Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45093 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45093 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
I’m grateful for thinking ahead as I gently clean my mate’s soft skin with a warm washcloth and mild soap. I’m careful around her injury, and I take my time.
It’s no hardship staring at her body. She’s perfection. When I’m done washing her, I decide to spread her legs and shave the tight curls from her pussy. She’ll be diapered for the time being. I want to keep moisture away from her skin as much as possible to prevent her from getting an infection.
Her pulse is stronger since I claimed her, but she’s still completely unconscious. It’s easier this way. Being careful with her injury, I position her knees wide and remove her pubic hair without her fretting over the simple act.
My experience with humans and females is limited, but I’m aware that they can be modest and uncomfortable with their nudity. My girl isn’t likely to be pleased when she finds out I’ve seen her naked without her consent, but it can’t be helped, and a part of me isn’t sorry that I have this opportunity to stare at her soft curves and admire every inch of her while she’s completely relaxed.
I’m careful as I shave her pussy, forcing myself to focus on my task and not get distracted by her scent and the view of her pink folds.
When I’m finished, I take far more time than necessary to examine my mate. My cock is harder than it’s ever been as I part her labia and lift the hood from her clit. The little bundle of nerves is a darker pink and wet even in her unconscious state.
I mustn’t continue down this path. There will be time to explore every inch of her inside and out later. For now, I need to get fluids in her and nurse her to health.
From my bin of supplies, I remove a diaper and ointment that will protect her tender skin. She’s so out of it that she never flinches while I apply the cream and wrap her in the soft absorbent material.
I shift my attention to the wound on her thigh. It’s no longer bleeding. I’m impressed with how well I stitched her, considering the fact that I was high on her pheromones at the time.
Deciding to leave the wound open to the air, I gently wrap my mate in a blanket and lift her, cradling her against my chest. I know she’s average-sized for a human, but she seems so small in my arms.
Careful to support her head, I use my free hand to dig out a bottle and a container of powdered formula. Keeping her tight against me, I head for the kitchen, prepare the bottle, and then settle in my recliner to feed her.
At first, my Little mate’s lips don’t move when I drag the nipple over them. She gives no indication she’s the slightest bit aware of her surroundings. I’m not surprised, but I’m hoping I can coax her to suckle instinctively. It would be preferable to inserting an IV, but I will if necessary.
Eventually, I decide to squeeze the nipple, causing a few drops of formula to land on her lips and drip into her open mouth.
My heart lurches when her little tongue flicks forward to lick the drops. I take the opportunity to slip the nipple into her mouth and jiggle it a bit, causing more of the formula to leak out.
A tiny whimper escapes her lips as she wraps her tongue around the nipple and begins to suckle. I’m so pleased, I’m grinning as I watch her. I’d give anything to see her eyes, but it might be a while before she opens them.
My mate makes precious sounds while she eats, little moans of pleasure as she sucks harder. She’s probably starving or at least extremely thirsty, and her body knows it even in its unconscious state.
Suckling is instinctive for many species, though the act is not something she would have engaged in past infancy. Nevertheless, she remembers, and her body is doing what it needs to survive.
The fact that I’ve claimed her is affecting her, too. Her body is aligning with mine. Even if she doesn’t awaken for some time, she will begin to crave my touch and scent. She will nuzzle into me and learn to trust me to care for her. It’s how nature intended.
I watch as her mouth moves, her plump lips so pink. When I lift one of her hands, she curls her fingers around my pointer. It’s shocking how tightly she is both figuratively and literally wrapped around my finger. I can’t wait to find out what her name is and see her smile.
When the bottle is empty, she whimpers again as though distressed. Is she still hungry? It’s possible. I have no idea when she might have last eaten or had a drink, but I don’t want her tummy to be so full that she gets sick.