The artificial means we use to relieve ourselves on Eleadia are satisfying but not nearly as fulfilling as we will experience now that we have a warm body to share our lovemaking with.
Bamgin strokes her hair from her face. “Such a good girl,” he repeats. We can never tell her that enough. “Let your Papis take care of you, Little one.”
She licks her lips. “What’s a Papi?”
He smiles. “It’s what Little girls call their mates on our planet. It’s an endearment.”
I reach for the bottle and return it to her lips. “You need to finish the formula, Little one. Then we’ll let you rest while we wait for Riand to pick us up in the pod.”
She sighs as she parts her lips, the drama of it not lost on me. I want to chuckle, but I refrain. As she resumes suckling, Bamgin takes the bottle from me, nodding toward the nightstand.
I know what he’s communicating, and I ease out from under our girl to circle the bed and open the drawer. As expected, I find a pacifier. The moment the bottle is empty, Bamgin removes it, and I replace it with another nipple.
Margaret frowns and once again lifts her hand, managing to grab on to the soothing device before we can stop her.
Bamgin is quick, though. He slips a finger up to hold the pacifier in her mouth while I draw her arm away and kiss her fingers. “The pacifier will help you self-soothe, Baby girl. You need to rest now. Suckle the nipple. I promise it will calm you.”
I’m slightly impressed when she gives up the fight and sucks for us. Her body relaxes, and her eyes droop. When a human female finds out she’s fated to one of us, the next several hours are very stressful. She’s exhausted from being bombarded by so many new experiences. We’ve also pieced her skin several times. The formula is filling her belly and helping lull her to sleep.
As her breathing evens out, Bamgin eases out from under her.
I help turn her sideways on the bed. She whimpers as I lift her torso a few inches so Bamgin can slide a diaper under her, and her eyes open when I part her legs and pull the front of the soft sumach material between them. We’ll need to remove her pubic hair and coat her pussy with diaper cream, but that can wait until she wets herself the first time.
While I secure the only article of clothing she’ll ever wear for the rest of her life, Bamgin kisses her cheek. “Sleep, Baby girl.”
She squirms, whining behind the pacifier. It’s expected. Human females are not accustomed to being diapered. It’s foreign to them, and each female rejects the concept to a varying extent. We’re prepared.
Bamgin lifts her hand to his lips and kisses her fingertips, glancing at me before he pierces her tender skin.
She whimpers again, giving a slight tug to her hand, but he holds her small fingers tighter. Seconds later, she slips into a deep sleep.
After piling pillows up on either side of our mate, I follow Bamgin to the living room. I don’t shut the door, and the two of us only step far enough away to avoid disturbing her. We keep her in our line of sight. If she so much as sighs deeply, we’ll be back at her sides in a heartbeat.
Bamgin runs a hand through his hair. “Well, this is unexpected. It makes sense, though. Now I know why I was here six weeks without meeting my mate. I wasn’t just waiting for her to arrive. I was also waiting for you.”
I nod. “It would appear so. But you’re not angry?” I ask again.
Bamgin shakes his head. “Not at all. It’s obvious this is Fate’s choice for us. It was always our destiny. Stunned—yes. Angry—no. You?”
“Not at all. In fact, I’m wondering how other men manage their new Little girls on their own. Seems like we’ve needed four hands and two heads several times already,” I joke.
Bamgin chuckles. “True. What are you visualizing for our future?”
I shrug. “Obviously we need to combine households. Either choose one of our homes or move into another. I can’t picture any scenario where we pass her back and forth sharing her. I’d go mad if she was out of my sight even for an hour.”
“I agree. That’s not an option. It’s not as though we need more space than either of us currently has. Maybe a larger bed.”Bamgin laughs. “She’ll sleep between us, cocooned and loved. She’ll be the most sated Little girl on Eleadia from taking both of us just as often as other females accept their mates into their bodies.”
I glance at where she’s still sleeping, knowing Bamgin injected her with a serum to help her rest deeply. A visual forms in my head. “She’ll take both of us at the same time. We’ll work on stretching both her pussy and her bottom so that she can do so.”
Bamgin is smiling when I glance at him. “I’m glad you’re picturing that, too.”
Relief floods me. We’re on the same page. “Do you think we should move her to the mothership while she’s asleep.”
Bamgin nods. “I think it’s a good idea. I know I’ll feel a lot better after Dankin examines her. And ten times better after he fixes her.”
“Agreed. I’ll have Riand bring the pod.” I pull out my phone and message him as I speak.
Bamgin rubs his chin. “Your home is closer to government headquarters than mine. Plus I bet your nursery is further along than mine.” He smirks. “I left an empty room, thinking to deal with it during the trip back. Oddly, it felt like I would jinx myself if I came to Earth fully prepared to return with a mate, and for the past few weeks, I’ve wondered if I had actually jinxed myself bynotbeing prepared.”
