Chapter 20
TWINK
With every passing day, I found myself getting more and more nervous about Daddy.
What would he do if he found Sheila?
Even worse, what would he do if Sheila found him?
After my shift at the café, I returned to the Kaylog.
Daddy had given me a wristband to use for entry, and after ensuring no one saw me, I scanned it across the top of the vent to open it. I crawled inside, then headed to the main part of the ship, placing my phone and wallet on a table near the front, enjoying making myself at home in his place.
“Daddy?” I called out, scanning the main living area I’d designed with the reorienter.
“In the shower.”
His voice was low and sounded strange. Something was wrong! I hurried into the bedroom, to the en suite.
“No, don’t come in, Twink.”
Too late.
Crouched down in the shower was this giant creature, black as night, its long, oval-shaped head with an impressive set of pointy silver teeth that were fully exposed.
A horrifying sight, but what caught my attention most was the tail—I recognized it from the video Roger had shown me—which reminded me of the stinger on a scorpion.
Even knowing Daddy was a shapeshifter, a part of me still couldn’t quite process what I was looking at. “Sheila?” I asked. No, that couldn’t be right. But if he managed to sedate and capture her, why was she taking a damn shower?
I stopped in the doorway, my mouth hanging open, before this figure said, “It’s just me, Twink.”
Daddy.
I pushed past my instinct to flee, instead rushing to him, hurrying into the shower. Yellow fluid spread across the tile floor, and it didn’t take me long to find the spot on his leg it seeped from. “What’s happening?” I asked.
Despite the many hard edges to his body, I didn’t hesitate to move close, water wetting my clothes. “Are you okay?”
“Still healing,” he replied.
“Healing?”
“It’s nothing. Sheila attacked me today. Well, not her; her drones. They just weren’t what I expected.”
“What do you mean?”
“A Labrador, pigeons, squirrels…a Chihuahua.”
“Well, a Chihuahua didn’t do this, did it?”
He described the attack and stumbling into a pipe before explaining, “I managed to get away, but I have to heal in the form that’s injured before my body will allow me to shift again.
It was taxing enough to take on this Vorcon form to begin with.
Then I had to get back here in this body, trying to evade people, which wasn’t as successful as I’d hoped. ”
“She couldn’t follow you back, could she?” I asked, all worry.
He shook his Vorcon head. “I secreted a fluid that would patch up my injury and keep me from leaving a trail of scent back here. Vorcon males are excellent at disguising their scents from females. Don’t worry. You’re safe.”
“That’s the least of my concerns,” I assured him, though it was nice to know. “You’ll be okay?”
He looked at me with the most hideous face I’d ever seen, but it didn’t frighten me, not when I knew who it really was.
“I’ll be fine. It’s almost healed.”
I checked, and the spot where I’d seen the yellow leaking had completely healed over, shining black.
“Thank fuck,” Daddy said, collapsing onto his back, pulling from my hold. His body changed colors. “Please give me a moment. I need to return to my Furker body to fully recover, and I don’t want you to see me like this.”
His words stung. “You don’t want me to see the real you?”
“You’ve had to take time to adjust to my tentacles, and I don’t want to frighten you.”
“If I’ve seen you like this, I’m pretty sure I can handle anything.”
“I’m only afraid that once you know how I really look, you won’t be attracted to me anymore.”
I could understand his concern. I was hot as hell for Daddy in the body he’d made to attract humans, but given what he looked like now, it was entirely possible that when I saw the real Daddy, it wouldn’t do those same things for me.
But despite the uneasiness and fear, I didn’t hesitate.
“I want to see the real you, Daddy. Please.”
His breathing steadied, and then his appendages swelled, breaking through the black, armored skin.
Eight protrusions pushed out of the spine of his Vorcon body, growing rapidly, like vines, spreading throughout the shower, until they became the familiar tentacles that had given me so much pleasure.
The oval-shaped face became more spherical, morphing until it looked more human.
Thick, bulging pink veins ran up his expanding neck and across his face, weaving around the eyes.
Soon, he was more like a human—with two arms and legs—his body strong and thick with muscle, a mix of pink and purple.
His wide eyes had blue to them, like they did in his human form, but they looked like there were little icicles across the tops of his irises.
And oh my God, that cock was massive. Surely too big for a human to take.
But it made my hole twitch and had me thinking, I wonder if I could.
“You’re not scared,” he observed.
“No,” I said, realizing that not only wasn’t I scared, but I was drawn to this form too. He was still beautiful to me.
He reached up and rested his hand, which was nearly the size of my face, against my cheek before a tentacle slid around the back of my neck, cupping.
I took hold of his hand and turned, kissing it gently, to demonstrate how I felt about his new form.
I leaned down and moved close to his lips, studying them.
Aside from being larger than they would have been on a human, there wasn’t anything much different about them.
And I definitely wasn’t afraid as I took a kiss.
Daddy enjoyed my mouth as he would have in his human body, a tentacle wrapping around my neck and tugging gently.
That’s fucking hot.
My cock hardened as his tongue met mine, and I relaxed into his kiss. His scent was earthy, like a subtle cologne he emitted.
