Page 17 of Alien Daddies
Daddy Aras smiled. “You don’t have to be shy and uncertain around me, little girl.” Holding onto her waist, he pressed her down upon his hardness. “I think you are perfect the way you are.”
“We all think you’re perfect,” Daddy Torin said.
Perfectly awkward and perfectly screwed, she almost said. But she bit her tongue, not wanting them to mistake any well-intentioned humor for rudeness. Her bottom was still on fire and she doubted she would be sitting comfortably anytime soon. Naptime would be conducted stomach-down. At the thought of sleeping, she stifled a wide yawn, her fatigue finally starting to surpass her arousal. Indeed, after running across Rissa Island with her heavy backpack, then boarding theRithonaand shivering in the cargo hold for several hours, during which time she had probably only managed a few minutes of sleep, she was positively bone-weary. After another yawn, Daddy Aras lifted her up to stand between his spread thighs.
“Time to get you ready for your nap, little girl.” He reached for the purple thong and held it up with a look of consternation. “These are not the proper undergarments of a little girl and they will not do.” He tossed them away and looked at his brothers. “She can sleep in one of our large undershirts. It will be like a nightdress on her.”
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Aras
“An undershirt. Hm. Good idea,” Kameel said. He exited the room quickly and returned in a flash with one of his light gray undershirts. Aras accepted it with a nod and peered at Kenna. She was being such a good little girl right now, standing in front of him without covering her privates. He glanced down at her center and noticed a glimmer of moisture on her inner thigh. Since his youngest brothers hadn’t had much interaction with her yet and he sensed their eagerness, addressing the three of them, he said, “Our little girl needs cleaning up before her naptime. Could you all please assist?”
A look of pleasure washed across Nagen’s face first, soon followed by Vilad’s and Zane’s. The three of them entered the bathroom for a moment, returning readily with the items needed to clean Kenna’s wet privates: two small damp cloths and one large dry one. Aras intended to put the undershirt on her after they got her all cleaned up, and he most definitely wouldn’t be putting her in any sort of undergarment. The scrap of fabric she thought constituted as panties were not appropriate for her, in his opinion, and he would later see if one of the material replicators in engineering could produce an acceptable pair of soft, cute panties for their little girl. His cock stirred at the image of her wearing nothing but a pair of pink panties adorned with ruffles, or perhaps a pair of the white cotton variety or some with a delicate flower pattern.
Kenna stared at him with her large beautiful blue eyes, a look of profound trust filling her gaze. The intensity of her expression caught him off guard, and he found himself swallowing past a sudden burning in his throat. She affected him more deeply than any other being he’d ever encountered, so much that he wondered if one day he might even manage to read her exact thoughts, though he suspected she would not appreciate such an intrusion. Perhaps he’d better not attempt such a thing unless she was in danger, or perhaps lying to them about something.Unless it is absolutely necessary to her safety and well-being, he told himself. Humans were similar enough to Khanndorans for him to realize she valued the solitude of her private thoughts. Intruding on her mind too far might sever the trust he was starting to build with her, and he vowed to tread carefully and thoughtfully when it came to sensing her emotions.
The truth of the darkness she was running away from would be delivered from her own lips, when she felt ready to tell her story.
But tell her story she would. Soon. He would strive to earn her trust further and encourage her to open up to him and hiszoshin.
Refocusing on the task of preparing Kenna for bed, he urged her to spread her legs wide. “Part those thighs a bit more, little girl, and let Daddies Nagen, Vilad, and Zane clean up your soaking privates. Let them take care of you, my sweet. They are eager to tend to you and help get you ready for bed. We all are. Daddy Nagen will go first.”
He watched as she moved her thighs apart, and he placed his hands on either side of her waist to help hold her steady. Nagen knelt behind her and peered up at her pussy before running the damp cloth over her wet folds in a thorough manner. Kenna closed her eyes and appeared as if she were in fit of frustration, and Aras had to bite back a smile, for he knew her discomfort stemmed from a desire to reach the heights of pleasure again. Perhaps after she took a nap, they could take turns stroking her pussy and using the vibrator on her.
Lust swept through him at the memory of how fiercely she had shuddered and how sweetly she had moaned as her orgasm assailed her. In all his life, he’d never seen a sight so beautifully erotic. He would happily spend the rest of his life watching her shudder in the throes of ecstasy, while holding her close to his heart and giving her the affection she not only craved… but deserved. If ever there was a sweet little girl who deserved tender care and devotion, it was this little human female known as Kenna, the very female who had visited his dreams. ThankXosohonaxhiszoshinhad found her as quickly as they had.
The thought of her all alone without a male guardian, let alone six strong Khanndoran males to care for her, made his blood heat with rage as he considered all the anguish she must have endured thus far in her life. Earth, safe though it was compared to many other planets, was still not a place for an orphan to try to make it alone—particularly a lone female. If he ever discovered someone on Earth had hurt her or taken advantage of her, he would not hesitate to exact revenge on her behalf. He took a deep breath and forced it out slowly, unclenching his fists as he calmed himself and focused on the pretty little girl who needed him. Neededthem.
