LiTTLE CHERiNE Book 01 - post126

"...If we freeze an assailant, not many will notice and soon as we are safely out of danger we release him. Only one person knows instead of maybe hundreds.”

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I picked up a knife from the table and gave it to Cherine. “Pretend you are my protector. Now, I am ordering you to stab Samantha with it. Do it now!”

“No.”

“You have to, I ordered you to.”

“No, you know I will not, not even as the protector - as part of you.” She put the knife down. I made her pick it up again. “Okay, I can understand how it goes against your prime directive. Stab me then. Go on, do it.”

“I can’t.”

“Exactly. That is what happened today. What a catastrophe for all of us if it had obeyed. A whole galaxy of Worlds would have become our enemies instead of friends. Thank goodness nobody ever obeys me.”

“I do.”

I gave her a grin. “You do Wendy? How many times have you brushed your teeth in the morning this week? If it wasn’t for our loving at night you would not have brushed them then either would you?” With an exaggerated sadness, I added, “No, the truth is that none of you listen to me.”

I suppose Cherine said it for them, “Only when you are wrong Robert.” Her voice was very small, with but the slightest hint of her cheekiness and even then she glanced at Dommi. I also glanced at Dommi with a question in my heart. *Tomorrow Robert.*

While I am in an introspective mood, I think I should set down something that needs to be corrected, as I consider it very important. If I am right, it will affect the way we treat any alien (to us) species we meet.

Earlier on I mentioned that the shape of the alien betrayed it was not human. Because, as a species, we have been alone, we have used that word to describe Hominidae, the race of Man. It is time we give a broader meaning to the words human and humanity. I intend using them to describe any species which is sapient (sentient), however different they are from us, whether they have a corporeal form or not. If I need to speak of our species in particular, I will describe us as Terrans.

As soon as we went to the bedroom, Dommi lay down and half buried her face in the pillow and went to sleep. The girls were still giggling and splashing in the bathroom. I watched her, fixing her in my mind. This role she has had to take over, I think only I, of the lot of us, suspect what heartaches it will bring her over the years. My heart ached with my love for her, but then I thought, let her sleep, she will smell so much sweeter when she wakes for me.

The first one back was Cherine. She looked at Dommi and there was a glow of love in her. She quietly climbed on hands and knees to me, lying on top of me.

“Can I be last tonight Robert?”

“Any reason love?”

“You and I have caused too many problems today. Make the others happy first please?”

“You girls played a trick on me today, how did you get Samantha to play along?”

She just stared at me, her eyes dark and deep. I kissed her tenderly, my hands warmed by her smooth hot body. I gave one final squeeze as the others came in. Diana first went to check on Sam as Wendy rolled over to me. I pulled her to me as Cherine moved off, to lie up against my body, her face flushed. Wendy looked at me and then at Cherine as if not certain why she had left.

“I want my little unicorn girl to be first to give me her loving tonight. You want to?”

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“You not cross with Cher?”

“No baby. Not one little bit.”

With that she relaxed and placed her ear over my heart and I was moved, so that I told her, “I wish I could make the way I make love to you be like one of your songs. I wonder if you can really feel how much I love you.”

I ran my fingers through her hair and in answer she raised herself till her face was over mine. I gazed into those eyes of hers which had darkened again and found that they were arousing me. I guessed it must be a little like a woman gets aroused from seeing the physical proof when she arouses a man. Her eyes were dark with the heat of passion which was already flowing through her body.

It is strange. I have read of other men who have loved the bodies of children; some of it just their fantasies, and others claimed ‘real-life’ experiences. However, when I read of the violence they inflict or wish to inflict it sickens me. Despite her own willing participation, she is still not a grown woman. The heart of any child is far more precious than the pleasure of sex and for that reason it is a natural instinct for me, the smaller she is, the more gentle I become. To hurt a child for sexual or domination reasons is worse than raping an adult.

Since it is a need for us after visiting the void, to gently give her pleasure, to fill her body with a burning, release it for her and feel her bursting with love for me - we both gain and my life is so much richer for having that love. I would not be able to sleep knowing there is a child in pain because of me and that it feels fear and hate for me. I do not believe our gifts dictate the way I am. If I were not this way the girls would not love me, in spite of any gifts…or, especially because of the gifts.

My little Wendy is so tiny, physically she is only seven, but more important, the years with her father stunted her growth, which for some reason her healer has not compensated for - unless it means this is her natural size for her age…as an eighteen year old, at the disco, she was about the same height as me, smaller than most of the girls. I feel a special tenderness for her and knowing that after the horrific tortures she went through she is still able to love me, it has to be one of the most miraculous and beautiful things any person can feel. At times my hands may tremble from my passionate adoration of her, but nothing can make me less than tender and considerate of her heart.

My reward is seeing her come to me with a heart only filled with trust and love; coming to me with a body on fire and that she does not feel she has to hide her need. She knows I will give her pleasure only, never taking advantage of her vulnerability or need for me.

