My heartbeat picks up as I’m finally able to see more of my mate. She’s stunningly gorgeous. Now that her hair is no longer confined, it spreads around her like a halo. Thick brown waves. I can’t wait to run my fingers through it.
Her skin is so pale it’s nearly translucent. I want to memorize every inch of her. I need to see more. All of her.
Glancing at Skarg, I find him as mesmerized as me, staring at her, his mouth open in awe. He reaches for her hands and gently lifts them over her head. “Don’t hide from us, Baby girl. You’ll never cover your gorgeous body again.”
She whimpers as he restrains her wrists against the mattress. Her pheromones fill the room. She’s aroused, which pleases me and tells me that the slight restraint is affecting her.
Skarg grips her combined wrists with one hand and uses the other to roll her slightly toward him.
Taking his cue, I reach for the clasp of her bra at her back and release the hooks. It’s strapless, so I easily tug the plain white garment away from her and discard it with the dress.
Mercy draws her knees together and attempts to lift them as if she might be able to conceal her breasts and belly. She won’t, and we’ll train her not to even try. It will take time, but eventually she will know she is beautiful. Every inch of her.
She doesn’t fight me as I push her knees back down, hook my fingers into the elastic of her panties, and quickly strip them off her body, leaving her naked and finally gloriously exposed to our view.
Beautiful is too mild a word for how stunning she is. Her breasts are full and heavy. Her tummy and thighs are soft and smooth. I’m sure her bottom is, too. I want to nuzzle every inch of her, kiss her until she feels as gorgeous as Skarg and I know she is.
It’s incomprehensible that anyone ever told this precious girl that she was less than perfect. The sight of her makes my cock throb.
She gasps when I set my hands on her knees and push them up and out wide. “Papi…”
“Let us look at you, Little one. You’re so unbelievably pretty. If I weren’t already on my knees, I would drop to them now.”
Her cheeks pinken, and I hate that tears trail down her temples. “Don’t say things like that,” she mumbles. “You don’t have to placate me. I’ve seen myself in a mirror.”
Skarg leans over her, bringing his face to hers. “There’s something wrong with your mirrors if you don’t believe you’re absolute perfection, Baby girl. You’ve also been surrounded by very cruel humans. I want to kiss you now. I assume the man who didn’t deserve you kissed you a few hours ago at your farce of a wedding ceremony, but I’m going to erase his lips and replace them with mine.”
“He didn’t,” she whispers. “He kissed my cheek briefly before telling me he never wanted to put his mouth on mine.”
My jaw tightens. Eleadians are not a violent species. We rarely anger, but I’ve felt pure rage toward the man who harmed my Little girl with his abusive actions and words for most of her life. I hope he drives off a cliff later tonight.
But we’ll never know his fate. It doesn’t matter to us anymore. He’s dead to our girl. She’ll never deal with the likes of him for the rest of her life. We will coddle and protect her, love and worship her. We will treat her like spun gold because that’s what she deserves.
I watch as Skarg lowers his lips to hers, claiming her mouth in a way that will silently promise her the universe. I love how she opens for him, whimpering adorably as he licks the seam of her lips, demanding entrance.
Skarg’s tongue tangles with hers before he gently sucks, drawing her in, dominating her.
Her essence is intoxicating. The soft curls covering her pussy are wet from her arousal. While she’s drunk on Skarg’s kisses, I lower my mouth to her pussy and drag my tongue through her folds.
Luckily, I anticipate her reaction, and I grip her inner thighs firmly, because my Little girl bucks her pelvis off the mattress.
Holding her tighter, I feast on her cunt, sucking, licking, teasing.
Our girl moans into Skarg’s relentless mouth, the sound so loud and precious that my cock threatens to explode in the tight suit pants I’m wearing. I should have taken them off before we stripped our girl, but there wasn’t time. She needed our full attention. Pausing to change clothes hadn’t been an option.
I want to reach for her breasts, but if I let go of her thighs, she will writhe and try to close them. In an ironic twist, I’m grateful there are two of us. As I glance up, I find Skarg setting his free hand on her soft belly before sliding it up to cup one of herbreasts. The globe spills around his fingers, the soft flesh making me want to suckle her nipples.
Her arousal consumes me. I’ll never get enough of her scent or taste. I could devour her for hours.
When a low groan escapes her mouth, I thrust my tongue into her tight sheath. My Little girl’s body stiffens as she lifts her bottom a fraction. And then she comes. Her pussy pulses against my mouth as she gives me more of her essence. Gushes filled my mouth, and I swallow every drop.
The moment she winces, I release her pussy but not her thighs. She won’t close herself off from us. Not ever.
I find Skarg grinning as he stares down at her.
Her eyes are closed, but she’s panting, and her lips curve up in a smile. We’ve pleased her. She’s such a delight and a blessing.
Skarg clears his throat. “Do not ever doubt how deeply we feel for you, Baby girl.”