Based on what he’d told me, I’d expected to feel repulsed by him, yet it was the exact opposite. Furker Daddy wasn’t so different than human Daddy, and the way he kissed and locked his tentacle around my neck…yeah, he still did everything right.
As he pulled away, he whispered against my mouth, “That first time we played with my tentacles, you enjoyed having my tentacle around your throat like this?”
I nodded. Obviously, there was no point trying to hide that from him, and even if I could, I was kind of curious what that would look like in more intimate moments together.
“Naughty Twink,” he said before his light-purple tongue slid out and licked up my lips, igniting a fire within me.
“Come on. Let’s get you to bed, and we can have some cuddles.”
He snickered. “I like the sound of that.”
I helped him to his feet—well, I don’t know how much help I was with that, but I did my best. It was clear that task was enough to take what remained of his strength out of him, so I dried him with a towel before guiding him into the bedroom.
He pulled the sheet back with one of his tentacles, then collapsed onto the mattress, breathing deeply.
I crawled into bed with him, and his tentacles pulled me close to his body.
I could feel that thick cock against me, now fully erect, which made my brain go to all sorts of scenarios I really shouldn’t have been thinking of while Daddy was recovering.
I relaxed in his hold, enjoying the sensation of having so much of him all over me.
“On the plus side,” I said, “if people saw you like this, at least you gave Roger and his UFO enthusiasts something to talk about.”
He chuckled, and while I was relieved we could make light of it, as safe and secure as I felt in his hold, I knew we had to get back to the main concern.
“So Sheila…she’s in the sewers, like we thought.”
He kissed the back of my neck. “Just on the outskirts of town.”
“And you’ll have to go back after her?”
He nodded against me, and my tension spiked. I knew he could put her down with the syringes, but it sounded like he was going to have to get very close to his ex for his plan to work, which would be very dangerous.
I rolled toward him, and he relaxed his hold on me, allowing me to shift to face him. Even though he looked so different from his human form, I realized I actually found the real him more attractive.
“I want to come with you,” I told him.
He shook his head. “Out of the question. Bringing you would put you in harm’s way.”
“You’re putting yourself in harm’s way already. She hurt you, Daddy.”
“I didn’t know what I was getting into, but I do now. I’ll be ready for her and her drones next time.”
“I could help. Maybe I could find a way to distract some of these animals.”
“I’m sorry, Twink, but it’s not up for discussion. I won’t risk your life. Sheila is my problem. I’ll deal with her.”
As confident as he sounded, it didn’t make me feel any better, especially the thought of how I’d be spending my day while he was out hunting his ex. “I’ll be worried about you. Daddy, I’ve never felt this way before.”
“What do you mean?”
“Safe with someone. Not like this. I think between Dad leaving when I was little, and Mom being so busy, working several jobs to keep us in our house, I’ve always felt a little on edge.
Like the people I care about are always leaving.
Then I met guys like Carter, who also left me with this sense that they were going to leave me at any moment.
I’m sure there’s a psychological explanation for that, and maybe five minutes of therapy would make me understand it, but when I’m with you, I’m not scared that you’re going to leave me.
” A knot twisted in me. “Not intentionally, at least.” Which tugged at the same fear, that even though he might not want to, I could still lose him.
“Hey,” he said, resting his hand against the side of my face, his thumb trailing across my cheek. “I’ve been dealing with a variety of species all my life. Sheila won’t be any different. You must have confidence that I know what I’m doing.”
Despite my reservations, I had to accept that I didn’t know what I was doing around this, and it was likely I’d be a hindrance more than a help.
“But it does please me that you feel safe with me, Twink. Because I care about you, and I like being the reason you feel safe and secure. But that means part of my responsibility is protecting you and your planet from her. Now that she knows I’m onto her, she’s probably changed her location.
There are too many variables. If I thought I could bring you with me to ease your worries, I would, but that’s not an option. ”
I swallowed my pride, accepting this wasn’t a fight I was going to win. “Just be careful. Because you have to come home to your Twink.”
“Yes, I do have to come home to my Twink,” he iterated, his affectionate gaze lingering on me. “Tell me: Is this what it feels like to have a boyfriend?”
My heart raced, excitement spiraling through me. “It could be, if that’s something you wanted.”
I was nervous he might not be interested in being that much, but he said, “Based on my understanding, that means we are very interested in each other, and considering becoming mates?”
I blushed. “Pretty much.”
“Then I would definitely insist on being boyfriends.”
“You have to ask,” I said with a laugh. “You can’t insist.”
“Oh, in that case, Twink, would you care to be my boyfriend?”
As hard as it had been to come in and see him in that horrible state earlier, between the cuddles and him asking to be boyfriends, all that had gone away. “Yeah,” I admitted, and his smile expanded.
But the excitement of having him as my official alien boyfriend was overshadowed by anxiety. “Well, my boyfriend has to be careful tomorrow. Got it?”
The icicles in his eyes glistened as he replied, “That’s a promise.”
As my boyfriend kissed me, there was relief in his assurance and touch, yet it couldn’t completely chase away my fear that this would all be snatched away by his monster of an ex.
No, I couldn’t think like that.
I had to believe Daddy would be okay.