Page 17 of His Little Cryptolite

She’ll never wear clothes again, but that doesn’t mean I can’t diaper her and bundle her in pink. Both the blanket and the diapers are made from the sumach plant. It’s the softest material on Eleadia and what we use for towels and the pants our men wear, too.

I scoop my girl off the pee pad and move her over to the blanket, arranging her in this position I adore so that her arms rest extended above her head and her legs are situated bent and spread wide, her knees against the mattress on either side of her hips.

Allisa watches me closely as I reach into my pants and retrieve my phone. “What are you doing, Papi?”

“I’m going to take some pictures of you, Baby girl, so I can look at them later and remember how precious you were the night I met you.”

Her breath hitches, and her body stiffens. She can’t keep her knees and elbows down, but she tries so hard, struggling toobey me against her better judgement. “I don’t want you to take pictures, Papi.”

I bend and kiss her mound. Fuck, her scent. It’s intoxicating. It’s so much stronger up close like this. “No one will see them but me, Little one. I promise.”

Her head rolls back and forth. “No, Papi. People should never allow nude pictures to be taken of them. They get leaked and then everyone spreads them around.”

“Not on my planet, Baby girl. They are only for me. Let your body relax against the bed.”

She fists her hands. “Please, Papi. Don’t.”

Setting the phone aside, I grip her wrists again to restrain her and bend to suckle her nipple. Most Eleadians pierce their Little girl’s fingertips when she needs calming, but I can’t resist using her sweet bud.

Without hesitation, I press my quill into her areola, releasing a combination of calming serum and an aphrodisiac. While she’s still overwhelmed by my actions, I do the same to her other tip.

Allisa is confused when I meet her gaze. “What did you do?” she murmurs.

“Deep breaths, Baby girl. Let your body relax.”

She shivers. Her knees and elbows sink into the mattress, her hands unfist, and she glares at me.

I chuckle as I grab the phone and open the camera. Before she has a chance to argue again, I snap dozens of pictures, one after the other, including zooming in on the curls protecting her pussy from my gaze.

It’s over so fast that she doesn’t have time to protest.

Chapter Seven

Crogor

“Why did you do that?” she pouts as I grab a tube of cream from the basket on the nightstand. “You could just look at me when you want to see me. Why do you need pictures?”

I press her pelvis against the bed while I spread the ointment all over her mound. When I’m done, I cap the tube and clean my fingers. “This cream is going to remove the hair from your pussy, Baby girl. I want to be able to see what your pretty cunt looked like with these blond curls.”

“Remove my hair?” Her voice squeaks. She lifts her head to look down between her legs.

“Yes, Little one. It’s more sanitary this way. Your curls would trap moisture against your skin inside your diapers.”

“But it’ll grow back,” she tells me, her voice hopeful.

“No. It will never grow back. The cream is destroying the follicles.”

Allisa drops her head and stares at the ceiling. She’s distressed, but not as much as she would be if I hadn’t injectedher. She has threaded her fingers together and fists them into one tight ball above her head.

When enough time has passed, I wipe away the cream and her curls with it. My breath hitches at the vision before me. I was right. Pink folds the same color as her nipples and lips.

Her pussy glistens with arousal from all the attention, and she tries to lift her hips when I press the hood away from her clit.

The pink button is swollen and wet, throbbing of its own accord. This is my first time seeing it, and I have yet to touch the tender bundle of nerves without the barrier of her panties.

It’s time to reward her for being such a good girl. I still owe her a spanking, but we’ll take care of that afterward. “Give me your hands, Baby girl.”

She’s trembling as she tentatively lowers her arms.