“Not much,” she admitted. “I was on the phone a lot asking people to complete work that they had been ignoring for weeks or months because they didn’t want to do it. I had a lot of people yell at me each day. I think I would have had to quit soon. It was pretty miserable… Now, Pappa? Please?”

  “Soon, droblin. Tell me about your friends at work,” he instructed. Of course, he knew all this information that she was telling him. He’d watched her as often as possible.

  “I didn’t have any. I made the mistake at the beginning of finding a major budgeting error in the main project that was underway. The result was instant layoffs where a lot of people lost their jobs. Those who remained had more work to do and missed all their colleagues. I was the pariah at work,” she admitted, a bit sad for herself. She’d kept thinking that the other employees would get over their anger at her but this had not occurred. She was lost in thought for a few seconds but roused when the bond around her chest was loosened, and her Pappa helped her sit up. Her bottom immediately hit the cool bedpan. She dropped her head in embarrassment as he made the nozzle disappear and everything burst from her to fill the bedpan only to disappear magically.

  When she was empty, he pressed the exhausted droblin’s shoulders to the mat, cleaned her bottom, and repeated the process twice. Her final enema was plain fluid just to remove the cleanser from her sensitive, inner tissues. As the soothing liquid slowly entered her, Conall’s hand began to move the nozzle, sliding it in and almost out of her rectum as his other hand reached under her body to start stroking through the drenched tissues between her outstretched thighs. His droblin didn’t like having her tummy cleaned, but her body was aroused by the invasion.

  “Pappa?” Hazel asked, uncertain if she should be aroused by his attentions.

  “Droblin, enjoy the pleasure. There is nothing that a droblin and her Pappa can’t share. I will want to take you here someday.” He tapped the nozzle sending vibrations through her fluid-filled bottom. Hazel stilled completely.

  “Pappa, I don’t think you’ll fit,” she admitted flushing brightly against the padding.

  “Pappa will fit. We are made to join together. We’ll start preparing your bottom to receive me tomorrow. You’ll feel so much better tomorrow,” he promised as her eyes blinked with sleepiness.

  “Yes, Pappa,” she murmured as her eyes began to settle closed.

  He allowed her to doze as the final dose of fluid filled her bottom. Supporting her limp form as she dispelled the enema, Conall kissed her head affectionately. He was unhappy that his inattention had caused his droblin such discomfort. He would take much better care of her in the future. He finished her treatment with a soothing gel applied to her irritated anus and rectum. He held her in his arms as he rocked her until his droblin was soundly asleep. He tucked her safely in her crib placing a special gift under her arm before tiptoeing out of the nursery to continue his research into the threat against the droblins.

  CHAPTER 13

  “Pappa! Pappa! Come quickly!” Hazel stood at the crib railing. Happiness flushed her face.

  “Hazel, are you feeling okay?” Conall walked in quickly. He smiled as she waved a brightly colored object at him.

  “Look! Wiggles was in my crib this morning when I woke up. I haven’t seen Wiggles for years!” She raised the stuffed caterpillar to her face and hugged it snuggly against her chest.

  “Wiggles was very important to you when you were little. You’re very important to me, droblin. I thought Wiggles needed to come to live with you now,” Conall answered, lifting her out of her crib and squeezing her torso to his hard body to help her wet her diaper.

  Allowing her muscles to relax without argument, Hazel lifted the stuffed toy to show off the multicolored caterpillar. “I’m so glad Wiggles is here. Thank you, Pappa. I love him.”

  Leaning in to kiss her lips softly, Conall pressed gently on her stomach checking to make sure the treatment had been successful. Her tummy felt soft and healthy.

  “I’m better, Pappa,” she admitted looking down at his hand on her tummy.

  “I’m very pleased to hear that. Your tummy needed Pappa’s special treatment.”

  “Yes,” she admitted turning red. “But, I’ll be fine in the future. I’m sure,” she tried to convince her Pappa.

  “Your Pappa is in charge. I will make sure your tummy is healthy and happy. That’s my job. Now, let me change your diaper, and I’ll check your bottom to make sure you don’t need an additional cleaning this morning,” he pronounced ominously.

