She gasps. “Of course. You’re the sexiest man ever.”
I smile. “You’re the sexiest Little girl ever too.” I nod toward her breast. “I love the contrast of our skin tones. It’s so erotic for my dark thumb to strum over your extremely pale nipple. These pink buds make me salivate.”
Suddenly I can’t wait another moment to suckle and prick her. I’ve waited long enough. Six long months and nine days. I need to taste her, but more importantly, I need to remind her how strong our bond is and how much stronger it feels when I prick her skin.
Janie squeals when I grab her waist and lower her onto her back against the couch cushions. I lean over her and wrap my lips around her perfect pink bud, flicking, sucking, nipping, and finally piercing.
My Baby girl makes the best sound in the world when my quill punctures her skin. She squirms so hard I fear she might fall off the edge of the couch. I secure her with a hand planted on the cushions, blocking her from falling.
I switch to the other nipple, treating it to the same, suckling harder, drawing her nipple into my mouth until it’s swollen and she’s writhing. The scent of her arousal fills the room. It’s heady, and my cock is harder than a gemstone.
Janie tries to escape my mouth, wiggling to free herself. It’s futile. She’s not nearly strong enough, nor will she be when she regains all her strength. Plus, she doesn’t really want to escape. Her skin is glistening with the thick pheromones of lust.
I prick all around her nipple, over and over, circling the little bud while I give her my serum.
“Papi… Oh God. I’m going to come.” Her voice squeaks. I love that she’s so close to orgasm. Hopefully after she reaches her peak from nothing but my lips on her pink nipple, she’ll begin to understand the bond better.
I haven’t even removed her diaper yet. She’s writhing from my lips on her nipples alone. It’s fucking hot. While I suckle and prick one, I pinch and twist the other nipple with my fingers. Her scent permeates the room.
“Papi…” She pushes against me as if to dislodge me, her moans musical. Suddenly, her chest arches off the cushions, causing her breasts to thrust higher.
She cries out as my quill nicks the tip of her nipple. Her body jerks and pulses as she comes in my arms without any contact with her pussy.
After one last flick of my tongue over her sweet bud, I lift my face. “You’re the most responsive Little girl I’ve ever seen.”
A slow smile spreads as she shivers while she comes down from her orgasm. “How many Little girls have you seen?” Her voice is sultry, laced with sex.
“All of the ones who live in this area. I’m one of two doctors,” I point out.
She stares at me. “Do you make them all come in your office?”
“Usually, yes.” I stroke a damp curl away from her forehead. “Medical care on Eleadia is very different from Earth. Sexual health is considered just as important as physical or mental health. They’re all linked. As a doctor, it’s important for me to make sure every Little girl is getting her needs met and address any issues.”
She shudders. “It’s kind of weird for me to think about you making other women come. We definitely don’t do that on Earth.” Her voice is wobbly. She’s unnerved.
“There are different factors at play on Eleadia, Janie. For one, I don’t see any Little girl without her Papi present. For two, when men on this planet bond with a female, it seals them to each other for all time. I don’t experience any kind of pleasure when I touch another man’s Little girl. It’s purely clinical. A doctor/patient relationship. Checking a patient’s sexual arousal is the same as taking their temperature or looking in their throat. In fact, until I found you, I had no understanding of the bond my friends have with their Littles. I saw everything from a purely clinical perspective. Now, I understand. It’s going to make me a better doctor and far more understanding.”
She scrunches up her nose. “It’s weird.”
I chuckle. “It’sdifferent,” I amend. “What’s weird is that no one pays any attention to anyone’s sexual health on Earth. Especially females. My research has informed me there are drugs and therapeutics to aid human males if they struggle to get an erection, but no one addresses the fact that many human females don’t reach orgasm. The fact that it’s a taboo conversation isweird—as you put it.”
She chews on her bottom lip for a moment before releasing it. “You’re right. That’s really weird. Women on Earth complain about the disparity, but no one ever does anything about it. It’s not something we often discuss with our physicians.”
I thread my fingers with hers and bring her tiny fingertips to my lips, kissing them and pricking each one, grateful she doesn’t pull away.
She’s breathing heavily when I lower our combined hands to my chest to hold hers over my heart. Her brow is furrowed in concentration. “It’s kind of backward.”
“What is, Little one?”
“On Earth, most societies have made great strides to reach some level of equality between men and women, albeit slow and not attained. But virtually zero emphasis is put on sexual health. Whereas here, your people are obsessed with ensuring your females are in excellent sexual health while granting no other equality in any other aspect of life.”
“Mmm.” I ponder her statement. “I don’t think this inequality you speak of is viewed through the same lens by us. No, you may not drive or go anywhere on your own, but it’s not because I don’t think you’re capable. It’s because our females are cherished by us and put on a pedestal. You’re now my top priority and will be until the end of my long life. The reason we don’t let our females out of our sight is safety and a constant fear that something might happen to them.”
“You’re so dominant,” she points out.
“True, but I can only dominate someone who wants to submit to me, right?” I want her to think about what I’m saying.
“Generally…” she hedges.