Page 20 of His Little Ametrine
“No, Sir,” she murmurs.
I move my hand out of the way and set it on her inner thigh. Her small legs are bent and parted to accommodate her diaper, which is still dry. When I rub the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, she clenches her muscles.
Dankin palpates her small breast in a spiral until he reaches her nipple. When he gives it a pinch, a small cry escapes her lips as she arches. Her arousal is potent. Her pussy is surely soaked.
She holds her breath while Dankin examines her other breast, and she’s panting when he pinches the second bud. He turns slightly and grazes his thumbs over both nipples. “She’s very responsive. Did you prick her nipples earlier?”
“Yes.”
“Ah.” He pats her breasts. “That explains her lingering arousal.”
I glance at him. “We consummated our bond, too. I did my best to wash my essence from her skin and inside her.”
Dankin nods as he moves to her stomach and begins pressing his fingers around her abdomen. “You’ll need to bathe her after sex every time to lessen the frenzy. No one is quite sure yet if females will grow accustomed to the effects of semen or if the need to wash it off will linger for years to come.”
I nod.
Sara is staring at me with wide eyes, mouth open.
I know human females are not as open about sexuality as Eleadians. She’s embarrassed.
Dankin slides a hand to the front of her diaper and squeezes. “Has she wet herself yet?”
“No.”
He rounds to the end of the table, gently lifts her legs into stirrups, and secures them before widening her thighs farther. “I need a urine sample anyway, but when I’m done, I’ll use an anesthetic cream to ensure she wets herself before entering stasis.”
I nod, gripping my Little girl’s wrists when she tries to tug them free. She doesn’t ask what that means, and it’s probably for the best. She’s not going to like it. Or, more accurately, she probably is going to enjoy the doctor’s methods, which will frustrate and embarrass her.
Sara whimpers when Dankin removes her diaper.
I set my hand on her chest again. My palm is wide enough to reach both her nipples. Caressing them will distract her slightly.
Her legs start shaking. “Papi…”
“Deep breaths, Little one.” I inhale slowly as I look at her, trying to get her to do so with me.
When she calms slightly, I turn to watch as Dankin visually examines her pussy, pulling her folds apart and palpating her vulva. He pulls the hood back away from her clit and strokes the swollen nub a few times, making it engorge further.
Sara moans.
Dankin opens a tube of ointment and spreads a generous amount all over her pussy and the surrounding skin. “This cream needs to sit for a few minutes on your pussy, Little one. It will permanently prevent your hair from growing back.”
“Permanently?” Her voice squeaks as she lifts her head to glance down. “Uh, I guess that would be nice. I won’t have to shave or wax ever again?” She glances at me.
I pat her breasts, loving how they respond every time I rub her nipples. “No shaving or waxing, Baby girl. Littles need their pussies to remain bare so moisture doesn’t get trapped against their skin inside their diapers.”
She drops her head. “Jesus, I’ve fallen into another dimension,” she murmurs.
Soon, Dankin removes the cream. Her skin is so smooth and pretty. I want to rub my face against it, and I look forward to doing so a billion times in the future.
“I’m going to open your vagina with a speculum now, Little one,” Dankin informs her.
She nods and holds her breath again as he inserts the metal device, spreads her channel open, and examines inside her. He eases a swab in to take a sample and then reaches for a catheter kit.
“Have you ever had a catheter inserted in your urethra, Little one?” Dankin asks.
She shakes her head. “No, Sir. Can’t I just pee in a cup?”
