Page 40 of Space Daddy and a Boy Called Twink

And it was big.

Maybe even too big.

Definitely bigger than any guy I’d ever been with.

My jaw dropped, mostly from shock, but I had to wonder if it was an instinct to test to see if I’d even be able to fit it.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

Knowing he could read me made me self-conscious of my worry, which I pushed past as I sat up, adjusting, his tentacle relaxing around my throat as I got on my knees on the sofa cushion. A mix of fear and eagerness battled it out within me, though I’d felt the same about the tentacle, and now I didn’t want it to leave my body.

And I was a determined twink.

I wet my lips before starting down the head, opening wide, ready to attempt to manage his girth. As I descended onto him, his shaft forced my mouth open even wider, stretching me to my limits, but that only excited me even more. It was a game, a challenge I had to win.

It’d been too long since I’d had a cock against my tongue, and between the time away from one and how worked up Daddy had gotten me, I was feral for it. Maybe, in a way, I felt it was my job to show this alien how good a human could be to him. Or maybe I was just trying to return the favor for how good he was to me.

“Oh, Twink…” His dick throbbed in my mouth, pushing against the inside of my cheeks as I serviced him.

I started off slowly, working my way down, needing a hand to help me since it was too ambitious to take him all the way repeatedly, but I still did my best to take as much as I could each time, occasionally making it to the base. And when I felt him at the back of my throat, I was proud I didn’t gag.

While I kept working him up, his tentacle trailed along the back of my neck, then spiraled around my waist, and the way my skin was still hypersensitive from my orgasm made it feel incredible.

“You’re gonna make me come,” he said, which only made me keep going with even more determination, as though it was my mission to get him to the end. “Please, Twink. I’m gonna come in your mouth if you don’t pull off.” It was a warning, but it only made me that much more feral for him. It was hard to tell if it was just my own desire or this Furker part of him that was designed to turn me on. All I knew was, I wanted every fucking drop.

I pulled off, rushing out, “Come in my mouth.”

It’s not the sort of thing I would’ve done with a stranger. Definitely not with him on the first night, but by now, it was like I didn’t have any choice. My body demanded that I have this.

I descended onto his shaft, this time much easier to take him deep, and I pumped his cock with my hand and mouth until I felt it swell. He moaned before I felt an explosion in my mouth. A full, powerful, wet load. I swallowed his seed, so satisfied with myself, before realizing he wasn’t finished the way a human might’ve been. He continued to shoot, filling my mouth so that I had to swallow again. And again.

It was a stunning amount of cum, I was sure something to do with him being a Furker. While it surprised me at first, as I adjusted to his release, I relaxed and just enjoyed taking more and more of him in, appreciating the way he was filling my belly, a wicked part of me wondering what it would be like to have him fill my ass with this same load.

Taking as much as I could became an obsession, as though I only existed so that I could be stuffed with his cum. When I felt the stream finally ebb, I found myself still attempting to pump more out of him, despite how full I felt. I was so damn greedy for it, and so disappointed when he said, “That was it, Twink.”

Knowing it was over, I did my best to lap up any that remained on his hard cock, and as I pulled away, a few strands attaching to his cock and my lip told me I’d failed at my job,though I didn’t leave them on their own for long before they were down my throat too.

“So beautiful seeing how hungry you are for me,” he said.

I caught my breath, not realizing I hadn’t breathed enough when I was taking him down. “That was…a lot.”

“Was it?”

“Did you realize you can come that much?”

“I don’t really know what to expect in the form I take until it happens. And I haven’t attempted to explore this sex organ until now.”

“Well, that’s probably ten times what even the most impressive guy in the world can do,” I assured him.

He grinned, that beautiful glint in his eyes hypnotic. It was easy to see, with the talent his body had at attracting me, how he could have effortlessly made any species want to mate with him. ’Cause hell, if I could have his babies, I’d have all of them.

“It seems like it pleased you,” he said, “and that’s the only thing that matters to me.”

He moved close, his lips centimeters from mine before he took my mouth. I almost wanted to pull away, some selfish part of me wanting to make sure he didn’t accidentally take back any of his cum, but it felt so good to have his lips smashed against mine. If this was all part of being a Furker, his body and this chemistry, by design, making me crave him as powerfully as I did, I didn’t really give a fuck. I wanted it.

As his tongue pushed into my mouth, he kept his tentacle firmly around me before lifting me by my thighs with his arms and leaning down to rest me on my back. He enveloped me in his hold once again, and I was shocked. Most of the guys I’d been with, when we were done fucking, just wanted to roll off me and get to bed, but I liked being held close as he continued to pepper me with kisses.

Resting my hand against the scruff of his face, I realized I could have done this all night long. “Don’t let me go, Daddy,” I begged. “Please don’t let me go.”