The best way to keep myself gentle is to have her little body lie upon mine, but tonight I feel the need to cover her with some of my weight - because she is emoting her need for it. After long minutes of beauty, finally she is calm, just her breathing ragged and her body covered in sweat. I sense she is really tired and needs to sleep, so I give her a few kisses, inhaling her sweetness and then hold her to my chest until the beating of my heart has sent her to her own sweet dreams.

When I raise myself to look at my darlings, Cherine and Diana, I decide to make this a special evening for them too. I tell them so and ask, what would they like me to do. Shyly Diana asks whether I would project myself as the young Robert of about her age. I grin at her.

“The first day you become a mother and you are already yearning for the body of a little boy. I guess you will be giving me sons one day.” She blushes. “Are you sure my love? Will I be able to give you the pleasure you need?”

The sudden flash of lust, a spear that twists inside her gives me my answer. I recall and project myself. I look to see the reaction of Cherine and though her eyes are glittering, burning in her flushed face, there is also a look of tenderness.

Diana comes alongside me and gently begins to caress and feel my body. Watching this, Cherine groans. “Robert, can’t you project two of you at the same time?”

“I don’t think so love, not tonight.” She nods seriously then a naughty look comes into those impish eyes of hers, knowing she is about to shock us.

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“Why not change your projection, make the back of your body and head the same as the front. Then you could make love to both of us at the same time.”

Diana froze, looking up, her eyes wide with shock. “Cher, that is weird!!”

She giggled, excited by her crazy idea. “Yeah, but think. As he comes out of me he is going into you and the other way around. I think it would be exciting. There would also be three orgasms at the same time.”

“Actually there would have to be four...I would have to have two.” I saw the excitement in her eyes as the implications went percolating through her mind. I felt extremely uncomfortable with the whole idea. “I’ve already been through that with the three penis thing we did. Actually Diana is right. It is weird.” I hesitated as I felt her trying to hide her disappointment. “Cherry baby, I have a feeling it will not work out as you want, but if both of you want it, I’ll try to do it. I do think though that you will be taking away some of the pleasure from Diana. She really did want to make love to me in or rather, at this age.”

“You are right, I’m sorry Diana. I’ll wait, we can maybe try it another time?”

Diana seemed to already have forgotten Cherine as the natural sensitivity we have to each other, now augmented by a fantasy of hers coming true, was sending her in a wild and fierce chase to experience the texture of every part of my body, young and hairless as it was, to see and taste and smell all of me. She was literally projecting a shimmering wave of heat that glowed around her body. I let her have her way, I was reverting in my mind also to the youth she saw, and was not able to control myself as well as I can normally. I felt the furious rush and spasm and her body was instantly shaking and jerking wildly.

Once we had both come, she was able to start enjoying the feel of me without losing self-control and I was now also able to start participating. I pulled her up, a bit roughly (as she needed me to), and kissed her deeply. She was a girl of my age and the experience was mind-blowing. A year ago the contrast in my senses due to being younger would have been sharper, but with the constant care by my healer, my adult body is close to peak already. Making love to a girl of my size had taken away that extra feeling of tenderness and excitement the girls awaken in me, but the freshness of my younger attitude to sex made up for that. Even Diana was enjoying the fact that we were loving as equals.

I had never experienced her loving as aggressive as it was now. She took the lead more often than I did and was not shy to show me what gave her more pleasure. Buried as I was deep within my own mind watching them, I found I too was enjoying the differences.

‘He’ asked, “I want to make love inside you. Will you?”

In answer she pulled away and turned her body. She lay down on the sheet as I rolled over onto her. Once our feelings had peaked, in shudders of feelings that gradually quietened, we slipped down the hill of lust until we lay holding each other tightly, in love with just the pleasure of our bodies against each other. I spent a long while kissing and caressing until her reciprocating movements slowed down and she lay happily relaxed and sleepy.

“It is the first time ever that I heard you ask if you could do that. I wish Diana had said no, you are too young, it would have served you right after refusing us so many times.” Cherine had such a naughty look on her face, she was enjoying the novelty of the situation so much - and of course the others were just as amused, that I did not have the heart to point out I have only ever refused out of my fear of hurting them - also because I would have sounded like a fuddy-duddy pedantic old man, which I sort of am, far too often (I prefer to pretend to myself that I am keeping it a secret).

“I am sure you will get lots of opportunities to refuse me. Somehow though, I don’t think it will be tonight.” I grinned and she grabbed my ears, pulling her face to mine. After our kiss I smiled. “If you give me a chance to have a coffee, relax a bit, I think you will find me more…energetic shall we say?”

She followed me into the kitchen and sat with me as I had some toast with honey and coffee. For some reason she was a real little chatterbox, a normal little girl with her enthusiasms for matters that may have been childish, but were delightful for me to listen to. It is strange how my heart fills with love and tenderness when she talks and acts her age. The girls quite often chat amongst themselves, but it is rare for any of them to chatter with me like this. She kept stealing pieces of my toast and we soon had to make a second batch.

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^{For those readers who have not understood, when they speak using telepathy, what they say is enclosed within stars, and the thoughts exchanged are in italic.
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I hope you enjoy reading this story of fantasy, adventure and love. Yes, most of all, always of empathy and love.

* posted 7th May, 2018