Page 11 of Their Little Anzerine
“Yes, Papi,” she whimpers.
“Every inch of you is perfection. No one will ever tell you otherwise again. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Papi.”
Skarg gives her another brief kiss. “Good girl. Now, here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to lie here like the good girl you are while Kafran and I change out of these stifling suits into our normal clothes. After that, we’re going to give you a bath. You’ll feel ten times better after we wash the impurities of Earth from your skin. We need to clean off the cuts on the bottoms of your feet, too. When we’re done, we will take the pod to the mothership where our doctor will examine you to make sure you’re healthy and clear you for the trip to Eleadia.”
I’m already removing my clothes as Skarg gives her the rundown. He is, too. Our jackets are discarded on the end of the bed. We’re working on the buttons down the front of our shirts. Shoes kicked off.
Mercy lifts onto her elbows and watches us. Her cheeks are bright pink from both her orgasm and probably a bit of embarrassment. But she doesn’t look away. “I’ve never done that before,” she murmurs.
I chuckle. “Good. All your firsts belong to us. And, Mercy, we haven’t done anything like that either.”
Her eyes go wide as she gasps. “You haven’t?”
I shake my head. “Nope. The reason we’re on Earth seeking mates is because there are no females on our planet. They died in a cosmic disturbance about a hundred years ago. Our only knowledge of sex is from educational videos.”
She licks her plump lips. “You must have watched a lot of porn then because whatever you just did was…” Her body shudders.
I don’t turn away from her as I remove the last of my clothes, taking my underwear down with my pants. My cock is fully erect as it pops free, and Mercy’s gaze darts back and forth between us.
Her lips part. “Oh…” Her face goes pale.
Skarg strokes his shaft from base to tip. “Don’t worry, Baby girl. We’ll make sure your pussy is ready for us before we take you.”
She swallows. “That doesn’t seem possible.”
I chuckle as I grab two pairs of loose black pants and toss one to Skarg. When we’re fully covered, Mercy frowns as though she’s disappointed.
I come back to her, grab her ankles, part her legs, and drag her a few inches closer to the edge of the mattress.
She giggles, the sound delightful as she falls onto her back and stares up at me.
It’s impossible to resist taking her hands in mine and pressing them into the mattress above her head. “I need to suckle your breasts, Little one. I need to know what they tastelike.” I don’t wait for a response before I lower my face and wrap my lips around one of her swollen, pink nipples.
Chapter Five
Mercy
If Kafran wasn’t holding me to the bed, I would fly off the mattress at the first contact with my nipple. I’ve always thought my boobs were too large. Like the rest of me, they are flabby and big for my frame. But these two men look at me like I’m the most beautiful creature on Earth. It’s impossible not to feel that in my soul.
My nipples are big with wide areolas. I’ve often had trouble keeping them from being noticeable. The bras I’ve worn never fully conceal their turgid points. It’s not that I’ve ever been aroused. It’s that they’re just big. I usually wear loose sweaters and shirts that don’t draw attention to my chest. Plus, those are the clothes my husband’s family have provided me with. It’s not like I’ve gone shopping.
Heavens, Kafran’s mouth feels good. It felt amazing between my legs, but now I’m experiencing a new first with my giant tit between his lips. I cry out when he sucks. I know the bud will be even bigger and more noticeable when he releases it.
Kafran suddenly captures my throbbing nipple between his teeth, and a second later I experience a quick sharp pain.
I gasp as he releases my bud and flicks it with his tongue. “Did you just prick my nipple?” I cry out.
He growls and turns his attention to the other one. My eyes roll back as my arousal shoots through the roof. I wrap my legs around him as far as I can and dig my heels into his hips. He’s so large that for the first time in my life I feel dainty.
The nipple he released pulses with pleasure, and I will him to pierce the one he’s now tormenting so that it matches. Madness. I can’t believe I want a man to inject my tit with his weird serum.
He licks and sucks on my swollen flesh for so long that I start to squirm and moan before he finally pricks it.
There’s a giant grin on his face when he lifts his head. “Fuck, you taste amazing.”
I’m writhing. It’s hard to focus, but I manage to mutter, “My breasts don’t have a flavor.”
