Chapter 4

Chapter Four

Ganrax

The last half hour has been the most stressful in my hundred and twenty-five years. I’m certain the next several months will be just as trying. Well, not the six months while my Little girl is in stasis in the transport vessel, but I have no doubt she will wake up just as feisty and furious as she is now.

All that matters, right this moment, however, is her last two words. I’m not going to turn her down. Without hesitation, I lower my lips to hers and kiss her with all the emotion I’m feeling for her. I don’t hold back. I plunder her mouth, demanding entrance and then sucking her tongue until she moans.

The sound makes my cock so hard that it’s going to be difficult to hold back. I will, though. She isn’t ready to see the size of my erection let alone take it into her body.

Her tiny hands come to my hips and then slide up my body, making me wish I wasn’t wearing this stupid suit. It’s part of the arrangement. Eleadian males come to the club every night dressed in immaculate suits. I suppose they give a certain impression to the human world.

We don’t wear anything like this at home. The most we ever wear are loose black pants. Rarely shoes. Never shirts. Clothing is not something we concern ourselves with on Eleadia. The temperature is perfect year-round. There is no need for more, and we don’t use clothing as any sort of status symbol. It’s practical and nothing more.

Ava is insatiable, returning my kiss with just as much driving need as I feel. Her hands slide under my suit jacket and push it off my shoulders.

I reach back and help her, dropping it to the floor before yanking on my black tie next. For a female who told me just moments ago that she didn’t want to have sex on the first date, she’s tackling the buttons of my dress shirt as though she’ll expire without getting it off me.

This frenzy was not in my plans. I knew I would feel it, but I hadn’t expected to act on it, nor had I understood how powerful it would be.

I need to look at her, so I release her lips and put a few inches between us. While I finish unbuttoning my shirt, I watch her squirm. She’s so aroused that it’s consuming her and causing her to forget how frustrated she was with me just moments ago.

Her dress is tiny. It barely covers her bottom to begin with, and it has inched up her body enough that I can see the black lace thong she’s wearing under it. I want to push the dress off her body and tug that thong down her sexy legs with my teeth. Her strappy heels can go last.

It’s heady knowing that once I remove these three items from her body, she will never again wear clothing. She has no idea that after I unwrap my present, it will remain unwrapped for the rest of our lives. The only thing I will permit her to wear, starting now, will be a soft absorbent diaper.

Introducing her to that last concept is going to be a battle. I’m well aware it’s a battle for every single Eleadian male. Human females are not accustomed to being coddled and cared for by their mates. They thrive on misplaced independence and demand to be treated as though they are dominant.

Perhaps on Earth, females are capable of that level of dominance in some cases. Maybe even a lot of instances. But that’s not the Eleadian way. No matter how hard Ava protests, she will eventually learn that submitting to me has rewards she’s never dreamed of.

I will treat her like a princess, but it’s going to be a challenge teaching her to accept that. Very challenging.

As I tug my shirt off my arms, leaving my chest bare, I also kick off the uncomfortable dress shoes.

My mate is licking her lips as her gaze roams all over my chest. Eleadians are not vain by nature. We don’t compare ourselves to others. We haven’t had females on our planet for over a century, so no one alive today has any recollection of what it was like for our parents and their parents. Perhaps things were different. It’s possible the females, centuries ago, vied for the attention of the males. Did they compete? Did they primp themselves? Did the males have any sort of hierarchy?

Recorded teaching indicates there has never been such a thing on my planet. According to historical documents, matings have always been fated. There was never any reason to fight over a man or take any measures to get someone’s attention. Either the two were fated or they were not.

Ava can’t grasp that concept, and it will be a long time before she does. All I can do is woo her until she softens to the idea.

Arousal is leaking from her pussy. I can smell it. The air is permeated with her need. As if she can no longer maintain eye contact with my chest, her head lolls back and forth. Her slender legs are parted, and she fists her hands at her sides and lifts her hips, offering herself to me.

