Chapter 11

Chapter Eleven

Six months later …

Ganrax

It’s night when I finally step into my home, holding my Little girl in my arms. She’s still asleep, and I’m so eager to see her pretty brown eyes. I’m not eager to face her wrath, though. I’m certain it won’t be pretty.

She should wake up soon. It’s been long enough, but every Little is different. Some awaken from stasis so fast they aren’t even off the transport vessel. Others need several more hours.

Ava is sucking hard on her pacifier, but that tells me nothing. She’s been sucking it almost nonstop for six months. I’m not sure I’ll be able to pry it from her. Even in stasis, she was distressed enough to squirm around and suckle hard as though she needed the comfort.

She’s going to be hungry, so I drop my bag in my bedroom and head for the fridge to grab a premade bottle. My place is spotless because a cleaning crew came in earlier in the day to air everything out and prepare for my arrival. That’s part of the service provided for males who are gone a year to claim a mate.

After I warm the bottle, I stroll toward Ava’s nursery. I stand in the threshold looking around. I’m the one who set it up before I left, but I’ve nearly forgotten what I chose. Ironically the room is a lovely soft pink color that will match the morganite stones I’m convinced will look perfect on Ava’s nipples.

I have no idea if she will like pink or not, but I suspect no matter what color scheme I chose, she will tell me she hates it. Except in a brief conversation she would have overheard between me and Dankin, I didn’t have a chance to explain to Ava what to expect when she awoke.

I’m braced for drama, though it can’t be too bad at first. She won’t even have the ability to speak. She will, however, have enough understanding to be furious and let it be known with her eyes.

The great room is illuminated by a small lamp on an end table, and I set the bottle there before sitting in the recliner where I will most often sit when I hold and rock Ava. I situate her so she’ll be as comfortable as possible, careful not to let her head loll back too far.

I stroke her soft skin, staring down at her. She’s here. She’s finally here. My Little girl. My mate. The female I will spend the rest of my life with. She’s mine to cherish and protect, to love and worship, to discipline and spoil.

Hard times are ahead, but I’m confident in a few weeks, things will fall into place. I did a lot of reading on this subject on the way home. I was worried about her defiance and how stubborn she is. Was it at all possible that Fate made a poor choice?

My research indicated that Fate does not make mistakes. Fate also does not choose any mates that aren’t suitable for life on Eleadia. It’s not that any random human female could make the transition. There are millions who don’t have the temperament.

Apparently there are also millions who are perfectly suited for a deeply submissive life on another planet, but it takes some longer to accept their new life.

My Little girl is undoubtedly one such female.

I stroke her cheek before I lean her back a bit so I can admire her breasts. They’re slightly fuller than when we left Earth. She needed more calories than she’d been getting. Her tummy is rounder and her thighs aren’t as skinny. I’ve often wondered as I watched her fill out more if she’d been eating too little.

It’s possible. My studies indicate that of the many ridiculous customs among humans, they have an odd fixation with body weight and image. Many humans, especially females, starve themselves in order to fit what they perceive as the perfect mold.

The craziest part about humans striving to look a way that’s unnatural is that they do it to attract the attention of the other gender. Females diet and keep their bodies too skinny in order to catch the eye of males. Maybe that in and of itself wouldn’t be so strange, but the relationships females and males create on Earth are so incredibly flimsy it’s mind boggling.

Earthlings rarely mate for life, and their lives aren’t even that long. They make promises to each other, and then they don’t keep them for more than a few years.

I know intellectually it’s because they lack the fated connection or even the influence they can achieve with the simple prick of a quill. It makes me sad for humans.

Even though I know Ava is going to struggle at first to accept her new life, she will come around. She will be my precious Little girl. She will eventually smile and laugh and come to me with open arms. Hopefully for a few centuries.

As for nutrition, we don’t have problems with obesity on Eleadia because we don’t have processed foods. We don’t eat animals. Our foods are far more nutritious and healthier than the crap I know people eat on Earth.

For a long time, I will only feed Ava the formula that’s been specifically produced for incoming Littles. We don’t like to rush our females to begin solid foods, and even when we do, we do so cautiously to make sure they aren’t allergic to anything. So far there have been no instances of a female developing an allergy to our foods, but we are still diligent and careful.

