His Little Earthling

by Katie Douglas

  “It just says it replenishes skin and invigorates subdermal something-or-others.” She unfastened the tube with a snap. “It’ll be fun to find out what that means!”

  She squeezed some of the face mask into her hand. Ral watched as she covered her face in it, until she was mostly red, with her eyes and lips poking out as their normal color.

  “Well, you weren’t lying about the strawberry! It smells wonderful!” Sarah exclaimed.

  “Sure does. I think my little mermaid should always smell of strawberry. It complements your natural scent.”

  “Now I need to wait for it to work. The tube said it needs to stay on for twenty minutes.”

  “I know what we can do for that length of time,” Ral took his shirt off then reached into the tub and stroked Sarah’s leg. She looked up at him in surprise, but she didn’t resist. When his hand brushed against her sex, she moaned quietly.

  “This is wrong.” She looked at him and tears were starting to fill her lower lash line. Ral shook his head then stroked her hair with his dry hand.

  “No, it’s not, little one. It’s okay. You are allowed to do this.”

  “But I did so bad. I shouldn’t get to be happy.”

  “Who can forgive you?” Ral decided to explore this, since it was clearly eating at her.

  “No one. Everyone’s dead.” Her voice took on that faraway quality that made Ral worry that she wasn’t coming back this time.

  “Sarah? Pay attention to me.” He put his dry hand on one of her shoulders. “You are the only person who can forgive yourself. And who is in charge of you?”

  “You,” she mumbled, staring through him.

  “Do I want you to be mad at yourself?”

  She hesitated for a moment. “Probably not.”

  “Then what do you need to do?”

  Sarah didn’t speak for a long minute. “Forgive myself. But I don’t know how!”

  “You’ve only realized you’re in control of the problem for all of two seconds. I don’t see how you’ve had time to decide what you know about the answer.”

  “What should I do?” Through the pink of the face mask, she was so lost and scared. Ral intended to do whatever he could to make her feel better.

  “Let it work its way out. And let Daddy take care of you. Trust that I know what is best for you, and that I would never do anything to harm you.”

  She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, then she nodded.

  “Okay. And thank you.” She looked up at him again and he decided she’d reached a good place to continue. He leaned forward and kissed the point of each nipple, hearing her legs shift under the water as she rolled her hips in response. The strawberry scent was intoxicatingly cute and perfectly matched the sound of her voice.

  “Tell me to stop,” he told her. She opened her mouth, ready to do it, he almost saw the words forming on the tip of her tongue, then she pressed her lips together and shook her head.

  “I can’t. Don’t want you to stop.” She pleaded with her big blue eyes. Ral reached one hand back into the water and circled her pussy lips with his finger. She was so contradictory, he thought. One minute she was pushing him away and the next, she was begging him not to stop.

  She arched her back and gripped the edge of the tub as he slid his finger inside her, while his thumb lightly brushed against her button. He worked his finger into her silky channel and felt it press against him on all sides, the heat warming his finger as her dewy liquid pooled around him. She moaned, a guttural sound that made him yearn to fill her with his hard cock. This was all she wanted right now, he knew. Her breasts pressed toward him and he leaned over the side of the tub then took one nipple in his mouth, fondling the other one with his hand. Her breath was coming in gasps and the strawberry scent mingled with the musky perfume of her arousal.

  “I need to come.” Sarah looked worried.

  Ral smiled, and shook his head. “Not yet, little one.”

  He increased the pace as he finger-fucked her. Her breasts heaved as she clearly struggled to stop herself from coming. He would teach her, through moments like this.

  “Please?” Her voice was a tiny squeak now. Ral looked at her, helplessly dependent on him to allow her to come, so submissive, gazing up at him through the pink face mask, her blue eyes wide as she bit down on her lower lip and gripped the tub tightly.

  “All right, you’re allowed to come now,” he said, and she writhed and splashed in the bathwater as she came hard, then she relaxed so much that she sank under the surface for a brief moment, until only the tip of her nose was above it. The face mask dissolved in the liquid, and when she came back up again, gasping for air, she had the biggest smile on her face.

  “Feeling a little better?” He didn’t think he really needed to ask, but he did anyway.

  She nodded emphatically. “Thank you, Daddy.”

  “Turn this way, please, and I’d like you to hold your lovely breasts together for me.” He watched a frown cloud her face.

  “They’re not lovely, they’re too big. And everyone says more than a handful is wasted.” She looked sad. Ral put a finger under her chin and raised her face to look at his.

  “More than a handful means I can press my erection between your bountiful cleavage and fuck your delectable breasts until I cover them in cum, even with my huge elf-cock. Which you wouldn’t catch me complaining about, little lady.”

  She eyed the bulge in his trousers and he suppressed a grin as he watched her face change when she realized that her boobs were, in fact, the perfect size for his cock. Less hesitantly, she lifted her breasts and pressed them together as he’d told her. Her thumbs brushed against her nipples deliciously as she firmly held herself for him. He unfastened his pants and his huge member sprang free. It twitched in anticipation as he gently positioned the head between her cleavage, just beneath the twin points of her nipples. Parting her mounds with an upward thrust, he savored the feeling of her full, soft breasts against his shaft. His tip very slightly pushed over the swell of her flesh at this angle, and he watched a tiny droplet of pre-cum form as he gently moved his cock in her ample bosom.

