“No.”
It doesn’t elaborate and I shouldn’t be too surprised.
Kita told me that English, even with its “odd” alphabet” is fairly easy for Opodeans to learn.
But seeing it spelled out in front of me as his tentacles explore my body…
“You can reply. Write whatever you want to say on any of my surfaces and I will deliver it to him.”
I need to respond. Iwantto respond. But my fingers still tremble as I press my finger to the wall beside me.
I write out four words in reply and ask, “Will you check my spelling?”
“All words are correct. Syntax is within understandable parameters.”
“Okay, send it.” I don’t want him to think I’m fluent.
His tentacles squeeze me tighter and I know he’s read it.
I didn’t even have to lie… I’ve missed him too.
CHAPTER 2
The way my mystery man’s tentacles slide over me and slip around my arms and my legs makes me shiver. One coils loosely around my throat, another grips my bun tight, pulling my head back, making me moan.
We’ve never spoken a word to each other, and he knows exactly how to make me writhe.
This is why I pick him every time I can. This is why he’s my favorite.
The tentacles at my hips grip tighter and and more tentacles spread me wide.
They slither inside of me, working me open and one of the suckers latches on to my clit, pinching.
God.
Everything he does to me is perfect.
Dozens of suckers kissing at my skin, he plays with me, pushingallthe right buttons, until I’m squirming with the need formore.
I say, “Please,” even though I know he can’t hear me. I say, “yes,” as a tentacle balls inside of me, as if he can hear my encouragements as he prepares me for what comes next.
My Opodean lover draws me down onto his cock and I let my strangled whimper fly from my lips. The bot knows not to react anymore.
This is the part where I start to forget myself. This is the part where I start to want things I can’t have, where pleasure and chemicals make me long for a someday that doesn’t really exist.
Things likesome dayI’ll offer more than this anonymous use of my body.
Some day, I’ll go to my knees for him and drink his cum down… Some day, I’ll let it spill out and stain my chin and breasts.
Some day, I’ll let anyone who wants to see know that I’ve been fucking an Opodean and loving it.
But not yet.
I squeeze my thighs together, clenching myself even more tightly around him.
Even under all of the desire coursing through me, there’s a tiny sliver of fear. I acknowledge it and let the pleasure bury it again.
It feels like he has more tentacles than he should. They wrap around my ankles, pulling my legs wide. They cradle my ass and tummy as he lifts me off the floor.
