Chapter 6 The perfect gift.
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The perfect gift.
I had a very clear set of instructions left for me.
Nyx had sent me a short burst, letting me know when he’d retrieve me this morning, and he expected me to be ready, or there would be consequences.
I swallowed the wording. Nyx had been very clear on his need to dominate and control.
He was a Dom, and I was perfectly fine with that, though I wanted him to be a Daddy as well.
I needed more than to be dominated. I’d put that I was a Boy in my list of things I liked, as well as that I needed care, but I had to keep reminding myself that Nyx wasn’t my Daddy.
I didn’t get to belong permanently to Tam and Nyx. This was only for the next three days.
Control plus care in the bedroom was something I needed, and I’d rarely ever gotten it.
So many mistook control and punishment for abuse, and I’d been down that road before.
From Nyx’s clear contract and even with how he responded and acted around Tam, I was confident that he was different.
I truly thought he grasped punishment and wouldn’t abuse me.
Besides, I could leave if I didn’t like it. Half of the contract rate was enough to put a serious dent in my debt and ease the weight.
So after following Nyx’s instructions to the letter, I waited for him to come for me, excited. I couldn’t wait for the next three days, which I was fairly certain would contain basically just sex. I’d even gone as far as to research the databases for more about lollikrakes.
Everyone had heard stories about lollikrakes, but I wanted to ensure that my information was accurate. They had four sexes and a multitude of gender expressions. How their biology worked was slightly complicated, but how they chose to pair up was interesting.
Pairs or couplings were less common than multiple partners.
Also, open relationships were the norm for their culture.
Both Nyx and Tam probably fucked people outside of their relationship, but if they had children, it was only with each other.
For couples who couldn’t make children with their current partners, the mulkrake would choose one outside of the coupling.
I was unsure if they had kids, as I didn’t know them, or if they were even old enough to have children. Lollikrakes reached adulthood in their thirtieth year, but they weren’t able to start having children until fifty or sixty. They lived to be about three hundred.
Also, Tam was a mulkrake. I knew from the viscous liquid they’d squirted down my throat.
They were unable to impregnate or get pregnant, but that liquid could induce a “false heat” and acted as an extreme aphrodisiac, for lack of a better term.
And they had three sex organs. Two spicul, or spiculi for plural, which released livns, and one pleasure cock, which, according to the databases, felt and responded much like a human dick in terms of sexual pleasure.
They also had a hole in between their tentacles that moistened, and most mulkrakes enjoyed being penetrated.
In the great scheme of lollikrake pairings, mulkrakes bound the partnerships together.
They were the ones who introduced new partners into the mix and started the claiming process, as well as, historically, cared for the children.
Livns helped with the breeding process as well.
Overall, they were basically the manager of the household.
Now, Nyx, on the other hand, was either an implekrake, or fetkrake, or praekrake.
The first could both get pregnant and impregnate, and they had a pleasure cock, a semmin for breeding, and a womb.
The second could impregnate and had a pleasure cock and a semmin, and the last could get pregnant and had a pleasure cock and a womb—and all had a hole that moistened.
He could be any of those, and it truly didn’t matter which, but I was curious. I wanted to know everything. There was a draw toward them that I’d never experienced before, and I didn’t want to be swept away with these emotions, because this was a clear and precise contract.
I was their slut for their vacation, and that was all I was.
Catching feelings for the lollikrake couple would be among the stupidest things I’d ever done. But when someone knocked on the door, and I heard Nyx’s voice a moment later, my stupid heart pounded, and I smoothed a hand down my chest, wanting to look nice for him.
Swallowing, I stepped out of my room, suitcase in hand. Nyx ran his purple eyes down my frame, and I couldn’t stop the blush that burned my cheeks or the way I submissively lowered my gaze from his possessive eyes.
Moving toward him, I reasoned I’d never been that smart anyway.
Chase walked right beside me, keeping in perfect step with me. He didn’t fight or try to move away. Though why would he? The human had agreed to this. He desired it, probably not as much as Tam, but the point remained. Chase did want us—Tam.
