Page 37 of Their Little Anzerine
Mercy is too polite to blatantly ignore someone, so she slowly turns her head just enough to make eye contact without exposing her front. “Hi,” she whispers.
Kafran rubs her back. “Mercy is a bit shy. It might take her a few minutes to warm up.”
Admittedly I don’t know the names of these particular Little mates. I’ll let them introduce themselves.
Janelle smiles. “Totally understand. All of us were nervous the first time we came to the park. It’s so intimidating. You have no idea who you might meet, but so far every woman I’ve met has been super kind and friendly. Why don’t you sit in the sand with us?”
I’m hoping Mercy can find the strength to give this a try. I hate for her to hide in our home and never make any friends. I won’t allow it. It would be irresponsible on my part to permit that. Kafran agrees, and he lowers Mercy to the sand, setting her on her bottom.
She whimpers as she lets go of his neck and turns to face the three smiling faces.Please let this go well.
“Your hair is so pretty. I wish I had thick hair like that,” Janelle says as she lifts one of her thin braids, rolling her eyes.
“Me, too,” says the girl next to her. Her braids are very long but also narrow. “I’m Christine, by the way. You’re so lucky. You got great hair and great boobs.” She giggles.
Blessings from heaven. Christine could not have said anything more perfect.
Christine pushes her chest out, causing the sapphires to sway. “I wasn’t sure how Ekert was even going to pierce my nipples since they’re so small,” she jokes.
“Me neither,” Janelle agrees. “I was underweight when I arrived, but even though my body has filled out, the universe did not see fit to give me bigger boobs.”
The third Little girl also giggles. “You can have half of mine. They’re too big.” She turns toward Mercy. “I’m Ava.”
Mercy fully releases Kafran and sits up taller. “Nice to meet you,” she whispers.
I know this will be one of the hardest things Kafran and I ever do, but we need to leave our Little girl in this sandbox and give her some time to bond with the others. I’m extremely confident they will help boost her self-esteem.
I’m aware there are very mean girls on Earth, but somehow Fate does not match any of them up with Eleadian mates. The bonds we form are all with kind Little girls who don’t have a cruel bone in their bodies.
Kafran and I stand. I bend over and kiss the top of Mercy’s head. “We’ll go sit on a bench and let you get to know your new friends, Baby girl.”
She tips her head back to look at me. Her eyes are wide and pleading. I suspect she’d rather we not leave her, but we must. It’s what’s best for her.
With my heart in my hands, I turn and walk away, Kafran at my side.
Chapter Fourteen
Mercy
Part of me wants to stab my Papis in the chests for leaving me here, but I don’t say a word. I’m flustered enough as it is. I don’t want to add a hard spanking to today’s list of activities, and I’m not positive they wouldn’t hesitate to spank me right here at the playground.
I sit cross legged, trying to ignore the giant dildo in my ass. I wonder if anyone else has something stuck up in their bottom or if they were forced to do so when they first arrived.
Ava reaches over and squeezes my fingers where they rest against my knee. She is stunningly gorgeous, like a model. I look nothing like her, but she does have huge boobs. I’ll give her that.
“I know you’re nervous,” she says, “but I promise you’ll make friends and adjust to your new life. We all have. It’s so weird here. The first time my Papi, Ganrax, brought me to the park I wanted the planet to swallow me whole. I was so scared to meet other people.”
“Me, too,” Janelle says. “I was homeless when I met my Papi, Tekfan. He saved my life. But I was still scared.”
Christine nods. “I was working nights cleaning Club Zoom. I wasn’t supposed to meet anyone, but Strogan found me and swept me away. I’m not sure I could have made the rent that month if he hadn’t saved me.”
Their stories are so interesting, and I realize we all come from different backgrounds. None of them are staring at my chest, nor have they made a single comment about my weight. I’ve never been skinny like Christine and Janelle, but I bet they feel just as self-conscious as I do.
I lower my gaze to everyone’s chest. Seems like the elephant in the room, so to speak. “Did it hurt?”
Janelle thrusts her small breasts forward again. “The piercings? No. Not at all. Your Papis will numb your nipples beforehand. You won’t feel a single thing.”
“She’s right,” Ava adds. “And when the numbness wears off, they will prick your skin again if you want.”