  Beginning to squirm in his arms as he carried her to the changing table, Hazel tried to push herself away from Conall who easily controlled her movements. “No, Pappa. No!”

  “Don’t tell Pappa ‘no,’ droblin. Pappa is in charge,” he sternly said as he laid her on the changing pad on her back. Holding her firmly but gently by the ankles, he lifted her bottom from the table to remove the soiled diaper and clean her skin. Next, he turned her over on her knees, pressing her shoulders to the mat. Immediately, the restraints held her in place.

  “Pappa, no!” she wailed. The plaintive cry was interrupted by a firm spank to her elevated bottom.

  “Pappa is in charge, Hazel. Relax your muscles. I’m going to check your temperature. First, a little lubrication.” Conall immediately began to press a thick finger into her bottom. “Relax, Hazel!”

  “I can’t!” she wailed again as she felt the thick intruder move deep into her tight channel. The idea of being helpless while he took care of her as he wished was both scary and thrilling. She hoped he wouldn’t notice the wetness that immediately began to gather between her thighs. She felt his finger stop and hold in place. Several long seconds went past as she tried to relax her bottom. She could sense his warmth inside her body. When he began to press the opposite hand into her abdomen, she knew he was checking to see if she’d need an additional enema. Finally, she sighed in relief as he withdrew his finger and replaced it with the large thermometer. He must have decided that her stomach was doing fine.

  Conall watched her face carefully. She struggled to adjust to the bottom treatments, but he could see the arousal on her face and in her breathing patterns. He would need to help her grow accustomed to his attention to her sweet bottom. She would also need assistance in stretching her tight muscles to accept his lovemaking here. His penis twitched as he pictured taking her innocence in this narrow entrance. He would begin the stretching process today. His fingers flicked and a medium-sized anal plug appeared on the mat between her outstretched thighs. The sorcerer continued to adjust and press the thermometer into her bottom until he was sure that the instrument had finalized its measurement.

  “Droblin,” he began after he had cleaned and stowed the thermometer for later. “It is time to prepare your passageway for your pleasure.” He drew a line from her puckered entrance to her soaked vaginal entrance. Circling her clitoris several times, Conall loved the sweet sounds she moaned and the motion of her secured body that stretched up against her bonds to press into his hand. He continued his attention to her sensitive folds as he dipped his finger into her vagina several times searching and concentrating on her most sensitive spots.

  “Pappas know their droblins need to enjoy pleasure here,” he plunged two fingers into her vagina, “as well as here.” He removed the fingers and pressed them into her well-lubricated anus.

  “No!” she moaned against the table in protest. Her body, however, gave her true feelings away as her face flushed and a tremor of arousal ran through her.

  “Relax and let Pappa show you how good it can be,” he instructed. He removed his fingers gently from her and picked up the anal plug. Conall began to tap lightly on her clitoris while inserting the tip of the anal plug into her bottom. “You’ll wear this plug for several hours each day.” When her lips began to form the word, ‘no,’ he pinched her clitoris lightly, erasing the protest from her mind. Releasing the magical bonds, he turned Hazel over gently and lowered himself to the floor. He pressed his mouth eagerly against her delicate, pink folds, lapping her sweet juices while continuing to insert the anal plug until it was fully seated within her rectum. The final push of the widest section of the plug into her tight body and his lips sucking strongly on her clitoris catapulted Hazel into pleasure.

  CHAPTER 14

  Hazel squeezed her bottom cheeks together tightly. She twirled a lock of hair restlessly as she tried to decide whether she should tell her Pappa that he forgot. Seated on a soft mat on the floor of Conall’s study, she was supposed to be coloring, but she couldn’t concentrate on the picture. Finally, she cleared her throat gently to ask, “Pappa?”

  “Yes, droblin?” he asked distractedly as he searched through an oversized, dusty tome.

  “Mmmm, you forgot?”

  “What did I forget, droblin?” he asked as he turned the page.