Ava whimpers, and I shift my attention to her face, smiling at her so that when she finally opens her eyes, the first thing she sees is my smile. She makes several attempts to blink before opening her eyes.

I rub her cheek. I know she won’t have control over her body at all yet, but she will have all of her sensations. She can feel my touch. “Hey, there, Baby girl. Welcome home.”

Her eyes roam around as she struggles in my grasp.

I stroke her bare arm. “Don’t try to move. You won’t have muscle control yet. Your body will need about two weeks to fully regain its muscle mass.”

She stops sucking, and I think she’s fighting to push the pacifier out of her mouth.

I pop it out and watch as her lips tremble. “You’ll be able to speak in a few days, Little one, and gradually you’ll learn to roll over and sit up. In no time at all, you’ll be on your feet. I promise.”

Somehow my feisty Little girl manages to convey a look that says she’d like to stab me and leave me for dead, but I ignore it. I lift up her bottle. “You must be hungry. Let’s get a bottle in you before you fall asleep again. You’ll sleep most of the time while your body acclimates. Mostly we’ll be operating on a schedule of feeding, changing you, and sleeping for several days.

When I tap her lips, she stares at me with wide eyes. I hate that she can’t communicate with me even if it’s to tell me to fuck off. I want to hear her voice, and I don’t like her feeling quite so isolated and out of control.

The bottle slips into her mouth, and she suckles instinctively. She can’t help it. She’s conditioned to suckling, and she’s hungry.

While she’s eating, she fills her diaper. I’m grateful for that, too. It’s a good sign. All her internal organs are waking up.

It’s a mixed blessing watching her feed. She’s so precious to me, and yet her eyes convey such frustration. I want to make it all go away and skip forward about a month to a time when I know she will have adjusted and be skipping happily at the park with Mia and the other Littles the two of them will meet.

I have to remain patient and remember she’s far more frustrated than I am. She’s furious.

For four days, I do nothing but feed my Little girl, change her diapers, and watch her sleep. I’m pretty sure she’s reached a point where she’s sleeping intentionally because she doesn’t want to face reality. I’m equally sure she’s not making an attempt to speak for the same reason.

On the second day, I took her to the clinic for a checkup. The doctors, Chadka and Thabo, both met her and were pleased with her progress.

On the fifth day, she has not spoken a word yet, and I know she’s capable, so I gather her up, settle her in her stroller, and secure her with buckles. “We’re going to the clinic this morning, Little one.”

She furrows her brows and arches her entire body forward as I tighten the five-point harness. I had no idea she had that kind of strength. I did suspect she was holding back, but not this much. She’s demonstrating a lot of strength in her effort to buck against the straps.

I smile at her. “Ah, so you have gotten some of your mobility back.” I pluck the pacifier from her mouth. “What about speech? Is there anything you’d like to say to Papi?”

She growls and looks away, twisting her head so she’s staring at the side of the stroller.

I lean in and kiss her forehead. It’s the most intimate I’ve been with her since we arrived. I won’t pressure her to experience pleasure while she’s not able to sit up or crawl. It can wait.

The fact that she’s so strong firmly solidifies my belief that she could speak if she were willing. “Here’s the thing, Ava. You need to meet certain milestones. You should have regained your ability to speak by now. Since you have not, I’m taking you to the doctor. I will take you every single day if I need to because it’s concerning.”

She scowls.

I tap her nose. “My primary concern is always going to be your health and safety. If you’re not progressing physically or emotionally, then you need medical attention. I have no choice but to assume you’re either too stubborn to speak because you’re frustrated with your situation or you secretly enjoy numerous trips to the doctor.” I shrug nonchalantly. “I know how aroused you get when the doctor spreads your bottom open wide with the probe. Perhaps you’d benefit from a deeper rectal exam today. I can request a deep enema. Do you know what an enema is, Baby girl?” I know she does, but I’m hoping the suggestion will snap her out of her stubborn refusal to speak.

She twists her head to the side again, not willing to look at me.

I pretend she needs an explanation. “An enema is when the doctor puts a long tube up inside your bottom and fills it with a cleaning solution. You’ll hold it for a while and then release it. Little girls who get as aroused as you do from the probe often enjoy the thorough cleaning of an enema.”

She shakes her head.

“No? That doesn’t sound like fun?”

She turns to face me and stares at me with daggers coming out of her eyes. She lowers her gaze to my hand, which is holding her pacifier, and reaches out.

