Page 77 of Space Daddy and a Boy Called Twink

“You killed him too fast!” Her disappointment was a visceral sensation that lingered in the air as she approached, without caution, certain she still had control over me.

As she neared, I feared she’d figure out he was still alive, but mostly, I wanted to reach down and take him into my arms.

“Wait, he’s not dead.” She turned to me, and the shift in her gaze assured me she knew I wasn’t under her control anymore. What she hadn’t realized was that as she was approaching, I was feeling around for the syringe Twink had dropped.

I moved quickly, stabbing her in the neck, emptying the fluid into her. This deception stunned her momentarily, granting me the opportunity to tangle my tentacles around her. She issued a series of expletives in her Vorcon tongue, thrashing about. Her tail stabbed into my torso, and I seized it, holding it in place to keep her from pulling back out and striking again.

“You left me! You left me!” she wailed.

For the first time, I didn’t hear just the rage, but the profound pain behind it all as her body weakened, her strength fading.

“I loved you,” she managed to say as she collapsed against me, no longer fighting, simply grieving.

After Sheila passed out, I tended to Twink’s injuries. I was relieved she had forced me to go slow because I was sure that was the only reason they weren’t more substantial. He would bruise for sure, which I would feel bad enough about. My only solace was that he was still alive.

As I sat at the edge of the bed, watching him, staring at him, fully appreciating his beauty, I realized how quiet it had become since Pluto had stopped freaking out. Like my conscience, for some time, he wouldn’t let me forget about what I’d done, relentless in his fury while tucking close to protect my mate.

Twink finally stirred, whimpering, his eyes flitting. “Daddy?”

“I’m right here.”

He sat up, placing his hands against his chest. “I’m alive,” he said in shock.

“Yes, you are.” I couldn’t disguise my relief, knowing how easily that might not have been the case.

We must’ve been enjoying too much peace and quiet because Pluto rushed to the bed, hopping up and barking in a frenzy at Twink.

“Hey, now,” he said, reaching his hand out, which Pluto sniffed incessantly before Twink began petting the little guy, who immediately settled. Once he’d subdued Pluto, he searched around. “Where is she?”

I rested my hand on his thigh. “After she passed out, I secured her in a chamber, and Kryton had already called.”

“How did she get away?”

“I can answer that,” Kryton said, coming into the room, in his human form. “She seduced me to get me to release her.”

“She seduced you?” Twink asked as Pluto turned his attention to Kryton, growling.

“I mean, she is one of the most beautiful creatures I have ever beheld,” he said.

While I more than understood, Twink cringed.

“She got out because she’s beautiful?” he asked.

“That, and Daddy had warned me that her chamber had a hole that needed repairing since her scent was coming from it. I patched it up, but we got into a conversation, and I guess she made another. I can get rather lonely at night, and I found myself very drawn to her. Before I knew it, she had me under her spell… Honestly, though she used the opportunity to attack me, touching her, kissing her…it still lingers.” He gazed off, in a daze, reminding me of my own erotic times with her. Lost in endless kisses and her scent.

Twink glanced between us uneasily as he scooped Pluto up and placed him in his lap. The pooch rolled onto his back, his legs kicking up high as he enjoyed pets and scritches.

“She’s back under again,” Kryton assured me. “I’ll put her into cryo before she wakes to prevent another incident.”

Although, I imagined that would be a struggle. It was difficult once you had a taste.

Kryton must’ve intuited my desire for a private moment with Twink because he stepped out once again.

“All that matters is you’re okay,” I said, resting a tentacle against Twink’s shoulder, curling it around the back of his neck. He stroked it gently. I enjoyed the way he relaxed into my touch, reminding me that, for a moment, I nearly lost the chance to have this forever. I hated what I’d done to him. “I’m so sorry, Twink.”

“That wasn’t you. It was her.”

“But if something had happened to you…I don’t know what I would’ve done.”