Every inhale is a struggle. I’m losing the battle to keep my pants on. I need to win that battle, though, so I don’t touch the button or the zipper. Instead, I set my palms on my Little girl’s inner thighs, press them open wider, and bring my lips down to kiss the inside of her thigh.

She cries out, breathing heavily. “Ganrax…”

I lift my head. “Papi, Little one. Call me Papi.”

“Please… I need…”

“I know you do, Baby girl. I’m going to give you what you need. You’re going to call me Papi.” I’m being demanding, but she needs to understand that’s how it will be. There will be times when I manipulate her into doing something by withholding sex to get it. It’s not nefarious. It’s in my nature.

Eleadian males are powerful Dominants. More powerful than any Dom she may have encountered on Earth. More powerful than any book she’s read. It’s who we are. It’s in our blood.

We aren’t cruel. Never. We’re just wired to dominate. The task ahead is proving to Ava that she has a submissive in her and coaching her to let that sweet Little girl out.

I will win this war because it’s unavoidable. She might fight me, but she will really be fighting herself. In the days and weeks after our arrival, she will feel the bond between us growing stronger every day. She will crave my touch even if she’s able to verbally deny it.

Eventually she will give in to the magnetic pull. I can’t wait for that day. For today, all I can do is take this opportunity, while she’s delirious with desire, to show her how good I’m going to make her feel for centuries.

She’s moaning and supple beneath my palms, and her scent is intoxicating. Even though I’d love to wash off the other scents, her own is pushing through with such force that I’m able to block out the unwelcome perfumes and artificial scents.

I slide my hands higher, pushing the tight, stretchy material of her dress over her hips. When her thong is fully revealed, I stare at it for several moments, mostly so I can get my craving under control. I feel like one of the vampires humans describe in their fiction novels.

My mouth is watering with the need to consume her, but I take my time, lowering my nose to the gusset of her panties.

She screams as I barely stroke the tip of my nose over the sensitive bundle of nerves I know is her pleasure center—her clitoris. I tease her, not pushing the material out of the way no matter how badly she squirms or whines. I’m waiting for her to obey me.

“ Papi ,” she finally shouts.

“That’s my good girl.” I grab the thong and pull it down her legs, leaving her bare.

A sudden sense of modesty takes over, and she brings her legs together as I drop the soaking scrap of black material. It’s okay. I ignore the way she’s clenching her thighs and take the time to push her dress up her body. Slowly. Painstakingly slowly.

When her breasts pop free of the tight material, I stifle a groan. She’s so unbelievably perfect. I want to drop to my knees and worship her. My voice cracks as I say, “Arms up, Baby girl.”

She arches her chest off the bed as she obeys me. This is the only time I will open this sweet package, so I savor every moment. I kind of like the way I’ve slowly revealed every inch of my Little girl. It’s not something we do on Eleadia, and I’m seeing the appeal. Human males are onto something here. They get to unwrap their prize over and over again.

The problem with human males is that they don’t appreciate their prize the way my people do. They aren’t capable of it. They don’t have the fated attachment that makes their mates irresistible and their matings permanent.

I feel sorry for humans. They never in their lives feel the way I feel right now. Ava feels the same because I’ve pricked her skin and because she’s meant to be mine. She felt this draw even before I touched her.

As I whisk the dress away, her hair fans out around her. I can smell her desperation, but it’s tinged with hesitation. She’s holding on to a thread of uncertainty. Or perhaps it’s defiance.

She lowers her hands to her breasts, shuddering as she covers them. Her eyes are wide and glassy. She’s breathing heavily as she protests. “Oh, God. What are you doing to me?”

I gently circle her wrists with my fingers and draw her arms up beside her head on either side, exposing her fantastic breasts to my view. It’s a view I’ll see most of the time for the rest of my life. I can’t wait to adorn her dusky nipples with gemstones. They will be stunning.

“Ganrax…”

I lower my lips to hers, kiss her gently, and then whisper, “Papi.”

She shudders adorably.

