Page 21 of Alien Daddies
“Please, Daddy,” she said, lifting her bottom higher. She didn’t know if she was asking him to switch to caressing her pussy, perhaps to shove a finger or two inside her aching womanhood, or if she was asking him to shove his digit into her ass. She only knew one thing for certain—that she needed him inside her in this moment. There was an aching in her that needed desperately to be filled.
“Does my little girl want Daddy’s finger in her bottom?” His breath tickled her neck.
“I…” Makenna flushed and her voice became stuck in her throat. Was she really about to ask him to push inside her ass? “I…” she tried again but her vocal cords refused to cooperate. She settled for pushing her bottom back against Daddy Zane’s probing digit, as if trying to impale herself upon his finger.
“Little girl,” he said, “you’re going to have to ask for it. Ask Daddy to slide his finger in your bottom hole.” He applied further pressure but didn’t breach her entrance, which only left her increasingly flustered. She felt the exact moment her brow broke out in a sweat as she yearned for him to shove into this private part of her.
She forced a few deep breaths and thankfully, when she next tried to speak, her voice finally worked. “Please, Daddy, will you please put your finger in my bottom hole?” she asked in a low tone, all but whispering the last several words. She quivered with need, her legs trembling beneath her as her desire swelled to unbearable heights. And to think he wouldn’t allow her to come unless she begged him to take her as his life mate… well, this thought had her wondering if any of his brothers would let her come again anytime soon. But the sensation of his digit entering her tightness erased all thought of what his brothers might or might not allow, and she writhed in the water and moaned as he obliged her request.
“Your bottom hole is very, very tight, little girl,” Daddy Zane said with a growl. “Tell me, have you ever had anything inside it before?”
“I… no, Daddy.” She struggled for air as he pushed deeper. Though he wasn’t touching her pussy at all, let alone her throbbing clit, the feel of his large finger thrusting into her behind hole brought a measure of relief and more satisfaction than she had imagined.
“No wonder you’re so tight,” he said, withdrawing slightly only to push back inside, deeper this time. He rested his free hand on her lower back, as if to steady her while he continued shoving into her tightness. Again, he pulled out partially only to drive straight back in, with more force this time, and he soon made a rhythm out of it, pounding her ass with his huge thick finger. “A fortunate thing that you enjoy a good bottom hole fucking, little girl, because we must train you to take a cock back here. I can’t speak for my brothers, but I personally plan to spread your bottom wide and claim your ass on a regular basis. Of course, I plan to take your mouth and your pussy frequently as well. All your holes are tempting, little human.”
His declaration sent a wave of heat pulsing outward from her pussy. She was on edge, one careful swipe of a digit over her clit away from splintering into a thousand pieces. But Daddy Zane wouldn’t grant her a release. She pressed her eyes shut and whimpered as her desperation mounted. Still, he gave her no relief. She was burning up with need and didn’t think she could take another breath before she reached completion.
In her frantic state she snapped and did something very impulsive and very naughty.
She reached between her thighs and rubbed her clit for a split second.
A split second was all it took. Just before Daddy Zane realized what she’d done and started to withdraw from her ass, a powerful quaking orgasm rippled through her. She moaned and gyrated against her hand as the fast but hard release swept over her, leaving her boneless and vibrating in the aftermath of her illicit deed. But Daddy Zane’s deep voice, thickened with fierce disapproval, soon drew her out of her blissful reverie.
“Little girl, you are in so much trouble.”
“What did she do?” came Daddy Torin’s voice from the doorway.
Makenna gasped and peered over her shoulder to find not just Daddy Torin, but the rest of hiszoshinapproaching. Her stomach flipped when the five of them entered the bathroom one by one, their nostrils flaring as a knowing look entered each of their stern gazes.
“Ah,” Daddy Nagen said before Daddy Zane could tell them about her stolen orgasm. “I think, given the guilt and shame written across her face, it would be safe to assume our little girl was naughty and touched herself without permission. Is that correct?”
“I was in the process of training her bottom hole when she quickly reached between her thighs and not only touched herself without permission, but gave herself an orgasm,” Daddy Zane replied.