  He watched her hold her boobs. They swelled between her fingers as he felt the warmth of the place where his cock nestled. The friction from her skin against his was enough to put him close to coming. He gazed into her endless blue eyes.

  “Lean down and lick the tip,” he told her. She obeyed immediately, and the added sensation of her tiny tongue lapping against the very end of his huge cock sent him over the edge in barely a minute. He thrust against her cleavage twice more as he erupted, sending his essence all over her tongue, her chin, and the top of her breasts. The sight of Sarah, covered in goo and holding her ample bosom, was enough to make him harden again in seconds.

  The look of pure disbelief that crossed her face was nothing compared to her expression a minute later, when, after he buried himself between her cleavage and fucked her tits again, he erupted a second time and covered her in more of his seed. Dazed but very pleased, he decided to stop there, otherwise this bath would go on forever, and she needed regular drinks to make up for the dehydration she had suffered.

  He disentangled himself from her and washed her thoroughly with the shower attachment.

  “Do you want your new shampoo?”

  She nodded, but she didn’t say anything.

  He passed her the bottle and let her cover her hair in the glittery solution. After she held her fingers under the showerhead to clean them off, he rinsed her hair until all the bubbles had gone. As he replaced the showerhead in its cradle above the faucet, she finally spoke.

  “You… came twice. At once. How?”

  Ral smiled, as he realized he’d never explained that to her.

  “I am an elf. One of our special abilities is that we can multiple orgasm with no refractory period.”

  “What does that mean?” She frowned as she tried to figure it out.

  “It means I don’t have to wait long to get hard again
. And if I want to, I can just keep going without stopping between climaxes.”

  Sarah nodded, then she frowned again. “I thought men had to have a break before they got hard again so they got other things done. What stops you having sex all the time?”

  “Well, what stops you?” He fired back at her with a chuckle.

  “Uh… I get tired. Or I want a drink. Or ice cream. I don’t know.”

  “Maybe that’s what makes me stop having sex, too.”

  “Unbelievable.”

  “Women don’t have the market cornered on eating ice cream, you know,” he pointed out, as he lifted her out of the bathtub and placed her in the drying unit, then turned it on.

  “Then why isn’t there a world shortage of snacks?” Her voice was muffled by the sound of the drying unit as it warmed and dried her hair and body.

  “Because they make enough for everyone to eat. Stay there until you’re dry. When the dryer’s timer finishes, it will switch off, then you need to put your robe on and join me in the living room if I’m not back. I’m going to go make you up a sippy cup of juice.” He watched her nod, then he went to the kitchen. When she didn’t appear after the drying unit must have finished, he went to check on her. She was leaning on the side of the unit, sobbing her heart out with tears streaming down her face. As Ral wrapped her in her robe, he made soothing noises to reassure her. He gently led her to a beanbag in the living room, and wondered how he was going to have any time to cook food for her while she was so vulnerable. She was going to require supervision around the clock at this rate.

  Chapter Fourteen

  The chilling knowledge that she had left her son in the past had made Sarah’s entire body grind to a halt. As the days passed, she slowly began to move again under her own steam, but she still felt like she was trying to think through a heavy veil that was stopping her from seeing things properly. Ral sent her back to school after four weeks, and she had a lot of catching up to do. When she got stuck on work she could normally do, he sat with her and patiently talked her through the problem. She was very grateful to him for not laughing at her when she got stuck with basic math or forgot the differences between boiling and melting. She was directing enough mean thoughts toward herself for both of them. One day, she found herself giggling at something silly, and she stopped herself immediately. Now she felt guilty for starting to feel better.

  She was most appreciative of the food and drink schedule. When she was at the apartment, Ral brought her bottles of juice every forty minutes, and had broken her eating schedule down into six small meals a day. Sarah’s tummy got full so easily at the moment that she liked having smaller amounts of different foods. At school, eating in class wasn’t allowed, but Ral sent her in every day with a packed lunch and two bottles of juice. He’d enlisted Laila and Riela to help make sure Sarah was eating and drinking, and while she found their interference mildly irritating, she knew she needed all the help she could get.

  After five weeks, Sarah suddenly realized that the fog around her thoughts had been slowly lifting, and now she seemed able to see things much more clearly again. It all culminated in her standing in the kitchen, watching Ral make lunch, when she said, “Can we go out for food sometime?”

  Ral looked at her in surprise then smiled and nodded.

  “Sure we can, little one. Did you have anywhere in mind?”

  “Not really. But I heard from Riela that there’s every different type of restaurant somewhere in Minos Kerala, and I haven’t been to any or tried any of their foods.”

  “I think I know the perfect place. I’ll see if I can book for later in the week. And honey?”

  “Yeah?”

  “I’m proud of you.”

  Sarah frowned. “What for?”

  “Well, we’re not out of the woods yet, but you’ve made a lot of progress toward moving forward.”

  “I guess.”

