Page 50 of Space Daddy and a Boy Called Twink

“Cheating Asshole?”

“Yeah. We had a lot of fun date nights. And the way he looked at me, it was like I was the only one in the world. It made me feel…” I struggled to get the words out.

“Special?” Daddy asked.

I teared up. “Guess some things aren’t so different, even when you’re from a galaxy far, far away. Even after what he did to me, it’s painful to remember the good times because I can’thelp thinking that it was all a lie, just a way of getting me to be into him.”

“Yes, that’s what it was like. She used her hypnotic ability to put me in a trance, then used it to imprison me.”

“How did you wake up?”

“When she did something particularly cruel, it would snap me out of it from time to time. Think of it as influence rather than control. It was a bit of a dance, but over time, I think she came to resent me—that she needed me to create this army for herself. And she would lash out and attack me. In those moments when I shook off the trance, I would inwardly struggle because my choices were finding a way to escape or falling back under her spell, and unfortunately, it felt good to be under her spell, even if it wasn’t real.”

“I understand the feeling,” I said, his words resonating deeply. “Not that Carter had ever been violent with me, but he could be mean, and in moments when I’d see him flirting with another guy, I would tell myself I should leave, but then as soon as I decided I’d go, he would change back to the guy I fell for. He’d make me laugh again. He’d kiss me, and God, how good it felt to kiss him. And all that other stuff felt so insignificant because I thought I’d found the love of my life, you know?”

Daddy closed the space between us, rolling over me and pressing his belly against my abs. “I do know. And I’m sorry you had to go through that.”

“I’m sorry you had to go through it too.”

He leaned close, his lips grazing mine before he pushed in for a kiss—strong, passionate, his tongue thoroughly exploring my mouth.

It was only then that I realized just how much stress I’d carried around since Roger shared that video with me. My muscles relaxed, and thoughts about an alien on the loose in Harmony Springs and about the shared pain because of our exesdissipated. I just let myself enjoy being crushed under Daddy’s weight.

He must’ve sensed how good it felt because he relaxed on top of me, adding a little more pressure, enough to satisfy me.

As his tongue expertly met mine, I had no doubt this was part of what it meant to be a Furker—no one had ever done to me what he did. His moves were so studied, having picked up on just the right amount of tongue to push into my mouth, just the right pressure against my own.

And I knew what I wanted from him.

So badly.

“Daddy,” I breathed into his mouth, and he pulled away, gazing at me with those beautiful blue eyes with streaks of light throughout…like looking at distant galaxies in his gaze. “Daddy, would you want to—”

“Fuck you?”

He must’ve been reading that from me. How could he not, when it must’ve emanated from every cell in my body, begging to be taken. There was a subtle fear that, after everything that happened, he might not desire me, but before I had a chance to let that fear intensify, he said, “Yes, I’ll fuck you, Twink.”

He offered a series of kisses that relaxed me, a sedative that quickly put me at ease under him before he kissed down my body, probing in a familiar way—the one he’d learned in our time together.

Soon, he had one hand against the small of my back, another just above my navel as his tentacle ran up along my side. So many nerves excited, and yet somehow it wasn’t enough. I wondered if this was a desire that came from me or if this was somehow being done by Daddy. Whatever the answer, I didn’t really care, just told him what I wanted. “Would you want to try another?”

I regretted asking as soon as I said the words, not because I wasn’t interested, but because he had to stop kissing my belly to ask, “Are you sure?”

“Please,” I begged. “I know it’ll feel good. I’m ready for it.” The caution in his expression served to further set me at ease. “I know you’ll take care of me,” I assured him.

A smile played across his lips, and I saw the second tentacle, rising from his back, steadily increasing in girth. What little tension lingered settled as it continued mounting high over me, extending until it was the same length as the other. It descended, nearing my face, caressing against my cheek, and I relaxed into it before turning and offering it a kiss. I could’ve sworn I felt it tremble to the touch of my lips, and I cupped it in my hand as I gave it another kiss and tucked it close to my face. A burst of inspiration moved through me, and I ran my tongue from where I was on it to the tip, earning a moan from Daddy. It’d become clear when we messed around how sensitive his tentacles were to my touch, and I loved it.

He massaged my stomach and back with his hands as his other tentacle made its way up along my flesh, stirring a powerful rush within me. It was as though I was made for this sexual experience, yet I also knew there was one part of him I was missing…a part I felt empty without.

Before I could even request it again, as though he knew I needed it, he placed a wet finger against my ass. I didn’t even know when he’d had time to wet it, I supposed because of how absorbed I’d been in so many other parts of him.

The new tentacle slipped out of my grasp. He used it to fetch lube and a condom from the nightstand, taking them in his hand before saying, “I think I need a condom to keep this from being too much for me. Even precoming inside you might be more than I can handle.”

“I understand,” I assured him, which made a smirk play across his lips.

“Would you like me to open you up with it first?”

In the times we’d messed around, he’d usually fingered me. We’d never attempted anything in my ass with a tentacle, and I was intrigued. No, more than intrigued. Excited.