Completely mortified, Makenna glanced from brother to brother, her sense of dread deepening with each second. She had no doubt they would punish her for her misdeed, and the idea of them all not only knowing what she’d done—but participating in her punishment as well—left her flushing hotter with embarrassment. Now that they were all here, she doubted any of them would leave until she was properly dealt with.
“Get her out of the bathtub,” Daddy Torin said. “I want her dried off and placed on the bed with her thighs spread wide.” His gaze was dark and ominous, promising a shameful punishment the likes of which she probably couldn’t even fathom.
She rose up with Daddy Zane’s assistance, her head lowered in humiliation. She’d been a naughty little girl indeed, and all six of her daddies were displeased with her. A tingle raced across her bottom cheeks, and despite her nervousness over her impending punishment, the heat of her recently alleviated arousal re-surged between her thighs.
Chapter Eleven
Makenna
As thezoshingot her into position on the bed, lying on her back with her legs spread shamefully wide, Makenna noticed several items had appeared on the bedside table. A stack of modest-looking panties, some plain white while others sported pastel flower prints, as well as at least ten extremely feminine-looking dresses, draped haplessly over the table as if they’d been placed there in a hurry. Most of the pastel flower print panties coordinated with one of the dresses, while others were simply a solid pastel color. She imagined how girlish and innocent she would feel when she donned one of these little girl outfits they had apparently designed just for her. Then she noticed a formidable-looking metallic stand behind the dresses that contained several phallus-shaped objects lined up from smallest to largest. In a groove in the stand beside the phalluses she also noticed a large bottle filled with some sort of clear substance.
“What-what isthatfor?”
“We’ve been busy with the materials replicator, little girl, designing and creating any items you might need,” Daddy Kameel explained as he sat beside her on the bed. “Appropriate panties as well as nightwear and dresses.” He nodded at a stack of nightdresses behind the device that she hadn’t noticed. “The items you are looking at are intended to help train your bottom hole to accept the size of our cocks.”
“But… even the small one is rather large!” She felt her eyes widen as a sense of disbelief washed over her. How big was a Khanndoran’s cock, anyway? If they were in proportion to the size of their massive muscular bodies, she was well and truly fucked. While she was no virgin and she had enjoyed Daddy Zane’s finger pumping in and out of her ass, she didn’t know how she would learn to accept even the smallest phallus from the…cock stand. If she wasn’t so nervous in this moment, she would have laughed at the clever name she’d given the replicated stand of dildos.
“We’ve designed the phalluses in incrementing sizes to help you work your way up to the size of our cocks, little girl. Eventually you will work your way up to the largest one,” Daddy Nagen—or was he Daddy Vilad?—said as he pushed the cock stand closer to her view. “We want that little asshole of yours ready by the time you beg us to claim you as our mate. We have no wish to harm you during the mating process.”
She hadn’t even agreed to become their life mate and already they were replicating dildos for her ass. She glared at him, though she wasn’t really in the position to argue at the moment. Not with Daddy Aras and Daddy Kameel holding her legs spread wide open. She had a very, very bad feeling about what was about to happen. Weren’t they going to spank her? In this position, they couldn’t easily reach her bottom, not unless they lifted her legs up. She glanced down at her spread pussy just as Daddy Torin sat on the bed between her legs. His eyes glimmered dark with disapproval and when he opened his mouth to speak, she knew before he said a word he was about to deliver a firm scolding.
“Little girl, you were told not to touch your privates without permission. Yet you not only reached between your legs, you gave yourself a release during your bath time. We are not pleased with your behavior and you will be soundly punished for your misdeed,” he said in an admonishing tone that made her insides quiver.
“You ought to be ashamed of yourself, little girl,” Daddy Zane added, and with a skip of her heart she realized she could indeed tell him apart from his triplet brothers, “touching what belongs to your daddies without permission.” He sat near her head, the uniqueness of his gaze, similar but just different enough, slightly darker and more intense than his triplet brothers, with one hand on her upper arm. He reached around her with his free hand to press upon her other arm, holding her down for whatever was about to happen.
