Chapter 26
DADDY
I love you.
I couldn’t get Twink’s words out of my head.
In many ways, what we shared was new, yet I knew with everything in me that, even having selected mates before him, what we shared was unlike anything I’d ever experienced.
Deeper. More profound.
And to think, had an accident not brought me to him, I may never have known this feeling.
I carried him to the bedroom.
Between wet, sloppy kisses, we adjusted to my true size.
I’d left my torn pants at the entrance. I’d shifted so fast, I didn’t even have time to take them off properly.
I removed the backpack, and we stripped Twink out of his clothes.
He seemed surprised by how my tentacles could help so much with this task, but soon they were off him, and he was all mine to take, as he’d requested.
I crawled on my knees across the mattress, leaning forward, his body tight against me as I clung to him with my arms and tentacles.
My lips moved from his mouth to his jawline, then down to his throat, which he surrendered to me.
As I kissed, licked, and nipped, I kept our cocks together as we thrust, and I massaged my tentacles against his back.
I wanted to touch every inch of him, consume him entirely with pleasure unlike anything he’d ever experienced.
I wanted him to know what it felt like to make love with a Furker.
As I fetched lube from the nightstand with one tentacle, I slid another around his side, to his cock, wrapping around steadily, teasing him, toying with his senses.
I took the lube in my hand and slid it under to his crack, massaging it against his pulsing hole.
“You’re so eager for Daddy tonight,” I said, which made him smile.
“He’s making me feel so good,” he said, affection in his eyes.
“This body isn’t strange to you?” I asked, knowing how most species I’d been with would have reacted to it, but his smile broadened.
He rested his hand against my cheek, and as he caressed, I leaned into his touch.
“It’s beautiful,” he whispered. “You’re beautiful.”
His words…what they did to me…sending sensations radiating from my chest, out to the very tips of each appendage.
I pulled my hand away from his ass, lubing another tentacle, and as I slid up against him, pushing inside, his eyes lit up.
It was so lifegiving, seeing how eager he was, feeling how his body opened up for me.
I was steady with my movements, easing him into the experience the best I could.
As I navigated back farther and farther, I pumped his cock.
I restrained myself from kissing him more, just wanted to sit back and watch his body react to the pleasure I gave him.
I hooked another tentacle around his throat, not tensing, just relaxed there as I used two others to play with his nipples.
This was what living was about—pleasuring him fully, striking every nerve just right.
As he moaned, I absorbed the swelling excitement that coursed through him, drinking his pleasure in like it was a drug. When I hit his prostate, he arched his back. “Fuck, Daddy!” he called out. “You’re right there.”
I took advantage of my hold of him, working that spot as I continued stimulating as much of him as I could. His cock leaked from all the excitement, a bead of his precum dripping beside his navel, creeping down his beautiful flesh.
“I want you to fuck me with your cock,” he whispered.
“I promise I will, but you have to give me time to get you ready.”
He relaxed, trusting my guidance as I pushed deeper into him, opening him up for me because I knew he would need to be readied if there was any chance he was going to take my Furker girth.
Easing myself into him, I took his mouth once again. He was a frenzy of passion and excitement, clearly reveling in everything I gave him as I slowly fucked him with my tentacle, building up the pace, feeling his arousal mounting higher and higher.
“I’m going to expand it more for you,” I warned him, and his eagerness was like a zip that ran from my shaft up my spine. He was so much fun to play with.
I steadily increased the blood flow, expanding within him, and his eyes rolled and he arched his back.
“You make me feel so good, Daddy.”
“I love making Twink feel good.”
I moved in and out, steadily increasing the speed until I was fucking him with it, his body writhing about as he called out his pleasure.
“You’re almost ready for me,” I assured him.
“Please…” The word hit me with the emotion spiraling through him, and it made me greedy for his body. To make it totally mine.
“I’m going to fuck you,” I warned him.
“Yes.”
I slid out of him, readying myself with the condom.
“No condom,” he said. “I want all of you.”