I nibble a path to her neck and around to her ear, the opposite ear from the one I kissed earlier. I can feel her pulse, and I lick the spot that calls to me. If I nick her right here, the effect of my serum will be even faster. She’ll be writhing in seconds.

Is it fair? It doesn’t matter. It’s the way of my people. If I have to use my quill to help my Little girl see reason, I will.

After another swipe of my tongue along her pulse point, I quickly pierce her skin.

She cries out before sucking in a deep breath and holding it. Her body bucks off the bed. I have to hold her wrists firmly to keep her from flying off the mattress.

Her knees are pulled together and drawn up. They’re in my way. I gently bite her earlobe before whispering, “Spread your legs for me, Baby girl. Open yourself for Papi.”

My cock stiffens further when she obeys me. She’s making the most delightful noises, and I’m aware she needs relief. I’m going to give it to her. Always. Millions of times. Starting now.

I lower my lips to her breasts and suck one of her precious buds into my mouth. As I flick my tongue over the captured nipple, she writhes and moans. When I switch to the other one, she arches it up, offering it to me.

I blow on it, making her whimper. I want her to recognize her submission and accept it. It’s going to be challenging, but I will gradually coax it out of her, starting with demanding every ounce of her submission when she’s most vulnerable and needy.

“Do you want Papi to suck this needy little titty, Baby girl?”

Her moan is deeper, and she arches her chest higher. “Please…”

“Please suck my greedy little titty, Papi.” I know from previous males who have come to Earth and returned with their mates that certain language is triggering to their human females. One of those words is titty. It’s not just another word for nipple. It has connotations that draw out a female’s Little girl.

“Oh, God…” She squirms, trying to pull her legs together, but I’m leaning between them now. She can’t close them. Her knees grip my hips, but that’s as far as she can move.

I flick my tongue over the distended bud and blow on it again, beyond grateful for every ounce of education I’ve had about human females and the fact that I did not skim any section of information.

My Little girl’s pussy is soaked, and the strong scent of her arousal is salivating. I want my mouth on her pussy. I want to suck her essence into me. I want to taste her, eat her until she can’t focus on anything but my mouth. I want to do so until I’ve wrung several orgasms out of her and she’s unable to move a muscle.

“I know you need my mouth on your titty, Ava. It felt so good when I did the first one. The other one is desperate to experience the same thing.” I flick it again.

She cries out in frustration. “Please… Oh. God. Please…”

“Please suck my naughty little titty, Papi.” I alter my words just a bit. The longer she holds out, asserting her will, the more I will increase her embarrassment. I think this is harder on me than her. I blow a long breath against her nipple. “Such a stubborn Little girl. The words are right on the tip of your tongue. All you have to do is tell Papi what you need, and I’ll give it to you.”

“Papi…”

We’re making headway. “Mmm?”

She squirms harder, not fully grasping that she’ll never be able to wiggle free from me. Not if I don’t want her to. “Papi…” She licks her lips. Her next words are barely audible, but she says them. “Please suck my naughty little titty, Papi.”

The shudder that follows those words is even better. She’s affected by her submission. I don’t make her wait. I lower my mouth and suck her nipple in hard. Her heart is racing as I graze my teeth over the swollen bud, and I don’t waste the opportunity to prick her skin, letting my quill pierce right at the base of her precious nipple.

It’s quick and over so fast she might not fully realize I’ve punctured her again. It’s enough to cause a feral moan of pleasure to escape her lips.

For a moment, I think maybe she reached orgasm, but then I realize she has not. The scent of her need is still heavy in the air, and I’ve watched a hundred videos to know what a female looks like when they come. She’s not there yet, but she will be soon.

Releasing her sweet bud, I continue down her flat stomach until I reach the apex of her pussy. I know her clitoris is here, nestled under the pretty hood I can see.

I need two more arms, though, because she’s writhing violently in an effort to escape my attention. If I hadn’t read about this odd human characteristic, I wouldn’t have been prepared for her to work so hard to get away from the inevitable. Videos were even more telling. It seems the majority of human females like what they refer to as “the chase.” They like a little force and some bondage. Some of them need it in order to orgasm.