“I’ve gotten as much of her arousal as I can with this cloth,” Nagen said, rising to his feet. He patted Kenna’s bottom. “She’s so soaking wet and swollen with arousal, I’m surprised she’s not begging us to claim her right now. Even in this moment, I can smell her excitement mounting. It’s your turn, Vilad.”
Chapter Nine
Makenna
She forced herself to remain as still and quiet as possible while Daddy Vilad, another of the triplets, took his turn at wiping a damp cloth over her aching parts. She was certain her face had never been so red before, but at least only Daddy Aras could see it from where she was standing. She heard movement behind her and stifled a moan as the warm, wet cloth caressed her throbbing pussy.
Her heart raced. Dizziness made her wobble in place, but Daddy Aras held her up, his unblinking dark eyes peering into hers while she was forced to endure one of the most shameful—but undeniably sensual—experiences of her life. Daddy Vilad took his time with methodical, careful swipes through her nether folds.
“It’s your turn now, Zane,” Daddy Vilad said, giving her one last deliciously sensual swipe with the warm cloth, dragging the material over her clit for one long teasing moment before standing up and stepping aside for his brother.
Daddy Zane soon moved in and tended to her privates using a large dry cloth. Like Daddy Vilad and Daddy Nagen before him, he took his time as he rubbed it all over her sensitized parts. When the cloth rubbed over her clit on occasion, it was all she could do to keep from pleading for him to allow her a release. She rocked forward, deeper into Daddy Aras’ arms while Daddy Zane diligently completed the task of cleaning the evidence of her arousal. Inside the confines of her bra and tank top, her breasts ached and her nipples hardened to painful tight peaks.
She thought of Daddy Torin’s assertion that they would not claim her until she begged to be taken, and she half-wondered how another day would pass without her losing control and pleading for her daddies to take her.
Her daddies.A delightful shiver coupled with a surge of warmth surrounding her heart affected her at the prospect of all six handsome warriors caring for her, showering her with affection and even chastising her when she was naughty. As she stood there in the presence of a Khanndoranzoshinwho wanted to keep her as their mate—their little girl—she could no longer sense the gaping hole in her chest that seemed to perpetually ache with loneliness.Was it true?she wondered. Had they all really dreamed about her before even meeting her?
“All finished,” Daddy Zane announced, and a delicious shudder coursed down her back as he cupped her bottom cheeks and leaned over her to trail kisses along her neckline. His body heat wafted against her in steady waves, as if he gave off a flare of heat with each beat of his heart. She tilted her head to the side, giving him better access to the hollow of her throat, where he obligingly ventured next, leaving behind a path of tingling heat in the wake of his kisses. “Lift your arms up now, little girl, and let Daddy Aras remove the rest of your clothing so we can get you into your new nightshirt.”
His deep, gravelly voice compelled her to obey. She lifted her arms and allowed Daddy Aras, along with the rest of the brothers, to undress her. Numerous pairs of hands caressed her flesh and helped remove her bra as Daddy Aras pulled her tank top over her head. She closed her eyes and drifted in a sea of molten bliss, unable to discern whose hand was whose as the six Khanndoran males crowded around her, stroking and exploring her nakedness.
Hands cupped her breasts, massaged her sore bottom, and rubbed her back all over. Someone was rubbing her thighs too. Oh, what a wondrous relief that was, after spending hours crouched in hiding between two large crates in the cargo hold. It was a literal full body massage with six pairs of large, warm six-fingered hands working out the residual soreness from her sprint across Rissa Island. She floated in tranquil pleasure of their ministrations, reveling in the warmth of their body heat.
Too soon Daddy Aras pulled the nightshirt down over her head. She obediently stuck her arms through the holes and allowed him to draw it down past her waist. Opening her eyes, she peered down and was stunned to see the garment rested well below her knees. These male Khanndorans were so huge compared to her, she was practically drowning in Daddy Kameel’s undershirt. She inhaled deeply and smiled. A pleasant masculine scent was attached to the shirt. She had never slept in a man’s shirt before. She breathed deep again and again, feeling her head droop as the quiet abyss of sleep beckoned.
Daddy Torin scooped her up in his arms. She blinked up at him, stifling a yawn as he placed her under the covers Daddy Aras was holding back. Once they got her situated on the bed, all the brothers stood around her, each of them grasping part of the covers to pull them up to her chin. Six daddies tucking her in at the same time.
She peered from face to face as fatigue continued to overcome her. Her eyes felt heavy and she could have sworn she was floating on the soft mattress beneath her, she was weightless and liquefied all at once. She also felt protected. Nothing would hurt her while she slept. Not as long as she had her daddies.
