“If it’s important to you, we can ask him,” I respond. “But I suspect it will be best to wait until we get home. By then you’ll be fully healed, and we won’t have to worry about hurting you.”
“That’s six months from now,” she groans.
Nanish kisses her knuckles. “You won’t know about the passage of time, Baby girl. For you it will be as if you went to sleep for a nap and woke up minutes later.”
“Really?” Her brow is furrowed.
I nod. “Yes. It will be an excruciating long journey for us because we’ll spend all that time staring at your sleeping body, unable to see your eyes or talk to you. It will seem like an eon.”
She winces. “And then when I wake up, I’ll really be too weak to even talk?”
“Yes, Little one. We’ll help you get stronger every day,” Nanish tells her.
I find it fascinating how the two of us are seemingly in sync with each other. Before tonight, we were friends and coworkers, but since discovering we are fated to claim the same female, we’re finishing each other’s sentences as if we’re connected in some telepathic way.
We’re not, of course. It’s not as though I can hear Nanish’s thoughts. It’s more like I can simply anticipate what he will say and vice versa. Perhaps it’s simply a matter of both of us instinctively knowing what needs to be shared with our mate.
She resumes staring at the ceiling, not saying anything for long seconds before drawing in a deep breath. “I’m so aroused. It won’t stop. I’m tingling in places I didn’t even know needed attention. I’m craving things I never dreamed about.”
My chest is tight. I hate that we can’t please our Little girl in every imaginable way. “We know, Mags. We feel the same. Ipromise we’ll pleasure you some more before we leave as soon as Dankin gives us the all clear to do so, and we’ll resume pleasing you on Eleadia as soon as you have the verbal skills to ask.”
Mags throws one forearm over her eyes. “I must be heavily drugged or something, which is keeping me in a deep sleep because there’s no way I’m lying naked on a bed with two men I met an hour ago in a club. And I know there’s no way inhellI’m begging them to have sex with me.”
I turn to kneel beside her, plant my hands on either side of her head, and lower myself to kiss her gently. “Mags, you’re our world. We want you just as badly as you crave us. It’s fated and out of our control. It will never go away. The pull will only grow stronger. You will never have to beg either of us to please you. We intend to fill your needs several times a day for the rest of our lives. All three of us just need a little patience as we navigate the next few hours and then the first few weeks on Eleadia. As soon as you have full mobility, we’ll consummate our bond over and over. I promise.”
Our girl’s stomach grumbles with excellent timing. Nanish slides off his side of the bed. “I’ll grab a bottle.”
Margaret’s brows furrow as she looks at me. “A bottle?”
“It’s how we’ll feed you for a while, Little one. Bottles of formula. It has all the nutrients you need to stay healthy. After some time, we’ll gradually start introducing foods from Eleadia to ensure you have no allergic reactions to anything.”
She’s speechless, probably processing what I’ve told her while I scoot toward the head of the bed and pile up the pillows. When I have a comfortable nest built for the three of us, I return to tuck my hands under my Little girl’s back and lift her up higher on the bed, propping her up against the pillows.
Her breath hitches the moment Nanish returns to the room. “You meant that literally. A bottle. With a nipple.”
Nanish joins us on her other side, shaking the bottle. “The nipple helps control how fast you drink, Baby girl. It’s not good for your tummy to guzzle. The hole is just right to slow you down. It’s healthier.”
I guide her sideways so she’s reclined in my arms.
Nanish gently lifts her legs over his thighs and leans over to stroke her lips with the nipple. “Open for me, Little one.”
She reaches up to wrap her hand around the bottle, but I circle her wrist and lower her arm. Kissing her forehead, I say, “Let us feed you, Mags. It’s instinctive. We want to take care of you in every way. It’s our custom.”
For a few seconds, I think she will fight us. It’s not uncommon. She doesn’t fully understand all the ways we intend to care for her. We’ll gradually introduce her to our way of life, but we have to start somewhere. Bottle feeding her is a good launching point.
My heart lurches when her lips part. She lets Nanish slip the nipple into her mouth.
“Good girl,” I praise. “Suckle for us, Little one.” I continue to hold her hand out of the way. Her other arm is trapped along her side against me. It’s helpful that Nanish is able to hold the bottle.
I can feel her pulse pick up as she feeds. She’s submitting beautifully. Some Little girls accept their new life and our customs easier than others. I have hope that Margaret won’t fight us too much.
“Such a good girl,” Nanish reiterates.
She whimpers, squirming a bit in my arms, enjoying the praise. When her eyes grow heavy and her sucking slows, Nanish jiggles the bottle. “Finish all of it, Baby girl.”
She whines a bit, trying to turn her head away to dislodge the nipple.
Nanish reaches up with his free hand to cup her face, securing her head in the crook of my neck. “You need to finishthe formula, Little one,” he commands, his voice firm. “We’ll feed you exactly the amount of formula you need for your size.”
