Page 37 of His Little Garnet

She shudders. Her small hands slide up my back. “Are you going to make love to me?”

I lift my face to look down at her. She’s so fucking cute all sated and soft. Her brow isn’t furrowed right now. I like it. “Is that what you want, Baby girl?”

She nods.

“You need to know two things first.”

“Okay.” Her dainty hands are distracting me, but I try to ignore them.

“First, I’m larger than any human man you’ve been with, but your pussy will stretch and accommodate me. I promise.”

Her cheeks turn red. I love when she’s embarrassed. It’s adorable.

“And two, before I touch you with my cock anywhere, I want you to be aware that my semen will have a very strong effect on you. You know how you react when my saliva touches your skin and how much stronger that sensation is when I nick your skin? Well, my seminal fluid will be ten times more potent.”

Her eyes bug out. “I don’t think that’s possible.”

I chuckle. “It is. Trust me. In addition, you’ll take me bare, Baby girl. We don’t use condoms here. There’s no reason to. You can’t get pregnant from me, and we don’t have sexual diseases like on Earth. So my essence is going to get all over you. It will be like an aphrodisiac. You’re going to come so many times you’ll lose count.”

She giggles. “That’s silly. I already came twice. I can’t come again.”

I smile at her. “You can, Baby girl. It will be powerful. When we’re done, I will give you a bath and wash myself off your skin. It’s the only way to relieve the potent need you’ll feel.”

She blinks at me. “I’ve never had sex without a condom,” she murmurs.

“Good. Glad to hear it. Won’t change anything, but I like to know you’ve always been safe.”

“So, I don’t need birth control here either…”

“Nope.” I kiss her gently. “Our bond will be stronger after I fully claim you, Little one.”

“Stronger than it is now?” She seems shocked.

I’m kind of glad. At least it’s a sign she recognizes the bond between us even though she has worked hard to fight it for the past two weeks. “Much stronger, Baby girl,” I tell her as I cup her face and stroke her cheeks with my thumbs.

I need her like I need my next breath, but I’m keeping myself in check, waiting for her to process my words. The last thing I want to do is ever take Olivia blindly down a path. It will not go well for me. She likes information, and sometimes she needs to process it for a while.

She’s chewing on her bottom lip now, thinking. Meanwhile, her heart is beating fast, and her arousal is growing. I can smell it. I can feel it sizzling between us. It doesn’t matter that she’s already been satisfied. It wasn’t enough.

I won’t point any of that out though. She needs to feel like she’s making her own choices. Nothing is more important than her agency right now. It’s really a façade because our connection isn’t deniable, but I’ve learned from her that I’m doing myself no favors if I pressure her.

She scoots closer to where I’m standing and sits up. Her legs are straddling me. Her hands slide down to my ass, and I hold my breath as she eases them under the elastic at my waist to wiggle them into my pants. I love her touch. I cherish every moment she grants me the feel of her fingers and palms on my skin.

“Take your pants off, Papi.” Her voice is low and sexy.

Inside, I give a fist pump as I shrug out of my pants. Naked in front of her, I wrap my hand around my cock and stroke it from the base to the tip.

She licks her lips in a way that makes me groan. “Yeah, that’s pretty big,” she states. “Not sure it’s going to fit in my mouth, but I’d like a taste. May I?”

I nearly die on the spot. My Little girl wants to lick my cock? Fuck yes. Please. But again, she needs more information. “Anytime you’d like, Baby girl. You never have to ask. But, let me warn you. If you lick my precome off the tip of my cock, you will feel arousal on a new level I can’t explain.”

“Oh. What if I swallow it? You can’t wash out my throat.” She’s teasing, but she’s also serious.

I smile. “Tasting the tip is one thing. Swallowing all of me? I’ve heard some Little girls enjoy the euphoria, and others don’t like to do it again because it makes them feel high. We can indeed rinse out your mouth. I can brush your teeth. And I can feed you a bottle to wash it down. But the effects will linger for a while.”

She reaches out to stroke one finger down the thick vein along the top of my shaft. “That’s crazy.”

I chuckle. “You’ll see.”

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