“Purple.”
“Then maybe amethysts.”
She shudders. “I have amethyst earrings at my apartment.”
“I bet they’re beautiful,” I respond gently. She won’t be returning to her apartment.
“Olivia left without her grandmother’s earrings. Can we take them to her?”
I hesitate. It’s not customary for Little girls to return to their homes once they’ve been claimed. It’s not going to happen in this case either. There’s no way I would let her go back to her apartment. I would never risk something happening to her. Perhaps someone else could go retrieve a few things.
“I’ll see what I can do, Baby girl.” I lift the bottle once again. She needs the fluid and nutrition. “Can you eat for me now?”
She stares at the bottle. “Only babies take bottles on Earth,” she informs me. Something else I already know.
“I’ve heard. On Eleadia, Papis feed their Little ones. It’s one of the ways we show how much we care, Baby girl. Feeding someone is intimate and special. Will you let me feed you, Janie?”
Her lips are pink and bow-shaped. I can’t wait to kiss them. That’s for another time though. Right now, I need to get my girl well.
Her hands stray to her breasts again. I doubt she has any idea she stroking her nipples with her thumbs. She’s flushed and warm again.
As I hold her gaze, I watch her precious nipples in my periphery. Her sweet little fingers rub and tease them. My cock is so damn hard. Part of me wants to let her explore. But the other part of me knows that’s a slippery slope. The more time she spends with me, the more I prick her skin, the more formula she has, the more skin-on-skin contact…the more aroused she will be.
Janie’s arousal level is going to increase in the coming days to a constant low level she’s not accustomed to. If I let her masturbate herself now, it will be harder to break her of the habit later. Eventually she’ll be capable of making herself come from nothing more than nipple stimulation, and I prefer her orgasms belong to me.
She flinches when I lower her closest hand down to her side and roll her closer to me, trapping the arm against my torso. Somehow I manage to switch the bottle to my top hand and trap her free wrist against her with the arm I’m cradling her with.
She’s secure against me as I bring the nipple to her lips again. “Time to eat, Baby girl,” I encourage with a firm voice.
She sighs as she parts her lips and lets me slide the nipple inside. It takes her a minute to figure out how to suckle with her tongue wrapped around the nipple. Humans have forgotten this instinctive task over the years.
“That’s my good girl,” I praise as she gets the hang of it and swallows. “See? It tastes good, doesn’t it?”
She nods slightly and continues suckling.
I’m relieved. I was worried she might put up more of a fight, but she’s surely hungry and thirsty.
She’s precious. My world has flipped upside down. I’d heard about the first feeding and how impactful it would be, but I couldn’t understand what anyone meant until now. Until I’m here holding my forever Little girl in my arms, rocking her gently, feeding her the first of millions of bottles she’ll take in my arms.
It’s a powerful experience that would bring me to my knees if I weren’t sitting. I’m glad I’ve bathed her. She smells fantastic. I hate that she’s ill, but I’ll get her healthy in no time. I have to. There are no other options.
At that thought, Surgient comes back into the room. He’s been in the bedroom. I’d nearly forgotten him. I’m sure he’s been analyzing the data we took from her. It must not be too bad because his brow isn’t furrowed in concern.
Surgient nods for me to continue and takes a seat in an armchair to wait for me. He busies himself looking at his handheld computer.
I return my attention to Janie. Her eyes are drooping and her sucking is slowing down. I jiggle the nipple. “You need to finish the bottle, Baby girl.”
She whimpers and tries to turn her head away.
“It’s not optional, Little one. You need the entire bottle.” When she doesn’t resume sucking, I continue. “You need the fluids, Janie. Would you prefer I empty the bottle into your tummy with a tube down your nose?”
Her eyes pop open and she shakes her head.
“Those are your options, Baby girl.”
She continues sucking. Luckily there isn’t much left, and she finally finishes.
When I ease the bottle out of her little mouth and set it aside, she continues the sucking motion with her lips. It’s common. Little girls quickly learn to self-soothe by sucking.