Page 15 of Alien Daddies
Daddy Torin soon returned and placed a warm wet cloth between her thighs. “You got very, very wet, little girl, and Daddy has to clean you thoroughly now.”
She ought to scream and protest what he was doing. She really should clean herself up, but she found she rather enjoyed being taken care of. When she managed to open her eyes and glance up at Torin, he gazed down at her with a tender, warm smile. She also noticed the bulge of his erection in his pants. He wanted her in this moment. Badly. But he didn’t demand sexual satisfaction at her expense in this moment, he simply continued tending to her, taking care of her with gentle swipes of the cloth on her wet privates and putting her needs ahead of his own comfort.
It was a stark contrast to all the pushy men she had dated, all of whom thought the second their dick got even semi-hard, she ought to help them out. And she’d helped them, almost every time they asked, because even for a fleeing moment it had been nice to be wanted.
She pushed those memories aside. The chances of her ever returning to Earth were slim. Daddy Torin wanted to keep her. As did his brothers. All of them had apparently dreamed about her. One of them, Daddy Kameel, had even sensed her presence on the ship. She chided herself for not learning more about alien cultures beyond their languages, particularly about Khanndorans. All she knew of their world was that travel to their planet was rather restricted and they had harsher laws than on Earth. Oh, and that groups of brothers—azoshin—usually claimed one female to share.
Daddy Torin removed the damp cloth from her center and soon replaced it with a dry one, which he used to wipe all traces of moisture from her pussy. Her face flamed as her senses started returning to normal, the haze of arousal lifting high enough to allow for more rational thought. With more rational thought came a wave of disbelief. Maybe this wasn’t really happening. Maybe this really was a fever dream.
She glanced over her shoulder at Daddy Torin’s brothers, all equally as handsome as him and similar in features. Her heart leapt. She sometimes had sex dreams but never managed a dream orgasm as fierce as the one she’d just experienced. She dug her nails hard into the palm of her right hand, until it hurt enough to make her whimper, instead of pinching herself. But she didn’t wake up, and Daddy Torin looked upon her with concern and reached for her hand. He gently turned her palm over and frowned at the red indentations left by her nails.
“Little girl, why did you do this to yourself?”
She flushed under a fresh wave of embarrassment. “I-I was trying to wake myself up, on the off chance that I am dreaming right now.”
“If I must give you another orgasm to convince you that you aren’t sleeping, little girl, all you have to do is ask,” Daddy Torin said in that sexy rumbling tone of his. Oh, God, she could listen to him count the stars, she thought, just to hear the deep tenor of his voice vibrating against her skin.
“I-I don’t think that will be necessary,” she replied quickly, feeling increasingly vulnerable in her current position. She tried to stand up, but Daddy Torin placed a firm hand on her lower back, forcing her to remain in place bent over the bed with her privates on display.
“Are you hungry, Kenna?”
“No, Daddy Torin,” she said, loving the way his name rolled off her tongue, with such a comfortable ease as if she’d said it a thousand times before. “I’m fine. Really. I’m just tired.”
“In that case, my brothers and I are going to help you get dressed now, Kenna, and then we’re tucking you in for a long nap.” He gave her bare bottom an affectionate pat. “You may stand up now, little girl.”
She slipped off the bed and onto her feet, where she quickly turned to stare at the other males, trying to remember all of their names. The twins were identical to one another, in dress and in physical appearance. The triplets were as well. How would she ever tell them apart? It was then that she realized she was still naked from the waist down, and she shyly moved her hands to cup her pussy, despite that they’d just watched her experience the best orgasm of her life.
Daddy Torin rose to his feet and walked around the bed, joining his brothers. They all stared at her with ravenous expressions, as if they wished to take turns with her. The very thought of making love with one of them, only to then find herself passed to the next brother—or daddy—left her pulse thrumming in her ears and renewed the aching between her thighs.
At that moment, the nostrils of all six large Khanndoran males flared wide.
Oh, God. They couldalldetect her fresh arousal.
Chapter Eight
Aras
He stepped forward when Kenna’s nervous gaze swept over him. She was still cupping her pussy, and he could smell her desire, even if she wasn’t yet ready to beg them to claim her as their life mate. Aras’ cock was rock hard in his pants, his own desire mounting with every second he spent in her presence.
“Kenna,” he said. “Please place your hands at your sides. You aren’t to hide yourself from your daddies, and you are also not to touch your pussy without permission. We won’t be leaving the vibrator in your room, little girl, as the only pleasure you receive will come from us. Do you understand?”
Her eyes widened in surprise, then defiance abruptly simmered in the depths of her blue gaze. “It belongs to me. You can’t take my things away. And besides that, it is none of your business where my pleasure comes from. You honestly can’t expect me to follow such an order.”
“Kenna,” he said, lifting an eyebrow at her, “you need to watch your tone. You will not speak to any of us with such disrespect. We are to be your mates, your daddies, and we expect you to be obedient as a good little girl ought to be. Now, please place your hands at your sides. I will not ask again.”
He saw the flicker of doubt in her gaze as she weighed her options. In the end, her defiance and her pride won out. She cupped her pussy more firmly and stood straighter, her eyes blazing with challenge. Clearly, the spanking Torin had given her in the corridor had been much too brief and not severe enough. Aras planned to rectify that very soon. He waited several moments while he glared at her, giving her one last chance to comply, before he strode toward her, grasped her by the arm, and yanked her hands away from her center.
“I know a little girl who is going to be put down for her nap with a very sore, very red little bottom,” he said, guiding her toward the bed. He sat on the edge of the mattress and turned her over his knee, securing her flailing legs with his free one and holding her effectively in place.
“Let me up, you beast!” she screamed and struggled in his grasp, but her strength, though impressive for a female human as small as she, did not come close to surpassing Aras’.
“I regret that I must discipline you during our first meeting, Kenna,” he said, leaning down to speak into her ear, “but I will not tolerate a disobedient little girl. When you are naughty, you will be punished. I am sure Daddy Torin has already explained this to you.”
“I have.”
“This is insane! And, I can’t even remember your name. You look like your twin, damn it!”
He swatted her right cheek, leaving behind a pink mark on her otherwise creamy white flesh. “Young lady, you will refrain from using foul language of any kind, particularly while speaking to your daddies.” He paused, allowing time for those words to sink in. “Now, I am Daddy Aras. My twin brother Daddy Kameel’s hair is slightly longer than mine.”
