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He cradles me like the Baby girl he intends me to be. It feels so good to be held in his arms. I snuggle into his chest and close my eyes. I’m exhausted, warm, clean, and still thirsty.
I’m aware of him opening the fridge, and then he carries me to the living room. Moments later, he settles in a huge rocking chair and leans me back. “Open your mouth, Little one. Let’s get some fluid in you.”
I blink at him and part my lips. It’s hard to argue with him. He loves me. He adores me. The feeling is so nice I never want it to end.
It takes me a few moments to get the hang of the nipple, but when I do, I start suckling in earnest. The formula is so good. It’s like the best smoothie I’ve ever tasted in my life. I suck eagerly, draining the bottle in no time.
Papi smiles down the entire time, rocking me and kissing my forehead often. He’s pleased, and I’m so happy. Maybe I should be a bit more concerned, but some outside power is luring me into his web, and I’m powerless to stop it. I don’t even want to.
When I’m done, I’m so tired I can’t keep my eyes open.
Papi rises and carries me to the bedroom. He lays me gently on my back, careful to keep my head from flopping as if I were an actual infant.
He opens the blanket, lifts my bottom, and slides something under me. My pulse picks up when I realize it’s a diaper. I open my eyes. “Can I please use the potty first, Papi?”
“No, Baby girl. We don’t even have bathrooms like you do on Earth. You’ll never use a toilet again.”
Tears well up in my eyes. I’m not so much upset by that notion as I am just emotional about all the change.
Papi leans over me, kisses me, and then taps my lips with something. Another nipple.
I twist my head to the side. “I’m full, Papi.”
“It’s not a bottle, Little songbird. It’s a pacifier. It will help you relax.” He taps my lips again. “Open for me, Baby girl. Trust Papi.”
I part my lips and let him pop the nipple into my mouth. Instantly I start suckling. Darn him, but he’s right. It feels good. It’s calming me. I’m agitated, and this is helping.
Papi rubs an ointment into my overstimulated pussy, making me squirm, and then he secures a diaper around my hips.
My heavy eyes return. I’m aware I’m lying in the middle of the bed on my back, knees parted around the thick diaper, arms angled at my head. I feel very young. I also feel loved, cherished, and adored.
Papi tucks the soft blanket around me, kisses my forehead, piles pillows up on both sides of me, and tells me to rest.
Chapter Eight
Raevion
My girl has been out cold for four hours. She never stirred a single time while I brushed out her gorgeous hair and put it in pigtails. Afterward, I made all the arrangements for our transport to Eleadia and moved us from Earth to the mothership. She never awoke the entire time in the transport pod.
As I take a seat in Jefared’s office on the mothership, she finally rouses. I cradle her against me, kissing her forehead several times to keep her calm as she awakes.
Sara blinks in confusion as she looks around wide-eyed. I watch as her memory returns. I stroke her cheek and gently remove the pacifier from her mouth. “Papi’s got you, Little songbird.”
She squirms and whimpers under the blanket I have wrapped around her. I covered her in it both to keep her warm and ensure she didn’t panic over her nudity. I’m aware that human females have issues with nudity at first. They aren’t used to being exposed like they will be on Eleadia.
“We’re on the starship, Little one. I need to check you in, and then we’ll see the doctor to clear you for transport to Eleadia.”
She licks her lips and stares up at me as she starts to tremble. “Scared.”
“I know, Baby girl.” I rock her in my arms and rub her back.
Jefared smiles on the other side of the desk. “She’s calmer than most females.”
I grin down at my girl. “I’m a lucky man.”
Jefared glances at his computer monitor. “Do you have any allergies or medical conditions we need to be aware of, Little one?”
She shifts her gaze his direction. “No, sir.”
