Chapter 13
DADDY
It’d taken some time, but I finally managed to shake off the mood I’d been in since encountering Twink’s ex, Cheating Asshole.
It didn’t help seeing and feeling viscerally how much the interaction had affected his ability to enjoy the rest of our night.
But he was better once we got back to his place.
It reminded me of our first night when he first activated all my Furker instincts, that moment when he unwittingly began the process that only made me more and more drawn to him in the short time we’d known each other.
He fetched us bottled waters before we settled on the sofa, in front of the TV.
“I don’t know how I didn’t immediately suspect you were an alien,” he said. “If I’d found out you didn’t watch movies or TV shows, I probably would have known something was wrong.”
He turned on his TV and used the primitive remote to pull up this Rocky film, then started it before sliding close to me so that our legs touched, sending familiar sensations pulsing through me, reminding me of the way he tucked his ass close to my pelvis that first night. My cock firmed at the memory.
The movie played, and I watched the narrative unfold of a seemingly ordinary man struggling.
Throughout the course of the story, I observed Twink as he would tear up.
He steadily migrated from beside me, asking if he could rest his head on my leg, where he settled for the last half, when he was all tears.
He turned to check on me as I noticed tears sliding down my own cheeks.
It was interesting that when I had manifested in other forms, I had not necessarily had such visceral responses to the media, but something about this experience affected my current body.
“Well, I’m relieved to see you’re not a sociopath,” he said, though I sensed only a half-joke. Maybe there was sincerely some relief in knowing I could emote as humans did. “Carter never understood what I liked about this movie. He didn’t like old movies, though. He’s more of a Marvel guy.”
I assumed he meant Marvel as in the Marvel Universe I had heard people discuss, but I wasn’t sure what it meant to be a “Marvel guy.” However, if Cheating Asshole was one of them, I already didn’t like them.
Instinctively, I rested my hand on his face and ran my thumb under his eye, catching the tear. I worried this response might have been strange, but he didn’t resist my touch.
There was clearly something on his mind…
“I…um…”
“Yes?”
“The tentacle thing…you mentioned those when you fuck…do those always come out?”
“It’s part of my true form. I find sex more erotic when they’re involved, but I sense by the way you’re mentioning them, that aspect makes you uncomfortable.”
“They sound strange, but also…kind of interesting. I’m curious about them, which I feel weird admitting to.”
He was curious about my tentacles? Oh, what that did to me.
He shifted his head, angling so he could see my cock, which was tight in the crotch of my shorts.
“Well, that got you even harder than you’ve been most of the movie,” he said playfully.
“Sorry, it seems this form makes it a struggle to keep from getting aroused.”
“It’s fine. Makes me feel real sexy.”
From the sensation he radiated, I hoped to make him feel real sexy as much as I could.
His gaze traveled across me, reminding me of the way he was the night we first met. Curiosity mixed with interest, the sort of look that assured me the instincts I had honed were perfectly suited for their purpose.
“I guess I’m nervous for a lot of reasons.” He thought about this for a moment, then rose onto his knees and straddled my waist.
I didn’t question him. It felt too good to say anything that might make him stop what he was doing, and the way his ass slid against my cock made me close my eyes, fully welcoming the sensation.
“I’m curious about something,” he said before licking his lips.
He didn’t have to tell me more of what he wanted, I already knew, but I didn’t interrupt, waiting.
“I’m wondering what it would be like to kiss an alien.”
“Would you want to find out?”
He nodded, leaning closer. It was impossible for me to deny him, so I moved fast, taking his mouth. As analytical as my species tended to be, all that was shut out when our lips met, and I allowed myself to follow my instincts.
His tongue teased mine while his ass continued shifting as though he was trying to drive me out of my mind.
A powerful impulse radiated through me, and I hooked my arm around him, hoisting him up and laying him back on the sofa as I pushed my tongue farther into his mouth.
He cherished it before gasping against my mouth, his body vibrating in a way that assured me of how much pleasure I was giving him.
I stroked my hand up under his shirt, massaging his flesh with my thumb.
“Oh, you feel so good,” I confessed, consumed by this passion between us.
I kissed away from his mouth, along his jawline, down his neck.
His subtle movements, even the way he breathed, guided me along my path as I hiked his shirt up, offering a series of wet kisses between his pecs.
I slid my hand around his side, settling at the small of his back, which I pushed toward me.
I was feral with my passion, so obsessed with pleasuring him that I soon found my tongue teasing his navel before I offered a bite against his abs, a growl escaping my lips.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he muttered.
As my breath hitched, I noticed his hard girth bulging in the crotch of his shorts.
What would it feel like to have him in my mouth?
To feel him responding viscerally to me pleasuring his cock?
