Page 19 of Alien Daddies
“Once you mate with each of us, our souls imprint on yours, just as your soul imprints on ours. You will be able to tell us all apart quite easily after that. Each of us will have a certain…feelingto you. You might even sense our presence a moment or two before we enter a room.”
“But, how can that be possible? I-I am not Khanndoran.” She swallowed hard and added, “Never mind the fact that I have not agreed to mate with the six of you,” in a borderline defiant tone.
“Khanndoran males typically do not mate with other species; however, when we do, in most cases the alien female still experiences the imprinting. I have no doubt you will share in the bond of our mating.” He tucked an errant strand of hair behind her ear, causing her to shudder as her breath caught in her throat. A flush promptly spread over her cheeks and the first hint of her arousal hit his nostrils. His little girl was getting achy and wet again.
She gave him a curious look. “What does imprinting feel like?”
He reached between her legs, pushed the nightshirt out of the way, and cupped her pussy hard, digging the heel of his palm directly onto her clit. She gasped and grabbed onto him, her eyes darkening with desire. Her chest rose and fell more rapidly and her face reddened further, an adorable blush stealing over her lovely features.
“I have never mated with a female before. Sex… yes, but permanent mating—no. But I have heard it is the most wonderfully erotic and emotional sensation. I look forward to sharing the experience with you soon, my little human. I’m going to pound into you and make youmine. My brothers will do the same and you will belong to us forever.”
“Forever is a long time,” she breathed, her eyes wide.
He drew two fingers through her increasing moisture and rubbed a thumb overtop her engorged clit. She bucked against him and gripped his arms tighter, her dark silken locks flailing with her quick movements.
“You’re soaking wet, little girl. Is all this moisture for your daddy?”
She gave a strangled moan and an intense look of concentration came over her, as if she were preparing to come. He immediately removed his hand from her center and guided her toward the bathroom.
“Hey, not fair!” She tried to wrench her arm from his grasp, but he held firm. “It’s not polite to just leave a girl hanging like that. Especially when I’m not allowed to touch myself.”
He released her after they entered the bathroom and pinned her with a scolding look. “I can’t speak for myzoshin, but the only time you will be permitted to orgasm with me, little human, will be when I finally claim you as my mate. After you finally fall on your knees and beg me to claim you as my life mate. After you begall six of us.”
She scowled at him and put her hands on her hips. “Don’t hold your breath, Prince Charming.”
“I am not a prince,” he said. “The last of the Khanndoran royal lines died off before the Interstellar Portal Arrays appeared. We are now ruled by a government similar to your democratic one in New America, though we have four elected leaders rather than one president, as you call it on your world. Every five years we elect a leader from each living adult generation. Young, middle-aged, elderly, and centenarian, to create the perfect balance of thoughtful guidance and representation for all interests of the inhabitants of our great planet of Khanndora.”
She sighed. “Thanks for the civics lesson. Look, I know you’re not a prince. It was just an expression. Um, never mind.” She gave him a brief, somewhat awkward smile and pressed her lips together, as if trying to keep herself from smiling wider. Had he said something humorous?
He turned on the water in the bathtub and pressed a button to add fragrant soap that smelled like the wildflower fields of Khanndora. He faced Kenna and nodded at her nightshirt.
“Time to get you undressed, little girl. It’s bath time. Lift your arms up.”
She made no move to comply. “I can get undressed and bathe myself, Daddy Zane. I appreciate the offer, but I’m a big girl.”
“No, you’re a little girl, and I suggest you obey your daddy unless you want me to add to the spanking Daddy Aras gave you earlier today. Now, are you going to be a good little girl and let me help you take a bath, or am I going to have to put you over my knee?”
The scent of her arousal increased and she squirmed in place, pressing her thighs tight together as if trying to hide her lustful state from him. But there would be no hiding. Zane, along with his brothers, would never fail to detect when her pussy was getting wet and achy. He placed a finger beneath her chin, forcing her to hold his gaze.
“What is your decision, Kenna? Do you want another spanking on your bare bottom, or are you going to be a good little girl for your daddy?”
She stared at him wordlessly for several long moments, before releasing a shaky breath and finally answering, “I-I’ll be a good little girl.”
Chapter Ten
Makenna
Daddy Zane tossed her nightshirt onto a nearby chair. She stood in front of him, stark naked, with her hands at her sides as she resisted the urge to cover herself, recalling with full clarity what had happened the last time she had shielded her nudity. His eyes drifted to her bosom, and the caress of his heated gaze alone caused her nipples to harden. Her face became hotter and she felt a deep flush course throughout her entire body.
She heard the water turn off automatically. The steam of the bath wafted against her thighs and bottom from where she stood in front of the tub. She longed to sink into the warm fragrant bath water, but she waited for Daddy Zane to give her another command. Her behind tingled at the prospect of receiving a spanking from him. His eyes appeared a bit darker—more serious, perhaps—than his triplet brothers Daddy Nagen and Daddy Vilad. Maybe she would learn to tell the brothers apart before she mated with them after all.
Correction—ifshe mated with them. And that was a big fuckingif.
Forever. Khanndorans mated for life.
“What are you thinking about, little girl?” he asked, tipping her chin up with one finger. She swallowed hard and stared at him, the ache between her thighs pulsing hotter. His nostrils flared and she cursed her inability to control her arousal in the presence of Daddy Zane and the rest of hiszoshin. Their dark dreamy eyes, delicious masculine scents, handsome faces, towering height, well-sculpted bodies, and deep sexy voices seemed designed to summon her arousal in an instant.
“I… I am wondering something,” she found herself saying, “about the Khanndoran mating process.”
