Page 10 of Alien Daddies
He placed her backpack on a chair and turned to face her. “Do you know how to work a food replicator?” he asked, motioning at the device that rested on a counter in the small kitchen area.
“Yes.”
“Good. It’s the standard Norran model.” While most of the technology aboard theRithonawas proudly Khanndoran, Torin and his brothers had opted for a few otherworldly amenities to make their travels easier. Like the food replicator invented by the Norrans. None of them were very skilled at cooking and even the most gourmet ration packs tasted bland to Torin. They had a Norran food replicator installed in their kitchen at home in the mountains of Ohma as well, though they also employed a handful of Kreccian servants, two of whom were excellent cooks and frequently prepared their meals.
“Do you plan on locking me in here until we reach your planet?” There was a note of vulnerability in her voice, as if she feared being alone for so long.
“I will check on you frequently, little human, and I suspect my brothers will want to check on you as well.”
She paled slightly.
“As I said, you are under my protection. No one will hurt you. I assure you that my younger brothers—Kameel, Aras, Nagen, Vilad, and Zane—will not harm you in any way.”
Her expression turned flippant. “Oh, so you’re the only one I need to worry about getting a spanking from? None of your brothers are barbarians like you?” she asked as she rubbed her bottom and cast a fierce glare upon him. His world would be a culture shock to her, of that he was certain.
“Consider yourself surrounded by barbarians, little human. Test us, and whichever one of us happens to be nearby will readily administer your discipline. Obey us and treat us with respect during the next week and we will leave your bottom alone.”
She flushed and inhaled a deep breath. Torin’s gaze was drawn to her bosom. Beneath the thin layer of the tight sleeveless shirt she was wearing, her nipples had grown hard. Lust spiraled through him. He leaned down, until his face was almost level with hers. He couldn’t stop thinking about how she didn’t have a male guardian to care for her.
He sensed a great void in her life, a longing for a father figure to lovingly guide her and shower her with affection and praise. He couldn’t explain how he knew these things about her, but he felt them deep down in the very depths of his soul. Another flash of his dreams returned. In some of the dreams, he had been holding and rocking his sweet little female in his arms, doting upon her in a fatherly manner.
Please, Daddy.
She had even called him Daddy in his dreams. In English and in Khanndoran. How had he not remembered such an important detail until now? His blood heated as more dream memories of his life mate returned, clear as the sweet little girl standing in front of him. Clear blue eyes.
It was her. It had to be her.
Kenna was the female meant for Torin and hiszoshinto share.
“Perhaps you should just go ahead and lock me in this room until we reach your world,” she said with too much attitude for his liking as she made a sweeping gesture around the room. “It appears I’ll have everything I’ll need. I don’t need you or any of your brothers to check in on me. You can leave me alone.” Even as she tried to push him away with her words, he noted the gleam of fear in her eyes and the catch in her voice.
He wouldn’t leave her alone during the seven-day trip to his home planet. Far from it. He stared down at her, his blood still humming with the urge to mate with her, to spill his seed deep within her womanly core, as a plan formed in his mind.
“We will not leave you alone, Kenna. You’re not alone anymore, little human.” He paused and reached for her, cupping the side of her face. To his pleasure, she didn’t try to escape his touch. She appeared surprised, her eyes wide and her throat moving as she swallowed hard, but she didn’t back away from him in the slightest. “Think of me as your guardian during the next week, your daddy. In fact, I want you to call me Daddy,” he said, both longing to hear her say the words in the waking life and also to give her the tender affection she craved. “You’ll be my little girl and I will care for you as a daddy does. I’ll take care of you and see that all of your needs are met, but I will expect you to be a good little girl. I don’t think I need to tell you what will happen if you’re naughty. Disobedient little girls are left with the sorest and reddest of bottoms, among other punishments I guarantee you will find downright shameful. Consider this the beginning of the behavioral rehabilitation program you will undoubtedly be sentenced to when you face a judge on Khanndora.”
Her mouth hung open for a moment. He decided to press on as his plan continued to form.
“My brothers and I—myzoshin—always work together in all things. We are unified, as are most clans of Khanndoran brothers. You will address them each as Daddy too, though when more than one of us are around, you will call us Daddy Torin, or Daddy Kameel, for example.”
Tears shone in her eyes and she blinked rapidly, though she didn’t seem immediately frightened or averse to his instructions. She appeared a bit uncertain and increasingly vulnerable, but he wished to calm her nerves. Many Khanndorans were empaths, though Torin had never shown the propensity for the trait until today. Until he’d met the little human who was meant to be his life mate. The longer he spent in her presence, the more easily he could sense her emotions. She was overwhelmed with gratitude and yet anxious about how to proceed, not to mention embarrassed over her increasing arousal that he could easily detect in the air. The sweet but pungent scent of her femininity beckoned to him.Please, Daddy.
“Torin, I—”
“Daddy,” he corrected. “Try it, little girl. Call me Daddy.”
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Makenna
What was happening? This entire experience felt surreal.
Makenna stared up at Torin, lost in his dark gaze, as the wordDaddylingered on the tip of her tongue. Not only did she want to say it, but she felt warm all over. Deeply flushed, in fact. As if she might be coming down with a fever. Her inner thighs kept clenching, and heated throbs assailed her center over and over again. Was this the prelude to some kind of elaborate alien mating ritual or was he honest-to-God serious about all of them being her daddy? She wasn’t sure which option she preferred. Both made her pussy pulsate harder and hotter.
“Are-are you reading my mind?” she asked, horror-struck by the very idea. If he could read her mind, he would know about the lies she’d told him in the cargo hold. She tried to recall which alien races were telepathic and couldn’t remember whether Khanndorans possessed such abilities or not. She’d spent a great deal of time studying alien languages but not much time learning about their cultures.
“I cannot read your mind in the literal sense, Kenna, but I can sense many of your emotions and desires. I sense your deep longing for a father figure. I sense your loneliness. I can smell your arousal as well and how much stronger it became after I asked you to call me Daddy.”
She didn’t know how to respond. She suddenly felt like a vulnerable little girl who wanted a hug, despite the shame that was coursing through her over his ability to detect her arousal. The heat of her moisture continued to gather in her panties.