Ah, so she has far more mobility than she has let on. Interesting since she has done nothing to strengthen herself.

I have an idea. “If you can say one word to me, we won’t go to the doctor today. It can’t be no, and it has to have at least two syllables and be understandable. If you’re too stubborn to utter a single word, you must really want your bottom cleaned out.”

This is going to backfire on me if I’m guessing wrong and she’s truly not able to speak, but I’m confident she’s just stubborn.

She draws in a deep breath, glances toward the sliding doors in the kitchen that lead out to the backyard, and licks her lips. “Outside,” she says, clear as day.

I’m beaming. It’s the first time I’ve heard her voice since the night I met her. I’ve missed her so much. “Outside? You want to go outside?”

She nods without looking at me.

“So, you don’t want an enema today?”

Her cheeks turn pink as she shakes her head.

“Okay, then. I’ll cancel the appointment, and we can go outside.” I’ve taken her out there every day since we arrived. I stand to push her stroller out the back door. “I bet you like the colors, huh? There are so many more colors here than you have on Earth, and they are so vibrant. How about if I put a blanket down in the grass so you can lie on it and look around? Papi will do some work on the patio while you soak up the sunshine.”

I jog to my office to grab my computer before rolling the stroller outside, unfastening her, and lifting her out to settle her on a blanket.

When she reaches out toward me with one arm, opening and closing her hand, I know what she wants. I consider making her ask for it, but I already told her she needed to speak just one word, so I put her pacifier in her palm.

The naughty girl brings it right to her mouth without help. She’s been playing me. Next, she points at the sun and then her naked chest.

I frown while I try to figure out her sign language.

She points at the sun again before covering her breasts with both hands.

“Ah, you’re worried about sunburn. You won’t get burned here. Your formula has properties that naturally protect your skin from the sun, Baby girl. You never need to worry about getting burned.”

She stares at me, blinking as she processes my words, still covering her breasts.

I kneel next to her, grab her wrists, and gently guide her hands to her sides. “You don’t have to worry about the sun, but you do have to worry about Papi spanking you if you can’t keep your fingers away from your little titties.”

Her eyes go wide, and she stops the vicious sucking.

I bend over and kiss each nipple before lifting my gaze to hers again. Now is as good a time as any to tell her about the tradition of nipple piercing. “That’s a hard rule, Baby girl. Your pretty nipples will always be exposed and sensitive. You kept your eyes closed the entire time we were at the clinic the other day, so I don’t think you noticed this, but Eleadian males adorn our mates’ nipples with gemstones. I’ve already spoken to the jeweler, Ekert, about choosing stones for you. As soon as you’re more acclimated and mobile, I’ll take you to get these titties pierced.” I kiss them again and flick them each with my tongue.

Ava arches her chest, whimpering as she shakes her head. Even though we’re outside in the open air and she’s wearing a diaper, I can smell her arousal.

I continue my explanation because I enjoy her physical reaction, including the fact that her nipples are rock hard points. “Remember how it felt for Papi to prick your titties the night we met? The wash of arousal that consumed you? Well, imagine what it will feel like to have little hoops dangling from your precious buds all the time. Papi can just lean over and lick them to drive you wild. The tiny open hole will constantly be susceptible to my saliva.”

She tugs on her arms with surprising strength. I can’t tell for sure if she’s angry with me or not because she’s about to come. If I touched her clit right now, she would reach orgasm instantly. That’s how potent her arousal is.

“Hmmm. I think the thought of getting your titties pierced makes you hotter than the thought of having your bottom cleaned out. I’ll remember that.” I release her and rise to leave her with her thoughts and internal turmoil.

She’s at war with herself. I’ve spoken to enough Papis to know the signs. She’s not the first Little girl to arrive on Eleadia and feel such deep resentment. Everyone assures me she will not hold out forever. She can’t.

Her body is aligning more with mine every day. She won’t be able to ignore the pull. It’s powerful. I can feel it growing every day, too. In addition, I haven’t taken my cock in my own hand or used any artificial means to reach orgasm since we arrived. I want to, but I’m waiting for her. She’s not getting relief, so I’m not either.

“She can’t hold out forever,” I mutter to myself as I sit down on the patio and open my laptop. I should be writing, but it’s difficult to focus on the words when all I want to do is watch my Little girl squirm on the blanket.