Nanish smiles as he absently strokes the underside of my breast. “The agreement we have with Earth is finding mates in exchange for sharing our expertise with regard to improving the planet. The air quality on Earth is awful and declining by the year. Pollution is a serious problem in the air, the water, the soil, and everywhere else. The food is contaminated. Basically humans are ruining the planet, and if they don’t turn things around soon, it will be forever destroyed. Eventually it won’t be inhabitable.”
I nod slowly. “Yeah, that sounds about right. So Eleadians are there teaching our governments how to fix things?”
“Yes, but so far we haven’t seen many changes. Humans are stubborn,” Bamgin says.
I roll my eyes. “So true.”
Nanish kisses my temple. “We share similar expertise with other planets as well. Sometimes we learn something from them, also. Sometimes we barter for elements or resources. Bamgin and I work in that department.”
“And you were both able to take a year off?”
Bamgin nods. “The department is large, and a few years ago the council decided it would be in the best interest of everyone if government employees were gradually given leave to find a life partner. Having a mate improves morale and overall mental health.”
“I can see that.” I know my overall mental health has improved since I met these two.
Nanish leans me back in his arms. “One of our bosses, Zingar, was on Earth at the same time as us. He met his mate and returned to Eleadia a few days after us. He’s the one who brought the basketballs with him.”
I smile. “I’ll have to thank him someday.”
“You sure can, Little one. We’ll set up a playdate with his Little girl as soon as she has full mobility. She’s a few days behind you.”
I giggle. “A playdate… That’s so silly. It’s what we say on Earth when we bring children together.”
Nanish kisses my forehead. “Well, we say it here when we bring our Little girls together.” He lifts a brow. “Same difference, really.”
“Your babying customs are so odd.”
I don’t get to say more because Nanish plugs my mouth with the nipple. He jiggles it. “Suck, Baby girl. Relax in my arms and enjoy one of ouroddcustoms, being fed. After that, you can enjoy another one of ouroddcustoms. Having your diaper changed. After that, you can enjoy napping in your crib. After that, you can enjoy being stripped of your diaper so your Papis can show you yet anotheroddcustom.”
I shiver at his tone. I’m certainly looking forward to that last custom. I’ll never know if it’s odd or not since I’ve never had sex with a human man to compare it to. I don’t think I’ll ever feel like I’m missing something. In fact, I’m already certain that sex with Eleadians far exceeds any sex on Earth. I know this because foreplay alone is stupendous. Just being in the same room with my Papis makes me feel an arousal I never felt a single time on Earth.
They tell me it’s the bond we have. The serum they inject me with also affects my libido, but even when they haven’t injected me at all, I still feel a magnetic connection with them that humans never experience with other humans.
I’m theirs. I get it. It’s fated. We are bound for a lifetime, apparently centuries. I get to have these two men doting on me, taking care of me, feeding me, changing me, and taking me to playdates for the rest of my long life. I’d be a fool to complain.
I wrap my fist around one of Nanish’s fingers and stare into his eyes while I finish my bottle.
Bamgin rubs my thigh the entire time, always maintaining contact with me. When the bottle is empty, he takes me from Nanish, and I switch my intense gaze to his.
He doesn’t give me a chance to speak before he pops a pacifier in my mouth. Anotheroddcustom. Soothing, though. Sometimes I crave the rhythmic feel of the nipple in my mouth even when I’m wide awake, especially when I’m reading or exploring the many toys and games in my playpen.
I suck hard. It reminds me of people who chew gum as a way to keep from fidgeting. Is it really that different? Yes. It really is.
I don’t fight my Papi as he lays me on the changing table, nor when he stretches my arms over my head and secures my wrists. I whimper behind the pacifier when he fastens a strap just below my boobs. This time I’m experiencing the addition of my nipple rings as they sway against my breasts. The slight tug on my titties makes me horny all over again.
Bamgin guides my knees wide and restrains them in this open position, too. He takes his time. My Papis know how horny I get during this process. By the time he opens my diaper, I’m writhing and moaning. My pussy is swollen and soaked.
I wish they would have sex with me now. Why do I need a nap first? I’m not tired. I’m aroused.
Nanish is at my side, his palm smoothing over my tummy while Bamgin gently cleans my folds. This is when they let me come. My heart rate is soaring with anticipation. Being changed is the best part of every day. In fact, it’s one of the ways myPapis get me to use my diapers without complaint. The promise of orgasms will make anyone willingly pee themselves.
Wetting myself does not always land me on the changing table, however. I’ve learned that, too. Sometimes they like to make me squirm for a while. They say it’s good for me to toddle around in a wet diaper. It reminds me of my submission to them and builds the anticipation.
Bamgin rubs cream on my pussy, once again taking his time, teasing my folds, my clit, and even my bottom.
I moan and squirm, needing the elusive orgasm. It’s just out of reach. If they aren’t going to make love to me until after my nap, at least they can let me come. I’ve become a nympho since I met them. I don’t even care.
Nanish leans over to capture one of my titties in his mouth. The sensation is completely different now that he uses his tongue to flick around the piercing. I’m going to experience increased arousal from now on, both from the constant reminder of the dangling stones every time I move and the way my Papis plan to tease me.
