Though none of the twelve of us are mated, we all remember life within our extended pride from before we left to establish our own separate pride. Our mothers and other females were not particularly modest. Perhaps they were at some point in their lives before they were claimed and mated to lion shifters, but that would have been decades ago. Over time, they stopped being concerned about their exposed breasts. Weather permitting, females in our extended pride would often be found shirtless.
For reasons I can’t understand, I don’t feel inclined to expose my mate to any of my brothers. I’m not interested in exposing even the soft swells of her breasts. Her body is mine. Mine to worship. Mine to protect. Mine to conceal.
As I head back into the house and shut the door, I return to my bedroom to rummage through my supplies. I find a soft shirt and set it aside. I’ll put it on her before I accept visitors or take her from the house.
For now, I’ll enjoy her skin against mine. We’re alone. I don’t intend to put her down anytime soon.
As I return to my spot in the living room, I can’t believe my good fortune. Sure, I have a million questions, and I’m worried about the answers, but one thing is clear. This petite female is my mate forever and always.
Chapter Three
Navin
When night falls, I’m forced to set my Little girl in the middle of my giant bed so I can take a quick shower. I’ve been holding her for hours, only releasing her a few times for not more than a minute.
I hurry through my nightly routine, lock up the cabin, and turn off most of the lights. I’m worried about my mate waking up in the dark and being afraid, so I plug in a nightlight to illuminate the bedroom enough for her to see her surroundings if she regains consciousness.
I try not to let myself be concerned about her deep slumberous state. She’s lost a lot of blood. She’s fine. She’s breathing normally. Though I do think she might be warm, so when I change her diaper, I guide her to one side and insert a thermometer in her bottom.
I’m not pleased that even that kind of violation doesn’t affect her. She doesn’t even clench her tight hole. When I see that she does indeed have a slight fever, I locate the suppositories and shake one onto my palm.
After coating my finger with lubricant, I push the pill into her rectum. Finally, I get a reaction. My girl whines as she reaches a hand back to push against my forearm.
It’s a good sign, and I smile with relief. At least she’s aware on some level that something has been inserted in her anus. That doesn’t mean I will stop, of course. She needs the medicine to help her body fight against infection.
Circling her small wrist, I guide her hand to her front and continue to hold the medicine as deep as I can reach into her bottom. I want it to fully dissolve and absorb into the lining of her rectum before I remove my pointer.
Her bottom is tight, and she grips my finger over and over with her muscles, moaning around the pacifier. Her heart rate elevates a bit from distress, but she calms again when I finally remove my finger.
I’m grateful to see her squirming as I replace her diaper. I also wrap gauze around her thigh to protect the wound. She took another bottle a bit ago, so her tummy is full. Hopefully she will rest easy and get some healing sleep. I’d like to see her eyes in the morning.
As is a custom among the people of my pride, I settle in the middle of the bed, spread my legs, and lift my mate to curl up between my thighs. We call it nesting. In the future, I will sleep naked, but tonight, I’ve left on my boxers. She’s diapered of course. She’s not capable of holding her urine in this semi-comatose state. I may insist on her sleeping diapered in the future, too, especially if it seems to help her rest deeper.
I’m warm enough without covers, but I pull a soft blanket over my mate as she gets comfortable between my legs. I know for a fact that this is the position every female in my extended pride sleeps in. I’ve seen my own mother snuggle in the V of my father’s legs.
Is it instinctive like suckling? I’m not sure, but my Little mate seems comfortable as she rests her head on my inner thigh, using it as a pillow. She even brings her arms up to tuck them under her chin. Every inhale through her nose is drawing my essence into her system. She’s so close to my cock that she will spend the entire night learning my scent and growing more drawn to me.
My Little mate is going to be so confused when she regains consciousness. It will take a lot of explaining for her to grasp what has happened to her and how many ways her life is about to change.
Not for the first time, I worry about what she’s left behind. There’s no returning. She’s mine now. I made a choice and claimed her to save her life. She will have no option but to accept my decision.
My mate makes a soft purring sound as she snuggles in closer to my cock, nuzzling against the stiff, cotton-covered shaft.
I prop myself up with a few pillows so I can watch her sleep and stroke her hair gently, hoping my touch will help her settle.
There’s no way I’ll be able to sleep for a while, not with her breath penetrating my boxers to warm my cock. I don’t mind how totally aroused I am. It’s life-affirming. I’ve experienced plenty of hard-ons in my life. I’ve taken care of myself with my own fist as often as I wanted, but things are different now. I’m suffering, but now is not the time to focus on my own release. My dick can wait. The next time I reach my peak, it will be sweeter than any previous release.
My Little mate rubs her nose along my length, keeping me hard, mesmerizing me with her instinctive need to nuzzle. I wasn’t sure if this would work, since she’s so totally unconscious, but apparently her state of consciousness is not affecting her magnetic need to inhale my scent.
When she’s in a deep sleep, I force myself to rest for a while. I’ll need to be sharp when she finally wakes up and opens her eyes. It’s not as though I would sleep through her moving around or whimpering. Even the smallest flinch on her part will jerk me awake.
And I’m right. I sleep hard for a few hours, but I’m fully awake again as soon as she starts rubbing her nose against my erection. Her pacifier is no longer in her mouth. She must have dropped it between my thighs.
My mate has one hand under her cheek, and the other is loosely wrapped around my cock. She’s restless, squirming around. Soft sounds escape her lips—a combination of whimpers, moans, and purrs. I suspect she’s experiencing several sensations that are causing her mind to jump around between dealing with the pain from her laceration, the building sexual arousal she must be experiencing, and a growing need to be as close to me as possible.
I wonder if she might awaken. It seems that way. I’m both nervous and excited. I haven’t met her yet even though I’ve claimed her as mine. There are a lot of things I know about my sweet girl, but there are far more things I do not have an inkling about.
I stroke her hair, letting my fingers thread through it as she continues to wiggle against me. I’m going to let her come fully awake on her own.
