11. Assistant 23
Farr’vye took me back to his place. Unlike my hut, a sturdy branch was at the back for sleeping, apparently, though I didn’t know how much of that he’d be doing tonight.
My mind raced with a million thoughts. I thought I’d feel better after revealing my face and body to Farr’vye, and I did. But the relief only lasted for so long. Of course some other worry had to sneak in and fester until my insides were a tangled knot of nerves.
Why did it even matter so much? A name was just a name. A word. It was less intimate than him knowing my face and body. For fuck’s sake, Farr’vye had coated me in his cum, and I still couldn’t even tell him something as straightforward as my name?
I was ridiculous. I didn’t even know what my problem was. My self-loathing mingled with my anxiety, making my chest clench with stress.
However, unlike before, I had a potent distraction: my hard dick. Turns out being horny is a great way to ignore my worries.
I shoved my racing thoughts to the back of my mind. Admittedly, it was easier when Farr’vye smiled at me. He was so big. And considerate. And weird.
But above all, he was sexy.
I never thought in a million years I’d find a Maeleon hot. Now, it was all I could think about. He and his big, smooth alien cock.
My mouth watered. I swallowed before I started drooling like an idiot.
Farr’vye draped a blanket on the floor and gestured with a sweeping invitation. I sat on it, waiting for his next instructions.
It’s nice when he tells me what to do; that way, I don’t have to think, because when I think, I worry.
“Little human.”
I lifted my head to look at Farr’vye. It wasn’t the first time he’d called me by that nickname instead of my title. It was cute, and I liked it, but it wasn’t a name.
My ribs tightened.
Gah! Stop thinking!
The sudden sensation of Farr’vye’s tentacle on my clothed cock made me gasp.
“You are not paying attention to me,” he pointed out. Not seeming offended or annoyed, only observing. He never got angry with me. That was one of the reasons I felt so comfortable with him.
“Sorry,” I murmured, and I meant it. He deserved my attention. “I’m here now.”
“Will it help if I touch you?”
As he asked, his tentacle pad rubbed me through the onesie. The mixed sensation of his skilled touch and the silky fabric rubbing against my skin nearly made me groan.
“Yeah,” I whimpered. “Please. I don’t want to think anymore.”
Farr’vye looked intrigued. “No?”
I shook my head. My dumb, too-full-of-thoughts head.
“Nothing good comes of it. I just… want to go blank for a while,” I admitted.
For a long beat, Farr’vye’s orange eyes bore into mine. He looked hungry again. Obsessed.
I shuddered, remembering when his feelers penetrated me. The experience was deeply intimate. Knowing all his thoughts and feelings, as if I were buried inside his very soul… It almost overwhelmed me.
But now I knew for sure that what he said was true. He couldn’t have kids and didn’t want any.
His obsession with me was real, too. I didn’t understand why. Still, it was genuine, and I doubted it would fade anytime soon.
I didn’t know being the object of an alien’s obsession would feel so fucking good.
“Be careful what you wish for, little human,” Farr’vye murmured, a slow smile creeping over his maw. “I could empty your brain of thoughts for days, if you asked for it.”
My heart flipped. Did he mean that, or was it just dirty talk? Either way, it made my cock throb.
“Sounds nice, not gonna lie,” I said with a weak laugh.
No thoughts meant no anxiety. No anxiety meant… Well, I’d never not had anxiety, so I didn’t know what it would feel like. Peaceful, I assumed.
Farr’vye stroked my face with his hand. He was always gentle with his claws; they never scratched my frail human skin.
Then I remembered when he’d gotten scratched by the thorns while saving me from the bushes.
Tears of emotion and guilt welled up in my eyes. I wiped them away before they turned into a full-blown affair.
“Sorry,” I muttered. “Got choked up for a second.”
“About?”
“You. You’re…”
My throat tightened. I couldn’t finish my sentence.
It was like a bad joke. A linguist who struggled with words.
Finally, I blurted, “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, that I didn’t know I wanted until now.”
My heartbeat tripped over itself. As soon as the words left my mouth, I doubted myself. They sounded too close to a declaration of love, and I didn’t know if I was ready for that.
But was I ever ready for anything? If I never let go of my doubts and anxieties, I’d be stuck in that hellish loop forever.
Though, when I was with Farr’vye, my mind was quieter. He offered me the breathing room to blurt out my thoughts without second-guessing myself.
Was that what love meant?
A gentle smile lit up Farr’vye’s face. “You are sweet. Thank you for telling me that.”
