Page 19 of His Little Garnet

I’m well aware it’s a shock to her to find herself in a diaper and taking a bottle. On Earth, only the human young are diapered and pampered this way. Both genders. This is not our practice.

Olivia’s heart is racing faster as her fear increases.

I set my palm on her cheek, trying to soothe her with my touch. I also bring my lips to her temple, hovering there for several seconds. My touch, our proximity, and even my breath will help her.

“Tell me,” she murmurs, as she reaches with her good hand to grip one of my fingers.

I wander into the living room and sit in the oversized armchair, holding her closer to my chest.

“You don’t have a shirt on.”

I smile. “We don’t wear shirts on my planet, Baby girl.”

She squirms as she acknowledges once again that she isn’t wearing a shirt either. She probably doesn’t realize she’s instinctively rubbing her breasts against my chest. One of the best ways to help calm a new mate is maximizing our skin-on-skin contact.

“Papi?”

I bring her fingers to my lips and kiss them, loving the way she grips my pointer.

“Women don’t wear shirts either?” she asks, her voice cracking.

“Nope.”

“Never?”

I shake my head. “The weather is perfect all the time, Baby girl. You won’t need clothes. Little girls do not cover their pretty little titties.” I stroke over her nipple with my pinky, making her squirm and arch her chest.

“You distract me when you do that,” she informs me as if I don’t know this.

I chuckle. “It’s intentional. I want you to realize the extent of our bond. Your body will always react to my touch. Stronger, every day, at first.”

“And when you prick me with that thing in your mouth?”

“Yes. Especially then. I’ll nick you with my quill often. A tiny bit of my saliva gets under your skin and makes you crave more of my touch.”

She squirms delightfully. “Why am I wearing a diaper?”

“Because that’s what Little girls wear.”

“For the trip?” Her eyes are wide. “While I’m in stasis?”

“Forever, Little one.” I hold her gaze, hugging her hip tight against me.

She gasps. “Why?”

“That’s our custom, Baby girl. Our females are cherished in every way. I will always take care of all your needs, including feeding you and changing you.”

She shakes her head. Not surprising. “But I don’t want to be a baby.” Her voice is soft and so very Little. She is succumbing to the idea but fighting it.

“You’ll get used to it. It takes all Little girls a while to adjust, but after a few weeks on my planet, you’ll realize you were born to be mine. It won’t seem so odd anymore.”

Another tear falls.

I swipe at it. I hate that she’s so distressed, but I’m prepared for this. It was inevitable. Human females do not easily accept this new reality. I must be patient.

I decide to tell her more details now. “I’ll take care of your every need while we travel, and when we arrive, your body will be very weak from the six months of stasis. It will take you a few weeks to regain your strength.”

She stares at me with wide eyes.

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