Chapter 27
TWINK
Well, I think it’s safe to say I can die happy now.
I lay in bed with Daddy, my tender prostate sensitive to even the delicate touch as Daddy’s cock stayed hard against it.
It was perfect.
I’d known I wanted to bond with him, but I had no idea it would feel like that.
It was like we’d traveled to other worlds, watching galaxies burst apart, seen stars collide.
My body still quivered as I recovered from experiencing more pleasure than I’d believed my body was capable of.
And the way he held me in his arms and tentacles…
I felt so safe, like nothing could ever hurt me.
Unfortunately, as pleasure turned to peaceful quiet, my worries returned.
As much as I wanted what was best for him, I also wanted him all to myself.
But he was going to leave me, for who knew how long, and now that we’d bonded, I understood what he’d meant when he was describing the experience because it wasn’t just my own sadness that I understood, but his too.
I could feel it viscerally throughout my body, a new sense I’d developed from bonding with him.
“I’m sorry I’m leaving,” he said, echoing my thoughts.
“It’s not your fault,” I whispered, my words unconvincing, expressing the grief I was already starting to feel.
“I’ll work on the ship tomorrow, and I’ll probably be able to leave the next day. I guess if I’m quick, then—”
“Please stop,” I said, choking up. “I want to enjoy tonight. I want to pretend you’re not leaving, just for a few more hours.”
He offered a gentle kiss against the side of my neck, and the warmth tickled at my flesh, radiating from the spot, pulsing throughout my body. I did my best to focus on that, but my eyes watered anyway.
This was just my luck. Meeting an amazing guy who was totally into me, and he was an alien who had to return to his home planet as soon as I realized how much I cared about him.
We lay there for maybe thirty minutes, quiet, and I fully appreciated what it felt like to bathe in the love emanating from him.
Finally, I admitted, “I should clean up some.”
“You don’t want to be packed with my seed all night?”
“I’m fine with that part, but apparently it’s too much cum to fit inside me, and the part that’s sticking to my leg is gonna bug the crap out of me.”
He snickered. “I look good on you.”
My cheeks warmed at his words.
“It’s okay,” he added. “We can shower together if you want.”
I glared at him over my shoulder. “You are not coming in and watching me do my cleanup.”
“No?”
I shook my head. “We gotta have some secrets between us.”
He frowned. “I don’t like the idea of secrets.”
I rolled my eyes. “Look, I love you and all that, but I think we need to discuss boundaries.”
“I don’t like the sound of those either.” He was all tease, that playful expression on his beautiful Furker face.
“Get that fat dick out of me, mister. We can shower when I’m finished.”
“Now that I like the sound of.”
He dislodged, allowing me to get up.
I opened the door in case Pluto decided to come in and spend some time with us, before heading into the bathroom, where I took care of…stuff.
Because you don’t need to know everything, do you?
After I finished up, I checked myself in the mirror, discovering my hair was all over the place, my cheeks still flushed from everything we did.
Fuck, I look like hell and Daddy still wanted to bond with me?
In a panic, I fixed my hair and splashed cold water against my cheeks, when the sound of Pluto’s barking came from the bedroom. Guess he decided to come talk to us again after all.
But as his yapping persisted, a knot tightened in my gut and an instinct told me, Something’s wrong with Daddy!
I rushed into the bedroom—and froze in place. Sheila hung by her tail from a panel in the ceiling. With one hand, she had him by his throat, pinning him against the wall, over the headboard.
“Sheila!” I called out.
Several thoughts crossed my mind: How did she get away from Kryton? Did she kill him? Is she about to kill us?
Daddy’s tentacles gripped on to her as he strained in her choke hold.
Sheila turned to me, growling. “You bonded with him, didn’t you?”
Pure hatred emanated from her as she released him, and he dropped onto the bed, bouncing as he hit the mattress. Not moving.
“Daddy!” I called, wanting to run to him.
My bookbag was by the nightstand, where Daddy had left it. If I could get to it, he had the other syringe he’d made for Sheila.
Before I had a chance to make a run for it, she descended from the ceiling. As her feet reached the mattress, she lunged at me. I grabbed the bathroom door, and as I slammed it shut, I noticed she was holding in her hand Daddy’s arm cuff.
“I figured out how he was preventing me from controlling him,” she said.
Fuck.
As I turned the lock on the door, her tail tore through the wood like it was cardboard.
It would have probably been easy for her to seize the doorknob to open it, but it didn’t seem she had much experience with the doors we had on this planet because instead she hacked away at the wood to make space for herself to see me.