  As the week continued, Sarah had made so much progress that she earned herself a caning at school. Despite her constant fear that Mr. Tarik was going to rain punishment onto her for not measuring up to his standards, it was actually Miss Juniper the art teacher who Sarah accidentally got on the wrong side of.

  A lot of teachers had given Sarah space to catch up with her work, but Miss Juniper was not one of them.

  “Everyone else has handed in an art project, Sarah; where’s yours?” she asked after class.

  Taken aback, Sarah shook her head. “I’m sorry, but I haven’t finished it yet, miss.”

  “The deadline was today.” As the teacher said it, Sarah’s heart sank.

  “I know, but I’ve not been here.”

  “That’s not an acceptable excuse. Art is the most important subject in school. You should prioritize it over everything else.”

  Sarah frowned. The teacher’s comments had riled her up. “Look, art might be important to you, but I’m quite sure the rest of the world thinks it’s a bit of a pointless way to play around on a rainy afternoon.” The moment she’d said it, she knew she had made everything worse, but at this point she was annoyed so she kept going. “If I’d been well enough to do your stupid project I would have been well enough to come to school. Some people have more important things to do than draw pictures all day and I had a good reason not to be here.”

  Miss Juniper’s face darkened. “I was going to send you home with a recommendation that your guardian spank you, but for your insolence, and your frankly offensive comments about my profession, I’m going to cane you myself. I would strongly advise you to not say or do anything else or I’ll flag this up to the head and you’ll be caned in front of the whole school in the Friday assembly instead.”

  Sarah paled in horror. With a thousand students, the school was large enough that someone got into enough trouble to be caned by the head teacher nearly every week, and the school was small enough that everyone fit into one room to watch. It was just about the worst thing Sarah could think of and she didn’t want it to happen to her. She instantly stopped talking.

  “That’s better. Now bend over my desk, please.” Miss Juniper walked to the classroom door and locked it, then pressed the button that made the windows turn opaque. The dingy yellow lighting made this situation all the more gloomy.

  Sarah bent over the desk, which was laden with mugs filled with paintbrushes, stacks of books, and flattened-out curlys depicting great works of art, waiting to find a home on the cluttered walls. She tried not to knock anything over in case she got into more trouble.

  “When some people go out of their way to make your life easier, you shouldn’t assume that everyone will. If you had asked me for an extension I would have considered it, but you did not. You just assumed that you would get special treatment because you’re somehow different. Your attitude this afternoon has been disgraceful. I want that work on my desk before class starts tomorrow or I’ll cane you again.”

  Sarah sighed, and conceded that, while Miss Juniper was being strict, it wasn’t unfair or unreasonable to expect someone to ask for an extension if they needed one.

  “I’m sorry I didn’t do the work. I should have asked for more time.”

  “You should have. However, I’m not caning you for the fact you didn’t do the work, I’m caning you for your horrible attitude. Count six and I expect you to thank me for every stroke.”

  Sarah closed her eyes and braced herself. She’d never felt a cane before and didn’t want to know what this experience was going to be like. Her regulation school skirt was folded back and she felt the thin stick tap against her bottom. She wished she had worn panties made of something thick today, such as velvet or reinforced concrete. A moment later, a line of pure pain seared through her thin cotton underwear. Sarah squeezed her hands hard and bit into her lip to stop herself screaming. She blew air out through her mouth to try to focus on her breathing.

  “What do you need to do?” Miss Juniper’s voice got past the pain and Sarah remembered.

  “One… Thank you, miss.” Sarah was so emb
arrassed. She sincerely hoped the class capture system wasn’t live streaming this on the school’s intranet. The chances were low, since art class didn’t have tests to revise for, and it was well known across the school that Miss Juniper hated the idea of anyone recording her classes. She’d even thrown an inspector out, once, because he was asking the students too many questions while she was trying to teach.

  The cane bit down again and Sarah growled as she tried not to move. She didn’t want to be in more trouble than she was already.

  “Two. Thank you, miss.” Barely two seconds after she’d stopped speaking, the third stroke scored into Sarah’s haunches, and she imagined the line it had caused as it seemed to set all her nerves on fire. She began to sob as she realized she had three more of these to go.

  “Thre-ee,” she sobbed. “Thank you, miss.”

  Sarah expected the fourth one to land immediately, but Miss Juniper bided her time. Thirty seconds passed, marked by the ticking of the class clock. Except for Sarah’s quiet sniffles, it was the only sound in the expectant silence.

  Another second ticked by, then the cane scored across Sarah’s sit-spot, taking her by surprise and making her utter a short scream before she closed her mouth to stop it getting out any further. She felt the tears begin their journey down her face as she tried to get her mouth to say the correct words.

  “F-f-four. Th-thank you, miss.” She cried from pain and fear as she knew there was only more caning in the immediate future. As the cane made a swooshing sound, she involuntarily clenched her bottom and tensed her legs. The movement changed the location of her cheeks, and the stroke blazed a trail across the top of her bare thighs. She shrieked as the agony demanded every ounce of her attention, with no room left for trying to remain quiet. Her feet stamped and her fists bounced off the top of the desk as the biting pain lingered.