Page 72 of Space Daddy and a Boy Called Twink

I couldn’t get Twink’s words out of my head.

In many ways, what we shared was new, yet I knew with everything in me that, even having selected mates before him, what we shared was unlike anything I’d ever experienced.

Deeper. More profound.

And to think, had an accident not brought me to him, I may never have known this feeling.

I carried him to the bedroom.

Between wet, sloppy kisses, we adjusted to my true size.

I’d left my torn pants at the entrance. I’d shifted so fast, I didn’t even have time to take them off properly. I removed the backpack, and we stripped Twink out of his clothes. He seemed surprised by how my tentacles could help so much with this task, but soon they were off him, and he was all mine to take, as he’d requested.

I crawled on my knees across the mattress, leaning forward, his body tight against me as I clung to him with my arms and tentacles. My lips moved from his mouth to his jawline, then down to his throat, which he surrendered to me. As I kissed, licked, and nipped, I kept our cocks together as we thrust, and I massaged my tentacles against his back. I wanted to touch every inch of him, consume him entirely with pleasure unlike anything he’d ever experienced. I wanted him to know what it felt like to make love with a Furker.

As I fetched lube from the nightstand with one tentacle, I slid another around his side, to his cock, wrapping around steadily, teasing him, toying with his senses. I took the lube in my hand and slid it under to his crack, massaging it against his pulsing hole. “You’re so eager for Daddy tonight,” I said, which made him smile.

“He’s making me feel so good,” he said, affection in his eyes.

“This body isn’t strange to you?” I asked, knowing how most species I’d been with would have reacted to it, but his smile broadened.

He rested his hand against my cheek, and as he caressed, I leaned into his touch.

“It’s beautiful,” he whispered. “You’rebeautiful.”

His words…what they did to me…sending sensations radiating from my chest, out to the very tips of each appendage. I pulled my hand away from his ass, lubing another tentacle, and as I slid up against him, pushing inside, his eyes lit up. It was so lifegiving, seeing how eager he was, feeling how his body opened up for me. I was steady with my movements, easing him into the experience the best I could.

As I navigated back farther and farther, I pumped his cock. I restrained myself from kissing him more, just wanted to sit back and watch his body react to the pleasure I gave him. I hooked another tentacle around his throat, not tensing, just relaxed there as I used two others to play with his nipples. This was what living was about—pleasuring him fully, striking every nerve just right.

As he moaned, I absorbed the swelling excitement that coursed through him, drinking his pleasure in like it was a drug. When I hit his prostate, he arched his back. “Fuck, Daddy!” he called out. “You’re right there.”

I took advantage of my hold of him, working that spot as I continued stimulating as much of him as I could. His cock leakedfrom all the excitement, a bead of his precum dripping beside his navel, creeping down his beautiful flesh.

“I want you to fuck me with your cock,” he whispered.

“I promise I will, but you have to give me time to get you ready.”

He relaxed, trusting my guidance as I pushed deeper into him, opening him up for me because I knew he would need to be readied if there was any chance he was going to take my Furker girth.

Easing myself into him, I took his mouth once again. He was a frenzy of passion and excitement, clearly reveling in everything I gave him as I slowly fucked him with my tentacle, building up the pace, feeling his arousal mounting higher and higher.

“I’m going to expand it more for you,” I warned him, and his eagerness was like a zip that ran from my shaft up my spine. He was so much fun to play with.

I steadily increased the blood flow, expanding within him, and his eyes rolled and he arched his back.

“You make me feel so good, Daddy.”

“I love making Twink feel good.”

I moved in and out, steadily increasing the speed until I was fucking him with it, his body writhing about as he called out his pleasure.

“You’re almost ready for me,” I assured him.

“Please…” The word hit me with the emotion spiraling through him, and it made me greedy for his body. To make it totally mine.

“I’m going to fuck you,” I warned him.

“Yes.”