Licking my lips, I inspected his expression—all desire and curiosity.
I ran my thumb across the small of his back.
“I don’t want to do anything you’re uncomfortable with. ”
“Well, if you’re about to blow me, then I’d say that’s not gonna be an issue.”
A burst of excitement radiated in my chest as I found his zipper with my free hand, sliding it down to reveal the briefs encasing his cock—the barrier between us.
I gripped on to either side of his shorts and briefs, dragging them down to reveal his hard, beautiful shaft, which twitched as though eagerly anticipating all the things I intended to do to it.
Given how quickly I got him into my mouth, it was like I’d blacked out, but soon I was pushing down, wetting him as he arched his back, whispering, “Oh, Daddy, yes.”
I moved without hesitation, only determination, exploring, listening as his body indicated the right movements that would please him.
My own cock strained in my shorts to the point where I had to adjust as I continued taking him before a taste burst into my mouth.
I was making him leak already, and that pleased me so much.
I cherished the taste, my body only wanting to pull more from him.
Twink’s hand gravitated to the back of my head, and he ran his fingers through my hair. “You’re so good at that, Daddy.” I sped up as I felt his body come to life, and he moaned, “No, you’re gonna make me come too fast if you keep going like this.”
I could hear the genuine despair in his tone, so I forced myself to drop his cock from my mouth. My saliva dripped off the head as it rested against his abs. I regretted not having him between my lips still, not for my own sake, but because of the way I felt his arousal shift to disappointment.
I studied his body beneath me, his shorts and briefs around his knees, his shirt hiked up just above his nipples.
As I finished pulling off his shorts and briefs, I took a moment to admire his beauty, this form that seemed to have been created especially for me—that the Furker part of me was convinced was mine already.
“What do you want to do?” he asked.
I licked his shaft. “I want to probe and explore every inch of you.” I sank lower, my tongue traveling down his balls as I grabbed hold of his shaft.
“I want to learn every nerve, every part of you that brings you pleasure…” I let my tongue travel even lower, down to his hole, which I licked around.
His breath hitched, and I felt alive with the power he surrendered to me.
“…before giving you the best orgasm of your life.” His cock was so firm in my hold.
“I want to make you come like no one else before me.”
I kissed his ass once again, stroking his cock, feeling it leak against my fingers. I appreciated how effective I was at this, my Furker pride swelling as I kissed his ass as I’d kissed his mouth, pushing my tongue inside. I wet a finger before pushing it into his ass, opening him up for me.
From that first night, when I stole DNA from a member of his species, I had taken with it such knowledge about their mating and what would be necessary to take him, and in an instant, it all came to me as though it had always been a part of my being.
“Such a tight hole,” I said. “It’ll take time and energy to make this ready to take me.” Worry flooded him, and I quickly rushed out, “Not that I’ll fuck you tonight, Twink. I just want you to know my aim.”
I wondered what he might think of this, but he said, “Open me up, Daddy.”
I pushed my finger in, slowly, deliberately, listening as his body welcomed me, and with each push farther, I offered another kiss and lick, a reward for how well he was doing.
I navigated my way back until I felt a spot that made his entire body pulse with life, eagerness mixed with a pleasure that seemed to dull the mix of other emotions I sensed from him. It was clear from his response where he needed to be touched.
I knew I could give him satisfaction with my cock, but I regretted that I couldn’t please him to the full extent of my ability. Not when I knew it would make him uncomfortable.
“Daddy…do you want to try…”
He stopped himself, as though he didn’t dare go on.
“Try?” I pressed.
He swallowed, and it reverberated through his body.
“Do you want to try with one of your…tentacles…?”
I stopped my work within him, gazing up at beautiful Twink in shock. Given how he’d initially reacted to my nonhuman form, I couldn’t believe the request. Surely, he couldn’t want that.
He bit his bottom lip, and I could sense his hesitation, which I wasn’t willing to test, if only out of fear that he would wind up horrified or that it might traumatize him to engage with something so unfamiliar.
“You’re not ready, Twink.”
“No, please. I’m curious. I just…I want to know, just go slow.”
I feared that showing him my natural state, even only a part of it, might be too much, but I also wanted to share this part of myself.
As I continued teasing that spot—prostate, I knew it was called—his eyes rolled back in his head.
I allowed my tentacle to push from my back.
Twink watched, a mix of emotions that was a struggle to read, that made me consider retracting, but I braved getting close enough, not touching just yet, to see how he would respond.
He took a few breaths before taking the end in his hand, stroking his thumb across it. The uneasiness in him began to settle as he acquainted himself with what he must’ve perceived as very strange.
Yet I could also feel the part of him that didn’t find it strange at all. The part of him that was titillated, which made me glad I hadn’t denied him his request.