Page 23 of Their Little Anzerine
I smile. “Emptying your bladder and bowels is just part of life, Little one. Cleaning you up afterward is a job we take seriously. We’ll always be involved in every aspect of your wellbeing, Mercy. It’s what we were born to do. Submitting to us is a roleyouwere born to assume.”
When Skarg removes his finger, I rise and carry her to the changing table. After easing her onto her back, I secure her arms above her head, spread her legs, and diaper her.
She pouts the entire time, but she doesn’t argue.
Skarg cups one of her breasts and grazes her nipple with his thumb. “How did your spanking feel, Baby girl?”
She pushes out her bottom lip. “Unnecessary.”
I chuckle. “I think your body disagrees. We can smell your pheromones, Little one. You’re so horny you’re squirming.” I lift her into my arms and hand her to Skarg.
He carries her back to the rocking chair, snuggles her against his chest, and pops the bottle into her mouth. Watching her feed is precious. When the formula is gone, Skarg taps her lips with a pacifier. We haven’t introduced this aspect of her new life to her yet, so she balks again, jerking her head to the side and pursing her lips.
“Such a defiant Little girl,” Skarg teases. “Try it, Mercy. I promise the suckling will help you relax.”
“Pacifiers are for babies,” she mutters.
“Pacifiers can be for full-grown adults, too, Little one,” I tell her. “Just because females on Earth don’t use them doesn’t mean they aren’t useful. Let go of your preconceived notions about what it means to be pampered and let us take care of you, Mercy.”
Skarg reaches around her twisted head to tap her lips with the nipple. “Give it a try for Papi.”
She sighs as she parts her lips. At first, she simply holds it loosely in her mouth, but after a few minutes, when she starts to drift off, she begins to suckle.
I set my palm on her soft tummy, enjoying the rise and fall as she breathes deeply. I’m going to miss her fiercely for the next six months. We both are. She has embedded herself in our lives in such a few short hours. I had heard the connection would be deeper than we could ever possibly imagine, but experiencing this bond is out of the universe.
Chapter Nine
Six months later…
Mercy
I feel completely out of body. Even though I went to sleep on the spaceship knowing I would wake up six months later on another planet, I’m still so stunned at the reality of my situation that I can’t fully process it.
Fredrick haunts my dreams. I never have to see him or his stupid mother again in my life. On top of that, according to my Papis I will outlive them all by centuries. That makes me feel rather smug. Why do they take up space in my head?
I’ve been here two weeks, and I still wake up in a panic most of the time. In my dreams—which are more like nightmares—I live through scenarios where I’m still on Earth. I’m married to that asshole. He’s always berating me, telling me I’m fat and ugly. He’s so verbally abusive that I’m nothing but a shell of myself, curled up in a ball in my room where I do little but wait for him to come and fuck with me—literally and figuratively.
Luckily every time Fredrick finishes taunting me and drags me to the edge of the bed so he can fuck me from behind, I wake up. I’m never forced to endure the final stages of what would be spousal rape.
My Papis are concerned. They hate that I have these nightmares every night.
During the day, they put me down for naps in a crib in my nursery. I’m still getting used to the fact that I have a nursery. They weren’t kidding. They take care of me like I’m a newborn. I don’t have any options. I take bottles, wear diapers, sleep in a crib, get strapped to a changing table, and suck on a pacifier. When we go out, they tuck me into a stroller.
At night I sleep between my Papis in the giant bed in their bedroom. I’ve learned that the house we’re living in was Skarg’s. Kafran has moved into this home so we can all be together. I feel so warm and comfortable and loved when they snuggle against me in their big bed, but it doesn’t keep me from having the nightmares.
The bad dreams are causing me to continue to feel like I have one foot on Earth. I’m still living inside a funnel cloud. I want out of it.
It’s the middle of the night. I woke up from my latest nightmare about fifteen minutes ago, and I’m still struggling to relax back into the mattress between my Papis. They’re both so sweet. I’ve never seen either one get angry or frustrated. They’ve told me that Eleadians are a peaceful people, but it’s so foreign to me that I keep expecting them to shout or cuss about something. It never happens.
“He can never get to you, Baby girl…” Skarg whispers near my ear. His hand is on my tummy.
“Skarg is right, Little one. You’ll never see him again.”
I reach up to pull the pacifier from my mouth. “He’s so mean.”
Kafran kisses my shoulder. “I know, Little one. I’m so sorry. I wish we could make your memories of him disappear. I promise he will fade from existence over time. He was cruel and mean, but you’re here now with us. You will never hear such nasty comments from anyone again. You’re beautiful and perfect inside and out, and we adore you to pieces.”
I would think they would be exasperated from repeatedly telling me that night after night. They should also be tired from not getting enough sleep. I wake them up with my middle-of-the-night madness every single night. But they never complain. They simply comfort me and help me get back to sleep.
