When he’s done, she lifts her chin.
Skarg sounds emotional when he speaks. “Perfect. Yellow, blue, and green to represent me, Kafran, and our union.”
Chapter Sixteen
Mercy
I can’t believe I consented to having my nipples pierced. If someone would have asked me three weeks ago if I would ever get my nipples pierced, I would have told them hell to the no. Never. Granted, it’s been over six months, but in my mind it’s been two weeks since I met these two men who claimed me as their own and saved me from an unimaginable fate.
We’re back home now, and I’m standing in the bedroom, staring at myself in the full-length mirror.
“What do you think?” Skarg asks from behind me.
“I think I’ve lost my mind,” I joke.
Kafran chuckles. He’s next to Skarg also at my back. “That’s okay. We found it.”
I giggle, which makes the stones sway against my breasts. I’m loathe to admit it, but I think my nipples look prettier with the hoops than they did without. Maybe I’m just making that up, but I don’t care. I need to learn to see myself through new eyes, so I’ll start by admitting the stones are very pretty.
I let my gaze roam down my body and back up. It’s not something I’ve done since I arrived here. Hell, it’s not something I’ve ever done. I’ve avoided mirrors for many years.
I knew I wasn’t attractive because everyone told me so. For that reason, I stopped looking in mirrors. But what if they were wrong? What if I’m pretty?
“You’re stunning,” Skarg says softly as if he can read my mind.
“Absolutely gorgeous,” Kafran agrees.
I stand taller. I’m not even wearing a diaper because I wanted to see myself naked, and my Papis let me. “Maybe I’m just soft.”
Kafran sets a hand on my hip. “In all the right places that make me drool.”
Skarg grips my other hip. “Soft and sexy.”
I meet their gazes in the mirror. “Are you going to make love to me now?”
“Yes, Little one. If you’re ready.” Kafran kisses my shoulder.
“I’m ready.”
Skarg scoops me off the floor and rushes to deposit me on the bed with a bounce. It makes me laugh because that’s the same thing Kafran did at Ekert’s house when I made the decision to get my nipples pierced.
“On your knees, Baby girl,” Skarg demands. “We want to look at you.”
I spin around and rise onto my knees, exposing myself to their gazes. It’s surreal. I’ve spent most of my life envisioning a night when I would be forced to give my virginity to a pig of a man who didn’t deserve it and would have been cruel to me. Dick wouldn’t have done a single thing to make it nice for me. I would have gone years if not my entire life without knowing what it would feel like to orgasm or be truly loved.
In a twist of fate, I happened to be only a few blocks from Club Zoom when I jumped out of my matrimonial limo at a redlight and took off running. Was I always meant to do exactly that? Skarg and Kafran seem to think so.
Now I have two men instead of one asshole. Both of them are looking at me as though I hang all the moons in the universe while they remove their pants, exposing their huge erections. I know why they made me wear that thick plug all day. They only took it out when they removed my diaper a few minutes ago. I’m suddenly grateful for the way it stretched my bottom because one of the two shafts in front of me is going into my tight rear hole in a few minutes.
“We’ve never talked about birth control,” I say, grateful to have the one brain cell working. “Do you have condoms?”
Skarg shakes his head. “We don’t need any form of protection, Baby girl. We don’t carry any diseases, and our species aren’t compatible enough for us to impregnate you.”
I stare at them for a few seconds, trying to process what he just said. “Really?”
Kafran nods. “Human females cannot get pregnant from our species.”
Suddenly I realize I’ve never seen a baby or a child since I’ve been here. Relief overwhelms me to the extent that I shudder. I’ve never voiced my concerns about having babies, but I’ve thought about what their expectations might be several times. I have no interest in being a mom. I never have. I was meant to be a human incubator for Fredrick’s babies, and the thought always made me queasy. Now I’m finding out neither of my men has plans to get me pregnant. It’s not even possible.
