Page 27 of Their Little Anzerine
We have many years of abuse to help her overcome. It won’t dissolve overnight. It will take time.
I’ll start chipping away at the damage right now. “Such a good girl,” I praise as I run my hands up and down her inner thighs. I inhale deeply. “You smell like heaven.” I pull her pussy lips apart. “So wet and needy.” I lift my gaze to Kafran. “Look at her clit. The pink nub is pulsing.”
My words to Kafran make her even hornier. “Papi…”
I gently touch her little nubbin. “Prettiest pussy in the universe. I love how you cream for us, Baby girl.”
She squirms, but I hold her firmly, anchoring her against Kafran’s thighs.
Kafran has one arm around her middle, keeping her from wiggling free of our touch. He cups one of her breasts and thumbs her nipple, making her arch. Her arms are trapped at her sides, one of them against Kafran’s chest and the other one wrapped in his hand.
Her breasts bounce as she squirms, making me salivate. We said we wouldn’t rush her to take us into her body. We also said we would wait until after she saw the doctor tomorrow to clear her for such activities. Not just physically but emotionally.
That doesn’t mean we can’t pleasure her with our hands and mouths.
I glance at Kafran who nods. The two of us have developed a slightly telepathic communication. It’s not that we read each other’s minds so much as the fact that we both tend to want the same things. How could we not both be thinking that it’s time to devour our Little girl?
I move closer to Kafran so that my knees press against his thigh between Mercy’s legs, forcing her to remain open for us. Planting one hand on the other side of Kafran, I lean over our girl.
First, I kiss her lips, not lingering long. Then I nibble a path down to her breasts and reverently brush my lips against first one nipple and then the other.
She writhes, but she can’t wiggle free with Kafran restraining her.
Her eyes are glazed over when I lift my head to look at them.
“I need to taste your little titties, Baby girl.”
A low moan fills the room as her eyes roll back.
I drop my lips back to one of her nipples and gently suckle. I’m in no hurry. Who cares that it’s the middle of the night? We can sleep a bit late in the morning. Our appointment at the clinic isn’t too early.
Kafran and I aren’t returning to work for another week. It’s fine if we keep odd hours until then, and I suspect starting now we’ll be sleep deprived for most of that week. Once we fully claim our mate, we’ll want to do so frequently. None of us will feel fully sated for quite some time, including our Little girl.
I take my time, swirling my tongue around her swollen bud, flicking it intermittently, and grazing it with my teeth. Unable to stop myself, I finally capture the tip between my teeth and pierce her tender skin. I let my quill sink directly into her nipple, knowing it will sting more than if I pricked her areola or breast.
Mercy cries out, and I’m grateful Kafran has a firm hold on her. If not, she might squirm out of my grip.
I love her nipples. Yes, they’re larger than others I’ve seen, but I could stare at them all day. They make my mouth water. I catch Kafran looking at them, too. I can’t wait for her to let us pierce them. Kafran and I have been discussing the stones we think will look amazing on her. Ekert and Sophie have already made some preliminary selections.
The serum I injected her nipple with has caused it to swell much larger, and when I release it, I pause to stare at the throbbing bud. So fucking sexy.
Mercy would cringe if she saw it. I know the size of her nipples makes her self-conscious, but she doesn’t understand that when her buds are swollen and hard, my cock gets even greedier to have her.
I glance at Kafran again. His jaw is tight. His gaze is on her oversized nipple. He likes the look, too.
While our Little girl is still panting from the first prick, I switch to her other bud and treat it to the same torment, sucking, licking, and finally piercing right at the tip.
Some Little girls can’t tolerate having their actual nipple pricked. It can be too much. We want her to feel the sting from our quill, but it would be counterproductive to inject an aphrodisiac into her if the pain of receiving it is more than she can tolerate.
I know it has to hurt, but based on the low rumble coming from our girl, I’d say she fully enjoys having her swollen bud pierced directly on the tip. For her, the pain and pleasurecombine to cause a rush of arousal to leak from her pussy. I can scent it.
When I release her tight nipple to shift my attention lower down her body, Kafran immediately slips his fingers up to pinch the throbbing tip.
I pause to watch as he grips it firmly, pulling and twisting. It has to be painful, but our Little girl is creaming for us. She’s gripping my outer thighs with her knees. Once again, it would seem she enjoys the pain.
Somehow Kafran manages to control her and keep her from wiggling off his lap while switching his fingers to torment her other bud in the same way.
As I move back a few feet so I can lower my face to her pussy, I palm her inner thighs to steady her against Kafran’s lap. Again, I pause to stare at her folds, absorbing the wonder that is our mate.