I can’t be sure what Ava will need or crave in the future, but for this moment, she’s making it clear that she needs a bit of force. I lift my head to study her for a second. It’s mesmerizing, watching her try to squirm free of the very thing she so desperately craves.

She’s not going to be able to keep her legs parted for me, so I drag her wrists down, and double up, pushing her knees open with the same hands, pinning her wrists against her inner thighs.

Her chest lifts off the mattress again. She’s pinned, spread open, and restrained. And so unbelievably needy.

I shouldn’t be surprised. I’ve pricked her three times. But she smells so good. She’s like a feast spread out before me, and my need to taste her is growing. Her need to be tasted is even stronger.

“Please, Papi…”

I nuzzle my nose along her folds. She’s completely shaved. My education informed me she could have been shaved or not. Human females are all different on their grooming preferences. Apparently Ava likes to keep her mound bare. That’s good. It will always be bare from now on.

Her skin is so soft. I want to savor this moment, and I keep inhaling deeply, drawing more of her essence into me. She’s a drug, and I’m already addicted. I lift my face a few inches so I can look at my Little girl’s pussy. Soon I will be so very intimate with every inch of her inside and out, but I want my first real look.

“Papi… You’re teasing me. I need your mouth on me.”

I smile. I like that she can ask for what she wants. I focus on the top part of her pussy where I know her most sensitive tiny nub is hidden under the little fold of flesh called the hood. Below that are her labia, soft folds that cover her vagina, the location where I will eventually insert my cock.

I’m aware it will be tight. No matter how many human men she’s been with, none of them would have been as endowed as me. But this is not a consideration for tonight. Right now, I just need my Little girl to come apart while I watch and taste.

I drag my tongue between her labia, gathering up her sweet arousal and flicking over her clit.

She cries out. The sound of her enjoyment reaches into my soul. My only experience with females is from videos and books and the poor excuse for an imitation of the female pussy we have on Eleadia to slake our needs without the warmth of a real body.

“ Papi ,” she screams.

I suck her tiny pleasure nub into my mouth and torment it with my tongue.

Her entire body stiffens for several seconds before she moans so loud it surprises me. Her pussy pulses against my mouth. I’m swallowing her first orgasm. Well, probably not her first, but the first for me.

While she’s still writhing and panting, I lower my focus to her cunt, driving my tongue into the tight channel, forcing her to accept more. I’m nowhere near done sampling her.

“Papi…” The word is weak. She writhes against me, trying to free herself. I won’t let her. I want her to come again. This time I want her tight cunt to grip my tongue.

I’m aware the word cunt is slightly taboo on Earth, but I kind of like the way it sounds, and it seems fitting for how taboo this entire mating is going. I’ve basically coerced my mate into begging me to pleasure her. I’m not sorry. I would do it all over again. Her mind has settled, at least temporarily. She’s not arguing with me.

If I had my hands free, I would part her folds and look more closely, learn her body, but I can’t release her because I can’t trust her to let me continue. Next time, I’ll restrain her some other way. It’s obviously something she enjoys.

I wish I could get my fingers closer to her pussy. If I could, I would thrust one or two into her while I torment her clit, but she’s struggling so hard against me, and I know she’d wiggle completely out of reach if I let go of her wrists.

Her heart rate grows faster and faster while her breathing becomes more labored. I push her relentlessly, reaching as far into her as I can with my tongue between sucking and licking.

When I trap her clit again and drag my teeth over it, she arches. I know how to make her tip over the edge. One prick… That’s all it would take. Should I do it?

Why not? I’ve already pierced her neck twice and her nipple, so I isolate the swollen bud with my teeth and let my quill enter right above her clit between the bundle of nerves and the hood. It’s quick. She might not have noticed since my teeth are on her. But it’s effective. She comes immediately, her screams of pleasure filling the room.

Thank goodness these apartments are well insulated and soundproof. I wonder how many other Little girls have screamed out their pleasure after being claimed in this building, in this apartment, and even on this bed.