It felt good knowing he liked it. That he liked me.
His thumb stroked my cheek, and my body instinctively relaxed under his touch.
“Would you like to talk more?” he suggested. “Or would you prefer I empty your mind?”
I considered his offer. There was a lot I hadn’t told him yet—things I hadn’t told anyone. But the thought of unlocking those doors filled me with a dull pain, like pressing on a bruise. My mental strength gauge wasn’t full enough for that right now.
“Empty,” I decided.
Farr’vye nuzzled my cheek with his snout. The cool scales were smooth and pleasant against my tingling skin.
“Then you will now forget,” he promised.
I shivered and released a silent sigh. As if Farr’vye were hypnotizing me, my body went limp. Whatever happened next was entirely under his control.
His hands snaked down to my lower back. Cradling me, he dipped me so I lay horizontal in his lap. All I saw through my half-lidded eyes was his adoring face.
Nobody had ever looked at me like that. Nobody except this older purple alien with stalker-like tendencies.
And I’m more than okay with that, I realized, closing my eyes.
Farr’vye began what I could only describe as a full-body massage. His hands and tentacles roamed over my chest, sides, and belly. Each touch drew out a soft whine from the back of my throat. It wasn’t sexual, but that didn’t stop the budding heat between my thighs.
He dragged his fingers down each of my ribs, counting them.
“You are thin,” he commented. “I will feed you.”
I nodded lazily. That sounded nice. Eating was a hassle.
I often forgot to do it until my stomach hurt.
Or, if I were anxious, the thought of swallowing food made my throat tighten.
But if Farr’vye fed me, I wouldn’t have to worry about it.
I’d just part my lips and eat whatever he popped into my mouth. He knew what was best for me.
My back arched when his tentacles accidentally brushed my nipples. My exposed body felt sensitive, with the lightest touch sending shock waves over my skin. Farr’vye hummed a gentle reassurance and petted my chest with long, calming strokes. I went as floppy and pliant as a doll.
My mind was quiet. Almost silent, if not for the warm thoughts of Farr’vye floating around in my head like dandelion fluff.
In the moment, I wasn’t Assistant 23 anymore. I wasn’t the person with my old name, either. I was simply the object of Farr’vye’s obsession, and I liked it that way.
“My little human is hard,” Farr’vye said sweetly. “Keep resting. I will pleasure you.”
A tiny groan fizzled out in my throat. It was too much effort to respond.
I’ll let Farr’vye handle it…
Just as promised, his tentacle traveled down to my erection and wrapped gently around the base. A real groan did escape me this time. The plush softness of his tentacle was indescribable. Nothing had ever felt so good. My hand didn’t even come close to the comparison.
My hips bucked on their own. I rocked into Farr’vye’s tentacle, my thrusts drowsy and sloppy. Farr’vye stroked my hair with his hand, a constant comfort and reminder of his presence.
Something weird happened to my mind. Everything slowed down, and all my thoughts grew fuzzy around the edges, as if my brain were melting. But I was calm. It felt perfect; a state of total serenity.
It’s like I’m floating in the ocean…
Farr’vye’s tentacle squeezed my cock with just enough pressure to make me sigh. My hips drove into his grip faster. The motion was lazy, but the pleasure was no less intense.
I opened my eyes just enough to see Farr’vye smiling down at me. His grin was genuinely sweet and adoring; at the same time, it was burning hot and perverted, obsessive and crazed. The dichotomy was fucking hot. It made me groan and thrust my cock into his tentacle with abandon.
No thoughts occupied my mind. It was perfectly empty, and all I felt was pleasure.
“Farr’vye,” I whimpered.
A low raspy sound like a purr vibrated in his throat. “You are close, little human. Will you come for me?”
A cracked moan was wrenched from my lips.
His gracious command combined with his unrelenting grip on my cock was too much to bear.
My body went taut as pleasure crashed over me.
I came hard, shooting my release down the sides of Farr’vye’s tentacle.
The moment lasted an eternity, and when it was finally over, I fell into a blissful reverie.
My eyes peeked open. I caught my breath.
Farr’vye smiled down at me. “How was it?”
“Guh,” I said, trying to say good. But I was too happy and delirious to feel embarrassed at my speaking failure.
Farr’vye didn’t mind, anyway. He stroked my hair like I was a kitten curled up in his lap. Honestly, I felt like one. I turned and buried my face in his tummy, eager to let the rest of the world fade away.
“Let it all go,” Farr’vye murmured.
I nodded stupidly. It was already gone.