We were returning to the cabin that I’d purchased for the next three days, and I fought a victorious grin that wanted to split my face.
I’d secured the most excellent gift for Tam.
My coupling desired this human greatly, and they would have him.
Chase had even consented to have Tam flood him, which meant he could keep up with their high sex drive.
All in all, I was satisfied with how this worked out.
My gaze flicked to the man beside me. He hadn’t spoken the entire time, remaining silent and keeping his eyes on the ground.
It hadn’t been hard to tell from my first meeting with him that Chase enjoyed being controlled.
He’d obediently taken my fingers into his mouth, sucking and licking on them as his wide eyes had sought mine, searching for further instructions. Even now, he was awaiting my orders.
His lists of hard noes and the things he liked had also been illuminating. He loved pain, degradation—especially being called a slut—and bondage, spanking, and was submissive, not to mention all of the other things he’d listed. Chase would fit with Tam… and maybe me.
I loved my coupling more than anything in this universe, and I desired nothing else, but my need for control and caretaking weren’t always met.
And with secondary partners and playmates, I didn’t always feel the need to ply them with affection and care, though I still enjoyed dominating them.
I had to have a strong emotional connection binding me to a person to wish to care for them.
I had that alone with Tam, but my mate had to fly free or be broken, and yet I wanted to haul them close and order them to follow me while I smothered them with love.
That wasn’t what my Tam needed. To do so would be to harm them, which I would never do.
This human, though, might desire as I did.
I effectively cut off the line of thought.
I didn’t currently desire a secondary relationship, nor was it my place to search for or add partners to my coupling with Tam.
They were the ones who brought new members into the coupling.
Besides, we didn’t need anyone else. We were perfectly content and in love.
I wouldn’t grow attached to someone that I couldn’t keep.
Also, there was no way this human would consent to be ours after the mere three days we’d spend on this planet.
The walk passed in peaceful silence, and when we reached the domicile, I pointed to the guest bedroom that was downstairs. “That will be your resting place.”
Chase smiled, and I was struck by the little divot in his cheek. Unable to stop my movement, I poked it. “What’s this?”
“Oh,” he said, flushing, and dropped his eyes as quickly as they had met mine. “It’s a dimple.”
The second I saw it, I realized that I loved it. It was wondrous, and I needed to see it again.
“Why were you amused?” I asked, crossing my arms, annoyed at my reaction to him. I wouldn’t be overtaken by this human.
“Resting place is what humans from Terra call where our dead are buried."
“You’re from Terra?” I asked, eyebrows shooting up.
There weren’t that many humans who were from their original planet.
Once the species had started spacefaring, they’d spread across the universe and reproduced, claiming uninhabited planets for themselves and forming new governments.
Not that many humans remained on their original planet, and those who did rarely left.
They were usually obsessed with caring for and restoring their planet to its former glory.
He nodded. “Me and Jared both.”
That was quite extraordinary. “How did you come to be here?”
A sad smile flicked over his lips before vanishing. It had been quick, but I hated it. Any form of sadness or hurt shouldn’t be allowed to touch this dimpled, spotted human.
“It’s a long story.” He pushed his thin fingers through his brown hair. “So I’ll be sleeping here?”
“Yes. I do not allow Tam’s playmates to sleep in our bed, even if we both fuck them.”
Chase glanced at me, biting his lip. “Are you going to fuck me?”
A growl started in the base of my gut and rippled up my throat, but I forced it down, along with the urge to throw this human on the bed and fuck him senseless, then bathe and feed him treats. He was calling to all of my instincts, and it was frustrating me to no end.
“I’m not sure.” I flicked a hand at the bedroom. “Put your suitcase down and strip. I need to prepare you for Tam’s return.”
“I followed the instructions,” he said, pulling off his gloves. My eyes roved over the bare skin, unable to look away. Oblivious, he continued, “I’m all clean and ready.”
I nodded brusquely, finding my words were quite inaccessible as Chase slowly unbuttoned his flannel and pulled off the plain white shirt underneath.
