers. She has one hand on her thigh and one on her tummy below her breasts.
I continue to run my fingers through her curls, making sure to wash off every remanent of whatever she’s ever used on her hair before. It will be even softer after I’m done. Eleadian shampoo is organic and much better for the skin. So is our soap.
I know Janie’s core temperature is still elevated, but her focus has shifted to the way her body is responding to me. I keep a close eye on her fingers as they stoke the underside of her breasts and the sensitive skin between her thighs.
I won’t let her touch herself like that ordinarily, but she’s totally unaware right now, and I don’t want to embarrass her, so I distract her by dipping her head back to rinse off the shampoo. When I lift her head back out of the water, I gently ease her hand away from her pretty breasts and lower it into the water.
She whimpers again. The sounds are making my cock harder than I’ve ever experienced. My own need to consummate our mating is growing. I won’t do anything about it while she’s so sick of course, but the need is present.
I dip a washcloth in the water and then use my free hand to pour body wash on the soft material before resuming her bath. Arms first, then legs. After I rub her tummy, I slide the cloth up to stroke her breasts.
Janie arches her chest upward as she grabs my wrist with one of her tiny hands. I seriously doubt she would be moaning so loudly if she realized what she was doing.
After leaning her forward to wash her back, I settle her once again mostly under water and ease the cloth down to my final destination—between her legs.
Janie clamps her thighs instinctively.
“Spread your knees for me, Baby girl. Let Papi finish washing you.”
She bites into her bottom lip and tips her head back as she parts her shaky thighs.
I slide the washcloth over her folds, careful to ensure I don’t miss any part of her skin before finishing up by reaching lower to wash her bottom.
Janie is panting as I finish, but her skin feels cooler to my touch. Hopefully the bath has helped her fever. I release the stopper in the bottom of the basin and lift my Little girl out of the water, wrapping a towel around her as I do so.
I don’t care that I’m getting myself wet. I don’t care that her hair is dripping. I need her against my skin again, chest to chest. I hold her tightly against me as I dry her body and hair.
When I turn toward the living room, I find Surgient already has a bottle ready. He’s shaking it and nods toward the recliner. As I settle against the cushions, Surgient takes the wet towel from me and hands me the blanket.
I tuck the material around my Little girl’s bottom half, but I want to be able to look at her. All of her. After smoothing a damp curl from her forehead, I take the bottle from Surgient and bring it to her lips.
Janie blinks her eyes open and looks at what I’m holding.
“You need fluids and nourishment, Baby girl.”
“That’s a bottle,” she points out.
“Yep. That’s how we feed Little ones on Eleadia, Baby girl.”
“What is it?”
“A special formula just right for your body.”
“Can’t I just drink it?”
“Let Papi feed you, Little one,” I encourage.
“I don’t need you to feed me. I can do it,” she protests further.
“I know you can, but now you don’t have to. Papi will see to all your needs.” I’m well aware of every possible argument Janie will have in the coming days. Eleadian men do not arrive on Earth uninformed. We have extensive training to know what to expect and how to handle every complication.
I know human females are used to a level of independence we don’t relinquish on Eleadia. It’s not because we don’t respect our females or think them as lesser. It’s because we worship and adore them and do everything in our power to keep them safe.