Assistant 23 wiped his face clean. He did not seem upset. More surprised and curious. “It really does look and feel like honey. I wonder if...” He licked the back of his soaked hand, and his eyes went wide. “Oh! It does! It tastes like honey!”
A gratified groan escaped me. The sight of him eagerly licking up my ejaculate was more than I could handle. Another milder orgasm struck me, and I came over him a second time.
Assistant 23 coughed through his laughter. He shook his head, rubbing his forearm across his face.
“Okay, is that it? Are you done now?”
“For the moment,” I breathed. “Was it too much?”
The human licked his lips. “Yes. But it’s good. It’s, um… warm. It’s kind of comforting. Like a cum blanket.” He burst out in a hoarse laugh. “Shit, what am I saying? I’m losing my damned mind.”
My fingers carded through his slick hair. He was tantalizing like this, coated head to toe in my pollen.
“As wonderful as you look, I will clean you up,” I said. “Let us go to the stream.”
The dazed expression on Assistant 23’s face vanished. He sat upright, frowning. “Wait, how? I can’t put my suit back on, and I don’t want the whole village to see me likethis.”
“Do not fret.”
I checked the front door. Just as promised, Paz had delivered a pair of Linn’ar’s knitted coverings. One was yellow, and the other was bluish purple. Both had hoods. I brought them inside for Assistant 23.
“Here, little human,” I said. “Coverings for your body.”
He pouted. “But I’m all sticky.”
“There are two. One for being clean, and one for being dirty. We can wash them afterward.”
He considered this, then nodded. “Okay. But maybe we can ask Linn’ar for a washcloth or something.”
It was Assistant 23’s first time leaving his home without his hazmat suit. He was fully dressed in the fluffy yellow covering, including the hood pulled tight around his head, but it was a step forward.
When we reached the water, I gestured for him to sit. He folded his legs beneath his bum and pulled back his hood. Then he glanced nervously over his shoulder to ensure we were alone. He had not fully kicked the habit, but exposing his face in broad daylight was brave.
“You are less anxious,” I pointed out. “I am proud of you.”
His green eyes were full of emotion. “Thanks. It, um… felt easier with you.”
“I am glad. Now, remove the covering so I may clean you.”
Assistant 23 chewed his lip but obeyed and stripped. His skin was still coated in my pollen. Although I had tucked myself back into my cloaca, I felt it twitch with arousal.
“Kneel in the water,” I instructed. “I will sit behind you and block your body with my own.”
He smiled shyly. “Thanks, Farr’vye.”
My human lowered himself into the water and curled into a ball with his nose above the surface. We were downstream, and the flowing water was already cleansing his skin. He sighed softly as I massaged his shoulders with my hands and his sides with my tentacles.
“Feels nice to be taken care of,” he murmured.
My heart squeezed with affection. “I will do it forever.”
“How can you say stuff like that so easily? I mean, what if we have an explosive disagreement? Or what if you get bored of me? I’m not that interesting.”
My fingers dug into his shoulders a little harder than I intended. I loosened them.
“That will not happen,” I promised.
Assistant 23 was quiet for a minute. He tucked his knees closer to his chest. “What happened to your obsession with the Ripgrass? You got over it, right?”
