Page 38 of Space Daddy and a Boy Called Twink

Twink’s hand gravitated to the back of my head, and he ran his fingers through my hair. “You’re so good at that, Daddy.” Isped up as I felt his body come to life, and he moaned, “No, you’re gonna make me come too fast if you keep going like this.”

I could hear the genuine despair in his tone, so I forced myself to drop his cock from my mouth. My saliva dripped off the head as it rested against his abs. I regretted not having him between my lips still, not for my own sake, but because of the way I felt his arousal shift to disappointment.

I studied his body beneath me, his shorts and briefs around his knees, his shirt hiked up just above his nipples. As I finished pulling off his shorts and briefs, I took a moment to admire his beauty, this form that seemed to have been created especially for me—that the Furker part of me was convinced was mine already.

“What do you want to do?” he asked.

I licked his shaft. “I want to probe and explore every inch of you.” I sank lower, my tongue traveling down his balls as I grabbed hold of his shaft. “I want to learn every nerve, every part of you that brings you pleasure…” I let my tongue travel even lower, down to his hole, which I licked around. His breath hitched, and I felt alive with the power he surrendered to me. “…before giving you the best orgasm of your life.” His cock was so firm in my hold. “I want to make you come like no one else before me.”

I kissed his ass once again, stroking his cock, feeling it leak against my fingers. I appreciated how effective I was at this, my Furker pride swelling as I kissed his ass as I’d kissed his mouth, pushing my tongue inside. I wet a finger before pushing it into his ass, opening him up for me.

From that first night, when I stole DNA from a member of his species, I had taken with it such knowledge about their mating and what would be necessary to take him, and in an instant, it all came to me as though it had always been a part of my being.

“Such a tight hole,” I said. “It’ll take time and energy to make this ready to take me.” Worry flooded him, and I quickly rushedout, “Not that I’ll fuck you tonight, Twink. I just want you to know my aim.”

I wondered what he might think of this, but he said, “Open me up, Daddy.”

I pushed my finger in, slowly, deliberately, listening as his body welcomed me, and with each push farther, I offered another kiss and lick, a reward for how well he was doing.

I navigated my way back until I felt a spot that made his entire body pulse with life, eagerness mixed with a pleasure that seemed to dull the mix of other emotions I sensed from him. It was clear from his response where he needed to be touched.

I knew I could give him satisfaction with my cock, but I regretted that I couldn’t please him to the full extent of my ability. Not when I knew it would make him uncomfortable.

“Daddy…do you want to try…”

He stopped himself, as though he didn’t dare go on.

“Try?” I pressed.

He swallowed, and it reverberated through his body.

“Do you want to try with one of your…tentacles…?”

I stopped my work within him, gazing up at beautiful Twink in shock. Given how he’d initially reacted to my nonhuman form, I couldn’t believe the request. Surely, he couldn’t want that.

He bit his bottom lip, and I could sense his hesitation, which I wasn’t willing to test, if only out of fear that he would wind up horrified or that it might traumatize him to engage with something so unfamiliar.

“You’re not ready, Twink.”

“No, please. I’m curious. I just…I want to know, just go slow.”

I feared that showing him my natural state, even only a part of it, might be too much, but I also wanted to share this part of myself.

As I continued teasing that spot—prostate, I knew it was called—his eyes rolled back in his head.

I allowed my tentacle to push from my back.

Twink watched, a mix of emotions that was a struggle to read, that made me consider retracting, but I braved getting close enough, not touching just yet, to see how he would respond.

He took a few breaths before taking the end in his hand, stroking his thumb across it. The uneasiness in him began to settle as he acquainted himself with what he must’ve perceived as very strange.

Yet I could also feel the part of him that didn’t find it strange at all. The part of him that was titillated, which made me glad I hadn’t denied him his request.

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TWINK

Iwasn’t surewhat I’d been expecting, exactly.