  “You forgot… that thing,” she hesitated to see if she’d have to say it or if he’d understand. At his raised eyebrow, she continued blushing furiously. “You forgot the thing in my bottom,” she whispered.

  “Pappa didn’t forget. Your bottom is ready,” he assured her.

  She looked down at her crayons. She had enjoyed her Pappa’s attention to her pleasure. He made love to her frequently. She still had difficulty adjusting to his size, but he took so much care in preparing her she loved the slight burn and stretch when he pressed his huge erection into her. She couldn’t imagine that it would ever fit in her bottom. Hazel shifted restlessly on the mat at this thought.

  Conall looked down on his sweet droblin. She was so consumed by her thoughts that she’d missed his move to stand next to her mat. She lay on her tummy dressed only in a diaper. It had taken some time for her to become comfortable being undressed around the house. He loved to see his beautiful droblin’s rounded body sway or bounce as she walked and skipped through the house. She’d come a long way since her arrival. He enjoyed the sweetness of her kiss and the pleasure of their lovemaking. He knew this next step would be difficult for her. It would require that she surrender completely to him by opening herself up to pleasure. He reached down to wrap his hands around her waist and lift her effortlessly from the floor into his arms.

  “Eeek!” she squeaked with surprise. “Pappa, are you done working? I was making you a picture for your desk.”

  “I am finished for today, droblin.” He carried her to his bedroom and laid her gently on the soft bed cover.

  “Are we going to take a nap, Pappa? I’m not sleepy,” she tried to convince him not to put her to bed.

  “We aren’t going to take a nap. I’m not sleepy either.” He sat down on the bed next to her and placed a large hand on her stomach, caressing her lightly. “Pappa didn’t forget to stretch your bottom. Your bottom is ready for Pappa. Will you trust me to show you pleasure?”

  “I’m scared, Pappa.

  “I know, precious.” He leaned in to kiss her lightly once… twice. The third time, his kiss deepened, bringing a moan to her lips as he tasted her thoroughly.

  She wrapped a hand around his shoulder to hold on as he began to caress her smoothly. His fingers wrapped around one of her breasts, sliding along her soft skin. She trembled at the excitement that instantly flooded her. Her Pappa knew how to play her so easily. She was frightened at the thought of his thick organ entering her bottom. His mouth closed around her breast pulling the nipple deep into his mouth. His moan of enjoyment curled her toes. Her Pappa loved her and found great pleasure in touching and exploring her body. She had become less and less self-conscious of her rolls and dimpled flesh. He was teaching her how desirable she was with every steaming look and thrilling touch. Because of these private lessons, Hazel decided to trust him completely and to let him show her how to enjoy their time together.

  As his mouth moved over to her other breast, Hazel’s hips began to rise to meet his form as he lay across her. His free hand shifted to pin her to the soft bedding. Just this small hint of restraint helped her shift her focus from giving to being submissive to pleasure. She felt his lips move over to lick and then lightly nip her tightened bud crowning her other breast. He lavished attention on that breast until she was squirming against the bedding as her natural juices began to gather generously between her widely spread thighs.

  His low laughter of enjoyment at her uncensored response to his caresses sent a shiver of arousal the length of her spine, further readying her for his attention. He began to kiss down her rounded tummy to the treasures revealed by her widely spread thighs. Conall lifted one thigh over his broad shoulder, pausing to admire the view of the intimate flesh glistening with an invitation to explore and play. “Ah, droblin. You make all the days I waited for you to exist and grow so worthwhile. I thank magic for every day I have with you. Let me show you how much I cherish you.” He smiled at her with a wolfish grin as he lowered his mouth to her wetness.

  Almost instantly, her mind stopped functioning as his mouth tasted and teased her intimately. She wrapped her hands around his head holding him to her as his tongue dipped shallowly into her soaked channel. His long fingers soon probed deeply into her vagina as her body clutched at him with her internal muscles. Hazel heard the snap of a lid and soon felt two lubricated fingers at her anus rubbing the slick fluid around her tightened entrance before pressing inward steadily but slowly. She responded with a gush of fluid that he lapped at eagerly as his fingers began to scissor inside her stretching her to the point of shimmers of pain. The slight taste of discomfort raised her arousal again.

