Page 5 of Space Daddy and a Boy Called Twink

It took me a moment to reorient, and I realized Daddy had picked me up, cradling me in his arms, his thick chest right at my side.

God, I wish I could lean over and take a bite.

I bit my bottom lip, stifling any drunken impulse that might make me do something really fucking stupid, before our gazes locked. I waited for him to say something about how drunk I was, but he stared blankly, mouth open, I assumed because of how awkward I made the situation.

“Sorry, I think I got carried away tonight, and now you’re carrying me away.”

Ooh, even worse, I was suddenly cringe as fuck.

“I guess you should put me down so I can get home,” I told him, but he just stared at my lips.

“Uhhhh…”

I waited for him to say something, but he must’ve had too many to drink as well.

“You know, I don’t want to sound weird, but I’m just around the corner, and I’m not saying we should hook up because we’re obviously too drunk for that, but maybe if you needed a place to sleep, I have a couch.”

Given all the true crime TikToks and podcasts I listen to, I really shouldn’t have jumped right to that. The guy could’ve been a serial killer for all I knew. But maybe because I watched so much of that stuff, I figured I was some kind of expert and would totally know if I was about to invite a serial killer back to my place.

Still, even though he was acting strangely, I didn’t feel threatened. There was something about Daddy that set me at ease…which also could have been a thing serial killers had an ability to do, but something told me this wasn’t the case with him.

He finally nodded.

“Wow. You must be hammered. Maybe if we can’t get home on our own, we can work together. Here, I’ll show you the way. Just keep going down the street and take a right.”

It was funny watching Daddy try and take directions. He must’ve been really disoriented because it wasn’t enough to tell him left and right, I had to point the way. And it was even more hilarious seeing how confused he was when I tried to pass him my keycard to get into the apartment building. That moment made me realize I was doing as much a favor for him as he was for me, but I really wasn’t sure how we made it to my apartment because I was so out of it by then.

But also, delighted I had Hot Daddy at my place.

After my breakup with Carter, it would be nice to have a night with a sexy Daddy rather than crying my eyes out.

3

DADDY

Back in thebar, I sensed something was wrong with Twink. His movements seemed unusual for what I’d observed of his species thus far. In particular, I’d noticed some of his species’ tension when they noticed someone stumbling about similarly. My instincts proved correct as I saw him fall forward, and I was fortunate enough to catch him before he hurt himself.

Problem: I didn’t know how to handle our interaction from there since I was still waiting for theKaylogto reboot so I could access my translation decoder, whose sensitive tech would allow it to pick up a radius of ten kilometers to analyze and process to help me assimilate with the native culture. In the meantime, I continued to rely on my innate Furker abilities. I’d picked up subtle nonverbal communications from the bar—nodding, headshaking, the third finger of either hand for a variety of reactions, moving a fist back and forth near one’s mouth while pressing one’s tongue against the inside in a very specific pattern. I didn’t fully grasp what these curious gestures suggested, but I pocketed them along with the words I’d managed to collect:fuck, queen, ho, shutup, gurl, dude. Then there were my favorite new words:Daddy. Twink.

It was clear I was Daddy…and as I used Twink to indicate him, he confirmed this was what he was called within his community.

As I held him in my arms, carrying him down the street, I marveled at this beautiful specimen, my cock stirring with interest. I’d been in plenty of bodies before and felt similarsensations. Maybe it was this form or the natural chemistry I shared with this human, but either way, my instincts to breed had been activated, and all I could think was how I wanted to mate with him.

Of course, this was not the sort of thing I needed to think about, not when my focus needed to be on repairing my ship and returning to Farquai to complete my mission.

But first, I was determined to make sure Twink was safe.

As I carried him, his beautiful mouth shifted rapidly as he communicated something with me that was far too advanced for me to understand. When he paused, it seemed appropriate to offer a response, so I went with the gesture I’d noticed most at the bar, the subtle nod, which seemed to satisfy him. He pointed his finger, directing me somewhere. I did my best to sort through his gestures and the nonsense he spoke before we finally reached his dwelling.

“The couch is there, so help yourself.”

I wish he would keep speaking this gibberish to me.He was so mesmerizing, I really didn’t mind not understanding.

“I mean, my room’s back there, but I’m pretty sure I can get there on my own.”

He pointed again, and I followed the direction.

“Oop. Or you can keep carrying me.” He chuckled as I took him into the adjoining room, which had a bed, similar to ones I’d seen from other creatures in my travels. Very different from the crevices Furkers use when in our natural state.