“Oh, little, pathetic human. Do you fear I’m going to kill you? Don’t worry. I promise I won’t.”
The way she stressed the I sent a jolt of terror through me.
“I won’t hurt him,” Sheila said as she turned back to the bed. “Will I…Daddy, is it? You’ll have to do that for me. Won’t you, Daddy?”
What the hell am I going to do?
I recalled when he told me about Sheila’s grip on him, how she managed to keep him ensnared for so long because of this control she had over him.
I heard Daddy shift on the bed, and the thought of him coming in here to kill me was unbearable.
But even worse was knowing how he would feel once her hold let up and he realized what he’d done.
One of his tentacles pushed through the hole in the door and turned the knob. When it opened, he stood in the doorway, eyes black as night.
“Daddy?” I asked, hoping some part of him would hear me and come for me.
Pluto rushed in, his eyes just as black as he yapped away at me.
I searched around, trying to think quickly… There had to be something I could use to defend myself. It was three against one, and maybe I was being a little dramatic for including Pluto, but if this wasn’t a time to be dramatic, then I didn’t know when was.
As Daddy reached for me with a tentacle, I dodged, seizing one of the wood chips Sheila had torn off the door.
I used it like a knife, spinning and slicing at his oncoming tentacle before backing up to the shower, cornering myself again, just like I did when Sheila came into the café.
Although, I didn’t really have any other choice.
“Clever Daddy,” Sheila said behind him. “Thought you could outsmart me. But let’s see how much he fights once he’s killed the man he’s bonded with.”
As he approached, I called out, “It’s me. It’s Twink!”
This didn’t do me any good. His eyes remained vacant, and I managed to ward off two tentacles before a third seized me by the throat.
I knew I needed to stab him, that it was self-defense, but I couldn’t bring myself to do anything to hurt him. I could never hurt Daddy.
Under Sheila’s control, he didn’t feel the same as he grabbed me by the waist and tossed me from the bathroom into the bedroom. I hit the edge of the bed and bounced off, the force so strong, it sent me back to the wall.
Sheila stood at the foot of the bed, making a chuckling sound.
As I recovered, I realized this was my chance. I rushed for my backpack and rifled through, finding the spare syringe. It wasn’t bravery but sheer determination as I beelined for her. Daddy’s tentacles were right after me, and I dodged them as I went for her.
She stepped back, which shocked me since here she was, towering over me, and it seemed she was scared of me for a change.
I anticipated her sharp tail as I drew near, and I hopped into the air so that it dug into the mattress.
I held the syringe high, forcing it back down swiftly and powerfully, feeling like a goddamn superhero about to save the day, when something twisted around my wrists, binding them together and yanking back with such force that the syringe went flying from my hands, clattering as it landed on the cement floor.
In a moment, my back was against the wall, another tentacle twisted around my throat, constricting.
“Daddy,” I pleaded, gazing into those black, merciless eyes.
It was painful to see him like this. I’d only known a kind, affectionate Daddy, but it was brutal to see the hold Sheila had over him. And now, the very tentacles I trusted, that had been so good to my body, were being used as a weapon against me.
“Go slow,” Sheila said gleefully. “I want to enjoy every moment, and I want you to remember it. This will teach you what happens when you try to leave me.”
His hold around my neck tightened, and despite my efforts, I couldn’t get my wrists free. All I could do was look longingly at the syringe that lay only feet away, useless to me now that my fate was sealed.
There was only one chance left. Daddy had to be in there somewhere. He’d broken free from her hold before. Maybe he could do it again.
“Daddy, it’s me! It’s Twink,” I forced out, trying to pierce past those dark eyes, to the real Daddy. “Please…you’re hurting me.”
It wasn’t just the fact that he was trying to choke the life out of me, but knowing that the last thing I might see was this cold brutality from the Furker I loved.
As he cut off my airway, I heard Sheila’s laughter, cracking through the continued fuss of Pluto.
Without being able to speak and my vision becoming a series of yellow and gray orbs and boxes as my brain was deprived of oxygen, I remembered what Daddy had told me about the bond between us.
Maybe there was another way to reach him.
I thought about those sensations I’d experienced when we were making love tonight, when it felt like we were one, and all my pleasure that he could feel to the depth of his core, that he was reveling in.
I wasn’t sure if it was real or just part of being close to losing consciousness, but I was sure I faintly detected something familiar…and all I could do was beg one last time.
Daddy…help me.