  Her legs trembled as his mouth lifted and he turned her over to rest on her hands and knees. Covering her smaller frame with his, Hazel felt protected and sheltered as his body rubbed against hers. She could feel his steel-like erection pressing into her bottom as he urged her shoulders down to the mattress. She heard the cap of the lubricant again and turned her head to see him rubbing his erection. The sight of his hand against his shaft preparing himself to enter her was consuming. She was unable to take her eyes from his hands until he shifted to press the head of his massive organ against her clenched opening.

  “Take a deep breath, droblin. Now, blow it out gradually,” he instructed, breathing with her to guide her actions. At the sound of their breath exhaling, he began to press his penis into her rectum. Her passage was tight. He felt like he was stroking into a warm, wet fist. “That’s it, droblin. Open for Pappa,” he coaxed as he glided forward without haste or hesitation. Her body opened to his slow entrance.

  “Pappa, Pappa, Pappa,” she began to chant as he invaded her most private space. When his fingers began to play over her vaginal entrance and clitoris, she felt herself relax a bit more allowing him to glide forward a little further. Before she could process it, she felt the warmth of his pelvis against her bottom. His stroke out made her eyes roll up into her head as the pleasure gathered and was magnified by the invasion of his thick shaft. He was in control. Her mind stopped thinking and just felt. Her reward came swiftly as his possession drove her to higher levels of pleasure than she’d ever imagined.

  When she was panting and shivering in reaction to the magnificent orgasms that had racked her with pleasure, Conall allowed himself to find his satisfaction. He filled her with his spurts of completion. Pulling slowly from her, he rotated her to lay on his shoulder holding her body pressed to his closely.

  “Now, we take a nap, Pappa?” came the sweet question with a wide yawn.

  “Now we nap, droblin.” He leaned in to kiss her lips softly.

  CHAPTER 15

  Hazel’s eyes watched her Pappa’s face as she drank from the bottle he held to her lips. She loved this quiet time between Conall and herself. He would talk to her about how much he loved and cherished her as he caressed and cuddled her against his amazing strength. Today, he was discussing their schedule for the day and discussing the research he needed to share with Garrick, Brodric, and Bryson.

  A shimmering circle appeared on one wall. Frowning at the interruption, Conall examined the distinctive pattern that identified its originator. He tapped Hazel’s nose before smiling at her. “It seems that your friends wish to have a picnic. Shall we accept?” At her enthusiastic nod, he laughed heartily. Waving a immense hand to activate the display, Conall greeted Bryson. He accepted the invitation noting that his droblin would never forgive him if she missed playtime with her friends.

  A short while later, the proud sorcerer and his droblin stepped through the portal into the beautiful estate designed by Marigold’s Pappas. Violet and Marigold rushed forward to wrap their arms around Hazel, and they danced in a small circle so happy to see each other. Violet grabbed Marigold’s hand who linked hands with Hazel and the chain of droblins skipped over to sit a short distance away. The droblins had learned to play close to the sorcerers. Although every sorcerer was sure their estates were invasion-proof, the fact that the flat stone had appeared on the territory of the next nine sorcerers who were to welcome their droblins made everyone realize that no place was one hundred percent safe.

  The sorcerers all greeted each other eagerly as well, although they restrained themselves from dancing. Brodric asked the question that everyone had been thinking individually, “Anyone found anything pointing to the menace that is threatening the droblins?” The sorcerers began sharing the small, new bits of information that they had uncovered. Alone, the minute clues meant nothing. Together, at some point, the sorcerers hoped the information would mesh into a cohesive clue to help them eliminate the threat.

  They faced the droblins in a semicircle as they supervised their activities. When the droblins began to drift too far away, Garrick called Violet’s name sharply and waved the group toward them. Giggling, the droblins raced to their Pappas to press kisses against their cheeks and allow the sorcerers to scoop them safely into their arms. Marigold happily sat on Bryson’s arm while leaning over to press her lips to his twin’s cheek.

 

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