He was exactly as I’d imagined. His chest was flat with a little bit of hair, and his stomach pushed out with softness.
His arms and shoulders were bony. When his fingers went to his pants, I licked my lips.
Chase flicked open the button on his pants before bending down to untie his boots and toeing them off.
Soon, he was sliding his pants down over his round ass and thick thighs.
Chase glanced at me, standing in his white socks and gray undershorts.
“All of it,” I ordered.
He jumped into action, and a pleased rumble rolled in my chest. Chase was certainly obedient. As he should be.
Socks went first to reveal his long toes and wide feet. Feet that I definitely had an interest in exploring, as they were so different from my tentacles.
Then Chase finally slipped his undershorts off, exposing his half-hard cock. He was bare, utterly naked for me, and I liked it. I wouldn’t be opposed to seeing him like this for the rest of our days.
The longer I stared at him, the more his cock firmed up, until it was jutting out from his body.
Chase wasn’t the first human I’d seen naked or that Tam had wanted to fuck.
His cock was reasonably large for his species and uncut, which I far preferred.
It had just the slightest bend, and it was nice and girthy.
It would fit perfectly inside Tam.
I looked at his bright red face and ordered, “Upstairs.”
“Yes, sir,” he replied, eyes lowered, and I grinned.
When Chase arrived at my and Tam’s bedroom, I directed him to lie on the bed, which he did without question. My gaze ran over his body stretched on the white and red duvet. His hard cock leaked, and his chest heaved. The dots across his skin were lovely and so enticing.
Running my fingers over the ones on his lower legs, I asked, “What are these spots?”
“Freckles.”
I hummed. They were a work of fine artwork, stars shining in the night sky, and perfection decorating his skin. I rarely found something as lovely or entrancing.
My fingers continued down to Chase’s feet. He moaned as I dug my fingers into the arch of one. I smirked and continued to massage his feet and played with his long toes. There was a bit of hair on his toes, and I found that fascinating.
“Do you like your feet played with?” I hadn’t thought to ask, and he hadn’t said.
“I never thought about it.”
I wiggled his toes, then nipped at the largest. Chase cried out, back arching and cock bucking. That was a fairly affirmative response.
“Level?”
“What?” he asked, panting.
“One means that you are fine and wish to continue. Two means slow down, and we will discuss it. Three means stop now,” I explained. “So level?”
“One,” he breathed, his dark blue eyes meeting my gaze. “I like it.”
That was good, because I quite liked his feet.
They were so different and soft. I lifted one to my nostrils and inhaled.
A clean yet musky fragrance flooded me, and I groaned, biting his heel.
Chase moaned, bright red. I nibbled and bit his foot, careful not to break his delicate skin, then sucked on his toes.
Chase panted, hips bucking.
I dropped his first foot and moved to the second. There was less hair on these toes. Interesting. I started massaging his feet, and Chase whimpered, making me smile. There was something about pleasing this human. I shook my head. No. That wasn’t something that I could think about.
“Can I paint your toenails?” I asked. “That is a human thing, right?”
All he did was cry out.
Frowning, I dug my fingers into his foot, and Chase yelped, his eyes shooting toward me. “I asked you a question.”
“Yes.”
“To what?”
“You can paint my toes.”
I kissed his big toe, then went back to massaging Chase’s foot, letting him moan. His feet were so different from what I was used to, and now that I was playing with them, I found the exotic appendages beyond sexy.
My gaze moved to Chase, who writhed on my bed, eyes wide and cock hard.
All of him was sexy. That was odd for me.
I didn’t often find people attractive without knowing something about them.
Most of my secondary relationships or playmates were friends of mine or people I’d known for some time through Tam. I needed to know them.
One exception existed—Tam.
I’d found them attractive from the beginning, even though I’d refused to act on it. Now, experiencing the same thing with Chase was disconcerting. I couldn’t keep him, therefore I couldn’t care about him like that.
Pulling his toes from my mouth, I lowered his foot to the bed. Chase stared at me, questions floating in his ocean blue eyes.
I cleared my throat and growled, “I need to get you ready for Tam.”