Page 6 of Space Daddy and a Boy Called Twink

After I set him on the bed, he searched around the room. “Well…good night, then.”

Unable to work out what he was suggesting, I slid in with him.

“Or this… Yeah, this is fine, Daddy.”

There was that beautiful word again—the name he called me. I displayed my teeth in the way that seemed to indicatesomething pleasant. As he mirrored the expression, a sensation swirled in my chest. This was similar to how I would feel pleasant sensations in my natural form.

Twink settled under the bedcovers, and I did the same as he said, “I have a feeling it’s gonna be a rough hangover tomorrow.”

He retrieved his electronic device, the tension in me rising as he turned the screen toward me. Something flashed on it, and I ducked down in case the device might be able to detect my presence or scan and realize I was a different species.

“You mind if I watch a few TikTok videos before I pass out? I know it’s not a great thing to do before bed, but it’s my ritual.”

I stared at his lips, taking in the sounds and adding them to the lexicon for when theKaylogcame back online, but I also found myself distracted by his lips, developing the strong urge to press my own against his, the way I’d seen other members of his species group do at the bar. He seemed to be waiting for a response, so I used the most successful of my limited movements and nodded, which satisfied him enough that he continued with his device.

“Chelsea, turn off my alarms for tomorrow,” he said, stressing the first word.

Was that the device’s name? I added that to my new words.

Twink watched his screen intently, completely absorbed, and I figured this might be how the device controlled him.

“Which alarm would you like to turn off?” Chelsea asked.

He groaned. “Had this phone for three years, and she still makes me turn off each alarm individually.” He fidgeted with his device. Once he seemed satisfied, he pulled up a video. “Oh my God. I follow this guy on TikTok, and he’s so hot.”

He tried to flash the screen to me a few times, but each time I managed to evade it. I reminded myself of the many times such scanners had been used to detect deception, but by now,my biological changes should have set in enough that nothing should alert any scanning mechanisms.

Eventually, he pulled the covers over us, and I hooked my arm around him.

“Oh, we’re doing this…well, that’s fine,” he said, tucking his ass close to my pelvis, which stirred an entirely new sensation.

I held him close as his breathing relaxed, his heart rate settling. He was clearly entering a sleep state, which I could feel my own body craving in this form. Yet I had work to do. I would only be able to manage with Twink for so long before I would need to have enough language to communicate with him, so when I felt he was asleep, I began tinkering with my arm cuff on my new appendage, pulling up into the sight of this new optical orifice the stats that displayed the reboot of my ship, which was nearly complete.

I hoped for the best with regard to my translation decoder. If it had been destroyed, I’d be in serious trouble. To my delight, it was functioning, so I rubbed the passcode grooves in my strap to begin downloading the content it had created of the local language. Relief washed through me.

I hoped Twink required a significant amount of sleep, since it would take a while before I was caught up enough to communicate with him in a convincing way. After some time, he reached back and snatched my arm, placing it around him in such a way that it seemed that’s where he thought my arm belonged.

I extended a tentacle with my stinger and slid it off the bed, keeping it ready in case a predator or perhaps Chelsea attempted to attack us during the night. Twink tucked his ass even closer to my pelvis, and I felt the shift in my cock, considering that perhaps I could not mate with this man, but this would not prevent us from having relations otherwise… It was a pleasant thought that kept my cock stiff as I drifted off to sleep.

4

TWINK

When I stirredin the morning, the slight sting of a headache was the first thing that caught my attention before I felt Carter’s arm around me, tugging me close, the way he’d get sometimes, you know, back when I didn’t know he was a lying asshole cheat.

Wait…if he’s a lying asshole cheat, why the hell am I in bed with him? And why are his arms so thick? What the fuck is this delicious woodsy smell? And what the fuck is on my leg?

My skin pricked with sensation as my nerves came alive. I jerked away, turning around swiftly, my worry quickly diffused when I recognized his face from the night before.

Hot Daddy.

But what the hell was that thing I’d felt on my leg?

I started to pull up the sheet to see, but I realized it had to have been in my head since it was too small to be his leg and too large to be a cock—at least, I hoped it was too large to be a cock because if it was…holy hell, I’m ambitious, but I’m only human.

Daddy still had his eyes closed, breathing heavily, though I was surprised he wasn’t more of a snorer. And fuck, that scruff across his face was just right, about an inch of it, so full. I wanted to reach out and touch it, but I worried about disturbing him, so I was careful in trying to get out of the bed, quietly sliding onto my side…

Daddy’s eyes popped open, his mouth widening before an ear-piercing sound hit my ears, and I swore it was strong enough that it tossed me off the bed. I was sure I was about to hit the wall, only a few feet from the bed, but before I knew it, Daddyhad me in his arms, cupping the back of my head right before it had a chance to hit.