Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
“Papi…” I complain.
He smiles and kisses my nose. “I don’t want you touching your nipples while I push the stroller, naughty girl.”
“I won’t. I promise.”
He simply grins and rounds to the other side. “You sure won’t. I just made certain of it.”
“Papi…” I roll my eyes, grateful he can’t see the sass in my expression. I need to behave so he doesn’t change his mind and decide he won’t take me to the park.
As he pushes me out the front door and down the sidewalk, I realize why he likes to cuff my wrists in my stroller. The restraints make me horny. The fact that my chest is even more exposed contributes to that arousal. By the time we get to the park, I’m squirming in my seat. My nipples are extra hard and thick. My pussy is wet.
Papi smirks as he releases me. He knows what he did. He can scent it. I’m not certain if other Papis can also scent my arousal, but it doesn’t matter. It wouldn’t affect them like it does mine.
However, I know for sure the other women can’t smell my essence leaking out of me. Humans do not have senses quite that keenly aware of smells. They won’t specifically know where my mind is. On the other hand, there’s a solid chance all of them are suffering from a similar plight because it would seem Eleadian men like to keep their mates horny.
They let us play. We can even run and skip in the grassy areas at the park. But every once in a while a Papi wanders over to kiss his Little girl, and he never misses an opportunity to finger her nipple rings and remind her who she belongs to.
As if we need reminding.
When Papi sets me on my feet and releases me to go join my new friends, I look back over my shoulder to find him smiling.
No, I don’t need reminding. I’m well aware that I’m his Little girl. His and Skarg’s. I’m theirs in a way I would never be able to explain to another human. But the women living on this planet all know. They feel the same connection to their own Papis.
I’m loved deeply. I’m coddled and treated like a Baby, but it’s growing on me. I wouldn’t trade this life for anything in the universe.
The best part of all is that I haven’t had a single nightmare since the day my Papis fully claimed me. Making love to me kicked my ugly past out of my head enough that I can sleep without waking up screaming.
I’m also no longer stuck in a funnel cloud. My feet are planted firmly on Eleadian grass as I jog toward my new friends. My head is clear. There’s a smile on my face. I’m truly happy.