It wasn’t something he’d need to request twice.
I tossed the condom aside before lining him up with my cock, offering some more lubrication—he was going to need it—and then I did the same with my cock before pressing the head against him.
His desire guided me in, and I was acutely aware of his every sensation as I pushed in.
Breaching inside, I observed, “Looks like I did a good job opening you up for me.”
“You did a perfect job. Thank you, Daddy.” I could sense his deep appreciation as I steadily pushed in, taking my time as his body adjusted to the new size.
When my cock hit his prostate, his body vibrated in my hold.
I could practically feel the energy pulsing out to his fingertips, and my body mirrored his pleasure as the sensation pushed out into every appendage.
He was so good at adjusting to me that it didn’t take me long to begin pushing in and out, intensifying the pace. He reached back with both hands and took hold of my tentacles, and I coiled the ends around his wrists as he absorbed every sensation I offered him.
“You feel incredible,” he said, his eyes watering, on the verge of tears from the intensity.
As I jerked him, he leaked onto his stomach, and it streamed through the creases of his abs.
“You’re making Daddy so proud.” I swiped my thumb through his seed and took a taste, still fucking him. It was a greedy move when my aim was to ensure I gave him the greatest pleasure he could imagine, but I continued my work, reveling in his blissed-out expression as he kept precoming.
“Give it to me,” Twink said. “Give me your knot.”
“Twink, are you sure? Once I do that…”
His gaze met mine, desperation in his expression, as though he might die without it. “I want to bond with you. I want that more than anything.”
Pride filled my chest. I leaned close and kissed him. “You want to be my mate?” I asked as I pulled away, studying his face, which was red, sweat sliding down his forehead from the intensity of what we’d already shared.
“Do you want to be mine?” he asked, trembling, as though he feared I might refuse him.
“I already told you as much, but if you need to hear it again, yes, Twink. I want to be your mate. I want to be your one and only. Just you and me, so I can give you pleasure beyond your wildest imaginings. I want to share my everything with you. My very soul.”
“I want that too, Daddy. Give it to me.”
I kissed him again, greeting his tongue with mine, feeling his entire body relax in my hold.
I waited until it was just right, his body at ease enough to take my knot, and then I gave it to him, swelling within him.
He gasped into my mouth, his body trembling, though I could feel the intensity of the surge of pleasure overtaking him before I allowed my bonding instincts to take over.
It was like a flash of lightning, then a torrent of sensation and emotion as our pleasure became one. I was him and he was me as we joined in a swirl of ecstasy.
His cock throbbed, and his release was so powerful, some of his cum hit my chin, and it was like a hand on a trigger, setting off my orgasm. I called out as it tore through me, and I couldn’t use any of my senses, not even see what was going on, as the explosive moment became all-consuming.
As we settled in the steady spiral back down, our bond strengthened, I could finally see clearly again, behold Twink’s awestruck expression as he fully appreciated this deep connection we’d created between us.
I drew him tight against my body, offering a tender kiss as I felt my cum sliding between my shaft and his ass, leaking onto the sheets.
“I’m all yours now,” he said.
“And I’m all yours.”
He grinned, practically glowing, this aura around him, though I knew it had to be something our bond had done that shifted my perception of him.
“Cuddle me?” he asked.
I smiled and began to slide out, but he grabbed hold of me, his discomfort sweeping through me.
“No, no. I want you to stay inside me.”
I wasn’t just pleased, I was impressed. This was a feat for him, but it seemed a sign of what a good job I’d done of opening him up for my cock…and ultimately my knot.
To satisfy his request, I was careful in rolling him onto his side, then stomach, keeping my cock lodged within him as I moved behind him, my tentacles probably clinging to him tighter than ever before, though not in a way that made him uneasy.
He felt totally satisfied.
I nestled my face near his ear.
I had traveled to many galaxies. I’d had so many adventures, and I was sure I’d have so many more. But in that moment, the only place I wanted to be was in bed with him, buried in his ass.
Utterly and completely bonded with one another.