“Oh, God…” She squirms, trying to pull her legs together, but I’m leaning between them now. She can’t close them. Her knees grip my hips, but that’s as far as she can move.
I flick my tongue over the distended bud and blow on it again, beyond grateful for every ounce of education I’ve had about human females and the fact that I did not skim any section of information.
My Little girl’s pussy is soaked, and the strong scent of her arousal is salivating. I want my mouth on her pussy. I want to suck her essence into me. I want to taste her, eat her until she can’t focus on anything but my mouth. I want to do so until I’ve wrung several orgasms out of her and she’s unable to move a muscle.
“I know you need my mouth on your titty, Ava. It felt so good when I did the first one. The other one is desperate to experience the same thing.” I flick it again.
She cries out in frustration. “Please… Oh. God. Please…”
“Please suck my naughty little titty, Papi.” I alter my words just a bit. The longer she holds out, asserting her will, the more I will increase her embarrassment. I think this is harder on me than her. I blow a long breath against her nipple. “Such a stubborn Little girl. The words are right on the tip of your tongue. All you have to do is tell Papi what you need, and I’ll give it to you.”
“Papi…”
We’re making headway. “Mmm?”
She squirms harder, not fully grasping that she’ll never be able to wiggle free from me. Not if I don’t want her to. “Papi…” She licks her lips. Her next words are barely audible, but she says them. “Please suck my naughty little titty, Papi.”
The shudder that follows those words is even better. She’s affected by her submission. I don’t make her wait. I lower my mouth and suck her nipple in hard. Her heart is racing as I graze my teeth over the swollen bud, and I don’t waste the opportunity to prick her skin, letting my quill pierce right at the base of her precious nipple.
It’s quick and over so fast she might not fully realize I’ve punctured her again. It’s enough to cause a feral moan of pleasure to escape her lips.
For a moment, I think maybe she reached orgasm, but then I realize she has not. The scent of her need is still heavy in the air, and I’ve watched a hundred videos to know what a female looks like when they come. She’s not there yet, but she will be soon.
Releasing her sweet bud, I continue down her flat stomach until I reach the apex of her pussy. I know her clitoris is here, nestled under the pretty hood I can see.
I need two more arms, though, because she’s writhing violently in an effort to escape my attention. If I hadn’t read about this odd human characteristic, I wouldn’t have been prepared for her to work so hard to get away from the inevitable. Videos were even more telling. It seems the majority of human females like what they refer to as “the chase.” They like a little force and some bondage. Some of them need it in order to orgasm.
I can’t be sure what Ava will need or crave in the future, but for this moment, she’s making it clear that she needs a bit of force. I lift my head to study her for a second. It’s mesmerizing, watching her try to squirm free of the very thing she so desperately craves.
She’s not going to be able to keep her legs parted for me, so I drag her wrists down, and double up, pushing her knees open with the same hands, pinning her wrists against her inner thighs.
Her chest lifts off the mattress again. She’s pinned, spread open, and restrained. And so unbelievably needy.
I shouldn’t be surprised. I’ve pricked her three times. But she smells so good. She’s like a feast spread out before me, and my need to taste her is growing. Her need to be tasted is even stronger.
“Please, Papi…”
I nuzzle my nose along her folds. She’s completely shaved. My education informed me she could have been shaved or not. Human females are all different on their grooming preferences. Apparently Ava likes to keep her mound bare. That’s good. It will always be bare from now on.
Her skin is so soft. I want to savor this moment, and I keep inhaling deeply, drawing more of her essence into me. She’s a drug, and I’m already addicted. I lift my face a few inches so I can look at my Little girl’s pussy. Soon I will be so very intimate with every inch of her inside and out, but I want my first real look.
“Papi… You’re teasing me. I need your mouth on me.”
I smile. I like that she can ask for what she wants. I focus on the top part of her pussy where I know her most sensitive tiny nub is hidden under the little fold of flesh called the hood. Below that are her labia, soft folds that cover her vagina, the location where I will eventually insert my cock.
I’m aware it will be tight. No matter how many human men she’s been with, none of them would have been as endowed as me. But this is not a consideration for tonight. Right now, I just need my Little girl to come apart while I watch and taste.
I drag my tongue between her labia, gathering up her sweet arousal and flicking over her clit.
She cries out. The sound of her enjoyment reaches into my soul. My only experience with females is from videos and books and the poor excuse for an imitation of the female pussy we have on Eleadia to slake our needs without the warmth of a real body.
“Papi,” she screams.
I suck her tiny pleasure nub into my mouth and torment it with my tongue.
Her entire body stiffens for several seconds before she moans so loud it surprises me. Her pussy pulses against my mouth. I’m swallowing her first orgasm. Well, probably not her first, but the first for me.
While she’s still writhing and panting, I lower my focus to her cunt, driving my tongue into the tight channel, forcing her to accept more. I’m nowhere near done sampling her.
“Papi…” The word is weak. She writhes against me, trying to free herself. I won’t let her. I want her to come again. This time I want her tight cunt to grip my tongue.
I’m aware the word cunt is slightly taboo on Earth, but I kind of like the way it sounds, and it seems fitting for how taboo this entire mating is going. I’ve basically coerced my mate into begging me to pleasure her. I’m not sorry. I would do it all over again. Her mind has settled, at least temporarily. She’s not arguing with me.
If I had my hands free, I would part her folds and look more closely, learn her body, but I can’t release her because I can’t trust her to let me continue. Next time, I’ll restrain her some other way. It’s obviously something she enjoys.
I wish I could get my fingers closer to her pussy. If I could, I would thrust one or two into her while I torment her clit, but she’s struggling so hard against me, and I know she’d wiggle completely out of reach if I let go of her wrists.
Her heart rate grows faster and faster while her breathing becomes more labored. I push her relentlessly, reaching as far into her as I can with my tongue between sucking and licking.
When I trap her clit again and drag my teeth over it, she arches. I know how to make her tip over the edge. One prick… That’s all it would take. Should I do it?
Why not? I’ve already pierced her neck twice and her nipple, so I isolate the swollen bud with my teeth and let my quill enter right above her clit between the bundle of nerves and the hood. It’s quick. She might not have noticed since my teeth are on her. But it’s effective. She comes immediately, her screams of pleasure filling the room.
Thank goodness these apartments are well insulated and soundproof. I wonder how many other Little girls have screamed out their pleasure after being claimed in this building, in this apartment, and even on this bed.
Chapter Five
Ava
